𝓑𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂 𝓑𝓸𝓸

This is Bunny Boo, I'm a 20 yr old Black Woman who wants to get better at writing and art. Thank you for supporting my blog! xoxo :3

[bunnyboowrites]

♡ 𝓡𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼

♡ 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮

♡ 𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻

♡𝓜𝔂 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓼

♡𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 

♡ 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮 / 𝓟𝓽 . 𝓣𝔀𝓸 / 𝓟𝓽 . 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

♡ 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷…

♡ 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝔀

♡ 𝓦𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰

♡ 𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂

♡ 𝓢𝓶𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓗𝓪𝔃𝓮

♡𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 

♡𝓢𝓮𝔁 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓹𝔂

♡ 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷…

♡ 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓭𝔂

♡ 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷…

♡ 𝓔𝓵𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓪𝓷

♡ 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷…

♡𝓢𝓮𝔁 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓹𝔂

♡ 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷…

♡ 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷…

♡ 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷…

[amazingeurus]

狐仙保佑🦊。。。

[queen-of-andor]

He's so silly. I love him.

[k3bchu]

🍁

[bunnyboowrites]

𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 (〃ω〃)

It was filthy, the way you could feel the force of his thrusts through your whole body. You were drenched with sweat and the more frantic he got the louder your moans became.

Here you are on the floor of the boys cabin, completely naked and covered in fluids. Getting the living daylights fucked out of you just because you came in while zoro was napping.

He loved fucking you in doggy, it meant you were presenting your pussy for him; obedient and waiting. He was obsessed with the way you clenched around him when he would smack his hand across your jiggling cheeks.

You begging for him to let you finish, it was so close. But every time you were on the edge he would slow down. “You woke me up from my nap, I don’t think you deserve it” you whine at his harsh words. “But Zo I’ve been good, please I promise I won’t do it again”

He grinned, hand smacking down on your sensitive ass. “Oh you promise pretty girl?” He starts his brutal pace again “Okay you can cum, but you better say you’re sorry” his balls were soaked with the way he was flush agains your wet pussy.

“Thank you- oh fuuuu” your words were cut off with your own orgasm hitting you so hard that your whole body felt like it was on fire. Zoro was right behind you thanks to the way you were milking him for all he’s worth “Z-zo I’m sorry, thank you” you huffed out.

He sighed and smiled “it’s okay pretty girl let’s just go shower before they get back”

I had to write a little something I feel like school is driving me insane :(

[bunnyboowrites]

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐨

Tags: fluff, kissing

Pairing: Blackleg Sanji x Fem!Reader

This kind of sucks so if y’all like it I’ll make a part two with possible smut xoxo

The quiet sounds of a calm day at sea surround you, the sun’s warm rays spreading across your body. Stretching as you wake up from a nap on the deck, a rumbling from your stomach interrupts your peaceful moment. With a huff, you get up and start your journey to the kitchen.

Upon entering, you hear Sanji humming a slightly familiar song. He appeared to be cleaning the kitchen after lunch, the lunch you unfortunately missed. Dang if you didn’t get there before Luffy, all the food was bound to be gone.

“Hey there, love, how can I be of service to a beautiful lady?” He asked, basically swooning at the fact you came to visit him after lunch. And not only that, you were in a beautiful bikini that he couldn’t take his eyes off of.

At his words, you start getting shy. You wrap the cover up tighter around you and avoid his gaze. “I was napping and missed lunch. Do you mind if I have a snack? Just to hold me over until dinner.”

His face changed into a more relaxed look, and he immediately turned to start making your favorite meal with an extra piece of an angel food cake he had baked for the others earlier.

He sat the food in front of you and smiled. “I’m sorry, mon cher. I hope this dish is much better than the last to make up for your missed opportunity.” You thank him and dig in, the flavors making the dull ache of hunger decrease. You stop for a moment to look over at the man currently chopping vegetables for dinner.

“Sanji, this is so good. I could definitely kiss you right now.” One sentence. You said one thing that absolutely set him off. In a horror-filled moment, you watch as Sanji’s nose bursts into geysers of blood, and he yells praise you can barely register is for you.

When you finally get him to calm down, he’s holding a rag against his face. The room is much calmer and more intimate, both of you in such close proximity. He’s sitting with his knees tucked to his chest, looking up at you. You look heavenly, bent over him with worry written all over your features. It made his heart flutter that you would sit with him and make sure he was okay.

“W-what did you mean by what you said earlier?” He pried. He was, of course, scared you would push it off as a joke. But one thing he knew is that an opportunity will pass you by if you don’t make sure you can have it.

“I meant what I said, Sanji. I would kiss you.” You laugh and take the bloodied rag out of his hands, holding his in yours. “I would kiss you if you wanted me to.”

“No, mon Cher. I would be taking advantage of you then.” He shook his head in disbelief at the whole situation. “I cook for you because I care, not because I want something from you.” Looking over you, his gaze landed on the little bit of leftover cream from the delicate cake he made for you.

“It’s all right, Sanji. We both want it.” You lean in closer, body heat transferring; your body vibrates with the sheer weight of the decision you’re about to make. His eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips. The white cream on your lips was calling to him. Lips as sweet as yours against his? It was laughable. Maybe you were making fun of him.

However, you take him by surprise by grabbing his collar. With little regard to what you were doing, your lips met his in an innocent kiss. Soon after, the kisses became deeper, his tongue licking your bottom lip. He welcomes the sickly sweet taste.

Pulling back from the kiss, you can’t help but notice how pathetic and sweet he looked. His face was painted with a look like all he wanted from you was your pleasure. Like he would do anything in the world to get another taste of your lips. “Come on, Sanji. We should just kiss like real people do.”

[bunnyboowrites]

Does anyone know how to make your tumblr aesthetic asf cause I’m so confused and don’t know where to start🥲

[bunnyboowrites]

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒁𝒐𝒓𝒐’𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓?

Being Zoro’s Secret lover and… Sneaking off and having cute and passionate make outs in the crows nest. And at breakfast in the morning making inside jokes about “training”

Being Zoro’s Secret lover and… Sneaking out of the boys cabin, when you guys are docked and tasked with watching the ship since zoro “wanted to take a nap”

Being Zoro’s Secret lover and… Convincing him to take baths with you “Zo I need someone to scrub my back, I could just go ask Sanji” and how he jumps up at the words.

Being Zoro’s Secret lover and… Him letting you look at his swords, you examine them and comment on how beautiful they are. He blushes when you say he is such a great swordsman, and how well he takes care of them(“lemme see the 4th one babe”) he scoffs at that.

Being Zoro’s Secret lover and… Him telling you about his past. Kuina, the pirate hunting. He opens up to you about all of his fears. Fearing that he won’t be strong enough to save his friends and again he will have to watch someone he cares about die.

Being Zoro’s Secret lover and… Comforting him, holding him close. Letting him be the vulnerable man who sniffles against your chest. Letting him be Roronoa Zoro and not The King of Hell. Telling him that he shouldn’t worry when you’re there for him.

Being Zoro’s secret lover (even though you guys are so bad at keeping a secret and the whole crew knows)

[tayatimiko]

more thirst tweets but OP characters are reading them

[backwaterdoll]

goodnight 🩷

[bunnyboowrites]

When me and my gf get mini me’s🩷. meet Rosie(left) and Bunny(right) !!!!!

[bunnyboowrites]

I’m almost done with my first year of college you know what that means 😏…..

FIC WRITING TIME!!!

[sucreboy-blog]

Strawberry Strawhat and his friends.

I will probably do the rest of the strawhats in the future (also some other characters *cof cof* y'know who *cof cof*)

Part 2: Sanji + Usopp

Inspired by this post! My mind exploted when I saw it, is definitely them. The personalities not so much but the color palletes and fruit themes yes.

[otkuhotgirl]

─── 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐘

# with black-leg sanji.

sanji had always been willing to concede to your every desire — and who was he to cower if that involved a strap-on?

⎰ & KINKTOBER, day twenty-two. smut (mdni!). pegging. strap-on. fingering (sanji!receivig). afab!reader. no y/n used.

WC: 2k.

black-leg sanji spent his entire lifespan begging a higher duty for love to be bestowed upon him. and when he at last, had it — had you — he all but hoped to somewhat get used to being loved. he adored you, willing to grovel at your feet and obey to your every desire, whether or not it was attainable. if you were to request for moonstone, sanji would sky-walk until he reached it; if you were to request for a fish found in the north blue, he’d swim from the new world if only to cook you the said desired dish. it was natural, for love to him was all-consuming, similar to the flames that enveloped his legs. sanji wasn’t, however, used to said behavior being reciprocated. he could see the eagerness mirrored in your eyes, the explicit love shown through them, and that terrified him.

getting comfortable with requesting, rather than giving, had taken him a bit of time, yet he grew used to it, for you were all but excited to concede to his desires — and on god, he had at least half a hundred. you agreed on being fucked with nothing but his apron; tried every single position he suggested; allowed him to smear you with whipped cream and clean you with his tongue. sex and the vulnerability that came with it started to excite him, no longer a source of terror, rather an opportunity to turn his wildest, longest fantasies into reality — until he found that you were not sharing your own whatsoever.

your excitement was as palpable as your eagerness to please him. your knowledge on certain sexual aspects, too, was far too telling. sanji was sure you had desires of your own — that he was desperate to realize — yet, months-in passed and you remained settled; conformed. he grew a bit anxious, fearing that you were not quite as comfortable with him. it was a considerable issue that he was keen on solving.

sanji prepared your most favored snack, and made sure to get you alone in the afternoon, curled up with a book in the leisure room. he placed the metal tray on the table, hugging your shoulders with a lovesick glance as you complimented his cooking skills, smiling ever-so-slightly at the nitid sight of his adoration. he started out with innocent, borderline silly questions — the status of your day so far; the topic of your book; the quality of your sleep — until his lips grew latched to your neck, spreading his tongue and leaving a hot trail of kisses that had you melting. when he had you clouded with lust, back pressed against the couch as his figure hovered over yours, he whispered into your flesh, repeating the same inquiry you made him a dozen times before.

“what are we trying out today?” your muscles grew rigid for the briefest moment, quickly masked yet with not enough speed for him not to have noticed.

“what do you have in mind?” you questioned, fingers treading through his hair and hips rolling against his own in an attempt to diverge the subject.

sanji’s expression softened, aiming to offer certain reassurance. “i was hoping you would pick, my love.”

you cleared your throat, avoiding his glance for the briefest instance. he softly touched your chin, guiding your face to meet his own. he caressed your face with his thumb, quietly conveying his emotions. he hated the idea of cornering you in such a way; of forcing you to move past your comfort zone. yet, at the same time, sanji was in dire need of some answers — and willing to use certain tactics to receive them.

“i doubt you’d be into it,” you softly whispered, and he clicked his tongue in certain shock. the limits he’d be willing to cross for the sake of your pleasure were, in fairness, embarrassing. he was positive you could make his cock hard even if your idea involved cross-dressing as queen — which said enough of his situation.

“mon chéri,” he mumbled, brushing his lips against yours. “there’s hardly anything i wouldn’t do for you.”

“well,” you started out, voice so low he could barely hear it. “i’d like to fuck you.”

“yes?”

“in the ass.”

his world stopped for a second or two — mind struggling to wrap itself around the request. yet, treacherous thoughts swirled through, tempting him soon enough. sanji’s fantasies had always been focused on having you bent down; bare; vulnerable. cunt throbbing, warm and wet around his cock. he never once pictured himself being the one in the receiving end — and, oh, how stupid he had been. sanji shuddered, thinking of whips and blindfolds; of high heels on his crotch and collar wrapped around his neck. your eyes were tethered to his face, accessing his reaction, and once you noticed he was considering it, you moved in a way that had him crumbling.

“please, sanji,” you pleaded, biting his earlobe. “i will take such good care of you.”

and he caved. the conversation thereafter, of course, hadn’t been as exciting. boundaries had to be settled, as well as the means to leave him comfortable. your pleasure, too, was important. sanji was unwilling to abandon that belief, and was set on a strap-on that could, too, tease your clit. since sanji had never done such a thing, he had no lube stored whatsoever, meaning the act itself had to be delayed for a painful amount of weeks. when the sunny, at last, reached an island with a store that sold the necessary equipment, neither could find the specific strap-on he demanded.

you bought it regardless, much too eager to wait, stating that franky could solve the vibration issue within the interval of a breath, sanji giving in at the undeniable truth that followed thereafter to convince him — the cyborg, for sure, was into that as well, therefore he wouldn’t mind altering it. at last, with financial aid from nami, you rented a shared room for the night, and sanji had requested a particular instance of privacy to take quite a long shower.

regardless, sanji was bare and on all-fours. his knees and elbows sunk into the soft mattress as he struggled to maintain a proper balance, whimpering as you trailed kisses down his spine, your hand wrapped around his cock, thumb teasing the swollen tip. he was leaking; awfully close to cumming, as though a mere virgin. sanji had his back arched, aiming to make for a dazzling view; refusing to be positioned as though a limp sack of potatoes. he wished to present a decent sight, realizing much too late that he had been attempting to mimic you. his admiration at your usual endurance, however, disappeared through the fog of pleasure that overcame him when you sucked on the dimples above his rear.

two of your fingers teased his entrance, a sweet bite on the flesh of his ass following-in-suit. he shuddered, tensing up ever-so-slightly in anticipation. “relax, love. i got you.”

the lube’s lid opened, the unfamiliar sound of it being poured on your fingers. sanji gasped when your index and middle slid inside him, a surprised — yet delighted — hum making itself heard once you realized that he was far more prepared due to the previously taken shower. he whined, rutting into your palm; drooling onto the pillow trapped in between his lips. a scissoring pattern stretched his hole, inserting them knuckles deep. sanji shout came out muffled, his eyes rolling down when your tongue teased his perineum.

“wait!” he pleaded, his arms trembling as you ignored him altogether.

instead, your palm increased its pace on his cock, teasing the shaft with his pre-cum. the sounds — mingled with those of your fingers thrusting into his hole — were lewd, and sanji had never experienced such stimulation before. he came unannounced on your awaiting hand, struggling to maintain his composure as his load smeared your flesh. he rolled his hips, chasing his own high as you cooed at him, not once daring to remove your fingers — instead, adding a third one.

“that’s it,” you soothed, hand milking him dry. “let go for me, baby, c’mon.”

sanji sobbed, crumbling altogether, legs no longer able to sustain his own weight. he fell on your hand, hips raising in the slightest as he allowed you to retreat your palm. a choir of apologies, mingled with gradual moans, escaped past his swollen, chewed lips.

“shhh,” you mumbled, brushing his waist with featherlike fingers, guiding his back to be pressed against the mattress.

you had once stated that the clit-teasing strap-on was unnecessary, for the merest sight of him — whimpering and struggling under you — should be more than enough to bring you pleasure. he hadn’t believed it then, a mistake he could now understand. your pupils were blown wide, mouth parted and nipples hardening under the tight fabric of your corset. sanji’s breath caught in his throat when your cum-coated hand slid into your faux dick, coating the strap with his own essence before you reached for the lube bottle.

he grew hard yet again when you licked your palm, grunting at the taste of his cum on your tongue. sanji observed through half-lidded eyes as you poured lube onto your hand, mingling it with the cum spread on the strap.

“mon trésor,” he whined, toes curling as he struggled to keep his hands to himself. “please.”

your glance softened, knees dug into the mattress as your hands spread him open. sanji conceded to your mute requests, raising his hips so that you could place a pillow underneath; wrapping his legs around your waist. a sudden buzzing filled the room, a moan tearing through your throat as the inner inch of the strap vibrated against your clit. the tip lingered on his hole for an instance, before you slid inside, stuffing him to the hilt.

sanji whimpered, allowing your hand to wrap itself around his wrist for further balance. you found a decent rhythm and he cried out right thereafter, crimson flushing his cheeks as you brushed against his prostate. gibberish spilled in his native language; back arching in desperation. blood slipped from his face to his chest, his hand slapping his nose in embarrassment at the realization of what had happened. the sight of it had affected you more than it should, and your thrusts grew harsher; faster.

sanji caught himself thanking the choice of renting a room, for his moans spilled louder than the both of you were used to. he wiped the blood from his nose, covering his mouth to contain his sounds, and you made a grunt of disappointment.

“now, now,” you pouted, retreating your hips for the merest instance, all but to shove the strap inside to the hilt yet again. “i want to hear you, my love. will you let me hear you?”

sanji nodded, quietly placing his wrist at the mercy of your hand yet again. yet another harsh thrust had him mewling, your chest heaving as the vibration increased on your swollen clit.

“use your words, loverboy,” you teased, rolling your hips in a languid manner.

“y-yes, my seastar,” sanji folded, gasping as he struggled to contain the strength of the grip of his legs around your figure; caging you. your palm trailed down to his neglected cock, pumping it in pace with your constricted thrusts, and he moaned in sheer desperation.

“is it g-good,” he sobbed, surprisingly cock-drunk, words a mumble. “for you too, my sweet?”

“of course,” you answered, gasping when the tip of the strap reached a particularly deep spot within him. “always feel gold with you.”

tears pooled on the corners of his eyes, glee filling him with your words. you speed up your tempo, fucking into him with a lewd and reckless abandon, the grip and slide of the strap ensuing an approaching orgasm to the brim. your grip grew harsher on his cock, and he was sent over the edge. his back arched, moaning your name, walls clenching around him as he whined, cum sent straight into his stomach. once you released his wrists, sweat-coated skin and soakened cleavage, sanji gripped your hips and shoved you deeper, eyes pleading; earsight tethered to the buzzing of the strap.

he was flushed; bangs glued to his forehead. wild breathing; cum-stained abdomen. his legs trembled around you, muscles straining as his eyes tethered to your face. “cum, mon ange. please, please, can you cum?”

you sighed in delight, ignoring the leftover mess on his stomach to collapse into his chest, brushing your nose against his neck; licking the salty sweat lingering on the flesh.

“don’t think it will be enough,” you mumbled, raising your head to look at him through your eyelashes. “could you help me cum, sanji?”

he was sore; limp. white glued to his abdomen, his legs had no strength left whatsoever. yet, his hands moved on his own, teasing the tight waistband of the strap. sanji had always been one to cum fast — and to harden yet again with twice the speed. so, when he grinned for the briefest second, throwing your back against the mattress and raising your legs to slip the strap off, you knew you were on for the long ride.

— 🐈‍⬛ : i need to fuck this man pregnant.

[mytanuki-kun]

Just Between Us

- ☆ - Sanji x Reader

- ☆ - !WARNING OF EXPLICIT CONTENT- 18+!

- ☆ - 12k

- ☆ - a/n: ♧ reposting this fic because tumblr nuked it from the tags. if you ever happened to find the original two-parter floating somewhere lmk :3 ♧

- ☆ - tags: ♧ reader is a member of the straw-hats ♧ light!voyeurism ♧ teasing ♧ fem!reader ♧ some subby!sanji and dom!reader but Sanji-kun is a true switch :3 ♧ panty sniffing ♧ begging ♧ male!masturbation ♧ cum play-ish ♧ leg fetish(?) ♧ body worship ♧ humping ♧ Sanji gets a nose bleed so there will be mentions of blood ♧ idk how else to tag this but reader teases sanji and he's a lil desperate cunt-slut ♧ never had a beta, we die like fools ♧

“Bye, guys! Stay safe!”

 Seated on Franky’s mechanical shoulders, Chopper waved back at you. His adorable laughter drifted past the treelines along with their farewells and energetic chaos fleeing towards another mini adventure. One you would not be a part of this time.

 The rest of the crew left you on board with the promise to return soon as they scoured for supplies on an inhabited island, but with the way Luffy sped away— and Nami shouted after him— you knew there wouldn’t be much hope reigning in the Captain’s excitement.

 You could trust Luffy to disrupt a plan and completely derail a simple situation. His shouts and the crew’s calls for him to slow down faded faster than the dust he left behind.

 The seconds ticked.

 You held your breath.

Standing alone, you listened intently for the silence to shatter the way you have become accustomed to— only to hear nothing but the squawk of birds resting on the mast. Undisturbed and unthreatened. Without so much as a song or laughter to burst, the ship rocked against the crystal waters of the shallow shore as you stood on the massive boat.

 The world quiet, the view serene.

 “Yes!” You let out an excited squeal, stomping your feet on the grassy deck in a silly dance of freedom and peace. “It’s finally quiet!” You shouted, laughing to yourself when no one answered you but the flaps of the wind against the furled sails above you.

 There were no shouts other than your own, no arguments or explosions— no disturbances of other people. Finally! After five weeks of non-stop excitement and open sea, you twirled, jumped and danced your butt off with no one to interrupt or insult your ridiculous display of glee because you were alone!

 “They all left, yes, yes!”

 You sang merrily, taking up space with wide arms and a beaming smile.

 You loved the straw hats. Travelling with them has been the most thrilling adventure of your life. They were amazing! Incredible, free-spirited— but sometimes, when the songs turn repetitive, and the merriment mutates into mayhem, you just want time to yourself.

 Having grown up alone, you had become accustomed to the stillness of an empty room. It was comforting, the calmness of your own company and the hyper-independence it developed. A stark contrast to the life you started with your new makeshift family, and after so long of bumping and sharing space with colourful, loud personalities, you were thankful for the chance to stretch your arms and lay on the soft grass.

 A moment to unwind, relax, and hear nothing but the waves below and revel in the tranquillity of solitude.

 “Now, iced tea on the deck or a long bubble bath?” You mused out loud, whistling while making your way to the kitchen, “or both?” You paused up the stairs.

 You sought to utilise all the time you had with maximum relaxation — with the way Luffy screamed over the odd-looking animal that stole his fruit; reading a book in the bathtub right now would guarantee no disturbances or uncomfortable attention for a while. No long lines or perverted interferences. You could take your time soaking in the warm water, and if they arrived by late dinner, they would find you already sated, happy and relaxed in the kitchen.

  Right, decisions finally made, you went back down the stairs.

 First, you needed your book back from Usopp, who swore he would finish and return yet never did, so you made your way to the boy’s quarters. They have lockers with their names, so it wouldn’t be too difficult unless he stashed it somewhere else, hopefully, the room wasn’t too messy— “Damn,” you heard someone hiss, a low voice that stopped you in your tracks, followed by inaudible murmurs that most definitely belonged to a man.

  Fuck. Just like that, your good mood died, snatching your solitude away before you had the chance to indulge in it fully.

 There was someone else here wrecking your fantasy and all the excitement of relaxing alone. No one ever said you would be guarding the ship with another person, yet the sounds of shuffling filled you with instant disappointment as you stood outside the room with the door slightly ajar.

 You eyed them carefully through the crack, peeking in to seize a glimpse of who was ruining your day of fun, only to catch a wisp of blonde hair and a streak of smoke before you heard him hum something to himself as he shrugged off his suit jacket, clearly undressing.

 Oh.

 Swallowing your nerves, you spied from the slim gap through the door— watching smooth, slender hands loosen and tug on the tie around a pale neck until it slipped out and neatly folded on the dresser in front of him. 

 You paused, disappointment somehow melting as something else fluttered through your body. Something hot. Something wicked and indecent thumped an ache in your core as you watched him unbutton his top collar.

 Then the second.

 Third.

 Unwittingly, your thoughts began to drift. Obliviously slipping into a heated dream envisioning how his strong hands would feel on your hips, your waist, gripping your supple skin when he presses you into his chest. The hot wisps of smoke and spice fogging your perception when he tilts his head down to yours, lips soft and slightly parted…

 Sanji rolled his neck, popping the tension that released a low hiss from him, startling you out of the fantasy you unknowingly faded into before a sudden realisation rooted you to the spot— you were watching a man undress. 

  You were watching Sanji undress.

 You only needed your book— a simple noise or shuffle would make your presence known, but you watched Sanji rake his fingers through his hair instead and toe off his shoes, standing in the middle of the room.

 You weren’t all that sure about the layout of their quarters, considering you were usually respectful— but you could tell Sanji was closer to the beds and had a medium-sized dresser beside it with a sink and mirror in the corner. The room was spacious, bigger than the girl’s quarters, including a sofa and table in a sunken spot nestled in the middle of their room. It wasn’t as disorganised as you pictured. A lot of colourful knacks matching different aesthetics, but they all had a place that belonged to them. A piece of individuality.

 You leaned back, hoping you went unnoticed by the man who often sang for your attention— and Nami’s and Robin’s, and any pretty girl he laid his eyes on. He was shameless, obscene. Yet there you stood, watching him unwind and strip ever so slowly exposing a physique you never expected from the ship’s cook.

 The wavering sense of guilt drifted from your consciousness, fading into a vague afterthought with every second you spent gazing into the rift through the door as if it were luring you into depravity.

 You wondered why you held your breath when his humming stopped.

 Say something before—

 His tired groan flushed warmth on your cheeks as you ducked behind the frame, shamefully peering into the room and watching him finish unbuttoning his blue striped shirt with deft fingers. Gingerly unclasping the buttons one by one until the shirt hung loosely on his shoulders. Over soft skin and hardened muscle.

 It was almost elegant how he shifted his cigarette with his teeth to avoid the tiny trickles of ashes from falling on his suit, then gently placed his black jacket on the bed with grace you couldn’t fathom as he slid the shirt off his broad shoulders in the same motion.

 Brightening the room, hitching your breath.

Sanji... he was beautiful.

 In a gentle sort of way, with poise, strength and a style all his own. In an amorous way that kept you fixated on his toned back. His broad shoulders, smooth chest, and the cut of his well-defined abs. In the sense that had you admiring the grace of his movements and all the years he must have spent perfecting them.

 You have watched him work while travelling with the strawhats these last few weeks. For no other reason than admiration, at the time, because you respected his power and the regency of his fighting style. But now, in the absence of stubborn rivalry and heart-eyed temptations— to glimpse the softness of his smile for yourself was like witnessing the shimmer of undisturbed water shining in the light of a spring day.

 Peaceful.

 A smile all his own, no snarky comment or perverted leer to taint the innocence or sincerity of his expression— you could only describe it as pretty.

 It had you clutching the hem of your sundress, crouching down slightly when his lithe body sauntered from your sight. Was he preparing to take a shower? Did they have their own private facilities? Or is he about to walk out and catch you and your hidden decadence for unassuming men?

 Your mind raced with questions, mixing with a perverted sort of fascination you dared not to admit, leering behind the door that hinged on the stillness of your presence.

 Sanji turned back to your frame, humming another tune that was all too familiar when music played merrily on the deck. He sounded at ease, his voice carrying through the room softer than the smoke that swirled around him.

 You bit back a smile, unintentionally slanting into the door, craving more than a slim peek into the room. deeper than a glance, especially when his hand inched towards his pants.

 His movements were effortless— if it were not for the click of the buckle and the loud snap of leather, you would have missed how he unclasped his belt with one hand and yanked it fluidly with one rough tug out of the loops.

 Fuck, that should not have been as attractive as it was, yet heat flushed anyway like it was coursing through your blood vessels, pumping your heart into a sensual beat out of its control. As much as you wanted to deny it, and turn your guilt away, it forced you to realise how difficult it was becoming to justify your presence— and even tougher to care about the intrusion of Sanji’s privacy.

 He would have done the same, right? Though Sanji would have been less conspicuous and ten times more audacious, it was still innocent for you. For now.

  “Where’s?” He mumbled before a soft aha came right after, a blue towel appearing in your field of vision. Hard muscles and a lean torso shifted through the gap, his back to you as he fiddled with something you could not see.

 Your gaze lingered, slinking down every tight ridge and exposed skin you were blessed to witness.

 There was a beauty to him you had not seen before, a tenderness to his features you only noticed now through the sliver of light. The colour on his cheeks, the tilt of his lips, the little curl of his eyebrow most people teased him for. There was something feminine about it— a spark of gentility he may have inherited from his mother, not that you knew much about that, just a softness he seemed to be blessed with.

 It was admirable how he took excellent care of his things too. Rolling his belt, setting aside his cufflinks, buffing his shoes, even hanging his shirt over the chair to be later washed and pressed— you know he did after Brook thanked him for kindly ironing his shirts as well.

 Perhaps there is more to him than silly sexual deviances. More than hazy eyes over full tits and round ass-cheeks. Sanji was diligent. Thoughtful. Tender.

 Whereas you were the deviant leaning in a little too intently now, your perverted gaze following the veins on his forearms as he stretched them above his head, emitting low groans when his back pulled tautly and the muscles constricted tight.

  You squirmed, the sounds of his groans and sighs making you clench your thighs as you watched him stretch, then admired himself in the mirror, rubbing his chin over the dark hairs you wished he wasn’t thinking of shaving. You liked the facial hair— almost as much as his ass when he leaned forward to splash some water on his face. 

 “Wait..” you murmured out loud without thinking. When did he snuff the cigarette?

 Shame filled you instantly. Sanji’s ass distracted you for too long because now he was wiping his face with a clean blue towel, droplets of water rolling down his sturdy neck before they were selfishly wiped away just when you began imagining licking it off his skin.

 You huffed, your feet planted to the floorboards, unable to speak louder than a tortured gasp while your thighs cinched to ease an unpleasant ache when he ran his hand through his hair again, with pretty blonde strands falling wet over his face. Over sweet eyes and high cheekbones.

 It was exhilarating, intrusive, and extremely impolite, yet you could not turn away or apologise for the violation, too mesmerised by the physique usually clad in lavish suits. Only witnessing a faint glimmer of the man you had never known before— lurking behind the shadow of the door frame that separated you from him and spared him from your wandering stare.

 There was a clink and a small flame before the smell of smoke wafted through the door once again. A thick cloud of vapour swirled around Sanji as he tilted his head back, eyes closed and basking in the serenity of the surrounding silence. Much like you wanted to before you became lustfully distracted, spoiling his privacy. Invading his space. That guilt you previously estranged yourself from inched back into your consciousness as Sanji sighed softly, looking every bit of the peace you intended for yourself earlier. 

 Your teeth latched on your bottom lip, nervousness churning, desire twisting into a sick delusion— your prying had to end. Even Sanji deserved the politeness of privacy.

 So, you turned to leave, determined to ignore all you had seen, just for the floorboards to creak under your weight when your feet shuffled a little too loudly.

 Your body stilled, you felt your pulse explode, and excuses and apologies were ready to spill from your trembling lips as you whipped your head back to the door— only to freeze when you caught him unbuttoning his pants.

 He stood there, shirtless, hair damp and dark pants low on his hips as the zipper rang louder than the blood rushing in your head.

 A smothered gasp escaped behind your hand, an inaudible “Oh god,” choking out beneath the pleasured grunts you heard through the wall. Sweat beaded down your temple, somehow feeling hot and sticky despite the chilling wind that ruffled your hair, tickling the flushed skin of your chest as your breathing quickened.

 He was... touching himself— idly, lazily, using the heel of his palm to rub on his crotch as it steadily grew into a heavy bulge pressing into the teeth of the zipper.

 “Fuck... ”

 You squeaked, thankfully no louder than his own low grunt.

 His teeth peaked through his smile, chuckling at something past your sight. His smile was sultry, his laugh airy. Thank God, no one could ever see the creeping blush up your neck over Sanji. Or feel the stickiness that marred your panties over the sight of his erection lewdly shaped beneath the fabric of his dark pants. The man who needed blood transfusions whenever he saw a pretty girl.

 You would have felt humiliated if you weren’t so distracted. And breathless, lightheaded, and not to mention wet.

 His ridiculousness was why you never noticed these things before, like the slenderness of his long fingers, or how his sharp jaw clenched to keep the cigarette in place— or the elegance of his strides across the room to place his shoes in the locker and hang his suit jacket before stepping into the sunken sofa.

 A new light, a new Sanji to you— a voyeuristic secret you could never confess even through the stuttered breaths of your own arousal.

  Shit, shit, shit!

 He was right there, facing you— yet unaware of the glowering eyes and thundering pulse a few feet away from him. At least, that’s what you hoped as you watched him throw his head back over the couch and rub the back of his neck tiredly— teasing you with a view of his sculptured body and the heavy tent straining against the zip of his pants.

 Fuck… he was a vision. Perhaps if he had a fraction of this elegance towards women, he would have them falling at his feet, begging for his attention— panting his name— raking your nails down his smooth chest.

 Caressing him the way your fingers unconsciously mimicked on the door as you pressed yourself against it, tits hot and heavily squished into redwood, desperate for cool relief on your flushed skin while straining to see past the hem of his pants. He was so close, yet out of reach, as you watched his hand run down his neck, gliding it on his chest sensually before grasping the chubb that had him sighing lowly into his own touch.

 “Just a little,” he groaned, rubbing on his cock lazily, as if he was convincing himself to indulge in his own pleasure, “before they come back.”

 Oh god, oh god.

 You weren’t in the right state of mind to be making decisions when every grumble and low hum of his vibrated straight between your thighs. Pooling slick in your panties that had you chewing on your bottom lip to sanctify some sanity when heated arousal rushed through your body.

 “We have time,” he murmured, shifting in his seat to tug down his pants a little more, dark blonde tufts of hair peeking through, giving himself room to breathe with his underwear sliding just beneath it. His chubb was fat and still hidden, but you could see the tip twitch with every squeeze of his abdomen, teasing himself with the friction rubbing upon his dick. “uhh, yea, please.” He moaned a sweet sound seeped in desperation, his eyes closed and hips jerking, playing his fantasy out loud, his hands clenched by his sides. “Touch me, please, I’ll be good”, he whispered, smiling as he did, a flush colouring his cheeks. “Jus’ for you, yea? All you. Pretty girl, make me so hard.” He choked the last word, taking the cigarette out of his mouth for a steady breath of air before clenching it back in his teeth.

  You were a mess.

 You had to stop, turn away— breathe.

 Sanji was begging, whining to be touched as he bucked his hips, using his abs to move his cock in his pants. Edging himself in a fantasy you only hoped to be a part of— but you could never dare to interfere. Your chest heaved, nipples taut and stroking against the door, gripping the handle so it stayed put even as your legs shook from the pressure to keep you upright.

 Leave, you had to leave.

 Move your feet, release the grip on the door and shift your weight to the side.

 You manually counted your breaths, ripping your gaze from Sanji’s pleading stare.

 Leave, just leave.

 “Don't leave,” he whined, sitting upright. “at least let me watch you too, it’s only fair.”

  It was as if a wave of cold, salty, ocean water dunked on you from the way you shrieked at the sound of your own name.

 The door creaked, opening wide, betraying you by exposing the statue you had become and on the brink of collapsing from shame or even darting from his sights if you could have managed to work your knees.

 Though his eyes were free from shock or disgust, he looked almost excited. Eager. The cigarette clenched in his wide grin; hair pushed back— you could see how his eyes glowed.

 You gaped back at him, shock contorting into a dry wheeze you couldn’t control while his smile curled into a light chuckle, amused by your flustered expression.

 “Don’t leave,” he repeated, the invitation sounding almost kind coming from his lips, a charming smile hidden behind an obscene request while tugging on his pants when his hard cock pressed too tightly in its confines. “Watch me, please.”

 Sanji asked you not to leave.

 Sanji said your name while asking you not to leave— not to leave watching him masturbate.

 Your breath fell past your lips, frozen just outside the bedroom door, your blood still humming through your body. You were stuck. Mortified. No matter how many times you rephrased or repeated it in your head, you could not move or answer him in anything but a squeak. “Why?”

 “Why not?” He countered, striding towards you, bulge still prominent. “You’ve been watching me the whole time. Why stop now?”

  “No! I-I didn’t mean to—”

 He nodded teasingly, “you liked it.” Sanji snickered when you snapped your mouth shut, your denial ruined by the searing shame choking your words as he stalked closer. “I liked it too,” he said lowly, “made me so hard.”

 “I wasn’t—” you huffed, desperate to explain yourself despite the way your gaze flickered down at his chest with every pathetic stammer. “I just wanted- and then you- it’s only—”

 Sanji laughed, waving his hand dismissively with his cigarette pinched between his fingers, twirling a ring of smoke between you. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. No harm in a little peeking,” his teeth flashed prettily, excitement shining at your bashful glances towards his shapely crotch. “If you want, maybe you can make it up to me. I’d hate to tell the rest of the crew what you did.”

 “How?” You hated how timid you sounded, so you cleared your throat and stood straighter, only taking a small step back when he got closer, heart thundering and not at all bothered by his proximity. “It’s not like I’d let you watch me. I know what you’re like.”

 “Do you?”

 “Y-yes.”

 His curly brow quirked up, amusement glossing his tone, “You don’t sound so sure, dearie.”

 “I know you’ll just brag about me looking at you as if I’m some horny perv lurking around the boy’s room—”

 “But you are,” he interjected, taking a slow drag of smoke and blowing it downwind. “I wasn’t the one caught lurking—”

 “This time!” You bristled from the accusation, digging an accusatory finger at his firm, muscled chest, lingering a second too long before snapping. “You’re the one always butting in when the girls bathe. You’re the one trying to sneak a glance when we change! You’re the rude one!” You shouted, guilt clawing in your chest when all he did was smile. “I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry, okay? But don’t make me out to be a pervert like you.”

 Sanji rubbed his chest sadly, palming the exact spot you touched as if he were cherishing the contact with his big hand sprawled on his own skin. “Aw, darlin’,” he cooed with a cute pout on his lips, “do I make you uncomfortable?”

“No!” you shrieked a little too quickly, “I-I mean, yes! When you—”

 “When I undress?”

“God!—”

 “When I rub my cock?”

 Your cheeks burned, a strangled whine slipping before you could clamp your teeth on your bottom lip, “That’s not! You—”

 “I, what?” he purred, tilting his head down again, the simmering scent of smoke tickling your lips, “you can’t even look at me in the eye, but you had no trouble watching me stroke my cock to you. Did watching me make you wet, darlin’?”

 The lie spilled in an undignified splutter, the word no holding too many syllables when you tried to say it.

 His laughter chimed in your ears, a vibrant sound that brightened his face, and though he was laughing at you, a part of you softened from the sight. Mesmerised by it.

 Pretty. Shimmering waters.

 Somehow, it helped you release a steady breath, perhaps for the first time since you discovered him. Putting you at ease and in control.

 Taking another step back, it was easier to blurt out your next half-lie. “I wasn’t watching you, I came for something.”

  “Is there any chance that thing being me?”

“There is a better chance I slap you if you don’t back the fuck up.”

  “Promise?” Sanji chuckled, a rosy blush tinting his cheeks. He invaded your space again, smoke and soap stroking your senses while his hands stayed respectfully by his sides. “Wow, dirty words sound so pretty when you say it.” He tilted his chin, inching closer, lips inviting, “Say fuck again.”

 In your head, you slapped him. You pushed past his large, dominating frame, and went on your way to enjoy the bath you had planned and forget all that you have seen.

 In reality? In the sensuous bubble of arousal he encased you in— the curse tickled his lips in a low murmur. Like a pre-emptive kiss he savoured by swiping his tongue on his bottom lip just so he could taste the words you teased as an insult.

 “Again,” he pleaded, slanting you into the wooden railing. Gripping the beam. Almost chest to chest. Almost touching.

“Fuck,” you breathed, “you.”

 “Please…again..”

“Sanji—”

 “mmhh..”

“—fuck… you.”

 “Shit.” his laugh strained into a desperate husk.

 You could almost taste it. And you wanted to, to taste him that is, because you could tell he was cracking. In a singular moment, you turned the tides on him, taking the upper hand and the dominance he flexed exposing you. And like a switch, Sanji was pleading— his adams apple bobbed, lips parted, eyes blown. Not anything like the charm he exuded earlier. He sounded helpless. Distraught. Struggling against the invisible line you still held between you, yet honouring the boundary you have placed because he was still a gentleman.

 You admired that.

 Part of you— the wretched, drunk on lust part you shoved in a cage most nights to escape her fantasies— wished for him to push the waters and break the barrier. To feel the warmth of his skin pressed against yours. His hands, his lips.

 His eyes shined instead. Hooded and sparkling a desire you mimicked with your slow breaths.

 The birds squawked above, and Sanji finally found his voice.

“Can I masturbate to you?”

 “Huh?”

“You’re so pretty, so tempting,” he said. Flexing his grip on the beam as if it were a lifeline. “I loved it when you were watching me. If you don’t want me to touch you, that’s fine. I won’t push you. But please, watch me. And I promise it will be just between us, okay?”

 You squirmed. The words of rejection faded faster than they formed while you tried not to shrink under his pleading stare. You could feel your back pressed against the rail, digging into your skin as Sanji stood tall, shirtless and strong— caging you with his hand gripping the wooden beam right by your hip. Your bodies close, breaths hot and almost in sync, yours just a little shakier as you contemplated his invitation.

 To watch him. Openly.

 Why was it so daunting with his permission? With his lust blown eyes homed in on yours. Longing for something more than your stuttered breath to brush his skin.

 Even in the open air, all you could feel was the heat raying from his bare chest and the twinge of smoke fanning around you. His arousal straining yet inches away from contact with your thigh he keeps achingly out of reach. It was just him, you, and the birds sitting on the mast, but it felt like you were locked in a steel cage with hundreds of spectators waiting on your next move.

 You couldn’t hear them above the raging waves of your own thoughts. However, it was hard to stay objective when the currents that pulsed in your blood rushed between your thighs, dousing you with a tender ache that was becoming harder to ignore.

 When you took too long to respond, his smile faded. “I’ll leave you be—”

 “Sit back down,” you commanded, pushing on his chest and smiling when he shuddered beneath your palm.

 Sanji grinned. He took your hand, your name spoken softer than any ballad as he whispered it into your skin and placed a kiss to accompany the warmth it spread. “Yes, my lady.”

 In the depths of his eyes, you fell. The world blackened and you plunged deep into his domain. Into his desires.

 Tethered only by the delicate hold he kept of your hand, you stepped into the room behind him, keeping your head up despite the nervousness that swirled within.

 The anonymity you deluded yourself into believing snapped when the door closed behind you. Sanji was freakishly deceptive. Of course, he knew. Of course, he was teasing you. But the genuine plea that shined in his eyes made it impossible to walk away.

 He looked so cute. So masculine and vulnerable at the same time. You wanted to see more of him it drove you right into the lustful fog that blanketed the space in between.

 When he released your hand, you found yourself missing the contact of his large palm clasped in yours.

 Sanji took his place back on the sofa, thighs spread, and lips parted in breathless excitement. But before anything else happened, he snuffed his bud in the ashtray in front of him. “You can walk away any time you want, sweetheart. No hard feelings or awkwardness, okay?”

 Your shoulders visibly relaxed, unaware they were ever tense, but it made you smile anyway. Grateful for the reminder and the familiarity of his gentlemanly deference.

 “I know,” you give him a genuine smile, “just between us, yeah?”

“Of course, darlin’.” His smile mirrored yours like the glimmering waters they are modelled after. Putting you at ease and in control once again when he affirms; “Just between us.”

 With a deep breath— you cooled your expression, while his eyes shined as an air of apathy befell around you.

 There was no turning back from this, and as you stood there, shielded from the cooling wind and the anchoring weight of the door you once hid behind, you realised that you truly didn’t want to.

 You were inside.

 You had his attention. You could watch him— Sanji, undress, and pleasure himself without anything obstructing your view or fixate on the shame twisting in your gut this time because he invited you in. Led you by the hand while you pretended the contact didn’t ignite anything.

 That the warmth of his hand clasped in yours didn’t buckle your knees when you stepped over the threshold. Or that you could still feel the brush of his lips on your fingers.

 You could continue pretending none of it mattered because this was just a game, and you were good at playing games. You could play this one with him too.

 “Sit back,” you ordered after finally finding your voice, “—and show me what you were doing.”

 “Fuck,” his hands fumbled.

 His excitement forced you to chew on your bottom lip to surpass a snicker. It was endearing, but you held onto your indifference like a vice. You were looking forward to seeing him unravel.

 “Keep—” he swallowed thickly. “Keep talking to me like that.”

“Like what?” you watched him palm his cock through his pants again, his erection growing harder with the new stimulation beneath his hand. “Tell you how I like to watch pretty boys touch themselves?”

 “uhh-ha,” Sanji choked softly. “You think I’m pretty?”

 You crossed your arms, smirking when his attention locked on to the swell of your breasts curving over the top of the dress, flashing delectable skin that had him swiping his tongue hungrily. “I think you’re a little pathetic,” you shrugged, “and predictable.”

 His lip tilted. “I guess I just can’t help myself.”

“Hmm, well, you can have a little more decorum, though. Be a little less obvious too.”

 He chuckled airily. “Not when I’m stroking my cock to you, darlin.”

 Sanji shifted slightly, dragging his pants down lower and exposing more of the dark blonde trail that led past his waistband. Taunting you with a flash of skin you couldn’t turn away from. “Want to see how hard just looking at you makes me?”

 A smile peeked through despite your best efforts. “I can see well enough from here.”

 “That’s not what it looked like before,” he teased, cupping his balls through the fabric. “I thought you might fall through the door from how far you leaned in trying to sneak a peek.”

 “I wasn’t—”

“I thought we were passed the bashful lies, sweetheart?”

 You peered down at him through your lashes, ignoring the flush creeping up your neck from his sultry gaze.

 Neither of you said another word for a minute as the room filled with Sanji’s breathy sighs. He was using his abs again, clenching them and bucking his hips to rub his cock against his pants. The friction making him grip the sofa. His lips part.

 Your thighs cinched watching his reddened tip slip through when his pants slid further down. He looked wrecked already. Pearly dribbles of pre-cum smeared over his abs, trickling over the toned lines and ridges with every jerk of his hips, adding a lewd sheen to his skin as the rise and fall of his chest quickened.

 Just standing there stumbled whines from his throat, you wondered about the sort of sounds he would make into your neck.

 “Sanji”. His gaze snapped up. “Use your thumb for me,” you said softly. “Rub on your slit, I want to see your tip get sensitive.”

 “Sh-it, like this?”

“Good boy.”

 He moaned.

“Oh,” you grinned. “You like that, huh?”

 Sanji nodded timidly, his blush darkening when his control slipped. He didn’t mean to confess such a kink, but the way you purred the praise sent shockwaves up his spine. Made his cock twitch, hand tremble.

 “I like how you talk to me,” he confessed lowly. “Your voice, how it sounds when you say my name. How you lower your tone, or your breath catches when I groan— fuck. It drives me crazy.”

 You hummed playfully, nibbling on your bottom lip when he canted his hips into his hand rhythmically. Now completely free from the confines of his slacks, his cock stayed caged in his fist, his shaft long and slender throbbing with a hue that matched his cheeks as pre-cum slicked loudly, coating his fingers in its sticky mixture while you stood there ignoring the wetness soaking your own panties.

 “You look desperate already, Sanji-kun.” You teased lightly, hiding your hands behind your back so he couldn’t see you dig your nails into your palms. “Do you like being watched that much? I can see you leaking, your cock is so wet, and we’ve just started. Are you going to cum so soon? That’s sort of pathetic, don’t you think?”

 “I can’t help it,” he groaned, damp blond strands falling over high cheekbones. “It’s like your eyes set me on fire. Igniting everything that sits under my skin, burning me through, it feels so good, it almost hurts. Fuck, sweetheart, I can’t imagine what would happen if you touched me. Your hands on my chest, your sweet lips on my neck. If you so much as leaned into me, letting me breathe in your scent, uhh-shit- I’m ashamed to admit I might cum untouched.” His throat constricted, seizing his words into a tortured rasp. “Darlin’, for my sake, for my sanity, you have to stay back and let me just watch. Let me look at you and imagine all the ways you’d set me alight with just a kiss.”

“Would you let me?” you asked breathlessly. “Kiss you, I mean.”

 “Oh, in a heartbeat.”

“Even if you’d gush blood and pass out?” you couldn’t help the giggle.

 “Even if it were my last,” Sanji groaned desperately. “To kiss you would be the end of me, and I would pray they’d bring me back so I can do it again.”

 Your chest tightened hearing the affection hidden beneath his moans.

 There were deep crescent shapes in your palms now, the skin reddened and pinched from your efforts to maintain even an ounce of control, but the sting paled in comparison to the drum of your heartbeat slamming against your ribs. Rattling the bars of your sanity the longer you stood in his presence.

 Sanji looked at you as if— as if he would never see the light again.

 With awe, longing, and something close to anguish when the light shines further away from him. As something beyond his reach yet to be cherished and marvelled at all the same. To be revered. Desired. Loved but never possessed because it wasn’t his place to assert his will, but to bask in the warmth the light spread.

 It was intoxicating, and he was unravelling faster than you anticipated.

 You could tell from how he thumbed the thin veins forking along his length, how pre-cum spilled over his fingers, pooling at the base of his cock and how his chest heaved that he was chasing a fast-approaching release that had him stuttering your name past his lips— involuntarily rising heat all the way to the tips of your ears.

 Sanji was too erratic. Too frenetic.

 Moaning and thrusting and rolling his wrist over and over his shaft so fast, it was a wonder he remained conscious. He looked unbalanced. A sort of frantic that reminded you of all the times he over-excited himself and exploded into a fit leaving him comatose and bloodied.

 You had to slow him down, to set the pace for now only to have him moan in a melody of salacious cries later on, and then bend him into a rhythm only your pulse can match.

 At your mercy, your control.

 In a way that wouldn’t end with the rest of the crew returning to find Sanji dead on the floor seeped in his own cum and blood. This is exactly how this was heading if you let him continue down this path.

 Whining incessantly while fucking his tight fist in faster strokes, his teary gaze seared straight into your core, almost certain you could feel the warmth of his touch from across the room as you fought the urge to squirm and find the power to bark:

  “Stop.”

 The command shot straight through him. Snapping him at attention like a stinging whip on his back.

 His jaw ticked. Veins pulsed.

 Sanji’s rigid composure would have been comical if his erection hadn’t slapped against his stomach. Angry red and swollen with need, it looked almost painful, especially with the way his brows twisted miserably as he panted heavily glowing with sweat and desperation.

 “Breathe.”

 When he inhaled a wheezing, sharp breath— you shook your head, instructing him to go slower. Calmer. Until his shoulders laxed and his throat swallowed a decent gulp. “Good boy, just breathe for me.”

 Sanji nodded meekly, even managing a smile as he clenched and unclenched his hands on his knees, wiping off the gooey, sordid evidence of his arousal in quiet shame.

 You observed him critically, assessing his mental and physical state and deeming him a little untethered. As if he were floating, glassy-eyed and adrift in his own mind until enough deep breaths grounded him back to your focus. You watched him come to grips with things— his attention shifting to his pants bunched at his thighs, to his cock standing full mast, to the hot air suffocating the room.

 Sanji sighed wistfully, threading his trembling hand through his sweaty bangs and out of his face, a deep blush colouring his cheeks.

“Feeling better?” you asked gently. “I just can’t have you passing out on me before things really get started.”

 It took him a moment to find his voice again. His throat was dry despite the wetness clinging to his skin.

 “Sorry. I’m just— I’m so hard,” he chuckled weakly. “Can’t, uhh— I can’t imagine what you might think of me right now. How ridiculous and pathetic I might look being so— so enamoured by you.”

 You shrugged to lighten the mood. “I always assumed you were a two-minute man, but I won’t tell anyone.”

 The laughter didn’t quite reach his eyes as he flexed his fists, actively avoiding the erection pulsing against his stomach, or the truth of his blinding lust and the dizzying spell it held over him.

 “I thought I could— I thought I had more control, like when we were on the deck.” Sanji said sullenly, vaguely aware of the festering insecurities. “It was exciting being the one to tease you, to look down at a beautiful woman like you and make her flustered. Being so close to you was- it was so hot, electric even— but having you watch me right now in that commanding tone is ten times more intense. It’s addicting— it’s also humiliating and thrilling all at once. I feel so contorted and … I’m embarrassed to admit how far I’m willing to let you break me”. He confessed shyly.

 “Sanji…”

 “But that somehow turns me on even more. It’s just… you’re so beautiful”. Sanji whispered gravelly, “It’s just not fair what that does to me.”

 “It’s okay,” you released your own shaky inhibitions with a slow exhale and offered a tilted smile, warmth tickling your cheeks upon his conviction. “I like seeing you this way. It was fun on the deck, how dominating you were teasing me. But right now, your eyes shine and it’s really flattering.” You smirked playfully, “Pretty boys like you look best when they’re sweaty and desperate.”

 Sanji’s blush was much more obvious than yours, his fair complexion making every inner thought radiate through his skin, but he stayed quiet for a few seconds, his smile strained.

 “Be honest with me. If-if I hadn’t said anything, would you have walked away without a word afterwards?”

 You thought about it for a moment, stunning him with your impassive gaze towards his raw vulnerability.

 There was a touch of wistfulness in it— in the tenderness of his question making it clear that your answer would mean more to him than simply feeding his ego— he needed to feel desirable, worthy— so with a wicked idea, you took those steps forward to bridge the gap between you and relished when his chest hitched visibly as you stood planted between his open thighs.

 You pulled him back from the edge, only so you could push him down yourself.

 You were so close he could reach out and touch you now if he wanted, his leg could press against yours. His arm could brush your thigh and call it an accident, or he could even brazenly drag you into his lap to finally feel relief on his aching cock. It wouldn’t even take much strength on his part, to grab you by the arm and yank you into his awaiting heat. Your body warm and pressed against his. Flushed and tight.

 But as you peered down at him— his lashes wet, face burning, pre cum glistening. Hands stilted on his knees as he inhaled your scent so deep it filled his chest— you know Sanji would never cross that line, not without permission.

 You felt powerful in that fact. In the knowledge that you could break a man as powerful as him with a caress, a word. A kiss.

 “Yes. I would have walked away,” you confessed firmly. When his expression fell, you bent down at the waist, the words brushing on his lips. “But I would have paid extra close attention to you.”

 His mouth fell open, your name almost coherent in the pitiful whimper that escaped disguised as a breath. Yet he still managed to smile despite the blood rushing to his head. “Sweet God, you’re cruel.”

“And you’re shaking.”

 He was.

 Already unsteady and trembling to keep himself upright. To stay conscious and not let his vision completely glaze over as white spots danced across your face, sparkling you in a tantalising light he fought to keep in his sights even if it muffled his other senses when your scent enveloped him too. Erotically feminine and something so distinctly you his pulse ticked beneath his jaw.

 “More, please..”

“mhmm— you have to open your eyes and look at me, Sanji-kun. I might get sad and walk away if you don’t.”

When he finally opened them, you were blessed by the sight of shimmering tears glossing wide, love filled pupils.

 “y’know…” you sighed, fighting the warmth spreading between your thighs, “watching you made me realise something.”

 “What?”

 “That there are layers to you, and I liked discovering them.” The noise he made resembled a strangled animal when you brushed your thumb over his soft cheek. “Your patience, tenderness, diligence, I never paid it any special attention until today. How you take care of your things, how gentle your hands are— I never thought you would be so…” you swiped your tongue upon his bottom lip. “Beautiful.”

 “Fuck..” his eyes rolled. A full body shudder raked down his back this time, prickling every fibre etched in his being and ultimately triggering sensitive blood vessels in his nose to pop suddenly as spurts of cum pre-emptively dribbled out of his tip.

 You giggled. “Are you okay, Sanji-kun?”

you watched him shake his head inaudibly, hips humping the air for much needed relief as the blood trickled down his nose in slow drips. Almost mimicking how his cock drooled obscenely.

 He wouldn’t last much longer like this. Every muscle, nerve and vein burned to keep himself tethered to the seat. “More, I beg you. T-talk to me more, ‘m so close..”

 His plea sounded hoarse even to his own ears, but it made you smile all the same.

 “I think,” you trailed off, flickering your eyes to his lips, then wiping off the blood gently. “I would have paid attention to your laugh.”

 That sobered him a little bit, the confusion furrowed his brows.

 “You looked at ease, even though you were teasing me. I liked hearing you hum, chuckle, seeing you smile. You looked relaxed. There was something attractive about it, I can’t quite explain how much I enjoyed seeing that, even before you unzipped your pants. I think I was a little enamoured by you.”

 His expression glowed. “R-really?”

 You nodded earnestly. “You’re beautiful, Sanji. That’s why I was watching you, why I had to walk away cause it made me feel guilty to see you so … unguarded.”

 “I—”

“Do me a favour,” you cupped his jaw with a warm palm, “don’t pass out.”

 Before he could reply, Sanji tasted heaven.

 It was the slightest touch on his lips, barely a kiss, hardly a brushstroke, but it was enough to hear something akin to an angel’s song as he was bathed in a white light.

 Or …

 His eyes rolled so far back, his vision became discoloured, and the sound he heard was a high-pitch whine that tore through his own throat and reverberated in the room.

“On your knees.”

 Sanji collapsed, gasping and quaking on his hands and knees as if he’d been fighting for his life. Which, in a way, he really was. Fighting to keep some blood in his system that hadn’t already poured into his cock or down his nose when the heat coiling in his belly burned that much hotter from your kiss. Scorching him, blistering the goosebumps that prickled along his flesh making him hypersensitive and numb all at once— numb to the sounds outside this room, hypersensitive to your every move. And if anyone were to find him like this— no, he didn’t care. You were a dream he never wanted to wake up from, even if it ripped him apart, and he’d be damned if anyone came to ruin it now.

 Instead, he chewed on his bottom lip, savouring the taste of you, of your sweet gloss and plump lips and dizzying scent— but when he reached to fist his cock to the memory of you pressed against him— Sanji couldn’t stop himself from keening loudly when your foot pushed his hand away.

 “I didn’t say you could touch yourself, cutie’.”

 “What can I do?” Sanji quivered up at you pleadingly. “I’ll do anything, please. Oh please, please tell me what to do for you, darlin’.”

 “Take off my shoes.”

 You lifted your right leg for him, offering up your foot clad in the strappy sandal and watched him inhale sharply through his nose.

 “I—” his adams apple bobbed as he sat back on his heels, “I can touch you?”

 This was a test, a prank. You were only playing with him. the kiss was enough to kill him, and your smile was too sinful to be sincere, but he prayed, nonetheless. Pleaded and hoped and then choked on his own spit when you nodded firmly.

 “Yes, but only my legs. And if you’re a good boy, I’ll give you something better.”

 Sanji nodded heartily, murmuring his thanks and gratitude for the opportunity presented to him, his voice carrying a thick layer of emotion he didn’t have the sense to evaluate for this blessing. Only knowing the relief he felt when your bare skin pressed against his, whispering the praises into the cleft of your ankle— his lips brushed a chaste kiss, a sweet touch that could only be seeped with devotion.

 You wouldn’t have heard it at all if it weren’t breathed into your skin, ardently sincere like the last prayer whispered by the helpless. So, in an act of mercy, you brushed his hair back and tilted his head up towards you, holding him delicately as if he’d shatter by your hands. Which you were fully capable of doing— but you presented him the tenderness of your smile instead, verbalising your consent and letting it flow soothingly between you.

 He took a few seconds to stabilise himself, though even with your permission, Sanji’s touch felt shaky against your skin as if he was unsure about your words or his own strength to maintain consciousness, but he did anyway. Willed himself with the strength to harden his spine and indulge in his deepest desires. Just this once, while you still graced him with it.

 His hands were warm, soft, and gentle. Everything like the man they belonged to as Sanji stroked your leg sensually, starting from your knee all the way down to your ankle. His long fingers pressing and squeezing the supple skin beneath his palms, curving along your plump flesh pulling quiet sighs you didn’t bother to hide that he drank in greedily, relishing in your pleasure as if it was pierced straight into his vein.

 “y’so beautiful,” Sanji groaned into your leg. “I can’t believe—” he shook his head, ridding himself of the doubt that plagued him before dragging his lips along your calf as his fingers fiddled with the strap that wrapped around you. Achingly slow and deliberately unhurried. “You’re so soft, it’s incredible. Even your legs are gorgeous.” he spoke as if thorns were scraping his throat, every word coming out in a low rasp filled with need. “Every part of you sets me on edge,” he continued, his kisses following where the straps once curled, “— as if I’m holding on by my fingertips, and the only thing that keeps me from breaking— from plummeting and colliding into the ground is you.” He slipped your shoe off and placed it gently to the side, your foot now bare, then moved on to the other leg and gave it the exact same treatment. “But… its also like you’re waiting for me at the bottom, ready to unearth me and giggle as you dust off the dirt from my shattered bones.”

 You feel his kiss on your ankle again, a breathy sigh tickling your flesh as you swallowed your nerves. “What if I am? I like you beneath me.”

 “I don’t mind,” he replied easily. He held you up carefully, his grip firm yet tender as he kneaded the taut muscle, every caress and gentle stroke pooling desire deep in your core. “If it were anyone else, I would have done what I usually do by making a fool of myself as soon as the rest of the crew left.” The heat of his stare was almost unnerving. “But it was you, and I never felt more compelled to fall.”

 Fuck.

 You lost your resolve, and your expression softened with a laugh that fluttered out like the butterflies tickling your chest. “You shouldn’t look so attractive with your cock so wet, Sanji-kun. It’s unfair, and hard to remain impassive when you look so beautiful desperate for me.”

 “I’m sorry, darlin’.” He laid his cheek against your leg, exhaustion weighing him. “We can stop”, he offered sincerely. This momentary pause gave him the clarity he needed, the fog inhibiting his senses cleared enough to think. Though his cock still ached, there was a layer of calm settling too. Your comfort important to him above all else. “You’ve done more than enough for me,” Sanji pressed another kiss to your knee, your shoe accompanying its twin on the floor, “more than I could have hoped for already. It won’t take much for me to finish on my own. You were wonderful, darlin'.”

 “You would stop, just like that?”

 “Of course,” Sanji affirmed candidly, his eyes kind. “Like I said, I would do anything for you. My pleasure is secondary.”

The words hung in the air, but your plan was still in motion.

 “Tell me, then. What would happen if I touched right…here.”

“Ahh-uhh!”

 “Does it hurt?” you cooed sickeningly sweet. “hmm, from your expression it looks like you’re enjoying it a little too much.”

 He bobbed his head frantically, blonde hair flailing with the movement, your devious plan wrecking him immediately. “Ye-es, in the-uhh best way, angel. Fu-uuck, I-I can’t believe you’re tou-ching me like this.”

 “Yeah? y’like it that much?” you laughed airily. “Your balls feel soft on my foot, all rounded and heavy.” Lifting your leg up higher, you rubbed your leg on his length, sliding it up and down, skin to skin, until those salacious moans spilt from his mouth in loud cries. “wow, it’s’warm and wet from all the pre you were leaking earlier, too. How gross.”

 “Oh-oh, god, pl-ease, sweet darlin’. Fuck-ngh!”

 You hummed delightedly, watching his cheeks blossom into another sweet blush, his eyes glazing over immediately as Sanji shuddered and keened beneath you with the familiar scent of desperation clouding the room in a thicker layer. A potent, charged atmosphere that had you panting as you watched Sanji unravel once again in the short time you had him under your command— your plan a success.

 “You’re dripping all over again.” you teased with another slow drag of your foot, his balls resting on top while his shaft twitched upon your shin. “Look at how your pretty cock leaks! All red and cute! So much cum, I’m surprised you haven’t squirted.”

  “ohh-ahh, sw-sweetheart don’t be me-eean!”

 “I’m not!” you insisted through unfiltered giggles. “Look at you, humping my leg! Gettin’ yourself all worked up from just touching me, you’re so cute, Sanji-kun.” Your laughter seized as you clicked your tongue, faux disgust colouring your tone as you rolled your foot over his long shaft, collecting the stringy wetness that drooled from his tip on your toes. “Tsk, your cock is makin’ a dirty mess all over my leg, though. Could you be anymore pathetic?”

 “’m so’rry,” he squirmed. “Ca-an I clean it uhh-up?”

  You leered down at him, “only if you use your mouth, pretty.”

 Sanji licked long strokes along your leg, collecting the sticky essence that spit from his tip the harder he rolled his hips. Swallowing his own dirty arousal while fervently grinding his cock along the curve of your leg with no sense or rhythm, only following the lust you stoked within him, stumbling moans, hitching his whines. Begging and squeezing his eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling, but you saw them anyway.

 You saw everything. How his chest concaved with every breath he took, how his balls pulled tight on your foot, how deeply and utterly he was at your mercy.

 It filled you with pride. Along with a dark sense of satisfaction you couldn’t quite place to have Black-leg Sanji— bounty over a billion berries, the left wing of the future king of the pirates— whinging and coating your skin with his arousal.

 And you had one more trick up your sleeve. One that could possibly kill him, but you wanted to push the boundaries.

  See how far you could bend him before he snapped.

 “You can’t cum yet,” you sang cheerily, weaving your fingers through his hair again. “You have to be good for me, okay?”

 “Fuu-uk, ‘m tryin’!” Sanji cried out, his last threads of control almost slipping from his grasp, stitch by stitch, seam by seam, but he gripped them tighter in his fists, and fiercely blinked away the fog misting his vision just to have the chance to gaze upon your smile for a little while longer. “I wo-on’t, jus’ for you. Cause you-you asked.”

 “Good boy. Now, tell me you like it.” you gave his hair a firm tug, directing focus to his bucking hips. “Tell me how much your cock aches, how hard it is, how much you love touching me.”

 Sanji shuddered, another frantic nod dizzying his vision as he jerked his hips harder. “I do! So-so much”, he hiccupped. “I lo- ohhh, uhh, yes!— I love you touch-in’ me. Teasin’ me, makin’ a mess of me-eee— ahh, shit! Tou-uch me, please, fuck! Please, I love it— love your eyes, your voice, your touch. I’ll die, ohh, god-oh god, lemme jus’ die like this, it’s oka-ay if it’s you. For you, all you, fuck-fuck!”

 “I think you deserve your reward now, Sanji-kun.”

 Sanji snapped his head up, his hips stilting. “This-this isn’t the reward?” how could it not be? He was touching you, kissing your body, smearing his cock all over your pretty leg. What could be better than this?

 You pulled back from him, and slowly, painfully slow, deathly slow, you lifted the hem of your dress.

 He first saw your thighs, thick and supple, making him swipe his tongue along his bottom lip just imagining the taste of your sweat, of the grooves of your cellulite.

  your dress lifted higher, and his hands flexed, picturing squeezing on the squishy flesh and feeling it fill his palms and pudge out against his fingers where he couldn't quite grasp.

 This was the reward, yes? Pretty, coloured thick thighs he’d be happy to touch, to worship with hips he could sink his teeth into, full and curved and beautifully rounded.

 But your hand lifted higher. Higher. Until he ascended so high he heard the angel’s song again, welcoming him to paradise.

 “Sanji, you’re shaking an’ whining loudly.”

 Was he?

“Wipe the blood first… good boy. Come here, it’s’okay,” you tugged him closer, his face inches away from your panties. “You’ve been so good, I thought you might like to ...” your cheeks burned, “To touch.”

  He could smell it now, the wetness that made your thighs clench earlier. That had you sighing and chewing on your bottom lip as he chased his own pleasure. The arousal that allowed him this far with you, coating your pink panties and, fuuck.

 You-your panties… they— they had the cutest bow on it. right above your mound and the lewd wet patch he ached to… “Did-did you say touch?”

 You nodded, tugging him closer by his hair. “I won’t take off my panties, but I don’t see why you can’t use them to get yourself off, just this once. It’s what you always wanted, right?”

 What he always wanted.

 “Are… are you sure?”

 What he always wanted and prayed and dreamed and lusted after— but he had to make sure. To know this is what you wanted. Sanji couldn’t— he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if it weren’t your desire too. Even if he was seeing double and the room tilted on its axis or his blood pooled on the floorboards more than his own body, he wouldn’t be able to stand again without hearing you say—

  “Sanji-kun, touch me.”

 You tugged him closer, cooing your affirmations, stroking his hair. Going slow and speaking so softly, he wondered if you were talking to him at all.

 “It’s okay,” you purred, your eyes gentle. “You can use me to cum. I want to see you cum for me.”

Use you?

His brows knitted. That didn’t sound right.

Use.

 Use.

Use?

 That word felt wrong, dirty. Even in his inebriated, lust-filled fog, Sanji knew that it wasn’t right. That it was tactless. That you deserved better than that.

 “I don’t— I don’t want to ever use you.” he husked. Just saying the word made his stomach churn, and though his limbs felt heavy, he lifted himself a little taller on his knees. “Don’t ever say that to me again.”

 Sanji’s sudden coherency surprised you when he was trembling moments before, but there was no mistaking the sincerity in his tone, and you could only stare— awed, heated and incredibly wrecked with the emotions he stirred. Yet rather than replying, your grip on him tightened, a challenge tilting your brow, waiting to see what move he’d make with the offer you raised.

 “Okay… oh-okay, ‘m gonna touch you now, darlin’.”

 With all the strength he could muster, Sanji pushed forward and inhaled deeply, pressing his nose in your crotch, and filling his lungs until the only air that could possibly flow through him was you. “Ohh, fuck.” Sanji groaned, the sound vibrating on your most intimate parts, pulling deep from his throat, and sounding nothing short of sinful that had you keening lowly in response.

 “Oh, fuck- oh fuck, darlin’ you’re a dream.” He murmured into your cunt, his words bleeding back to babble as he breathed in long and deep. It was intoxicating, the heady scent of your pussy. Driving him mad, sick, practically delirious by the slick that marred your panties, creating the most dazzling patch of arousal right in the middle. Oh fuck, his tongue immediately began lapping at the damp fabric caging your plump lips. “Fuck!”

 You choked on a moan. “Is that all you can say?”

 Sanji shook his head, his hands finding your full-figured hips and squeezing, eliciting a low mewl with the fat filling his palms and bulging out at the sides just how he pictured it. “Fuck!” he grunted again into your cunt; his mouth muffled but his shouts reverberated from the intensity that shook him at the core. “Fuck-fuck!”

 You huffed out a chuckle. “Sweetie, if it’s too much for you—”

 He couldn’t hear you. Sanji held you tighter, drew you closer into his open mouth, his jaw slack, muscles taut, cock aching— but it was a sensation he could ignore while his tongue messaged and rolled and lapped at your clothed cunt. Dragging along your labia over and over until it wettened enough to slip his tongue down the seam of your pussy, spreading it to finally circle your pulsing clit and suck, the fabric damp with a lewd mixture of slick and saliva as your whimpers rang loud.

 “Fu-uhh, shit, you taste so goo’ fo’me”, his words were gruff, his mind addled— Sanji couldn’t focus past your cunt, your scent, not when it wafted through him and settled deep in his abdomen— twisting lust straight down to his neglected cock drooling on the floor.

 “Sa-anji! Fuck, hmm, keep-keep going!”

 He groaned, digging his fingers into your hips and shoving you harder into his mouth. “Su’ch a pretty cunt, shit-fuck.” He held you firmly, his strength unrelenting even as you swayed, letting you writhe on his face. “Darlin’, sweet girl, sweet sweet cunt, uhh, y’make my cock hurt so-so much. Make me so hard, so dizzy. All you, shit-shit. Uhh-uhh, s’wet fo’me. Tha’ank you. thank y-you, than-k you.”

 You moaned for him, and the sound of it tingled his spine, acutely aware of the sharp tugging on his scalp, but Sanji paid the rest of it no mind. He was touching you, licking your pussy through your pretty panties, inhaling your arousal, making you moan.

 Making you cry his name, making you wet.

 And he answered it all with low hums and deep grunts of praises, thanking you fiercely, his devotion syphoning from every breath as if you poured into him yourself.

 Sanji flickered his tongue on your clit, alternating between soft and hard strokes that had you grinding your hips on his tongue, and he revelled in it while your pussy rewarded him by staining your panties with sticky fluids he drank greedily. Devouring your cunt with his whole face, bumping his nose into your clit, his chin wet, cheeks flushed.

 “Imma cum!” you tried to warn him, to stave off the flutter in your belly and not embarrass yourself by cumming so soon, but his touch, his tongue— even with the panties in the way it only added to the friction. To the burn flooding over your body from the moment you discovered him. You squirmed, rocked, and sighed as the coil tightened in your belly— a sensation so intense you attempted to cinch your thighs, but Sanji pinched your hips, pulling you apart for him, ignoring your pleas.

 Holding you closer, grunting praises, flattening his tongue, pressing hard until you came with a loud cry.

 “Su’ch a goo’girl, so good for me. that’s it, lemme clean that up for you, darlin’.”

 Sanji lapped at your cunt, your panties ruined and almost dripping from your release that he swallowed as best he could before you ripped him off with a harsh tug.

 “Stand,” you panted harshly. Your balance was shoddy, but you stood firm, yanking the man to his full height, and wrapped your fist around his cock. Gently tugging on his flushed sex in quick strokes. “Cum for me.”

 Sanji curled into your touch, white-hot and just barely keeping himself standing with a hard grip on your hips— he slumped into your chest, fucking into your hand chaotically. “I-I didn’t— y-you. Uhh, fuck!”

 “What is it?”

 Tears stung his waterline. “I di-idn’t clean u-uhh, ahh, mmm, I wanted— wanted to clean you u-uhp.” He cried out, fidgeting in your grasp, his cock overly sensitive and shamefully drooling all over your wrist. He wanted to be strong, to make you cum and slump on his chest, but Sanji could hardly keep his eyes open at this point. He felt airy, foggy, every sensation felt like it was dolled up to ten and he couldn’t find the strength to keep standing.

 And it hurt, fuck, his cock hurt. His balls hurt, his chest hurt, breathing hurt— it ended up as short gasps and high-pitch whines into your neck until you brushed your thumb over his slit and Sanji saw stars.

 “ahh! Im-imma cum! ‘mma cu-uuh, fuck-fuck!”

 “It’s okay, sweet boy,” you jerked him firmly with one hand and pulled down the bow of your panties, exposing your plump mound. “Cum right here, I wan’ feel you cum on me.” you slipped his tip between your pussy lips, a low, wet, squelching noise added to his moans now.

 To yours and the raunchy sounds that swirled in between.

 “Sweet-sweetheart!” Sanji squeaked, bucking his hips widely, your pussy smearing wet kisses all over his cock. Hot and squishy and so so delicious his orgasm crashed through him like a tidal wave, surging and pulsing and dousing him with a pleasure that raked a voiceless cry— splatting his cum in your panties and slathering your slit with gooey, icky glops of his release. Your panties filled with both stains of arousal.

“Good boy.” your kisses feathered over his rapid pulse, the praises almost as gentle as your lips. “Such a good boy, shh. I got you, hun.”

 Sanji held you close, shivering through his climax, pitifully cowering his face into the warm crook of your neck until his cries settled into cute whimpers and the spots misting the corners blended into colours he could actually see.

 “Shh, you did so well, cutie.” You stroked his back, unbothered by the sweat clinging to his skin or the sticky, hot mush that was caged to your cunt. the latter tingling the nerves of your spine in an addictive way. “That felt amazing.”

 “Ye-yea?”

“Yes, hun.”

 There were a few seconds of heavy breathing, then shuffling of clothes, and suddenly, Sanji was seated back on the sofa, but the comforting weight of your plush body sat on top of him too. He liked it, it was grounding. Safe.

 Sanji held you tight, his strong arms locking you in place over his lap. Your bodies hot and tempering down ever so slowly in each other’s embrace.

 There’s was a gentle hum in the room, or maybe it was your voice, tenderly washing over him as Sanji came to grips with his body again. With the heat, the sweat and throb of arousal cooling into a low ebb in his abdomen. With the reality that you both stood in and your roles in it. But he couldn’t bring himself to care of anything else but you curling in his lap.

 You smelt nice, you played with his hair and hummed in his ear, and you felt so… so good in his arms.

 “Thank you.” he croaked after a while. Feeling satiated and satisfied sinking into your embrace, Sanji could do nothing else but whisper his thanks into your lips over and over, his kiss filled with all the gratitude of an answered prayer. “Thank you for this, for holding me. I don’t know when it got so out of hand.”

You smirked, patting his chest playfully, hoping he did not notice how your heart soared as you attempted to joke. “probably as soon as I agreed to this little game.”

 This time, Sanji’s smile beaned wide, pretty teeth shining bright. “I just can’t help myself, darlin.” he nuzzled into your cheek, savouring the intimacy. “I told you what would happen if you got too close.”

 You laughed softly, “I suppose I was warned.” You shifted in his lap, straddling him now instead with the gooey mixture flushed hot in your panties, squishing against your achy clit, it made you breathless. Eager. “If you’re a good boy—”

His stomach flipped excitedly.

 “—Maybe we’ll play again.”

 Sanji shuddered, his smile waning as his lips parted cutely. “Don’t tease me. I—”

 “SANJI! OI! I GOT THIS BIG FISH! IT HAS TWO HEADS CAN WE EAT IT?!”

“Oi, Shitty-brow! I found this buried sword, lemme cut you with it!”

 You stifled the laughter behind your hand, the cutest frown scrunching his face from their untimely interruption. Even so, you began moving to crawl off his lap before the other straw hats walked in with their treasures, but Sanji gripped your wrist, his pleading stare shooting familiar sparks in your core.

 “Promise we’ll do this again?”

You smiled warmly, leaning in for a kiss only to swipe your tongue upon his bottom lip, “Yes, and it will stay just between us.”

 Sanji blushed, savouring the taste of you on his own tongue. “Yea, of course. Just between us, darlin’.”

 This time, you stood up to leave, but not without one final look over your shoulder, “just like your cum soaking my panties right now.”

 You quickly slipped out of the room before anyone could notice, twirling your shoe as the sound of a heavy thud crashed behind you and the boys shouts followed shortly after.

 “WOW! So much blood! Was there a fight?! Are they still here?! I wanna fight!”

 “LUFFY N-NO THAT—”

 “EW SHITTY BROW! WAKE UP AND CLEAN THIS SHIT YOU PERV—”

// - tysm for the support! hopefully the tags will hold up this time:333 please do not repost or translate my stories.

[bunnyboowrites]

"It feels incredibly domestic when I reach out and tell my friend I would like to touch them, and they immediately know to offer their hand. It simply warms my heart that they know me so well."

-xoxo, bunny boo🐰💋

[bunnyboowrites]

reader being zoro’s first love, first kiss, etc?

Roronoa Zoro x Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW mdni, Zoro being bad at expressing. Bad writing😔

Zoro had never been one for romance. His life was a sharp focus on two things: swords and the endless pursuit of his dream. Girls? They didn’t factor into his equation. But then you came along.

From the moment he met you, you were different. Your eyes seemed to hold galaxies, your laugh was a melody that softened his rough edges, and your ebony skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. You moved with a grace that he couldn’t help but admire, and before he realized it, you had wormed your way into his carefully guarded heart.

It wasn’t just your beauty, though that alone could’ve stolen anyone’s breath—it was your warmth, your charm, your way of making even the silence between you feel comfortable. You’d often sit beside him, not saying a word, simply sharing his space. It was an odd thing, but it made him feel something unfamiliar—something that scared him and thrilled him all at once.

That’s how he found himself here tonight, drinking with you. Well, he was drinking, anyway. You’d been cut off by Sanji after a few too many glasses, much to your dramatic dismay.

“Come on, my dear heart,” Sanji had said, prying your cup away, “you wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty head of yours by being sick in the morning.”

You, much to Zoro’s delight, had unleashed a torrent of curses at the cook, your indignation utterly charming.

“What does he know, anyway?” you huffed, clutching a cup of water in defeat. “All he knows is food and being crap at talking to women.”

Zoro chuckled into his sake, watching you glare into the distance like a warrior defeated on the battlefield. Then, you brightened with a sudden burst of determination.

“This is so stupid. I’m going to the crow’s nest,” you declared, wobbling to your feet.

Zoro blinked. “You can’t climb like that.”

“I can so climb,” you snapped, your clumsy steps taking you toward the ladder.

With a sigh and a muttered curse, Zoro followed. He knew better than to try to stop you when you were this determined, but he wasn’t about to let you get yourself killed, either.

By the time he reached the top, you had already stumbled your way to the couch, giggling as you collapsed into its cushions. The air between you shifted, soft and intimate, and Zoro found himself feeling nervous—a rare, alien emotion for the swordsman.

“Come sit next to me, Zo-zo,” you said, patting the seat beside you with a teasing smile.

He scoffed but obliged, taking a long swig of sake to calm his nerves. Sitting this close to you, with your laughter still ringing in his ears and your warmth radiating toward him, made him feel vulnerable in a way he wasn’t used to.

“So, Zo-zo,” you began, tilting your head to look at him. “Have you been seeing anyone lately?”

He snorted. “When would I have time for that? We’re always together.”

You raised an eyebrow, your expression mischievous. “Well, you know Law’s been into me for a while. I’ve been seeing him.”

Zoro froze. Law? His mind reeled at the thought. That brooding perfectionist? He didn’t deserve you. Law wouldn’t understand the spark in your laughter or the light you brought to every room you entered.

He felt a pang of jealousy flare in his chest, sharp and unfamiliar. “Law, huh?” he muttered, glaring at the floor.

You suddenly leaned in closer, your warm presence invading his space. “Wait,” you said, eyes wide with curiosity. “Have you ever kissed someone, Zoro?”

His face burned like a bonfire. “W-what kind of question is that?”

“Just answer me!”

He coughed, his gaze fixed on the ground. “No. I can’t be bothered with that crap. I don’t have time to get distracted from my dream.”

You hummed thoughtfully before shifting even closer, your body pressing against his side. He could feel your warmth seeping into him, could smell the faint, sweet scent of your perfume.

“You can kiss me, Zo-zo,” you offered, your voice soft and inviting, as if it were the most natural suggestion in the world.

Zoro’s mind went blank. He stared at you, searching your face for any hint of hesitation, but there was none. Just you, smiling at him with that teasing sparkle in your eyes.

He hesitated for a moment longer. Would you even remember this tomorrow? Would it change things between you? But then, he thought—what was there to lose?

With a deep breath, he leaned in, his earrings clinking softly as he closed the distance. His lips brushed against yours, tentative at first, but the spark between you ignited into something deeper. He kissed you with all the unspoken feelings he’d kept locked away, his hands trembling slightly as they rested on your waist.

When he pulled back, your eyes were half-lidded, your smile soft and dreamy.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” you teased, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Shut up,” he muttered, but the grin tugging at his lips betrayed him.

The rest of the night passed in a haze of laughter and quiet moments, the two of you basking in the glow of something new and unspoken.

<3

Zoro had thought that after your first kiss, things would go back to normal. And, for the most part, they had—you resumed your work on the ship, smiling and laughing as you always did, while he tried to focus on his training and keep his emotions in check. But there was one problem: Sanji.

The damn cook was driving him insane.

Sanji always found an excuse to be around you, touching your shoulder, showering you with compliments, and spoiling you with food or gifts. Today, it was the new outfit Nami had convinced you to buy while shopping on shore leave. You walked out onto the deck, and Sanji’s reaction made Zoro’s blood boil.

“Mon amour, you look exquisite! You should let a man treat you like the goddess you are,” Sanji gushed, practically floating as he fawned over you.

The rest of the crew chimed in, throwing out their own praises and exaggerated lines.

“Wow, girl, I need that!” Usopp exclaimed.

“You look smoking, Y/N. So sexy, I’d want you all to myself!” Nami teased with a grin.

Zoro stayed quiet, his jaw clenched as he leaned against the mast, trying not to explode. He wasn’t sure why he felt like this—why the sight of others admiring you made his chest tighten and his stomach churn. But he couldn’t deny it: the idea of anyone else having you made his blood run hot.

He tried to shake it off, to focus on anything else, but the more he watched Sanji hover around you, the more the agitation built. By the time the sun began to set, Zoro knew he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He needed to talk to you.

He found you sitting on the deck, the soft orange glow of the setting sun casting a warm light on your face. You were leaning against the railing, gazing out at the sea, looking so peaceful that it almost made him hesitate. But he couldn’t let this fester any longer.

“Y/N, can we talk?” he asked, his voice low but steady.

You turned to look at him, a curious smile on your lips. “Of course, Zozo.”

He took a deep breath, steeling himself as he stood before you. “I can’t understand what you do to me,” he began, his words rough and unpolished. “But I hate it when other people look at you like that. When they want you. I… I can’t stand it.”

You raised an eyebrow, your teasing nature shining through even in this serious moment. “Are you asking me something, or telling me, Zozo?”

He grumbled, running a hand through his hair as a faint blush crept up his cheeks. “I’m asking, okay?” he admitted, his voice quieter. “Y/N, please… be mine. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else having you.” He hesitated, his grey eyes meeting yours. “I may not be the most romantic guy, but I’ve never felt like this before. And it’s all because of you. Your laugh, your kindness, your strength… everything about you.”

You smiled, your heart fluttering at his vulnerable confession. Without a word, you reached out, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him down into a kiss. It was firm, confident, and left him absolutely speechless.

When you pulled back, your lips hovered just a breath away from his as you whispered, “I’ll be your girlfriend, Zozo. The first and only, hopefully.”

You giggled softly, and Zoro stared at you, stunned, as the warmth of your words washed over him. He could hardly believe it.

For the first time in his life, he felt like he’d won something more valuable than any sword or battle—he’d won you. And he swore to himself, in that moment, that he’d do whatever it took to keep you by his side.

<3

Dating Zoro was everything you thought it would be: steadfast, protective, and filled with quiet, unspoken affection. But one thing was driving you absolutely nuts—you never had any alone time. Between the chaos of the crew’s adventures and Zoro’s relentless training, finding a moment to just be together seemed impossible.

That’s why you’d gone out of your way to create something special. With Nami and Robin’s help, you’d bought supplies, and with Franky’s engineering expertise, you’d had a private room built on the Sunny—one just for the two of you. It was soundproof, cozy, and tailored to your taste, because you knew Zoro wouldn’t care about things like color schemes or throw pillows. But you cared. You wanted this to be a space where the two of you could escape, where Zoro could finally let down his guard.

Now, the moment had finally come.

“Where the hell are you taking me?” Zoro grumbled, his voice tinged with annoyance as you led him down the hallway with a blindfold over his eyes.

“Stop being so grumpy, Zozo,” you teased, tugging his hand to guide him. “Just trust me.”

He sighed but let you lead him, muttering something about how “this better not be some prank.” You couldn’t help but smile—typical Zoro.

When you finally reached the door, you paused, excitement bubbling in your chest. You positioned him in the center of the room, making sure everything was perfect, and then gently pulled off the blindfold.

“Surprise!” you said, beaming.

Zoro blinked, his eyes adjusting to the dimly lit space. He looked around, taking in the small but cozy room. The bed was large and inviting, covered in soft blankets and pillows in hues you loved. A few of your personal touches were scattered about—pictures, small decorations, and candles that gave the room a warm glow.

“What is this?” he asked, his brows furrowed.

You smiled, stepping closer to him. “It’s our room. Just for us. A space where we can be together, away from the crew.”

He stared at you for a long moment, his grey eyes wide with disbelief. No one had ever done something like this for him before. No one had cared enough to create a space just for him, much less share it with him. His heart raced in his chest, and warmth bloomed in his stomach.

“It’s… great,” he finally said, his voice softer than usual. He pulled you into a hug, his arms strong and steady around you. “Thank you.”

You held him close for a moment before stepping back, your lips curling into your signature teasing smile. “That’s not all, Zozo.”

You took his hand and led him to the bed, your eyes glinting with mischief. Zoro raised an eyebrow, his cheeks tinged with pink as he sat down.

“What else is there?” he asked, his tone gruff but curious.

You leaned in, your face inches from his, your voice dropping to a playful whisper. “You’ll see.”

Zoro’s heart raced. He wasn’t sure what you had planned, but for the first time, he didn’t feel nervous—just grateful. Grateful for you, for your thoughtfulness, and for the strange, unfamiliar happiness you always seemed to bring him.

Zoro's eyes locked onto yours, his gaze intense as he waited with bated breath to see what you had planned. His hands rested on his thighs, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm as he tried to calm his racing heart.

The pink tint on his cheeks deepened, and he looked away for a moment, trying to composed himself. But his eyes snapped back to yours, drawn in by the mischievous glint in your eye. "What is it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his tone laced with anticipation. His body leaned in, ever so slightly, as if drawn to you by an invisible thread.

“I know you’re a virgin Zoro” you placed the object on the bed and smiled as you stripped your clothing, revealing that underneath was a cutesy set of panties. “What better way to start our stay in our new room than to test the sound proofing”

As you stripped off your clothing, revealing the cutesy panties, Zoro's eyes snapped back to yours, his gaze locked onto the sight of you. He felt a surge of excitement and nervousness, his body responding to the sight of you in a way that made him feel both embarrassed and aroused.

"S-sound proofing?" he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper, as he tried to process the implications of what you were suggesting.

“Oh yes Zo zo, I’m your dirty girl tonight” you smirked and crawled onto the plush bed. The blushing man was making you more and more wet at the thought of making him feel something he hasn’t felt before.

The way you called him "Zo zo" sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt his heart racing with anticipation. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice, but all that came out was a barely audible whisper. "Y-you're... really something else, aren't you?" He couldn't help but be drawn to you, his eyes locked onto the sight of you as you smirked and teased him. The thought of being with you, of experiencing something new and unknown, was both thrilling and terrifying.

But as he looked into your eyes, he saw the excitement and anticipation there, and he knew that he was ready to take the leap.

You touch his shoulders massaging them gently “are you sure? We don’t have too today” you sit with your legs folded under you. “Don’t get me wrong, you turn me on but we don’t have to do anything tonight if you’re not ready zo”

Zoro’s eyes fluttered closed as your hands kneaded the tension from his shoulders, each touch gentle yet firm, grounding him in the moment. His rigid posture softened under your care, and he let out a deep sigh, his breathing slowing as the tension began to melt away.

When he finally opened his eyes, they met yours—soft and steady, filled with warmth. You sat in front of him with your legs tucked neatly beneath you, your presence calming and reassuring. The sight of your gentle smile, paired with the patience in your expression, made something unfamiliar stir deep within him: trust.

“I… I want to,” he admitted, his voice quiet, almost unsure. “I want to be with you, to experience this with you.” He paused, his golden eyes searching yours for the reassurance he craved. “But I’m scared. I don’t know what to expect… and I don’t want to disappoint you.

His voice faltered, and he looked away, his face tinted with a faint blush. Vulnerability wasn’t something Zoro embraced easily—it felt foreign, like exposing a part of himself he hadn’t even fully understood yet.

But your hands never wavered, still massaging his shoulders, drawing him back to the present.

“Zoro,” you said softly, leaning forward until your forehead was nearly touching his. “You could never disappoint me. Just being here with you, sharing this moment, is more than enough for me.”

Your voice was gentle but steady, carrying the weight of your sincerity. “We don’t have to rush anything, or do anything you’re not ready for. This is about us—about trusting each other and sharing something special. Nothing more, nothing less.”

He met your gaze again, his eyes filled with something raw and unspoken. For the first time, he allowed himself to relax fully, to let go of the fear clawing at the edges of his thoughts.

“You’re too good to me,” he murmured, a small, almost shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You chuckled softly, cupping his face in your hands. “No, Zoro. I just see you for who you are—and I care about all of it.”

As the warmth of your touch spread through him, Zoro leaned into your hands, letting himself feel the full weight of your words.

You leaned in, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was filled with all the emotion you couldn’t put into words. It was slow and passionate, your warmth melting away the last of his tension. Zoro hesitated for only a moment before his hands found their way to your face, his calloused fingers brushing your cheeks as he pulled you closer.

He kissed you deeper, the initial uncertainty giving way to something more raw, more instinctive. His movements were clumsy but earnest, his lips pressing against yours with an intensity that left you breathless. It wasn’t perfect—Zoro wasn’t the type to have experience in matters like this—but that made it all the more endearing.

The room seemed to shrink around you, the world outside fading as the moment enveloped you both. His other hand found your waist, his grip firm but gentle, as though afraid you might slip away if he let go.

You smiled against his lips, your heart swelling with affection for the swordsman who was slowly letting down his walls. Breaking the kiss for just a moment, you rested your forehead against his, your fingers gently threading through his hair.

“You’re amazing, Zozo,” you whispered, your voice barely audible but carrying the weight of your feelings.

Zoro’s cheeks flushed a deeper red, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let out a soft, almost embarrassed chuckle. “You’re the one who’s amazing,” he muttered, his voice gruff but filled with sincerity.

You blushed and quickly pulled away, placing a pillow on the floor. Your knees pressed against it. “Zo can you please undo your pants for me?” You look up at him, ready for anything he wanted to do.

As he pulled down his pants, he couldn't help but steal a glance at you, his eyes locked onto yours as he waited for your reaction.

When he finished undressing, he stood up, his pants falling to the floor with a soft thud. He looked down at his body, his eyes tracing the lines of his muscles before he met your gaze again. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he was unsure of what you would think.

“Of course it is, let’s take this slow baby” you smile up at him and wrap your hands around his shaft. A soft kitten lick given to the tip

He felt a jolt of electricity run through his veins as your tongue made contact with the tip of his shaft, the soft, gentle touch sending shivers down his spine. He let out a low, husky groan, his voice barely above a whisper, as he felt his body respond to your touch.

He looked down at you, his eyes locking onto yours as he watched you take him in

As you continued to tease him with soft licks and gentle strokes, Zoro's body began to relax, his muscles releasing their tension as he let himself get lost in the sensation. He felt his hips begin to move, ever so slightly, as he subtly thrust into your touch, his body craving more of the pleasure you were giving him.

His voice was barely audible, but he whispered your name. "You...you're driving me crazy," he breathed.

You take him further into your mouth, far enough he was reaching the back of your throat. Your pussy twitched in your lace panties at the feeling, he was just so big. Bigger than you ever had before, was he even gonna fit?

As you took Zoro deeper into your mouth, he let out a low, guttural groan, his body shuddering with pleasure. He felt his eyes roll back in his head, his vision blurring as he was overcome with the sensation of your mouth wrapped around him. He couldn't help but thrust his hips, ever so slightly, as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

As you continued to suck him, Zoro's hands instinctively went to your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he gently guided you up and down his length. He was careful not to push too hard, not wanting to overwhelm you, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency, a sense that he needed to be inside you, to feel your warmth and your tightness wrapped around him.

"Ah, fuck," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper, as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. "I don't know how much more of this I can take." He looked down at you, his eyes locking onto yours, and he could see the desire and the excitement reflected back at him. He knew that he was ready, and he could tell that you were too.

As Zoro's hands wandered down your skin, you felt a shiver run down your spine, his touch sending sparks of electricity through your body. He helped you up from your knees and leaned close to you. His kiss was intense, his teeth and tongue clashing with yours in a passionate, all-consuming dance. You felt yourself getting lost in the sensation, your body melting into his as he pulled you closer.

As he pulled your bralette down, you felt a rush of cool air on your skin, followed by the warmth of his hands as he cupped your breasts. His fingers brushed against your nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You moaned into his mouth, your tongue tangling with his as you deepened the kiss.

Your hands instinctively went to his waist, your fingers digging into his skin as you pulled him closer. You felt his hardness pressing against your belly, and you couldn't help but rub against him, your body craving the friction.

As Zoro's hands continued to explore your body, you felt yourself getting more and more turned on. His touch was gentle, yet possessive, as if he was claiming you as his own. You felt a sense of surrender wash over you, as if you were giving yourself to him, body and soul.

Suddenly, Zoro's hands were at your waist, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your lace panties. He pulled back from the kiss, his eyes locking onto yours as he waited for your permission to proceed. His eyes were burning with desire, his face tense with anticipation. "Can I?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as he waited for your response.

“Yes Zoro” you smile and urge him to sit on the edge of the bed “I wanna be on top though, you’re really big and I wanna be able to control the pace or I can’t take that monster dick” you joked

He let out a low, rumbling laugh, his chest vibrating with the sound.

"Ah, you're going to be the one in control, huh?" he said, his voice low and husky. "I like that." He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and leaned back on his hands, his body language open and inviting.

As you prepared to straddle him, Zoro's eyes locked onto yours, his gaze burning with intensity. He seemed to be savoring the moment, his body tense with anticipation. "Take your time," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I want to feel you, all of you."

He looked down at his body, his eyes tracing the lines of his muscles, and then back up at you, his gaze filled with a sense of wonder. "I've never done this before," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I want to do it with you. I want to feel you wrapped around me, to feel your warmth and your tightness."

Zoro's hands came up, his fingers brushing against your hips, and he gently guided you into position. "Come on," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Ride me."

Your panties were pulled to the side, there was no use in waiting anyway. His tip warm against your entrance, another reminder of how real this was. You sunk down and let out a broken whimper, he was very large. But you could take it Zoro deserved this, deserved to be taken care of, and most of all he deserved to be fucked.

As you sank down onto Zoro's length, he let out a low, guttural groan, his body shuddering with pleasure.

Zoro's hands came up, his fingers digging into your hips as he guided you down, his body arching up to meet yours.

"Ah, fuck," he breathed "You're so tight, so warm." He looked up at you, his eyes locked onto yours, and he could see the mixture of pleasure and pain in your expression. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice husky with concern.

But as he looked into your eyes, he saw something there, something that made his heart skip a beat. He saw a sense of determination, of resolve, and it made him feel like he was the only person in the world. You were doing this for him, taking him in, and it was an incredible feeling.

Zoro's hands tightened around your hips, his fingers digging deeper into your skin. "I'm not going to last long," he whispered. "You feel too good, too amazing." He looked up at you, his eyes burning with intensity, and he knew that he was going to come, and soon.

“It’s fine baby, I want you to feel good” you experimentally rock your hips against him, instead of pain you’re met with sparks of pleasure. You moan and grip onto Zoro tighter, his shirt tight in your grasp.

As you rocked your hips against him, Zoro's eyes went wide with pleasure, his face contorting in a mixture of shock and delight.

His hands tightened around your hips, his fingers digging deeper into your skin as he guided you into a rhythm. He could feel your warmth, your tightness, and it was driving him crazy.

"Ah, fuck, yeah," he moaned "Just like that, baby. Move just like that." He looked up at you, his eyes locked onto yours, and he could see the pleasure written all over your face.

Zoro's hips began to move, his body thrusting up into yours as he met your rhythm. He felt a sense of synchronization, of being in perfect harmony with you, and it was incredible.

As you moaned, Zoro's mouth came up, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. He could feel your breath, your warmth, and it was driving him crazy. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours, as he felt himself getting closer and closer to release.

“Come on baby be louder for me” you moaned and started dropping your hips down onto him faster “I wanna hear it when you cum inside me” the pleasure of your pussy being so full mixed with the fact his abs were rubbing against your clit is helping you get close to the edge. He let out a moan that sounded so fucked out it made you smirk. He was close and you could tell.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the sensation of being inside you. Your words only fueled his passion, and he could feel his climax approaching. Zoro let out a low, husky moan,his voice rough from the intensity of our lovemaking. His abs tensed as he thrust upwards, rubbing against your clit "Ah, damn it...,"he growled, my control slipping. You were driving him crazy, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He looked up at you, hid eyes locking onto yours, and he could see the smirk on your face. It only made him more determined to make you scream his name.

Your pussy was gushing against him, you were so close. Your moans were getting louder with every movement from your hips, the obscene sounds of your pussy making a mess and your lewd moans mixing together like a symphony. “Oh god Zoro you’re too good to me, you make me feel so good! I love you zozo”

He groaned, his eyes flashing with pleasure at the sound of your moans and the feeling of your pussy clenching around him. Your words only added to his arousal, "Shut up and come already," he growled, his voice low and rough, his hips meeting yours in a frenzied rhythm. He wrapped my arms around you, pulling you closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Say my name again," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin, as he drove into you, faster and harder, pushing you towards the edge.

“Zoro fuck I’m cumming” your pussy was spasming around his cock, you were sure you were seeing white. Your scream of his name was almost too loud. He didn’t stop though. Just because you stopped doesn’t mean he was done, he still hadn’t got to cum yet; wasn’t this whole thing about him?

He gritted his teeth, eyes gleaming with intensity as he continued to thrust into you, movements relentless. Your scream of his name only fueled his passion, and he could feel his own climax building up.He didn't stop, didn't slow down, as he drove into you, his hips pounding against yours. "Not yet," he growled, he pulled your hair back, "I'm not done with you yet. You're going to take all of me, every last bit." He could feel my orgasm approaching, and he was determined to make it last, to make you feel every inch of him , every pulse of his cock as he came inside you. Your spasming pussy was still clenching around him, and he could feel your juices dripping down his balls, but he didn't stop, didn't let up, as he chased his own release.

“Please Zo cum inside, I need your hot cum inside my pussy” you keened

Zoro let out a feral growl, his eyes flashing with pleasure at your words. He could feel his climax building up, balls tightening, and cock throbbing with anticipation. "Ah, damn it...," he snarled, as he thrust into you one last time, his hips slamming against yours. Zoro felt his orgasm erupt, cum shooting into you, filling your pussy with his hot seed. He let out a low, rumbling moan, his body shuddering with pleasure, as he emptied himself into you. "Take it," he growled,"Take all of it." He wrapped my arms around you, holding you close, as he felt his cum dripping out of you.

The moans quiet down to whimpers as they calm down “first time for everything right zozo?” She questioned. He let out a low, rumbling chuckle, his chest still heaving with exertion, "I suppose so," he said, his voice still rough from their lovemaking. "I never thought I'd be the type to...lose control like that." He smiled wryly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "But I suppose you have a way of making me do things I never thought I'd do." He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "And I have to say, I rather enjoyed it." His voice dropped to a whisper, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "Maybe I'll have to let you make me lose control again sometime."

[bunnyboowrites]

Can you do more Luffy x black female reader

Sorry it took a while and I hope you enjoy! Xoxo Bunny boo

Warnings: P in V sex, female reader, ooc Luffy (because cannon Luffy having sex is very unlikely)

Being Straw Hat Luffy’s girlfriend has its perks. Life with him is an endless whirlwind of excitement—crazy adventures across the Grand Line, indulging in delicious food, and being surrounded by the most loyal and unique crew you could ever imagine. Every day feels like a new chapter in a story you never want to end. The camaraderie, the laughter, and the thrill of facing the unknown make it all feel like a dream.

But, as with any great journey, there’s always a downside. The constant danger lurking around every corner, the relentless pursuit by enemies and bounty hunters, and the sacrifices that come with chasing the One Piece can take their toll. Being with Luffy means embracing the chaos and uncertainty of a pirate’s life, where every moment is unpredictable and safety is never guaranteed.

Luffy’s bounty had just skyrocketed to an unbelievable 3,000,000,000 berries, and, true to form, he did what he always does—insisted on celebrating a job well done. With his boundless enthusiasm, it was impossible to say no. The Thousand Sunny docked at a lush island that felt more like a luxurious resort, and soon enough, the whole crew was running wild, each indulging in their own version of fun.

Usopp, Franky, Brook, and Chopper were tearing through every daredevil slide they could find, their laughter and excited shouts echoing across the resort. Zoro, as expected, had stationed himself at the bar, steadily draining it of its supply while challenging anyone daring enough to keep up. Luffy was practically glued to Sanji’s side, pestering him for food with the wide-eyed persistence only Luffy could manage.

Meanwhile, you, Jinbei, Robin, and Nami had opted for a quieter kind of indulgence, lounging in the cool shade near a massive pool. The tranquil setting was a welcome reprieve after your recent adventures. As you stretched out on the comfortable lounge chair, the sound of splashing water and distant laughter blended into the background while you exchanged stories with the others, recounting the chaos and triumphs of your latest journey. It was one of those rare moments of peace, where the weight of the Grand Line seemed to melt away, if only for a little while.

“You ladies look absolutely radiant!” Sanji gushed, his heart practically floating out of his chest as he addressed you, Robin, and Nami. His eyes sparkled, but Luffy’s attention suddenly snapped to you.

You were stretched out in a white bikini, your brown skin glistening under the sun, misted with sweat that only accentuated your natural beauty. Luffy stared openly, his grin widening as if he’d never seen anyone so dazzling.

Robin and Nami, unbothered by the usual antics, each requested drinks, and Sanji immediately sped off to fulfill their every wish, leaving the three of you with Jinbe still reclining in his spot.

“So,” Nami began with a sly smile, leaning in slightly, “have you and Luffy done any couple things yet?”

The question hit you like a tidal wave, and you felt the warmth of embarrassment rush to your cheeks. “I, um…” you stammered, glancing nervously between them. “We’ve only been dating a couple of weeks, and, well… Luffy can be a little clueless sometimes.” You gave a small, nervous laugh, scratching the back of your neck as their curious gazes lingered on you.

Robin chuckled softly, her calm demeanor adding a gentle ease to the conversation. Jinbei, however, spoke up with a knowing smile. “You’ll have to be direct with our captain,” he said wisely. “He may be strong, but when it comes to these things, he’s… not the brightest.”

The group laughed, and you couldn’t help but join in, the tension easing slightly. You glanced toward Luffy, who was now bouncing up and down in front of Sanji, pleading for a snack. Maybe Jinbei was right—subtlety would probably never work with someone like him.

As the afternoon stretched on and the festivities began to settle, Luffy, in his usual energetic fashion, bounded over to you with his signature grin. “Hey! Let’s go explore!” he said, grabbing your hand without waiting for an answer. His enthusiasm was infectious, and you didn’t even think to protest as he led you away from the group and into the thick jungle surrounding the resort.

The sounds of the crew’s laughter and chatter faded as the dense foliage engulfed the two of you. Luffy’s grip on your hand was firm but gentle, his excitement radiating with every step he took. He didn’t have a destination in mind, but with Luffy, you didn’t need one. Just being by his side was its own adventure.

After some time weaving through vines and ducking under low-hanging branches, you both stumbled upon something unexpected—a natural hot spring nestled in a clearing, steam rising delicately from the crystal-clear water. The sunlight filtered through the canopy above, casting a golden glow over the serene oasis.

“Whoa!” Luffy exclaimed, eyes wide with amazement. “This is awesome!”

You couldn’t help but smile at his childlike wonder. “It’s beautiful,” you said, stepping closer to the edge of the spring. The warm steam kissed your skin, and the bubbling water looked so inviting after the day’s heat.

Without a second thought, Luffy started stripping off his sandals and unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it aside. “Let’s get in!” he said eagerly, already wading into the water.

“Luffy!” you laughed, turning away as he plunged in, fully embracing the soothing heat. He surfaced a moment later, shaking his head like a dog and grinning at you.

“Come on!” he urged, holding out a hand. “It feels amazing!”

You hesitated for a moment before giving in. Sliding into the water beside him, the warmth wrapped around you like a comforting hug. You sighed in contentment as you sank deeper, the tension melting from your body.

Luffy floated nearby, his carefree smile never fading as he glanced over at you. “This was a good idea, huh?”

“Yeah,” you agreed, meeting his gaze. “It was.”

The two of you stayed there for what felt like hours, talking about everything and nothing. The jungle seemed to stand still around you, the moment entirely your own.

Luffy’s grin widened, his brown eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and something deeper—something that made your heart race. There was an intensity in his gaze, a desire so pure and earnest that it left you breathless. Slowly, he swam closer, the gentle ripples in the water giving way to his presence until he was right in front of you.

His wet body pressed lightly against yours under the warm water, and you could feel the heat of his skin blending with the soothing heat of the spring. The firmness of his muscles was undeniable, a testament to his strength and determination, but his touch held a softness that made you feel safe, cherished.

“Hey, Y/N,” Luffy said softly, his voice dipping into a rare tone of vulnerability. “You’re so beautiful… and really pretty.” His shy smile stretched across his face, and you noticed the faintest blush dusting his cheeks—a rare sight for someone usually so confident and carefree. “I like you. A lot,” he added, the words tumbling out in a way that felt so completely him—honest, simple, and straight from the heart.

Your breath hitched as he lifted his hand, the rubbery texture of his fingers unusually gentle as they caressed your cheek. His thumb brushed lightly over your bottom lip, the touch so soft and intimate that it sent a shiver cascading down your spine. The world seemed to fade, leaving only the sound of water bubbling around you and the rhythmic pounding of your heartbeat.

Luffy’s gaze was intense yet unassuming, filled with an innocent longing that made the moment even more profound. His eyes searched yours, as if trying to read your thoughts, before he leaned in just slightly, his lips parting with anticipation.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the hopeful edge tugging at your heartstrings. His question hung in the air, tender and raw, as if he was offering you his entire heart in those simple words.

You could feel the warmth of his breath, the proximity making the steam swirling around you both seem even heavier, like a dream you didn’t want to wake from. His presence was magnetic, drawing you closer as his hand remained on your cheek, his thumb now tracing small circles on your skin.

Unable to find the words, you nodded, your lips trembling slightly as you tilted your face toward his. That was all the encouragement he needed. Luffy closed the small distance between you, his lips brushing against yours with a hesitancy that surprised you—gentle, almost testing, as though he wanted to make sure he got it just right.

The kiss deepened as you leaned into him, your hands finding their way to his shoulders. His lips were soft and warm, moving against yours with a sweetness that left you feeling lightheaded. The innocence of his touch mixed with the quiet passion he poured into the kiss made it clear just how much he cared for you.

When he finally pulled back, his face was flushed, and his grin was even wider than before. “That was awesome!” he exclaimed, his excitement breaking through the intimate stillness. His joy was contagious, and you couldn’t help but laugh, your own cheeks warm with both the heat of the spring and the lingering warmth of his kiss.

“Yeah, it was,” you replied, your voice soft but full of affection as you looked at him

“Luffy I wanna try something” you stated, hands moving to pull the tie of your bikini top and bottom. Letting them float away you grin. The water is covering your body as you press yourself into him. Luffy's eyes widened in surprise, and he stumbled backward, his hands instinctively reaching out to grasp your waist. His face turned bright red as he struggled to process what was happening.

"W-what are you doing?" he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. The water around you seemed to amplify the sensation of your skin touching his, and Luffy's eyes darted back and forth, as if searching for an escape or a distraction. Despite his initial shock, a sly grin began to spread across his face, and he leaned in closer, his voice taking on a more playful tone. "I-I mean, I'm not complaining or anything..."

“I want to take our relationship to the next level Luffy, I love you and people in love do these things” you toy with the strings of his bottoms. Your naughty hands exploring his hard abdomen.

Luffy's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he let out a nervous chuckle, his hands tightening around your waist. "O-oh, I see," he stuttered, his face still flushed with embarrassment. As your hands explored his abdomen, he couldn't help but let out a slight moan, his body responding to your touch. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "I love you too," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the water.

His hands began to roam, tracing the curves of your body, and he pulled you closer, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. The water around you seemed to fade into the background as you both lost yourselves in the moment, the only sound being the beating of your hearts and the gentle lapping of the waves.

A gasp left your mouth, your body was so reactive to his touch. You hadn’t done this before and you also assumed he hadn’t as well. Your hands slipped under his trunks and moaned feeling him, your fingers could barely wrap around his length. Luffy's eyes widened in surprise, and he let out a low groan, his body tensing up as your hands wrapped around him. He had never experienced anything like this before, and the sensation was almost overwhelming.

His hands tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth. As you moaned, he felt a surge of excitement, his body responding to your touch. He couldn't help but move his hips, subtly thrusting into your hands, as if seeking more of the pleasure you were giving him. His voice was barely above a whisper, but he managed to stammer out, "Y-you're... really good at this..." His face was still flushed with embarrassment.

“Take your trunks off Lu, I wanna feel you for the first time.” You pulled yourself away from his body and turned to lean over the rocky edged wall of the spring. Your ass peaking out of the water as you arched and wiggled your ass to entice him “don’t you wanna feel me around you?”

Luffy's eyes went wide as he stared at your arched back and the enticing sight of your ass peeking out of the water. He felt a surge of desire and his face turned an even deeper shade of red. He stuttered, "Y-yes... I wanna feel you..." His hands trembled as he reached down to push his trunks down, his eyes never leaving yours.

As he stepped out of his trunks, he felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. He had never done this before, but he couldn't wait to experience it with you. He took a step closer, his eyes fixed on your ass, and his hands reached out to grasp your hips. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, and whispered, "I wanna feel you so bad..." His body was tense with anticipation, and he slowly began to push himself closer, his tip brushing against your entrance.

“Come on Luffy let me show you how much I love my captain” you spread your pussy lips open as invitation. He took a deep breath, his face still flushed with embarrassment, and slowly began to push himself into you. As he entered, he let out a low groan, his body tensing up with pleasure. He felt a sense of wonder and excitement, as if he had never felt anything so good before. His hands tightened around your hips, pulling you closer as he began to move slowly, his body adjusting to the new sensation. "A-ah... I can feel it... I can feel how much you love me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. As he moved, he felt a sense of connection and intimacy with you, and he knew that their relationship had reached a new level. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, and whispered, "I love you too... so much..."

The sensation of him filling you up was intense, the painful pressure was mixing with the pleasure of him inside of you, you could barely moan out a response “I-i love you too captain” you knew how much he loved to be called that, especially by you.

Luffy's eyes sparkled with excitement as he heard you call him "captain", and he felt a surge of pride and pleasure. He began to move more slowly, trying to savor the sensation of being inside you, and his hands tightened around your hips, pulling you closer. "A-ah, say it again... say it again, please..." he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. As he moved, he felt a sense of ownership and possession, as if he had claimed you as his own. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, and whispered, "You're mine...my love... you're all mine..." His movements became more gentle, as if he was trying to make the sensation last forever, and he whispered, "I'll always protect you, I'll always love you..."

“Please captain, faster please” you preened, the feeling in your belly was so intense and you didn’t want it to end too early but you needed him to fuck you like there was nothing and no one else in the world but you. Luffy heard your plea, and he felt a surge of desire to fulfill your request. He began to move faster, his hips thrusting into you with a newfound intensity, and his hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place.

"A-ah, like this? Like this, Y/N?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with passion. As he moved, he felt himself getting lost in the sensation, his mind consumed by the thought of being inside you, of being the only one who could make you feel this way. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, and whispered, "I'll give you everything, I'll give you all of me... just for you..." His movements became more frenzied, his body pounding into yours, as if he was trying to merge their two bodies into one. The sound of the water, the sound of their heavy breathing, and the sound of their skin slapping together filled the air, creating a symphony of passion and desire.

The knot was so close to snapping, you reach down and play with your clit and push yourself over the edge. He felt a surge of pleasure at the sight of you bringing yourself to orgasm. He moved faster, his hips thrusting into you with a newfound intensity. As you moaned out his name, he felt a sense of pride and ownership, knowing that he was the one who had brought you to this point. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, and whispered, "I'm coming too,Y/N... I'm coming with you..." His body tensed up, and he let out a loud groan as he reached his own climax, his seed spilling into you as he held you tightly in place. The two of you remained there for a moment, frozen in time, as the waves of pleasure washed over you, and the sound of your heavy breathing filled the air. Finally, Luffy collapsed against you, his body spent, and his lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, "I love you, Y/N... I love you so much..."

The hot spring remained still, its warmth wrapping around you both like a gentle embrace as the quiet moment lingered. Your heart was still fluttering from the confession, but you managed to steady your breath and offer a playful smile.

“We better get going back to the Sunny,” you said with a soft laugh, tilting your head toward the direction of the jungle. “They might actually leave their captain and his girlfriend behind.”

The word “girlfriend” slipped out naturally, and you couldn’t help the small blush that followed. Luffy’s reaction, however, was as simple and heartwarming as ever. His signature kilowatt smile lit up his face, his eyes gleaming with unbridled joy.

“Yeah!” he said enthusiastically, nodding like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “But first, I’m hungry! Let’s get some food from Sanji!”

You laughed, shaking your head fondly as Luffy climbed out of the water, his movements as carefree as ever. He held out a hand to you, helping you out of the spring with surprising gentleness. As you both gathered your belongings and started making your way back through the jungle, Luffy kept your hand firmly in his, swinging it slightly as he led the way.

The journey back was filled with Luffy’s chatter, mostly about what he was planning to ask Sanji to cook and how much he was going to eat. Every now and then, he glanced back at you, his grin never wavering, and you couldn’t help but feel a warmth bloom in your chest.

By the time you emerged from the jungle, the sounds of the crew’s laughter and chatter reached your ears once again, and the sight of the Sunny docked in the distance brought a sense of home.

Luffy turned to you as you walked up the beach, his expression as bright as the sun overhead. “I’m glad we went,” he said simply, his voice filled with sincerity.

You squeezed his hand, smiling up at him. “Me too, Luffy.”