Not me actually being awake for one of your box openings 😭 my horrid sleep schedule hadn't cursed me today.
I'm terrible with request ideas so please feel free to yeet this if it's not good Coop, but could I please request a scenario (if hcs are easier with this don't hesitate to change this ♡) for Sanji or Zoro taking a bubble bath with their fem!s/o? Just being with each other in the warm bath, washing each other's hair or something? Maybe it can escalate into something...spicier? 👀
I hope this is okay, and thank you so much for your time and amazing work Coop! I'm always excited to see what you write ♡♡ and don't forget how incredible you are!
a/n: Emmmm always so happy to write for you!! Glad you were able to get a request in. 😋 Thanks for always being such a wonderful friend to me. Hope this turned out okay! x
featuring: Sanji, Zoro x F!Reader
warning: ns.fw, 18+ content, bathing together, sexual tension, fondling/groping, brief handjob, allusions to sex
TAKING A BATH TOGETHER
SANJI —
You instinctively sink further under the water as someone barges into the bathroom, readying to warn them of your presence, but you instead smile warmly upon seeing your boyfriend at the door with a towel draped over his shoulder.
“Oh! Sorry, darling, I didn’t realize you were —” he’s covering his eyes and stumbling backwards towards the door, making you laugh out loud.
“Don’t act as if you haven’t seen me naked before.”
A warm blush dusts along his cheeks, “Well, I still want to protect your privacy.”
Truthfully, seeing you naked still has a nearly fatal effect on him. The two of you have been intimate for months, and he knows every inch of your skin by heart now, but he still can’t control the dizzying adoration that makes his heart want to beat right out of his chest when he sees you bare, looking so unbearably perfect he still wonders if he’s stuck in a dream.
His hand is fumbling with the knob, lips trembling through hurried apologies, but there’s a pout evident in your voice when you call out to him, making him stop in his tracks, “Don’t leave, Sanji. Join me?”
How could he possibly ever say no to you?
You smile to yourself as he quickly discards his clothes then eases into the warm water, sighing heavily as he relaxes against the end of the tub opposite to you. You can tell he’s trying hard to be modest as he keeps to his space, careful to not invade into yours. Little does he know, the harder he tries to avoid the skin of your legs against his, has you longing all the more for his touch.
“This feels great.” He huffs, sinking further into the water and resting his head along the edge of the tub. Sanji looks undeniably attractive like this; knees above the water with legs spread wide, arms draped over the tub’s edges, head thrown back, neck vulnerable and bobbing to open air. You find yourself sneaking over to him, water gently sloshing around you as you slot yourself between his legs and plant a tender kiss against his Adam's apple, making his head jerk in response. His chin just barely misses a collision with your head.
“Sorry, honey,” you apologize, but he catches the mischievous twinkle in your eyes, “Could you help me wash up? I can’t reach my back.”
He swallows hard and nods, reaching for the loofa as you twist around, putting your bare back on full display for him unabashedly. There’s a shift in the water below that neither of you miss. He rubs the loofa in small circles starting at the top of your back, then slowly cascading down. You close your eyes, arching your back as he travels lower and lower, small sighs of pleasure puffing past your lips because his touch against you is electrifying, the tension in the stifling bathroom air making the both of you lightheaded. His touch starts gentle at first, innocent as he helps reach the parts of your back you’re unable to, but soon, the loofa is long forgotten, replaced by his hands smoothing along your waistline. Keeping his hands to himself when you’re in his presence is a battle he’s too often lost at, and the way you’re leaning into his caresses with soft hums of pleasure has him waving his white flag.
“You feel so nice,” He whispers against your wet hair, soapy hands coming up to cup your breasts. He takes a peak over your shoulder, struggling to contain himself at the sight of your tits covered in iridescent suds, fitting perfectly within his large hands. He squeezes lovingly, making you lean further into him. He places a few kisses along your neck, ignoring the pungent taste of soap that coats his tongue because he actually might die if he doesn’t put his lips on you.
You can feel his cock prodding at your backside, begging for a little attention from you. You’re eager to help him out, turning around and melting at the intense passion burning in the love cook’s eyes as he stares at you. You rise to climb into his lap and Sanji’s hands instinctively grip at your hips as you straddle him. There’s no doubt in his mind that you were created to fit within his embrace.
“You’re so beautiful,” he praises with sincerity, “I need you.”
“I’m all yours,” you smile as your lips crash against his.
The two of you always swear your intentions are innocent when offering to bathe together, but the two of you also can’t fight the impulses that seem to continuously have bath time leading into something much more sensual.
ZORO —
Trying to change someone you love in most cases is incredibly wrong, but when your boyfriend only bathes once a week, change is simply necessary. It’s taken quite some time, and a little bit of forced bathing, but the two of you have compromised on a bathing routine set for every other day. Zoro’s terms? You have to bathe with him.
And boy, does he love bath time now. He won’t admit it out loud, but he does get tired of crew members and a certain jealous cook always trying to steal your attention. He’s good about distracting himself with training or naps when you are preoccupied but you are his girlfriend, so surely it’s not a crime to want to spend time with you. He takes advantage of any private moment he can get with you, most especially bath time, which is ultimately a win for you, because that means he’s bathing much more regularly. He gets a little pouty on the days you bathe without him, but that’s a confession you won’t hear anytime soon either.
Zoro is the one to slot himself between your legs, his back flush against your soft chest despite being considerably broader than you. You can reach the spots he always misses, and after one too many comments from you on how he doesn’t bathe properly, he settles for letting you take care of him. You don’t mind of course as it’s rather amusing to have your burly swordsman of a boyfriend relaxed against you as you work the shampoo through his green locks and scrub at those hard to reach spots at the middle of his back. He takes plenty care of you, so it’s nice to return the favor.
And Zoro loves the way you take care of him. Your gentle fingers carding through his hair, tender hands dragging a warm rag along his skin. It’s so intimate, bathing with you, relaxing underneath your fingertips, letting go of the day’s stressors as the warm water and your loving caresses envelop him.
But you also enjoy witnessing this side of Zoro. Your otherwise stoic and stern boyfriend who’s near melting underneath your fingertips, humming contentedly to himself as you wash him, listening intently as you go on about your day — it’s truly a sight to behold. Being perhaps the only person to ever see Zoro so relaxed, so loving as he tries his hardest to be gentle when it’s his turn to wash you, sporting a bright blush when you sigh at his rugged fingertips at your scalp, or squeak when he helps wash your more intimate areas. There’s a tangible growth to the bond you two share when you get to enjoy moments like this, speaking a combined love language of quality time and acts of service that Zoro has become fluent in thanks to your relationship.
The two of you (mostly Zoro) can’t help but wonder why you hadn’t formed this habit earlier on. Especially as a private bath together proves beneficial for other things. Your hands traverse along his torso, washing along his chest. He feels your fingers teasingly scrape against his pert and sensitive nipples, making him shudder in the wake. A low growl reverberates in his chest when your hand creeps lower, pretending to meticulously wash at his V line.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, sweetheart.”
He feels you giggle behind him, breath hitching in his throat when you grab hold of his hardening cock. You feel it come to life in your hand as it throbs and the flushed red tip peeks just above the water. You pump him for good measure, his knuckles turning white as he’s now gripping at the lip of the tub. The comfort of the warm water seems to heighten his senses, making him extra sensitive to your every touch.
“I’m just helping you wash up,” you admit sweetly in his ear. He releases a guttural groan when you start fisting his cock. His hips can’t help but to buck into your touch; you’re simply too good for him.
Water crashes in waves against the tub, splashing onto the floor below as Zoro maneuvers the two of you until you’re on top of him. Now your back is pressed against his chest, legs spread open by his thighs pulling yours in opposite directions, leaving you vulnerable to his every touch. One hand reaches up to squeeze at your breast, the other trailing down to tease the heat between your thighs as he litters your shoulder with sharp kisses.
“Seems like you’re the one who needs help washing up. Let me help you with that.”
As Zoro gets the pleasure of a peaceful bath and having his way with you, he can’t help but be thankful for oversized crew members needing an oversized tub.
