i think law has the kinky freak bastard capacity but truthfully the first time you have sex he’s shaking the whole time. like. he’s trying so hard it kind of makes you go ☹️. the way he’s staring at you when he’s fingering you like,, he is so loverboy
♡ TAGS ; Femdom, Reader Implied to Have a Vagina, Feminization, Feminizing Language for Sanji (clit in place of dick, pussy in place of hole etc.) , Nipple Play, Lingerie / Cross-Dressing, Handjobs, Sanji-Centric Smut, Pegging Implication, No Major Spoilers, Post-Timeskip 18+
♡ WC ; 2.3k
♡ A/N ; my first op piece being sanji femdom for the sole reason i want to torture @foreveragape lmao. the influence of having a friend u love to torment fr.
happy pride to all bisexuals and freaky women i love you my people.
♡ SYNOPSIS ; Sanji surrenders himself so much easier when he's being your girl.
“You’re so pretty, sweetheart,” You murmur soft against the tender skin of his neck. “A real pretty pink under there, aren’t you?”
Sanji whines—deflated, something inside his ribcage is pushing gently pushed out. A soft, needy noise into the open air, his head leaning back against your shoulder. You watch his throat bob, musing a little at the contrast of what’s in front of you. A sharp jaw line lined with dark blonde and brown hairs. His jaw slightly gritted, furrowed brows. He rolls his hips up high and you push them back down gently, with your thumb pressed into his either side of his hip.
“Be a good girl and be patient,” You hum, ever gentle. “Just get nice and wet for me first, okay? I’ll tease your clit as much as you want, but you have to wait,”
He sobs a little into you, and you feel your heart flutter. You cup a hand under his jaw, petting it softly, staring down at his body from where your chin is perched on his shoulder. Sanji does slow for this. The restlessness that seems to agonize him settles at the way your fingers linger on his skin. The touch soothes him down to his base needs, even silent whines tamped down as he breathes in and out so carefully.
It stirs you to watch him fold like this. Your adoration for Sanji always reaches it’s peak when you touch him. Always giving, generous, serviceable—loyal like loved dogs are. With all the need to keep you safe like a hound and all the spoiled habits of a puppy.
You slide both hands underneath his arms and slide them all the way into the open buttons of his collared shit. His double-breasted jacket lies open with a thin dress shirt underneath, material fit for warmer weather. The light blue color makes the texture of of the lingerie every so slightly visible from under it.
The bralette you’ve chosen for Sanji is white. A sheer, ribbon-like material makes the square bralette, one without a plunge that shows off the flatness of his chest. Dotted with bows and lined with lace, as it hugs the bottom of Sanji’s pecs every so slightly. Sanji’s face is covered by his hands as you admire him with it on.
He’s filled out over the two years you were apart, at least for you to see it fill the unlined bralette ever so slightly. You slip your hands underneath the cups, palms gently running over his hardened nipples. He gasps quietly and a laugh bubbles out of you—somewhere between cruel and adoring. A sense of elation overwhelms you as you round your hands up and squeeze. There’s a slight weight, barely enough to fill your palms. Sanji shivers a little in your lap, keening.
“Flat chested girls are cute too. Such a pretty girl.” You offer, knowingly, delighted by Sanji’s immediate reaction. “Aren’t you?”
He can’t bring himself to say yes, but you can see it all the same. The way it washes over him from head to toe, that sense of euphoria that threatens to leave him completely boneless.
Sanji, by all accounts, is the best man you know. He’s good in all the ways that matter. Generous, considerate, and so believing in the superiority of every woman he knows. Your authority and Sanji’s service for you never feel at odds when you’re together. He alway takes good care of you, better than anyone man or woman. To be a man for Sanji has high expectations, and Sanji seeks to exceed every single one.
For all of his playful charm, deep down you know better that Sanji always believes himself a little unworthy. Even after everything, and all of this time. You’ve always had to talk him out of deifying you, but it all runs so deep in him. A belief in the holiness of you, and the burdensome belief of born sinc.
But the ways in which you are like God, is how you’re made in the image of mankind, selfish and primal. Each time you touch him you try to remind him of that—that your appetite comes from inside of you, Sanji turns away. Becomes bashful and disbelieving in the very idea that each offering at the altar is appreciated so wholly.
Letting Sanji be your girl is like tethering him back to Earthliness alongside you. A great equalizer that allows him to take as much as you can give. Step beyond himself to receive the affection he needs so desperately, that he soaks up like a sponge. It makes giving himself up something to bask in for just one moment.
Sanji warbles a little, his voice light. More airy than you usually get to hear it. Your fingers tease and toy with his nipples without constraint, crooning at him each time he lets his voice out for you.
“Does that feel good baby?”
“Yes.” Sanji replies simply, rutting his hips again ever so slightly. “Yes, feels so—“
You flick your thumb over them, feeling them harden further under your touch. Sanji is sensitive everywhere , but it took you some effort to make him feel it there. The reminder of his own efforts to please bring you inexplicable joy. You find yourself reaping your efforts often, regardless of what role you play for the evning.
When you touch them, something in Sanji unfolds itself in front of you like a love letter; an open invitation to take him further—into where you wish. A place you’ve primed for no reason other than wanting to make him feel as good as he can. His spine goes loose at even the slightest brush now, floating as his weight falls into your lap. Eyes shut close, breathing uneven. It overwhelms him, always, without any theatre.
But as your girl, it makes him dizzy. It makes him wet and needy. Makes him ache and shiver. This kind of desire acts like a kind of cradling for him, a haziness, an undeniable proof of what he isn’t and what he couldn’t possibly be. No necessity for anything other than to be your one and only girl, something he longs for in a way he could never voice.
“Lots of girls feel it here,” You say empathetically, rolling one softly with your thumb as his voice becomes louder and louder. Desire welling up inside of him, curling around his ribcage. “Don’t be so embarrassed,”
Sanji’s protest comes genuine, a sense of upset to his words and all too sincere. On the very edge of letting go but still on the precipice. Just needing one more push before he can embody what you expect from him. “I’m trying,”
Your laughter flows easily at his discontent. “That so? I’m sorry, baby. Should I help you?”
Sanji doesn’t say anything back to you, frowning a little in a way that endears you something awful. You pinch him lightly.
“Use your words, sweet girl.”
“Yes,” Sanji whines, so ashamed and so turned on that pre-cum leaks out onto his slacks. “I really don’t know what to do with myself,”
You recognize the honesty, putting it all to pause for a brief moment. You put your mouth next to his ear while still toying with his nipples, tongue caressing along the outer and inner. His whole body trembles, arousal suddenly spiking and spilling out of him—his loud moaning echoing. “Just let me have you, Sanji. Don’t think so hard. Just be good and listen to me. Can you do that?”
Sanji makes another face of conflict before finally yielding, his expression turning towards you desperately. You kiss him deeply then, opening the seam of his mouth with your tongue so you can kiss him like trying to swallow him whole. A kiss like the eucharist. Sanji moans slightly into your mouth when you do. You break apart from him, the tip of your nose brushing his.
“Good girl,”
Embarrassment soaks back into him, but it’s different now. A pleasant sort of shyness, cute and coquettish that makes you grin as he wrestles with it. So quickly, his whole body flushes a gorgeous color. A shade of pomelo, ripe with need. He goes pink to the tips of his ears, down the line of his shoulders, the slight bump of his chest.
“Let’s move this,” You say, pushing the bottom end of the bralette up just past his nipples until it sits folded, sliding both palms down his abdomen. “There you are,”
With his chest bare, you move your fingers carefully onto his belt. Undoing the zipper and buttons and pushing them down. Sanji lifts his hips for you with immediate obedience, helping you keep his slacks in place at the middle of his bare thighs.
He gasps at the sight of what lays beneath. Under the neat black fabric of his slacks is the sheer, lacy white of Sanji’s underwear. Boyshort panties with trimmed ruffles, sheer enough to see everything that’s barely hidden. It’s completely obscene in a way that makes both you and Sanji reel. You smile sweetly looking at. The rounded tip of Sanji’s cock spilling pre into the lace turning it almost transparent. Highlighting the shape of it, the length and size. Big and useless, standing completely straight. The tip of his cock is a shade of pink dark enough to look red. A furious color making him stick out even.
The tented material of his panties make it so there’s nowhere for him to hide.
From there you can see everything. The neatly trimmed hair over his cock, and the small happy trail on the smooth, pale expanse of his stomach. His length ulsating as he waits for more with such shallow breaths.
“Oh, baby,” You murmur lovingly. “You’re needy, huh? It’s throbbing. Haven’t even touched you.”
Sanji just nods, making you coo in sympathy. You creep your hands onto the inside of the stretched lace, still not touching his cock as you rest both palms on his pelvis, a hand on either side. You press your tits further into his back to get the proper angle. Wrapped around him completely with no room to run from your touc.
“You’re a good girl, baby.” You say lowly, placing your hands closer and closer to his cock. “How do good girls get what they need?”
Sanji fumbles, some part of him intrinsically knowing the answer, which makes him bashful beyond measure. “Using their…words,”
“So, what does my pretty girl need from me? What should I do with her?”
“Please touch me.” He begs with ease. You shake your head.”Please,”
“Touch you where?”
Red blooms all down his skin. You can tell the exact moment it occurs to him what you mean, a noise of uncertainty following the thought. Your shoulder shake with silent laughter as you watch him wrestle with it. Want always wins out in the end, both of his hands gripping into the bedsheets as he grits the word out with every last shred of his conscious.
“Please touch my clit,”
You moan, pleased. “Atta girl,”
The pitiful whine that leaves his mouth as soon as you touch his cock urges you into motion. Your poor baby. You circle your palm over the head of his cock, wetting it. Once, twice, three times—pressing your thumb tender into the slit. With your hand now soaked with pre-cum, you wrap a fist around the base of his shaft, holding it tight.
Sanji gasps, throwing his head back as his body shudders in your arms. A laugh crosses your lips at how loud he’s being. Your other hand squeezes his tits for him making Sanji melt.
You waste no time in bringing him close to the edge, delighting in the way he’s let himself go to the feeling. With your fist firm around the base of his cock, you move your hand in a slow, rhythmic motion. You let yourself linger at the tip, rubbing it around in the small circle of your close hand before bring it back down to stroke him. You can feel his cock twitch endlessly under your expert touch, moaning as he resists bucking himself into your first. Sanji hates ruining his own pleasure that way
His chest rises and falls, mouth fallen open as you watch him take each stroke. He moans incoherently, losing his voice somewhere inside of him as he grips onto the sheets and pants. So wanting for you always, the whole figure of his body wracking with oncoming pleasure.
His cock leaks a little on each stroke, pre-cum now a steady stream as you bring him closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh, oh, please, please, please,”
“You wanna cum, pretty girl? Gonna be good and cum for me?”
Sanji thrusts up into your hands involuntary, desperate as he nods. Muttering incoherently as he pulses, body gone completely taut with anticipation. His stomach tenses hard, and then in motion you watch everything in his body just begin to unwind.
Faster, the room fills with a wet, filthy noise. “Fuck. Yes, yes, yes,”
“Go on. Cum for me, sweet girl. Show me,”
With another few strokes Sanji spills into your hands. Your fingers go sticky with thick ropes of white cum, stroking feverishly even as Sanji keeps cumming. You squeeze every last drop of it out until he has to beg you instead to stop instead, which you finally do.
Sanji breathes heavily as he lays in your arms in the post-orgasm glow, trying to catch his breath as you kiss all over his neck and shoulders. His usual comes back to him after a beat, soft and worn, and oh-so utterly grateful it makes your core ache with desire.
“Thank you,” He says, voice smile.
You smile at him tenderly, nosing at his neck and jaw. “Of course sweet girl…but I didn’t say we were finished yet, did I?”
Sanji makes a garbled noise. “Sorry?”
You grin sharply.
“It’s alright, baby. I know. You need something to fill your pussy with right?” You say, cuddling into him, smiling gently as you see Sanji already starting to get hard again. “I’ve got you,”
If you write sanji feminization I will cook you a 5 course meal and hand deliver it to your house (I do not live in america I will walk across an ocean jesus style)
okay but if i call it his clit no one get mad bc im very serious abt how im gonna write this
sanji doesn’t fuck you until you pass out but he does make you cum until you pass out. he goes from mouth -> mouth and fingers -> wand vibrator. he’s very troubling because he is cooing at you the entire time. habitually talks you through it until you like can’t fight him anymore
and then when you’re out he fucks you while you’re sleepy / unconscious very very slow and gentle. he gives it to you harder when you wake as a reward and then you cum together
truthfully no other one piece man is more charmed by your gap moe than sanji - knowing you can be as rough as you want to be with him but can’t bear to look him in the eye when he worships you makes him coo so lovingly at your flushed face
zoro loves when you lash out to him because he knowssss he can give it to you back twice as worse and he also likes when you are hyper independent and wear yourself out so thin its easy for him to mold you however which way he wants to take care of you
the thing about being a devil fruit user who is with sanji means that he will always join you in the bath - says its to keep you safe should anything happen but its really so he can finger you when you are limp under the water
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do not send flirtatious or sexual asks to me the author (ie. do not send me porn). basic dni - MINORS, TERFS, ZIONISTS.
tags : fem!reader // reader has feelings for sanji but is in a fwb situation with law // takes place while law is aboard the sunny in between punk hazard and dressrosa // fingering // skypeian!reader // minors dni
law thinks the cook is an idiot.
it is so obvious to anyone that you have feelings for sanji. nothing you do hides it - you constantly seek him out, say his name just a tad gentler than with the others and even your small white wings flutter happily at the sight of him.
but the cook must be blind, oblivious or purposely ignoring the signs. and it is up to law to pick up the pieces.
your little arrangement goes like this. you pine for sanji, looking at him with clear longing in your eyes. the cook plays around, feeding into your adoration but when things get too real like the end of a play the curtains fall and you are left alone in the audience. it is hard on you - he can always tell when you’ve hit the roadblock with sanji. you come to him always and often with glassy eyes and a strained smile. law doesn’t mind, the sea is vast and it can be lonely when one has needs. it just so happens law also has his needs.
the two of you can be lonely together.
you come to him, a bit past midnight. law’s shift for night duty has come to an end and he finds you there in his small room that used to be some sort of storage unit before. you are in his bed curled up in skimpy pajamas. he knows what to do after all this time. you like your rules and he follows then with acute precision, letting his hands encompass the soft skin of your thighs and he starts to work you up.
tattooed fingers massage at your skin and you whine softly - your glassy eyes blinking at how his touches grow more and more demanding.
“law,” you sniffle, “please.” you beg and he seems to remain nonplused but you know the truth. you can see a bit of pink at his ears under his cap at how you sound whining his name.
“shh, don’t rush me - i’m barely starting.” he sighs, lip twitching in amusement at your huffing. you let him continue touching you his hand grazing and squeezing at the soft, sensitive parts of your body. law’s hands settle at your chest, feeling the weight of your breasts in his palms as he watches with your nipples harden through your thin sleep shirt.
“i’ll never forget how sensitive these are.” he mutters letting his thumbs slide over their hard peaks, biting down on his lip at how you hips twitch at the slightest touch. you are making thin little sounds and your wings flutter sporadically as law grows more confident over you.
“law please - just fuck me please -“ your whines are breathless, eyes closing at how he keeps teasing you with flicks of your nipples until you whine out. that earns you a hand over your mouth and warning look.
you pout. he cracks.
his steely gaze softens and he leaves your breasts alone with a longing look before he lets his fingers hook at the crotch and pulls them aside. he knows you aren’t wearing underwear - you never do before bed but the sight of your pretty pussy still leaves him breathless. law didn’t think he was the type of man to find a part of another person’s body beautiful but you prove him wrong.
he moves without much thinking - draw to the soft petals of your cunt that he touches with revered softness. law wonders if you know that you are the only thing he handles to delicately. you are already wet he notes, your slick clings onto his tan skin. a part of him wants it to stay forever but he knows it will be washed away come morning.
one finger slides in and you gasp. he slide another when he feels your hips move on their own. you plead for one more and he gives in - something about you always makes him give in. D - E - A are fit snuggly inside you, massaging the sensitive insides of your pussy until you are leaking down the strong lines of his palm. law’s face is close to yours, focused on how prettily you wear your lust on your face.
slow blinking and eyes glassy from his thorough attention he finds you most beautiful at the precipice of your pleasure. you always look like its too much, like your pretty bones will break under his touch. sometimes when you cum and you cry out like right now - every part of you trembling and twitching under him, law finds he wants to break you.
he’ll just piece you back together again. and again until you never want to leave from under his touch. you let out a broke sob and thats how he knows you are done, sliding his fingers from your pulsing cunt is hard but it sends a shiver down his spine watching your cum clings into his digits.
law goes to check on you, resting his cool and unused hand against your cheek. you melt into his touch shivering as you look at him with flushed cheeks. you pull him into your orbit - he wonders if you even know that. you nudge his nose with yours and mutter a candied “thank you” into the heated shared air between the two you.
his mouth feels dry, like you took all the air from his lungs and replaced it with you. your lips brushed past his and its so hard not kiss you - but he knows your rules and fights the urge as strongly as he can.
“want to go to bed?” you nod. pleading with your eyes he can see the unsaid question swimming in them. ‘can i stay the night here, with you?’ his answer is how he brings the blanket over you both and you close your eyes, wrapped in him. from the blanket to his scent here in the cover of night in the gentle swaying of sea you are with him.
tags : fem!reader // strawhat!reader // established relationship // kissing // mutual masturbation // fem!dom // praise // breast worship // 4 .2k // let me know if i forgot something!
summary : sanji has a favorite pin up magazine that he has had since you were all separated. what happens when he finds out all this time, it’s your body in the magazine ?
Sanji owns a variety of pin up magazines, and in his mind it’s perfectly normal to own them. He’s a healthy young man in his prime. They are all in his locker in the kitchen - and usually end up tucked into his jacket at the end of dinner to take into his room. If anyone were to ask what his favorite one was, Sanji would deny that he even has one ; stating that a gentlemen never compares one lady to another in such a manner. But the truth was, that Sanji did have a favorite magazine.
It’s an older one by now, one he got at the beginning of the 2 years everyone spent apart. It was just a freebie 3 page magazine that came with what he usually gets by mail. Simple shoots of a faceless woman in some sort of sensual bath. In comparison it wasn’t as raunchy as other pieces in his amassed collection. More intimate, tasteful - enticing. Her curves where highlighted by the sheen the bubbly water, her ass decorated by some foam and dried petals they threw into the bath.
Sanji’s personal favorite shot is the biggest and the main part of the spread of page two. The shot featured the woman’s breasts, framed with locks of her hair dark from the water. Something about them struck a cord deep in him and Sanji swears they are the most perfect pair of tits he’s ever seen. He likes the shape of them, how they sit prettily on the woman’s chest and how they look like they would rest comfortably in his palms. The soap studs cling to the skin, seen dripping down the curve of her breast as her hard nipples are stark against the white tile of the bathroom. He can even see a cute little mole under the woman’s right breast and there is some shame deep in his belly that it’s what gets him the most about it all.
What’s even more shameful is how wrinkled the magazine is - victim to his greedy hands from grabbing, folding and gripping the thin paper night after night to please him to the sight of the prettiest tits he’s ever seen in his life. It was his routine, after so long of doing it he bets he could easily slip his hand into the cold darkness of his locker and find this damn magazine with touch alone.
Even when in the depths of his infatuation of you he shamefully often used the magazine to imagine you with him. In the tub, together naked and slick from the warm bathwater kissing and touching. He’s imagined your skin soft like silk. He’s imagined the warmth of your mouth like stepping into the sun.
Sanji has imagined many things about you and he finds that you exceed every comparison he has ever made.
Every sort of compliment and flattery he has uttered falls just a little short of the mark - nothing can truly encapsulate all that you are. You are soft and warm in the way you smile at him from across the dinner table even when everyone else is laughing and joking. You are soft and warm in the way you always appear in the doorway right when he has just finished wiping down the kitchen to head to bed together, with your hand in his leading the way.
Sanji has always dreamt about the love that you to share - but at night even when you drift off into your sleep with him next to you in bed his dreams turn shameful with the scent of rosewater and your wet hair sticking to the skin of your bare shoulders and chest. By day or night Sanji dreams of you, even the things you have not yet shared with him. While you both rest and rise from the same bed neither of you have gone past kissing or grinding (mostly lead by you after some wine at one of the parties your captain demands rather than plans).
He doesn’t want to rush this is what he tells you - with a bit of pink to his cheeks and his eyes downcast so unlike the put together gentleman Sanji likes to present in most cases. It’s touching, how much he treasures you, enough so he goes to bed with a hard on and smelling strongly of cigarettes some nights. You don’t mind going at his pace, you had told him once. That’s so typical of you, kind and understanding of him always.
But fate doesn’t match you in its kindness or understanding as it often fails to do so. And all what Sanji had meticulously cultivated is thrown directly into his face - like a joke.
Sanji has had an idea in his head of what sex will look like - when you both get to that point. Candles and roses, with delicate clothing and gently touching. That’s when he wanted it to be the first time he dare see your bare flesh. Paired with careful planning and sweet wine ; the kind that you like. That’s what you deserve, you are a lady meant to courted and pleased however you pleased.
Instead, it happens like this.
Dinner is ready and everyone is there but you. It’s unusual but sometimes you like to eat alone so Sanji takes a plate to your room, holding it carefully on his palm already planning what sort of parading trick he will do to present his cooking to you. The door gives and he opens his lips to call out to you, some sort of pet name on his tongue only for it to turn to ash on his lips at the sight of you.
Sanji drops your dinner.
You are there - frozen and…naked. Surprised, flushed and skin dewy from your shower. The room smells of your heady sweet scent of vanilla and buttercream and Sanji can feel the blood dripping down his lip the longer he stares. The lamp in the room makes your skin glow, he can see the hardness of your nipples and he banishes the fleeting thought of what they would feel like warmed by his tongue. The tray and its varying accompanying dish wear are suspended in the air courtesy of your devil fruit ability and you call out of his name.
“Sanji, thank you for dinner but could you - close the door please?” You ask, hurriedly wrapping the towel you had previously left on the bed around your body with your back exposed to your boyfriend long enough for him to have a nice look at your ass. You don’t get any sort of response but you do hear the door shut behind you and the sound of his black shoes running up the hall and away.
Shaking your head you can’t help but let out a small laugh at your situation as you set the still floating dinner down on your night stand to enjoy once you are settled. You peer down at the meal and hum in sheer adoration at how lovely it looks despite it having a tumble earlier. Medium rare steak with asparagus over the squash he had originally prepared. Carefully with the steak knife you cut into the still steaming and tender meat, sighing in pleasure at the flavor of the meal. Your internal praise for your partner’s meal makes you think of him - his kindness and the scent of cigarette smoke. You even remember the flush on his face you bite your lip, and a certain plan begins to turn in your mind.
Another type of appepitate wishes to be wetted.
Sanji returns to the meal with everyone else with an ever present look of pink hued wonder. Any attempt at bringing him into a conversation is met with a hum or a half-hearted “huh?”. Even any digs made by Zoro does nothing, rolling like water off a duck’s back. Dinner is a quick affair with everyone petering out casting a bewildered look towards Sanji has the blonde cook starts on the dishes seemingly on auto pilot. It isn’t until much later when Sanji has finished with cleaning up the kitchen that does he realizes he isn’t alone.
“You’re eager to get to bed.” You call out softly, padding through the kitchen floor with your polished off plate in hand. Your voice makes him jump, almost losing his footing as he turns to face you - face bright pink just like it was before. The look on his face makes you giggle (shaky surprise and wanting all over it) and you even tilt your head in amusement when you catch him not meeting your gaze. Making your way to him you stop until there is just a bit of space between you two and you smile at him - the ones that you usually do to get your way with him. Sweet and beguiling with a bit of batting your eyelashes, it works every time on him even when he is trying not to look in the first place.
“Do you mind washing this for me Sanji? It seems I came back just a little too late.” You finish your request with a sublte pout, leaning into his space just the tiniest bit. He crumbles, lips pressed flat against each other as he nods his head at your request. Sanji still hadn’t pulled down the sleeves of his button up so it’s easy for him to turn around and turn on the water to begin washing the plate and easy for you to ogle the shiny sheen of his toned forearms as he does. It isn’t unusual for you to hang around in the kitchen - when it’s just the two of you like this. It’s been your routine on the nights you take dinner alone, you usually sit peacefully at the table or the bar with some sort of tea sometimes playing your flute for him if you are feeling homesick.
But you don’t go to the table or to the bar as the water turns warm and Sanji isn’t as focused on having a perfectly polished plate as he usually is when he feels something press against his back. Warm and sweet smelling with a certain softness at his lower back that can only be one thing. Your arms go around his waist, thumbs rubbing softly at where the lines of his stomach go down to where his belt begins.
Fate favors the bold.
“You’re awfully quiet tonight Sanji.” His posture straightens as he shivers from the warmth of your breath dancing over his neck and from where you can see, you catch his ears steaming. Sanji clears his throat and you can hear the plate being put on the drying rack but he doesn’t move from your grasp.
If anything you feel the strong muscles of his back twitch, and his want is easy to see - he wants to slip further into your embrace. You don’t need your haki to hear the desire in his heart. It’s hammering beat can felt through the clothed ridges of his back, chest and shoulders so you decide for him.
You love Sanji’s romantic sentiments - you really do but sometimes he is too far away in his fantasies and can’t see the reality in front of him. It’s good that he has you, you ponder smiling and letting your hands caress at what is under his belt and let your lips blow warm air at his neck.
His reaction is immediately blushing with enough heat to light a fire to last generations and jumping at your slight touch. He whispers your name with flushed cheeks and a bit of red dripping out his nose at the intimate way you handle him.
But he doesn’t stop you. Nor does he move from your embrace at all. If anything he presses back against you, enough that when you push your knee in between his legs he lets them fall away, to make room for you to take what you please.
“You’re so cute Sanji.” you coo, rising on your toes to press your lips to the spot on his neck he likes. You had found that on accident when you two shared a passionate exchange in a corner of the base on Onigashima. Something in this passionate man’s heart trembles beneath you and he can’t help but try and fail to stifle the whimper that breaks from him as pleasure begins to spark up from his neck down to his belly from your wandering hands.
“Mon angel….please…”, He whimpers, turning to look back at you with flushed cheeks and dewy eyes. You can’t stop smiling, so much so your cheeks ache with it. Even that is pleasurable, with his mask of chivalry cracking under your teasing touch. Your hands never stop giving him fleeting soft touches, slipping the tips of your fingers up his shirt to caresses his sensitive skin. You feel him tremble, but he doesn’t move taking and enduring the torture of your touch. As your hands sneak around you find something, crumpled into his back pocket. Interest peaked you take what caught your eye and stifle your laugh with your hand.
“My love what is it -“ He begins to ask, turning only go from red to pale when he sees what is in your hand. It was his pin up magazine, opened to biggest spread printed on the paper. He tries to speak, only for his jaw to move up and down like a puppet. He tries to move but finds himself frozen in place. All he can hear is your soft, melodious laughter as you close the paperback shut.
“I have no idea you were a fan of my work Sanji.” You say, rolling it up and sneaking it back into his pocket with a tap.
You have no idea that with a simple sentence you have shattered his world. Up is down, down is up and the seas are of fire and the sky rains blood.
“That’s,” Sanji begins and swallows sand, “you?”
You smile and ruin him with a single word.
“Yes.”
The world for Sanji goes black and he can taste copper before even that is lost.
When he awakens from the black sea of unconsciousness Sanji already knows where he is. In your shared, low lit and lavender scented room where he desperately wants to sink into the pillows in embarrassment as the memories of the night come flooding back to him. Sanji’s hand comes to cover his eyes, groaning in despair at his own antics. The persona he crafted for you, a smooth talking charming and chivalrous gentlemen broken at his nose-bleeding fainting.
You more than likely find him pathetic rather than romantic.
There is a weight on the bed, and it snaps him from his thoughts to look at you ; dressed in a white nightgown with your hair down, loose around your chest. While Sanji is tucked under the covers, still in his day clothes you sit on-top of them looking at him with a concerned-amusement.
“How are you doing love? You took quite the fall.” The question is asked with a hand in his hair, petting the wheat colored strands softly. Sanji makes it a point to avoid your gaze, face pink as it tends to be around you and answers your question with a strained voice.
“I’m fine mon angel. I’m sorry if I worried you.” He tells you and he feels himself retreat further into the covers as you lean in.
“I’m glad you are alright, though I do wish you’d look at me properly.” You say, letting your hand go from the top of his head to his chin and gently leading his gaze to your smiling face. Thumb rubbing against his goatee, you tilt your head. “I think we are due for quite the conversation - don’t you think?”
Sanji listens to you - swears that he does and nods but it’s not obvious where his eyes are looking. They are pinned to your breasts, full and supple in the comfortably low cut nightgown you are wearing. You are gifted in noticing others, and you have made it quite the habit to notice everything about Sanji.
“Why are you looking at them so desperately? You’ve seem them plenty of times before - right Sanji?” The words you say are only meant to tease but that seem to have the opposite effect on your boyfriend as he snaps to look at you directly.
“That’s not the same - it’s one thing to look at them in a pictures but to know perfection was right in front of me the whole time is another thing entirely!” He states proudly, like an expert in these matters and you can’t help but play with the tidbit he let you know.
“Perfection? My, I didn’t think you thought of them so highly.” You tease, not even trying to hide the delight on your face as his turns red when faced with the things that leave his mouth before Sanji can think them through. You hear him clear his throat and in an attempt to stay focused he tears his gaze away from and looking at the ceiling above you. In turn, you lounge on your side pushing your hair away so everything gentle curve from your neck and chest is exposed.
You can see his throat bob and you smile cheekily - it’s so thrilling, seeing a plan fall perfectly in place. Sanji asks you the question on his mind after a beat of silence.
“So, when did you…have those pictures taken?”
“It was during our two years apart - I had landed on a sky island that got their hands on snail cameras,” You hummed twirling a piece of hair around your finger as you recalled your own adventures. The person who had rescued you was a woman artist obsessed with photography and was trying to make some sort of art movement out of it. You had agreed to the type of shoot without issue - you could understand the artistic perspective behind nudity and erotica. It didn’t help that she offered you payment for it as well.
You tell him as such, being nonchalant about it and being oblivious to the starstruck look on Sanji’s face.
“Are there,” he swallows, “any others?”
“No there are not.” You answered with a smile and shake of your head. It was a very experiment shoot, you tell him. Your artist friend only had so many supplies and so little film from constant doing other projects. Those three, faceless pictures were all that there was and ever been for you in the world of pin up magazines. Sanji’s face can’t help but fall at your explanation, clearly torn between being happy that there won’t be new pictures for others to see but sad that he won’t get them for himself.
His disappointment is obvious you can’t help but laugh. You can’t help but tease when he gives you such pitiful pouts.
“You look so sad for having the real thing in front of you.” Pinching his cheek you say, eyes set on how his pout melts away and you find yourself faced with the softest eyes he’s ever made at you. His throat boobs and Sanji’s eyes flicker between you and your soft breasts that glisten in the lowlight of your lamp. There is a beat of silence and in it his determination is born as you watch him amusedly, steel himself. Sanji says your name, voice steady and heavy with many emotions all of which you are then happy to help him navigate.
“Yes dearest.”
“I’m still not ready to go all the way.” His eyes go downcast and you feel his much larger palm engulf yours. Squeezing it, your nod letting your thumb rub his knuckles. “And that’s alright Sanji, I’m sorry for pushing you too far.”
“You didn’t do that,” he shakes his head like you have told him something he would never believe in a thousand years, “You are a lady, and the most important one in my life. I want...”
Sanji pauses, and the grip on your hand tightens. His shoulders shake as he continues. Sanji smiles wistfully, like he already knows what your bedding will look like in his mind’s eye.
“I want it to be perfect for you, it’s what you deserve. But I think I am ready to,” turning to look at you he takes you in. Laying there like something in white and lathered in golden-orange light. You lean in and he does too. Close enough that he shivers at your breath on his skin. Sanji can’t give you everything, not yet but he can compromise and give you a little pleasure before everything is perfect. “To start somewhere.”
You smile and he can see a flush settling in on your face.
“Like a taste before the meal.” You tease, smiling with a bit of your bottom lip on teeth. He nods, eyes drifting down to take in more of you. Sanji can’t help it, you look beautiful when you get your way. It’s why he can’t help but spoil you. He goes to sit up but you push him down with a hand on his chest. Back hitting the bed, his confusion on his makes something in your stomach flutter and the way it melts in pure wanting makes everything all the sweeter.
“I saw how worn down that little magazine of yours was Sanji,” you coo as you bring your fingers to the hem of your neckline. “I want you to show me exactly what you do when you are looking at it. Okay?”
Sanji swallows.
He needs a fucking cigarette.
Reaching down, you wipe his nose from the few dots of red leaking down his nose. “Let’s do our best to keep that under control, okay Sanji?”
He nods and when your hand that snaked into his hair pulls he gives you a simpering ‘yes my angel.’ His hand touches his hard on and Sanji jumps under your grasp. You don’t hesitate to make it harder for him to stay sane, pressing his head to your chest, shivering when his facial hair rubs against your skin. He plants kiss after kiss, all around your aureolas on each breast in an apology but all it does it make you whine.
Sanji has to squeeze the base of his cock at the sound, just to stay in this dream a little longer. You take control of his head, holding tightly by his soft strands of hair as you gasp his name.
“I didn’t say you could tease me,” you mutter, angling and pressing your left nipple to his lips, “Make me feel good Sanji. Please?”
He really, really needs that cigarette.
Sanji nods, his hand now a fist around his leaking cock as his presses a small kiss to your hard nipple. With all his willpower he can keep his eye wide and open - to see how your lips fall open, slack with pleasure as you moan when his tongue laves over your most sensitive spot. He licks once then twice more, closing his eyes and humming as he sucks to just to make you sob a little. Sanji doesn’t stop, all too familiar with where to hold, where to caress and where to squeeze.
He is so hard it hurts, strong thighs corded with muscle trembling with the way you are whimpering his name as he moves between breasts. You can hear the wet sound of his cock being stroked from under the blankets .It makes your nails dig into his shoulders, where you grip him properly as you tremble from having your sensitive nipples sucked on. Sanji laves your nipple, now flushed and hard to break away and ask -
“My angle, my love - I can’t,” He hisses as his hips pick up their own pace from his hand. You shush, pressing his head back to your chest and sneak your own hand under the sheets. Your smaller, daintier hand wraps around the wet head of his cock and you can’t help but gasp. Breaking into goosebumps and holding him close like that, you whisper into his ear to be good, to finish for you from worshipping your breasts like a good boy.
Your praise, your closeness and your touch - all it is too much for both you and him.
You feel warmth spread across your palm and Sanji going limp in your hold. Kiss after kiss is pressed to your boyfriend’s cheek and you laugh a little hearing him murmur about dying and ascending into heaven. He lays back with his arms wrapping around you, pulling you down until you are laying in the bed with the covers and his arms around you.
“Do you plan to head to bed without changing?” you murmur, nuzzling your way under his chin and closing your eyes. Sanji kisses your forehead, voice just as soft saying he’ll change once you are asleep. You don’t fight him, merely humming away as you settle. With one last kiss, a candied affection pressed onto your sleeping face - Sanji promises that next time, he will have you entirely and perfectly.
specifically think he likes eating it from the back first cause he likes be face first in your ass and THEN he pushes you into prone with his hand on ur lower back
tags : first kisses / gn!reader / strawhat!reader!
summary : luffy finds you reading a romance novel. he always hears about kissing and love. he wants to know about it. can you tell him ?
You were having a very peaceful day upon the Thousand Sunny. It was uneventful which was uncommon for your chaotic crew but you would take it anyways. You’ve always been this type of person - wallflower you may have been called but you just like to consider yourself more introverted than most. You are in your room, swaying gently in your hammock with the sea, the romance novel you’ve been polishing off in hand. All is good, all is well, all is content -
The door to your room is ripped open and you feel something smack into you until the world spins as you flop onto your back. A curse beings on your tongue only to be silenced by the all too familiar sound of your captain’s laugh. You turn around, finding him laid up in your hammock, leaning down to look at you. He has the decency to look sheepish but he clearly can’t help but find it funny.
“You can laugh but only for thirty seconds.” You sigh, getting up and dusting yourself off. You hear him snicker out an apology but you roll your eyes.
“What were you even trying to do? If you wanted to lay it in you could have asked.”
“I thought I could just jump into it.”
“Has that ever even worked before Luffy?” You raise an eyebrow.
He scrunches his face in thought. “Well I never done it before.”
You can’t help but laugh. The kind that makes your eyes screw shut at how incredulously absurd your life is. A pirate, the kind with a bounty, getting thrown out your hammock by your captain who just thought he could jump into it. In your merry, you don’t see how Luffy changes his position. From merely lying there to leaning forward, hand holding up his tanned and scarred cheek. Eyes bright and soft all at once as he sees just how far your smile spreads across your face.
“So what were you doing all day?” Your laughter simpers away and you lean in. The sunlight from your window catches your eyes.
“I was just doing some reading mostly.” Luffy makes a noise, like the hum you make when thinking.
“What were you reading?” You snort, tilting your head and smiling cheekily. He feels warm, and he chalks it up to the sun.
“You are very curious today captain.” You tease, reaching over him where your novel lay wrapped up in the hammock. You show him the cover - a couple in an embrace, their heads tucked against each other in a kiss.
“Just an old romance Robin had uncovered in a town we stopped by. She liked it enough to lend it to me.” With an outstretched hand out, you place it in his palm with gentleness you rarely see with Luffy he examines it closely. he takes in the worn black cover, with its fibers starting to fray. His fingers trace the art in front carefully his eyes focused on the couples embrace.
“Romance? So are they going to kiss in the story like in here?”he points to the cover and when you nod your head to confirm - it doesn’t exactly satisfy your captain’s curiosity it seems.
Luffy calls your name. You hum back.
“What’s it like to kiss someone?”
You freeze. You don’t know if your body was to go pale from shock or red from being asked just a question and by your own captain no less. Luffy is still looking over the book, opening and flipping through the pages but being careful around your bookmark that was still tuck in between the pages you haven’t gotten through yet.
“What on earth makes you ask that Luffy?” asking through your fluster you look off ways. Despite your ravenous appetite for any romance novel, comic or play talking about such things always made you flushed in the face.
“It just seems like something people like. It happens in this book right? And Sanji always talk about that sort of stuff -“
“Well, maybe you should go ask him about this sort of stuff.” You cut him off, crossing your arms and turning to the side fully. The more this conversation draws on the more embarrassed you’re getting. You really hope he catches onto your bait but of course he doesn’t.
“What no way ! He’s going to get weird and crazy about it. And I can’t ask Nami about it either - I think she’d just yell at me again.” Luffy deflates right in front of you at the thought and something like pity settles in your stomach. You run through the list of people Luffy could ask to get out of this mortifying conversation but unfortunately most of your crew isn’t up to the task. You doubt the likes of Usopp or Zoro would know what it’s like to be kissed. Chopper is too young. Luffy is right about Nami’s wrath and Sanji’s tendencies. You throw Franky and Brook on the pervert’s list along the cook. You doubt Luffy wants to ask Robin or Jimbe such a question either.
Sighing you concede, deflating yourself as you prepare to answer your captain’s question. Gesturing him to make room for you on the hammock, he scoots and you are laying right next to Luffy with your leg pressing to his knee.
“Look, I’ll answer your question but just. Don’t like, look at me. Okay?’
Your captain nods, and lays flat on his back to stare at the ceiling.
“So…what exactly do you want to know about kissing?” He hums at your question and its dreadful waiting for these handful of seconds to pass so this conversation can pass.
“Well what does it feel like?”
“Um…it feels nice. Good even - with the right person.” You begin as you recall every good and bad kiss you’ve had in your life. The one in grade school when your sandbox crush somehow missed your lips and you really just bumped heads. And the one kiss where you got to try seven minutes in heaven for the first time at a party when you were old enough that was more tongue on your chin than anything. As recount these childish memories to Luffy, they are a lot less embarrassing than you thought of them. Your captain can’t help but giggle and to be honest, neither could you.
Your shoulder presses against his. You don’t notice.
“Well these don’t sound like they were good,” He sighs even whining your name - just demanding to hear more of your stories. You roll your eyes but you can’t say you are annoyed. It’s fun, just talking to him so you give in with a distant smile as you recount what you consider your first kiss with your first love.
They were a kind person. Popular too but thats what is expected when you have the qualities of a great leader like that. You weren’t the only one who had a crush on them but for some reason they picked you. You had shared a kiss in a stairwell somewhere in town. You and them pressed into the corner where no could see. You remember their smooth lips, and their gentle touch. Everything about that moment felt like something out of a storybook.
Luffy listened carefully, eyes set on the warmth in your cheeks and the faraway look in your gaze. Something lurches in his stomach, a bubbling irritation that makes him go his side to press his whole being into your body. His warm skin brings you back to the present and you turn only to find him much, much closer than ever before. You know you should tell him to back up, tease him into you giving you space.
But you don’t want to.
Not when you see the clear, shining want in his gaze. When you can see the pink in the tan of his cheeks, or the brown in his dark hair under the streaming light. Luffy has always been bright and warm, the thing you always look to when in dark times but even here in doused in sunlight you find that you only want to look at him. You see him pull closer, you don’t pull away not even when his long eyelashes faintly tickle your cheeks. His lips are only a breath’s away from yours when he asks,
“Can I kiss you?” You blink slowly, caught in a daze. You don’t know if this is reality or a mirage from the summer’s heat. Nodding your eyes flicker close and you give in.
There is no bumping of heads nor licking of the chin and you are not tucked into a corner of the world to be hidden away. You are here, in your comfortable room on the open sea kissing your captain who turns out to be a much better kisser than you ever were. It wounds your pride a little but your complaints are forgotten when he pulls away to press another kiss to your parted lips. And another, and another until you have to push him off to breathe.
“S-stop Luffy wait ! I need to catch my breath!” You gasp, hands on head, pushing and pressing his hat to his head. He stills but doesn’t move away from you but does his best to peek at you from behind his hat.
All that you see is a bit of his flushed cheek and a single wide eye.
“Does that mean I can keep kissing you when you are done?”
You laugh, breathlessly so caught between lovestruck and lightheaded.
“Yes,” you say smiling brightly feeling like you are in a romantic storybook, “you can.”
Luffy grins and you flush from being caught between two suns.
tags: established relationship // fem!reader // skypeian reader // fem dom // choking // misuse of devil fruit powers // strawhat!reader // boot humping //sub!sanji // let me know if i missed something !
summary : sanji can tell you’ve been holding something back. at his request you show him just how it is you want to play.
You’ve been keeping something from Sanji. He’s noticed it - a certain conflict that appears in your lovely eyes whenever you take a pause from kissing him. Or when you just look at him so longingly when you are on top of him, running your hands over his chest like there is a craving that you can’t quite satisfy. It’s been driving him nuts, enough so after a few weeks of seeing the same fleeting look of wanting in your gaze, he swallows his pride and brings you his question just like he does with your food.
He pops it while you two have the ship to yourselves, in the lovely lounge of the Thousand Sunny with the enormous fish tank as your backdrop. Settling down your drink he had prepared as he finished prepping for dinner. The steam for your earl grey tea wafts in front of your face with a gentle caress of bergamot and it almost is painful to see how the peaceful smile on your face turns into a concerned frown when he begins to breach the topic.
“My angel - I’ve noticed that you haven’t been looking very satisfied as late, is there something that has been not been to your liking?”, he pauses to look at your gaze - now concerned with furrow browed and chooses his words carefully. “Is there something that I have been lacking in?”
The word sit heavy on his tongue and there is a stone in his stomach that sinks when you say nothing for a beat. Sanji steels himself, ready to hear about how he isn’t enough, what he does isn’t enough and everything stops when he feels your hand in his hair.
“Oh Sanji,” you coo smiling at him with something warm in your eyes, “You’re doing more than enough for me - I’m sorry I shouldn’t have made you worry.” You reassure voice just as soft as your fingers running through his hair, scratching at his scalp in just the right way he likes. Sanji feels his worries melt away at the gentleness of your touch and the cashmere softness of your reassurances.
“Something has been on my mind, but I’ve mostly been contemplating on how to breach it to you.” You tell him, scratching at his head until he finds himself leaning do far deep into your touch that his cheek rests on your lap.
“What….exactly….has been on your mind my darling?” You hear him ask, voice muffled from his mouth being smothered by your thighs. Laughing your smile down at him, eyes gentle with a glimmer of something sharp at the edges.
“Mm…Sanji,” he hums, “how would you feel about playing a game with me?”A shiver goes down his spine at the change in your tone - from quiet and long to laced with something dancing at the edge of danger. A flush grows along his cheeks when he remembers what happened last time you had offered a game with the same sultry tone. Sanji trembles with sparked interest and it takes a lot more willpower than he’s willing to admit to hold back his nosebleed as he recalls the ache in his pants and the sheer white lingerie you wore for him.
He sits up right, lone dark eye wide with anticipation with his hair messy from your scratching. You can’t help but giggle adoringly, likening him to a puppy that heard its favorite word in the moment. It colors your tone as you speak to him next, grabbing his face by the chin to fondly rub your thumb across his goatee.
“Kneel for me, Sanji.”
He swallows. Sweat goes down his check and down his jaw as nerves are set ablaze in his stomach.
Your words are heavy, like you’ve laced them with the color of the conqueror with how they command him to the floor - on his knees and face level to your chest. He tries to keep his gaze on your face but it’s difficult with your chest so close to him now. The blush worsens, turning from pink to red as Sanji’s eyes can’t seem to decide where they want to look. Your cheeks ache from smiling so much as you coo, leaning over making the low cut of your top expose more of your skin.
“Good boy Sanji. I’m very lucky to have such a sweet puppy like you.” You coo with pride, taking in how a few words of praise and a pet name bring him to heel. It makes you dizzy, the rush of having this passionate and powerful man at your beck and call like this. Enough so that you can’t help but press your foot into the seam of his suit pants - right on his crotch. You hear his sharp intake of breath and giggle behind your hand. That’s Sanji favorite way to cop out of letting you hear his whines when something feels too good.
“What - is the game you wanted to play?” Sanji asks, wetting his lips and letting his eyes settle on your chest unabashedly knowing where your foot currently rests. You tilt your head and smile so sweetly at him as your hand presses into the hard panels of his chest to rise along the dark fabric of his tie, and the stripes of his neatly pressed shirt until your fingers wrap around the base of his neck. You can feel the bobbing of his adam’s apple above your palm. Sanji wonders if you know just how sinful you look right now.
A flush to your cheeks, your eyes lidded and your bottom lip caught in between your teeth. Your gaze flickers between the palm on his neck and his face, Sanji has never more felt like prey before in this moment when after a beat - you squeeze. Not enough to cut his breath but to make the room spin and for his head to feel as light as the feathers on your back.
“You like that don’t you?” you coo, putting more pressure as you lean in close, enough so that Sanji can feel your soft breath against his lips. The pointed end of your shoe, a pair of heeled boots he picked out for you this morning presses up against his crotch and something like humiliation burns in his stomach at your touch. Hot like the red ember end of his cigarettes as you somehow only get closer, and closer until your hair tickles his cheeks and he is resting his face on the softness of your bosom. Sanji feels like he can’t breathe, nor swallow and the room only spins faster as he feels the silken touch of your tongue on his ear.
He can’t cheat you out of the needy moan you hear against your chest and his skin burns as you laugh. You sound utterly delighted in his pathetic sounds and you pull him even closer, tightening your grip on his throat as you murmur into his ear.
“Do you know what I’m doing to you, Sanji dearest?” You make sure to rub the end of your boot into his crotch - he couldn’t answer you now. Not in a refined, meaningful way. All Sanji can do is feel the plush of your chest against his face, feel red trickle down his nose and twitch his hips against the pressure of your foot. He musters enough sense to shake his head in your gentle touch and finds himself slacking in your hold until he can barely keep himself up. Maybe it’s pity but you tug your shirt down, just enough for the top of your breasts still in your lacy blue bra to be seen. It’s Sanji’s reward you think, for letting you play wth him so roughly.
“I’m thinning the air you breathe dearest.” You begin to rock your foot against his crotch, you peer down to see the noticeable bulge in his black pants and smile gently. “It’s similar to being choked - just enough for everything to feel light and like a dream.” You coo tapping your boot against his bulge once then twice with a little more force than you’ve been using.
The effect is immediate and you hold his head to your chest as the rest of Sanji’s sensitive body jumps at the touch. He feels more than hears your amused giggling as they dance at the soft edges of where his hair meets his ear and he burns on top of you. Hips twitching and cock drooling in his pants, Sanji swallows and lifts his head just enough to look at you. His eyes are wide and you can’t hide your glee at the expression on his face.
Sanji always tries to hide what he feels whether by declaring he’s only doing something for the attention of ladies or by narrowing his eyes to appear more mature. You are too smart to fall for such elementary tricks and you think this is the charm in breaking someone like him. To bring him to heel from his dazzling distractions until only his wanton and whimpering wanting is left. It’s all you see on his face right now, red with lust and wet with desperation. Something in you throbs, wet under your skirt as you let one hand rest at the sides of his neck.
“You want something, don’t you?” You press, running your fingers through his wheat colored hair until your nails scratch at the roots. The sensation lulls him, his eyes shut as his moans helplessly. This feels like a trap, one Sanji doesn’t think he ever wants to leave. Your body so close to his, Sanji doesn’t know where he ends and you begin. But he still has his strength, and when you look into his eyes to hear his request you huff amused at how you can’t even see the color of his iris - just the dark of his pupil consuming everything. It’s just like how you consume him, until all he has is you in the end.
The lithe hand that has been resting on his neck tighten suddenly, and for a moment Sanji can’t breathe and he chokes halfway through your name. All his strength he could muster while in the palm of your hand is shattered as you even keep your foot still, pressing down on his bulge until you feel it twitch so strongly you can feel it through the sole of your boot.
“You’re keeping me waiting Sanji - you might not get what you want ask for at this rate.” You reprimand gently, and lean in close at the same time your hand goes from around your neck to his chin. You pull his face closer, until your lips brush up against each other. His shoulders shake as he watches your lips form an “o”and feels something wisp along his facial hair. If he was more lucid he would realize it’s air, the thing that you have been taking bit by bit until he is the trembling man in your lap.
“This should help you use your words.” You promise and blow a small ball of air into his gasping mouth - and everything comes rushing back to him. Endorphins and blood rushes everywhere. Ears turning pink as he gasps and Sanji can’t help his hips when they rut against your boot. Words are babbled from his lips and into your chest - as Sanji collapses into your body with no strength to get up. But finally you hear him, the words he’s been dying to say but couldn’t muster before.
“Darling….mon angel please….please let me cum.” He begs you, voice broken and garbled from everything you have plucked from him down to the air he breathes. Sanji ‘s cheek is pressed right against your breast, and you hum as you watch. To Sanji you have never been more beautiful than now, doused in the blue light of the fish tank and completely relaxed above him. Your fingers pull away from the lacy cup of your bra, and he groans at the sight of your breast. Bared for him and your nipples hard from the draft in the lounge you answer his question with prideful approval.
“Of course you can, you’ve been very good for me Sanji.” You pull his head to your breast and he doesn’t even try to hide it. He presses kiss after gentle kiss to your soft skin, laving his tongue over your nipple and ruts against your boot mindlessly. He hears you hum and he shivers as heat crawls up from the apex of his thighs up his back until it cradles at the back of his neck. Everything feels hot, too much and like he is going to burn to the marrow as his orgasm against your boot crescendos and crashes. You shush him as he cries, comfort him as he shakes and pull him closer and he goes still.
There is a beat of silence and your hands are rubbing at his shoulders as clarity hits him. You settle yourself down, closing your eyes and enjoying the way Sanji’s weight blankets you. Your hands pet his hair and it’s what makes him finally lift his head to look at you with cheeks tinged pink and a trail of blood going down his lip you can’t help but laugh, your eyes crinkling.
“Poor thing, you’ve made a real mess of yourself haven’t you Sanji.” You murmur, voice colored with affection beyond any words can describe. You clean his lips up with the edge of your sleeve and when he words his complaints you are quick to brush them away as you fix yourself up - “We have to wash your clothes too, I don’t think a bit of blood on my sleeve really matters.”
It’s enough to shut him up but you are faster to keep him from thinking about. After getting up and fixing your appearances incase anyone came sooner than anticipated you look at him mischievously. His eyes narrow the tiniest bit at how you cheekily bite down on your lip.
“What are you looking at me like that for ?” he asks, coming to be close to you and taking your hand ever the gentleman. Your free hand goes down, to fiddle with his belt and as you come closer you can make out the wet patch in his pants from your earlier ministrations.
“Did you know, that I cashed in a little favor with our dear navigator to have the ship to ourselves for most of the day.” Sanji blinks, looking to you and to the clock in the lounge - it’s early not even noon yet. As he turns back at you he feels your hands on his chest. It clicks in his head, and he swallows so thickly you can hear it as it all sets in for him.
“I think it would be waste of water if we washed our clothes already - why don’t we,” you pause to let your eyes linger on his lips, “see what else we can get up to before we clean up.” Sanji swallows as realization sets in and a spark dances in his stomach.
“Would you like that Sanji?” You ask, hand still at the belt and your other in his. The answer is all over his face but you want him to say it and he can never, ever refute you. His takes your hand and kisses your wrist, tongue laving over your veins to make you gasp and squirm.
“I would like nothing more, my angel.” Six words are all you need to smile with flushed cheeks and Sanji lets you take him from his tie and down the stairs into wherever next on the Sunny you want to ruin him in. He is always willing to be at your mercy.
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