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Adam Sandler is that you?

[gloomy-writes]

Opinions on your dream man as you called him being…blue?

Note: Sorry gang, I've been very busy with Artfight and moving to a new apartment, which didn't have internet until yesterday night, anyways here's a short one while I work on other stories.

Updated cause there where a few mistakes, enjoy!

Kurt Wagner x reader (no pronouns mentioned but maybe fem?)

Summary: Kurt tries to lay down hints (not so) subtly that he might be your dream guy

Warnings: no warnings really just a cute fluffy one

let me know if I've missed anything :)

Word count: 1.3K

The bell had just rung, the students had filed out trying to get to their next class as fast as possible. You had been walking down the hall, when a student bumped into you, knocking your books out of your hands "Watch where you're going next time Smith!" You call back as he rushes past, a small groan escaping you as you bend down to retrieve the scattered papers. 

"Sorry miss! I can't stop, apparently professor Logan is my sub teacher and I do not wanna be late" he shouts back making your lips curl up in amusement, shaking your head as you go back to the task at hand. 

Reaching for a book that had slid slightly too far, only for it to be picked up by a three fingered hand. "Well if it isn't my favourite person in distress" Kurt smiles, bending down to help you. 

Your cheeks, heating up as you take it from him "Hi Kurt" You smile, putting the book onto the pile. 

“Trip again?” He asks

“Not this time, Mr Smith has Logan for a cover teacher.” You muse, making him smile.

“Well I would not want to be late either.” He nods thoughtfully, picking up the books. You're about to say something but he sticks his arm out for you to take, obviously not about to take no for an answer. “Where to meine leibe?” He asks. 

You think for a moment, before linking your arm with his, a soft smile on your face “To my classroom please” You say as you begin walking again “I could have carried them y’know” You muse glancing at his side profile. 

God you loved the way he looked. 

“I know, but it would have been ungentlemanly of me to let you carry them yourself. Besides I have nothing but time on my hands” He explains, to which you let out a hum. 

There’s a comfortable silence as the two of you make your way down the corridor. “So, Rogue told me you went on a date last night.” Kurt says suddenly, looking at you intently. He wasn't trying to be noisy, promise. 

But he was just curious. “How did that go?” He wanted to know if the man treated you nicely.

You let out an amused breath “I mean it was alright. Nothing special” you shrug, making Kurt's ears perk up. 

“Really? No sparks?” He asks curiously, trying not to sound so eager that the date was a bust. 

You shake your head “No not really. I don’t know, maybe it's just me?” You think aloud. To be fair all throughout your date your mind had been wandering back to your thoughtful and sweet colleague, who was currently holding your books for you. 

Kurt looks surprised  “I highly doubt it was you. Perhaps it wasn't meant to be?... The right one will come along” He smiles, and you notice the way his tail wags. 

Your brow raises “Are you happy my date failed?” and he lets out an offended gasp, putting his free hand over his heart. 

“I would never. I do think you could set your standards higher though” He muses.

“Oh really?” you say nudging his arm.

He nods “Mhm indeed. You should go for a man, who’s a gentleman” he says thoughtfully.

You let out a non committed hum, gesturing for him to continue describing the perfect man for you. 

“A man who’s kind, handsome, listens to your every word” he continues before looking over at you as if he wants to test the waters “Who thinks you're the most beautiful woman in the world” He says softly, which makes your eyebrows raise. 

“That would be the dream man” You snort.

“Opinions, on your dream man as you called him” He repeats gesturing around with his free hand “Being blue?” He asks, in a not so subtle way.

You click your tongue, taking the opportunity to tease him. “Doesn’t bother me, although I’m not sure Hank is who I’d describe as my dream man” You giggle, “Plus I think he prefers talking over listening.” You let out a wistful sigh making Kurt frown. 

He clears his throat, “No I wasn’t really thinking of Hank” he grits out “Someone else. Whos blue” He says pointedly glancing down at himself hoping you’d pick up on his hints. You have, but there's no harm in having a little fun with it. 

“Maybe someone who has yellow eyes?” He says with emphasis, and you nod along, taking this moment to tease him further. 

You let your mouth drop a little, as if you had realised what he meant “Oooh” You smile, turning to look at him for a second. He straightens up slightly, only for you to look away again, so you can hide the corners of your mouth ticking up slightly.

“Do you mean Mystique?” you raise a brow, a small smirk on your lips. “I mean sure she’s pretty but I don't think we’d work out Kurt. I don't date people who are technically enemies" You say thoughtfully and he lets out a huff of frustration, his shoulders drooping as he looks up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath. 

“I wasn't thinking of her either…” He pouts, before deciding to try again. Having yet to realise that you're teasing him. 

“Prehaps someone with a tail? Calls you leibling?” He suggests “Anyone springing to mind?” He asks hopefully. 

You shake your head, shrugging “Nope, a shame really. He really sounds like my dream guy” You hum. 

Kurt blinks, beginning to wonder if you're that oblivious “Seriously liebe?" He asks, looking down at you. “No one? Not anyone?” He asks incredulously. 

And that's when he notices the smile on your lips that you're currently trying to hide. And suddenly he feels like an idiot. “You're messing with me, aren’t you?” He groans.

You let out a bark of laughter. “Of course I am, Kurt” you snort “that was cute though….your adorable” you tease, making him let out another noise of disbelief, 

“You are terribly mean. could have spared me, you know.” He huffs, adjusting the books in his arm but the wagging of his tail gives away his emotions.

“Now where would the fun be in that?” You muse and he lets out a breath. 

You tilt your head, letting out a hum as you stop in front of him, hands clasped together behind your back “Is this your way of telling me, you're my perfect man?” You ask with a grin. 

“I…suppose it is.” He grumbles before clearing his throat, straightening up again before nodding. “I mean, yes. Yes it is.” He says more confidently. 

“I may not be the most perfect…but I will always try to be the best man for you” He says softly, he takes a half step forward before stopping “If you’ll have me that is?” He says quickly. 

His tail whips nervously, and in that moment you decide that you had your fun, but now you really want to kiss him. “I don’t want you to think of me as some-” He tries to get out before you cut him off, surprising him as your lips softly press against his. 

You smile as you pull away, “You're terrible at asking me out on a date you know that?” You snort, your hand on his cheek.

It takes him a second, before he lets out a little ‘huh?’ a dazed look of happiness on his face. 

You let out a little laugh, grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him closer so you didn’t have to put strain on your tippy toes. “Dinner tonight… Your place” You smile, your nose almost touching his as peck another kiss against his lips. 

It seems that Kurt’s mind has gone fuzzy and static, and he doesn't even notice you taking the stack of books from his arms “I'll see you later Kurt” You smile as you back up to your classroom, before turning and opening the door. 

And for a moment Kurt Wagner stands there, his mind mush, because apparently he is your perfect man. 

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[xreaderdumpster]

Would you do a real fluffy Kurt Wagner X Female Reader? You can add spice too idk :)

Another Kurt ask, hello!! I’m gonna pull a classic trope out my ass- Only one bed! Enjoy!

One bed- Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner x Reader

CW- Over used trope(only one bed), use of Y/N, potentially inaccurate use of German/German accent, being in your underwear around Kurt, other than that just fluff!

WC- 1,006

The mission was long and gruelling. Breaking up an F.O.H. meeting and bringing kidnapped mutants back to their worried families. You felt every muscle burning as you trudged to the dingy motel Logan suggested staying at for the night.

You leant against a wall as you watched Logan and Scott negotiate with the receptionist. Her dull brown eyes kept glancing over to Kurt as he sat on the floor beside you. Brown prayer beads clicked softly against his fingers as he absentmindedly fiddled with them. You could see the tiredness in those glowing yellow eyes and the worry lines that settled on his brow. Scott and Logan turned round and walked back to your small group.

“Alright. Me and Jean will share a room. Logan and Morph will share one and Kurt and (Y/N) get the third. The rooms should be two single beds, that’s all they had. That alright?” Scott explained. You all nodded. He handed you the key to room 202. You said your goodnights and wondered down the hall with Kurt.

“Mind if I bag the shower first? I need to get this dirt off me.” You asked. Kurt nodded.

“Ze shower is all yours, (Y/N).” He replied. Kurt was always such a sweetheart.

As you opened the door, a dread hit the pit of your stomach. On the left of the room sat not two single beds. But instead a single queen sized bed.

“Fucking Scott.” You mumbled under your breath.

“Seems zere is some mistake. Zis is not two single beds he mentioned.”

“Yeah. I’ll go talk to him.” You took the key as you walked back towards a different hallway. You knocked on his door 019. Jean answered after a minute with disheveled hair and slightly smudged lipstick.

“(Y/N)! Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, just… Me and Kurt got given a double bed. I know Scott said they were all meant to be 2 single beds in a room. Did you and Scott want to swap?”

Jean glanced behind her before politely smiling.

“You’re sweet to offer but we ended up with a double bed too.”

You’d asked Logan to swap too but he outright refused, the stubborn asshole.

So you went back to your room. You didn’t mind sharing a bed with Kurt, far from it! But you were more concerned about making him uncomfortable.

You showered, finally feeling human again. As you crossed from the bathroom to the bedroom in your underwear, you tilted your head in confusion. Kurt was already in just his boxers, making a nest out of spare bedding on the floor.

“What’re you doing?” Kurt looked up with his usual soft smile.

“Zere is only one bed. I vant you to feel comfortable, mein Freund. So I sleep on ze floor.”

“Kurt, we’re both grown adults. We can share a bed for a night. Plus, you need a comfortable night sleep as much as I do.” You replied as you stripped back the thin cover. His eyebrows knitted together.

“Are you sure?” Kurt asked tentatively. You nodded and pat the side of the bed next to you. He glanced between where your hand was and your face. Slowly, he began packing up the nest. The mattress creaked as he got himself into the bed and got himself into a comfortable position. You shifted into a comfortable position as well. Kurt reached over, turning the small bedside light out and plunging the room into darkness. A bright orange light streamed through the window from a nearby lamppost.

“Gute Nacht.” Kurt muttered. A hint of uncertainty in his voice.

“Sweet dreams, Kurt.”

Footsteps walking past your room was the first thing you noticed as you slowly woke up. Fucking hell, how thin are the walls? Least you slept relatively well.

What was the you felt moving underneath your cheek?

You cracked your eye open, surprised to see rifts of blue moving up and down rhythmically. You shifted your head up and felt your cheeks burn. Kurt was fast asleep. You had fallen asleep on his chest with his arm draped around your back. Your right arm had wrapped around his waist while his left hand held onto yours. Butterflies fluttered like crazy in your stomach. Here he was, the stupendous Nightcrawler, fast asleep while holding you close. He looked peaceful though. His lips were gently parted and his grip on your hand was light but secure. Frankincense incense, wood polish and mint body wash seemed to seep from him.

A knock came from the door. You slowly sat up, carefully trying not to wake him up. You shoved on a top without thinking as you gently pulled the door open.

Scott stood there, his uniform from the day before on but his hair and skin had clearly been washed.

“Morning (Y/N). Hank’s coming with the jet in 15 minutes. Make sure you and Kurt are ready before then.”

“Sure. Thanks, Slim.” You nodded. You caught a glimpse of Scott’s eyes looking down before snapping his attention back to you and wondering off. As if he was hoping you hadn’t noticed. You looked down and realised you’d shoved on Kurt’s uniform shirt by accident. Shit.

You turned to begin getting dressed when you clocked Kurt was awake. Glowing eyes stared at you. When he too noticed you were wearing his shirt, a slight purple tint flushed his cheeks.

“Sorry, accidentally grabbed your top to cover myself up.” You explained as your hurriedly took it off and grabbed your uniform “Hank’s gonna be here in 15 so get dressed.”

You tossed his top to him which he responded with a quiet thank you.

“About last night, (Y/N)…”

You turned your face him as you zipped up your trousers.

“I’m sorry it… Vaking up to me holding you like-“

“No need to apologise, Kurt” you interrupted with a smile “If you’re happy with it, I wouldn’t say no to waking up like that again.”

A shy but wide smile crossed his lips.

[dinogoofymutated]

NSFW!nightcrawler/GN!AFAB!reader

This is my fic for mine and @pompeii-for-elephants ' fic exchange!! Hope you like it!!! I know I said I was surprised at myself when I wrote the cable smut, but this??? HOT DAYMN. Also, special thanks to @blue-devil-of-the-lord for their guide on german phrases for Kurt!

TWS: MNDI!!! Very tender Sex, PNV sex, shower handjobs, praise, cowgirl position, Nipple sucking, creampie. Kurt Wagner marry me I'm begging you

 You hated goodbyes, but worse than the goodbyes was the waiting. The nail-biting, anxious, unbelievably horrid waiting. 

  Kurt had been off on a mission with Logan and Rogue for about two weeks. You know it could be worse, understanding that some of these missions can take months at a time, but still. It was hard, being away from him for so long. You worried constantly about how he was, if he was okay, and if he needed anything. The moments where your mind was busy were moments of relief, as when you let your mind wander it always wandered back to him. 

  You’ve just dismissed your class for the day when Jean psychically gives you confirmation that the group of them would be coming home today, and you can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. You’re almost done grading assignments when you hear the jet above the school and practically scramble out of your chair. You hastily turn off the light and close the door, speed-walking down the hallway and then down the stairs to the bottom floor. You’re almost at the steps of the basement when you hear a *Bamf!* from behind you. You practically skid to a stop, whipping around and catching sight of Kurt with an excited smile.

  You’re the first to tackle him into a hug. He hisses in a bit of pain, and you quickly try to pull away when you realize that he’s hurting. He’s not having any of it though, keeping you held tightly against his chest as he holds you close.

  “Ich habe dich vermisst.” Kurt says, pressing his face into your hair and breathing you in. “I went to your classroom, but it seems that I had been just a tad too late.” You laugh at that, giving him a gentle squeeze before pulling away just enough to see his face. His smile is contagious, and you cup his cheek lovingly, rubbing your thumb against a dark bruise that looks to be forming under his cheekbone. 

 “Sorry to lead you on a chase. How are you feeling?” You ask. Kurt hums, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. 

  “Better now that I’ve seen you, Schatz.” You cock an eyebrow at that, and all he does is give you an innocent smile, albeit a tired one. You’re trying to be reasonable here, but god if it wasn't for a wave of cuteness aggression. You catch his lips in a kiss, so very thankful to have him back home. Kurt eagerly returns it, and you’ve certainly forgotten that this is still a school at this point. On cue, there’s a cough from somewhere behind you, and you separate from Kurt, only slightly embarrassed to be caught. It’s Logan, giving the two of you a knowing look and a bit of a smirk as he crosses his arms.

 “Sorry to interrupt the reunion, but you’re still needed for the mission report, elf.” Logan says. Kurt winces, and you frown at the thought of being away from him again. But, procedures were in place for a reason. Kurt kisses you on the cheek, taking your hands in his just briefly before he has to leave.

The whole afternoon has gone by with Kurt still caught up with his responsibilities. You’re getting ready for the shower with only a towel wrapped around you when you hear Kurt enter your shared room. He gives you a greeting that sounds tired, and you can’t help but peek out of the bathroom door, spotting sweet Kurt as he sighs and sits on the bed, exhausted. You try not to stare as he begins to take off his suit, but it’s admittedly hard. You frown at seeing his exhaustion, and the dark purple bruises that he reveals as he peels out of the clothing. You think for a moment, but come up with something you decide was more than fair.

  “I’ll see you as soon as I can, Ja?” He whispers. You nodd, smiling in a way you hope is rather reassuring. He smiles back, before following Logan back into the basement.

  “Hey, Kurt?” You ask sweetly, leaning against the doorway. 

  “Yes, love?” He asks. He does a double take when he looks up, giving you a tired smile once his surprise wears off.

  “Join me?” You add on. His bright smile is all you need as an answer, and he scrambles to get out of the suit faster as you walk back into the bathroom. He teleports behind you as you start the water, dragging you backward into his arms to make you giggle.

  “Let me help you with that, Mein Schatz.” Kurt says as he unravels the towel from you. He hangs it on the rack before turning back to you, and you can’t help but get closer to him, holding his face in your hands as you place a kiss on his forehead. His yellow eyes watch you fondly, his hands falling on your hips and his tail swaying happily as you hold him. Your hands stroke his cheekbones, before trailing down to his chest, rubbing your thumbs across his collarbones as you look at the bruises on his chest and abdomen. You frown, trailing a hand to the area to gingerly stroke the skin.

  “You let Hank check you out?” You ask. Kurt nods, taking your hand in his own and pressing it over his heart.

  “Alles ist gut, Don’t worry for me, Liebchen. I’ll heal soon enough.” He says, and you sigh at him, giving him a concerned look. Kurt had always been a defender and protector, and yet he still brushed off his aches and pains. Even now he stands here, telling you not to worry. He gives you a sheepish smile, brushing a hand through your hair soothingly.

  “It’s wash night. Let me wash your hair for you?” He asks. You smile, but shake your head before pulling him to the shower.

  “I was hoping I could take care of you tonight.” You say. Kurt simply chuckles in response, following you into the warm stream of water. You start by washing his hair, being careful around his ears and eyes when you rinse. Kurt has no complaints as you lavish him with attention, almost purring as you wash him and cover him in suds. You turn him around to wash his back, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades before continuing. You can’t help but be a little cheeky, hands trailing down south, teasing the skin around his hipbones before sliding back to grab a handful of his ass. Kurt jumps a little but only laughs, his tail swatting your hands away.

  “Cheeky.” He remarks, and you can tell he’s smiling. You let out a small “Can you blame me?” before your hands travel back around his front. You kiss the back of his neck sweetly as your hands wander up and down his abdomen. Kurt sighs as he leans back into you, relaxing in your arms.

  Your hands begin to wander, trailing down to his cock as you just barely brush your fingers along his length. Kurt gasps, tail curling around one of your thighs as his head leans back.

  “Schatz…”

  “Tell me to stop, and I will.” You whisper into his ear, hands moving to his thighs, tracing the sensitive skin. “I know you’re tired, so just… let me know.”

  “No... no. Please, continue.” He begs, the tip of his tail swaying idly between your thighs. You kiss the skin below his ear as you begin to caress him again, gently stroking him to hardness amongst the soapy suds. His gasps and choked moans are lighting a fire inside of you as you stoke the one in him. You nip and suck on the sensitive skin of his ear, addicted to the feeling of him against you, and the sounds he makes in your hold. 

  He lets out a curse as you thumb the head of his cock, collecting a bead of precum as you stroke it back down his shaft. Your other hand drifts a bit lower, teasing his balls before you give them a gentle squeeze. Kurt lets out a little “-ah!” and a whine as you build him closer and closer to the finish line. His cock twitches in your hands, his breath coming in shaky pants. His hands reach back for your thighs, clenching and unclenching as he reaches closer to his peak. You pick up the pace of your strokes, and he lets out a loud whine when he cums. You stroke and kiss him through it, sucking a hickey into his skin as his hips thrust and legs shake. His cum coats your fingers when you’re finished, sticky and creamy in consistency. 

  “Feel better?” You ask. Kurt chuckles in response, taking one of your hands in his own, still coated in his cum. He kisses it before ducking it into the stream of water, cleaning your hands off before he turns around and kisses you. His tail wraps around your waist as he draws you as close as possible, only letting you go once he's had his fill.

  “Let me have you,” He whispers. “Please.” You're breathless at the words, biting your lip as you think it over. You kiss him again, and then a second time for good measure.

  “I don't want you to strain yourself. You've had a long day.” You tell him. Kurt pouts at you. His tail tightens slightly around your waist. You sigh with a smile at the look he gives you, his eyes half-lidded and needy. 

  “Okay, but I just want you to lay back and relax, alright? Let me do the work.” Your palms are set on his pecs, slowly sliding up and down the area. “Let me take care of you for a change.” You whisper. Kurt smiles at you, his tail unwrapping from your waist as he backs you up to the wall of the shower. He's got you cornered into the wall, and he brings a hand up, shutting off the water after pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

  “As you wish.” He says.

  It's hard to keep up with what's happening between the shower and the bed, but once his back hits the sheets, you're engulfing him in love and praise, thankful to have him home and happy to serve him pleasure on a silver platter.

“You're so pretty, Kurt.” You hum, actively kissing across his fuzzy abs, a hand tracing the soft hair of his happy trail as you pay extra attention to the deep bruises he came home with. Kurt’s chest heaves, his hands clenching the pillow at his head as you lavish him in attention. The sight of him was stunning. Deep blue skin and pretty black curls… Kurt gasps underneath you as you drag your teeth bluntly across his nipple, and you can't help but smile at the sound. He's rock hard underneath you, flushed a pretty purple at his tip as his cock stands at attention. You don't let him stay painfully hard, stroking him slowly to scratch that itch he so desperately deserves to have scratched. 

  One of his hands unclenches from the pillow as you start to press kisses to his cock, teasing and licking the skin. The limb flexes by his hip, and you take the invitation to lace his fingers between your own. It was a bit awkward to figure out when the two of you first started dating, but there was no mountain you weren't willing to climb if it meant returning the love he gave you in such abundance. You know he would do the same for you if the roles were reversed. You stroke him a few final times, kissing the sensitive head of his cock and sucking it into your mouth as one last effort to hear him whine before you’re straddling him.

  You grind your wet folds against his cock, perhaps a little more sensitive than usual. Kurt's lost in a world of pleasure, desperately trying to keep his eyes open to watch you. You're absolutely soaked, already feeling like you could take him in entirely, but you continue to grind against him, spreading your slick across his shaft to make sure that there won't be any struggle on either end. His other hand comes down to rest on your hip, kneading the skin as you move. You squeeze your intertwined hands, resting your free one on top of the one he's placed on your hip.

  “I love your hands, you know that?” You murmur. Kurt responds with a moan as his hips jerk up, moving against yours. “-and your arms, your tail, and fuzz and- a-ah…” You bite your lip as the head of his cock catches on your clit. You're beginning to get impatient, even though you were the one who chose this pace in the first place. He just felt so good and warm against you- hitting all the right spots without even being inside you yet.

  “Please, love, let me- hng… I enjoy your words, and your praise, but perhaps too much. Spare me, please.” Kurt breathes. His grip on your hip has gotten rather tight, his tail winding around your thigh once again, like he does when he doesn't quite know what to do with it. He's waiting for you, you realize, and you want to do nothing more than kiss him silly.

  Instead, you do exactly what he asks for, and spare him. The head of his cock notches against your slit before he slides in without any effort, settling in comfortably for the both of you. Both of your moans greet the air at the action, surprised at the utter lack of resistance. You'd think that you'd have to be well prepared for this kind of thing, but no, seems that all you needed was Kurt.

  “That was… You feel…” Kurt’s struggling to get the words across, his eyes fluttering closed at the pleasure. You're trying your hardest not to balance yourself by leaning on him as you begin to slowly work your hips.

  “Believe- me, you did most of the -ah- work, handsome.” You say breathlessly. Kurt’s yellow eyes flicker open as you start moving earnestly, watching you ride him with conviction. Both of you moan when he happens to hit that spongy spot inside of you that feels so good. 

  “Danke, danke… Love- ah, fuck!” Kurt moans, his voice coming out breathlessly toward the end of his sentence. He doesn't curse like that very often, and it makes a flicker of heat light you up from the inside.

  “So good Kurt, you feel so good.” You gasp, each bounce of your hips causing his cock to stroke your insides just right. His hand on your hip begins to move up to your waist before it goes further to just barely brush against your sensitive nipples. You gasp again at the feeling, letting out an almost embarrassing moan.

  You're caught by surprise as Kurt is sitting up, letting go of your other hand to push you against him. He leans forward, his tail now flicking excitedly behind him as he sucks and nips at the skin of your chest. You rest your hands against his shoulders as you pick up the pace of your hips, addicted to the feeling of Kurt’s hums and moans as he sucks on your nipples.

  “I’m…I'm close-” Kurt barely separates from your body to say the words, his hands clenching against you has he begins to tense and twitch.

  “Ye-Yeah?” You ask, one hand tangling itself in his still-damp hair. “Okay, handsome- ah- I've got you.” You can feel him begin to twitch inside of you, each and every movement bringing both of you to your peaks. Kurt lets go of your chest as he kisses his way up to your mouth, catching you in an urgent and passionate kiss.

  “Cum for me, please.” You say in between his kisses. He simply moans in response as your hips begin to falter, a telltale sign that you're about to reach that sweet, sweet pleasure.

  Kurt cums first, tensing and shaking underneath you as spurts of his cum warm your insides. He brings a thumb to your clit to help you meet your own orgasm as you work him through his. Stars flash in your eyes as you hit that peak of pleasure, grinding against him, once, twice, three more times before you collapse against his chest. Kurt chuckles contently beneath you, rubbing your back and kissing the parts of you he can reach as you rest against him.

  “You okay?” You ask the moment you're back down to earth again. “I didn't hurt you in any way, did I?” Kurt shakes his head at you, leaning back to look you in the eyes.

  “No, not at all, Liebling.” He says fondly. “I'm not sure you could if you tried.” You can't help but smile at that, sighing into him as you rest against his chest. It feels good to have him back. He slips out of you before he lays both of you back down against the cushions, where you take your chance to pepper his face with kisses.

  “Ich liebe dich.” He says softly. “So much. Much more than you know.”

  “I love you more.”

[sagebrush-and-sadness]

I'll love having my blue german man kissing me so passionately as his tail slaps my pussy until I squirt or pass out🥺🥺

Oh, I can definitely see pussy slaps sitting pretty high in Herr Wagner's list of kinks.

He's nothing if not a good tease. The kind that makes you rub your thighs together with hushed words alone. The kind that withdraws his mouth right before your lips lock and instead bites at your neck or licks your earlobe just to keep you on your toes. The kind that will have you writhing against the sheets before he's even unbuckled his pants. He's wicked like that, and he will never take without savoring first. Sure, one can always gobble down a grand feast without indulging in some wine, but where's the pleasure in that? And sure, Kurt can always make love to you without bringing you to a climax or two beforehand, but where's the fun in that?

And you know what's even more fun to him? Making you come after he's made a mess of your body, for an encore. It's like washing down the last bite with some Chardonnay, and he's already smacking his lips in anticipation. You are leaking come and slick, cunt swollen with blood, pulsing around the memory of his cock, glistening breasts heaving, and eyes full of stars — he's ought to take care of you, drape your vulnerability in tenderness like any good gentleman would, yet right now he is everything but. He beholds the tremble of your flesh, and all he sees is an opportunity.

Oh, he will start soft and comforting, lulling your alertness with one chaste kiss at a time. Your ankles, the underside of your knees. Thighs, hips, waist. The curve of your belly and the valley of your breasts. Up the river of life under the skin of your neck and by the sighs that escape your throat Kurt knows you've melted to the desired state for him. Perfect. Your lips move so languidly against his, mouth closing around the sweet nothings he's feeding you, that he almost feels bad — almost.

When he kisses deeper, tongue tracing the ridge of your teeth, you let him have his fill without protesting. You love, love when he drinks your breath like water, devouring you gulp after greedy gulp as if it were his last meal before the inevitable, so you press into the velvet of his body until the very air is reduced to nothingness between you. But then he bites. Not hard enough to draw blood — never — but the suddenness of it makes you let out a gasp that immediately gets licked away and swallowed. The promise of lazy basking in the joined afterglow cracks like an eggshell, and then Kurt's tail is sneaking up your calf, a slight shiver following its path, so faint you barely notice it, drowning in the passion of his wet kisses. When it lies flat against your raw cunt, the spade long and wide enough to cover the wholeness of it, you push him away just enough to look into those cunning, pleased eyes of his. Squinting at you lovingly right before he lands a slap.

It's a gentle thing at first, merely a trial piece for you to taste. It doesn't feel good, nor does it feel bad, that's how little heat there is in the impact, yet what it does is make you jump just slightly, eyebrows twitching and toes curling. The tail freezes like a snake before it lunges, and for a moment Kurt is searching your face. Giving you enough time to say the word, to shake your head, to turn away from him, anything. You do neither. You're simply looking at him with those eyes so full of faith, as if you'd let him break you apart just to mend you back together, and that is a thought he will mull over later. For now he asks, just to be sure, "Noch ein mal?" and when you nod, he dives back into your embrace, mouth first.

The French call an orgasm a little death — and that's exactly what Kurt grants you as he swallows your wails and begs, each slap against your overwhelmed, oversensitive cunt a step on the path to ecstatic oblivion. You writhe on the sheets and claw at his shoulders, kicking up and twisting your hips in frenzied attempts to escape the pleasure of this pain the likes of which you've never felt before, but they are dumb, futile. Thrashing in snares only means tightening them more, and Kurt's sharp caresses are as relentless as they are methodical. He doesn't strike thoughtlessly for the sake of it, no — he allows the shock to settle, lets your flesh soak it in before adding another, and another, and another. Sometimes whipping at the soft meat of your thighs, more frequently landing his hits directly at your throbbing, defenseless clit. In the rare timeouts he stops completely, a perfectly gauged length of time just for one single "no", but not enough for you to catch your breath, before he's back at tormenting your poor body and mind.

"Yes, love, just like that. Not much point in fighting it, ja? Zeig mir, Liebe — zeig mir, wie schön du für mich kommen kannst."

You don't last long, even though it feels like the sun has made two revolutions around the earth — but no, you will realize soon, it was Kurt's big, golden eyes hiding behind the veil of darkness in your own as the pain-pleasure consumed you entirely and then shining anew as you came back to your shaken shell. You're unsure what's just happened, but next to you Kurt lets out a sigh of pure relief as his hand finds your cheek to stroke gently.

"Are you alright?" said in a voice so tender that one might think it could never hold any of that perverse wickedness from a minute ago. You can only nod like a senseless bobblehead. Your thighs are shaking, but you barely register that.

Kurt helps you sit up — and your gaze stumbles over a wide, dark splash stretching across the sheets, right from beneath your ass. "It got intense for a second," he coughs at the look you give him and clasps his mouth shut. His tail curls around his leg, and you never even notice the way the spade of it shines wetly in the light.

Jeez, I got carried away a little here.

[cyber333angel]

i dunno if youre taking requests but could u write something about reader riding dex like face to face and she gets kind of nervous having to make eye contact while doing it ;-;

yesyesyes >.<

I can imagine you and dex are just making out, lips connected, your tongues dancing around in each others mouths, just pants and groans escaping from your lips time to time. your bodies are pressing together in want, feeling dexs hand come up to squeeze your breast striking a groan from you into his mouth.

he’s kissing you so passionately that you don’t even notice that it’s just you who’s stripping, letting dex slide your top over your arms, kissing the skin of your neck and eventually pulling your panties down your legs.

you expect the usual — which is him rubbing his calloused fingers through your folds and then fucking you in every position. but dex doesn’t do that.. he just lays down from the same spot you’re straddling him in, looking at you with needy eyes. then he pulls you by your thighs towards him, hoisting you above his face and you’re met with the headboard of your shared bed.

you’re startled of course, blinking in confusion as you back up a bit to look dex in the eye. he senses that you’re wary about this already, exactly why he didn’t ask before doing. knowing you would be hesitant and nervous, “don’t start. promise it’ll feel good pretty girl, just trust me.” dex clicks, planting a kiss to your thigh.

“but what if i-“ you go to say, something along the lines of what if i suffocate you?, but he shuts that worry down. “im fine. stop squirming and do what you’re told, yeah?”

all you can do is listen and swallow as you grip the headboard, looking down at dex as your thighs cover the lower part of his face. he pulls you down lower on him, sending a shiver up your spine when his lips come into contact with your cunt, gasping as he licks a stripe into your folds. your eyes twitch shut and you whimper out a shakey, “oh mm my..!”, holding onto the wood and losing balance on dexs head but he just hold you still there. thrusting his tongue up into your slick hole, lapping at your arousal.

“that’s my good girl, taste so fucking sweet for me..” dex mumbles underneath you, and the sobs that you keep letting out above just make him throbbingly hard. his bulge stretching in his boxers just begging to be touched, but he’s too focused on this right now. he could probably cum just from this anyway.

he glides his tongue across your sensitive bud sucking at it, rolling circles around your clit in his mouth. and unconsciously you start moving your hips on your own, chasing that release, and dex loosens his grip on your thighs to let you grind on his face. his lips turn into a grin at that, “that’s it sweetheart, knew just what you needed.” dex says through a breath, and you nod rapidly, your hips bucking against his mouth. “feels so g-good dex..”, you whine, falling and leaning onto the headboard, your face smooched on the hard surface. just watching him work his tongue all around the walls of your cunt, making your legs quiver around his head.

your eyes half lidded eyes were staring at him, he just looked so hungry. and you tense up when he catches you looking, moving his hands to grip at your waist, pulling you down to shove his tongue into your hole. you can hear the embarrassing squelches down below, surely a mix of dexs saliva and your wetness, making you clench around dexs tongue. just grinding yourself across his face to climax, your clit stroking on his nose..

“oh im g-gonna cum dex, m’gonna-“you whimper as you wither all over dex’s face, his chin is soaked with your cum, nodding his head in between your slick thighs as a means for you to go ahead— dex wants you to use his face for your own pleasure. “give it t’me pretty girl, go on.”

you’re left shaking above him while dex licks up every drop of your arousal, holding you there no matter how sensitive you are after cumming.

[yeowangies]

The Neutral Zone

PAIRING: Sanji/AFAB!Reader. CONTENTS: Only One Bed Trope, Explicit sexual content - Cunnilingus, Fingering, Cowgirl, Smoking (reader attempts to smoke at some point), Praise, Lots of Terms of Endearment, Lots of Dialogue WORDCOUNT: 5650

Summary:

"One bed is one thing, but only one pillow and one blanket?" You sighed in frustration.

Sanji didn’t seem to be having any problem regarding that matter.

Notes:

Inspired by this post.

I've been thinking about this man for way too long (hasn't even been a month). I just need to do this once and I'll get over it, I promise (lying)

I have a few things to say: I never actually finished the manga or the anime, I have just been keeping up with one piece in general, so i'm a little insecure about his characterization, but at the same time it's like. this is how i imagine he is. he's a guy who'd do anything for a kiss basically. And this is also how his dynamic with the reader would be: a little power dynamics, and she's a little more dominant than he is, but it's nothing Big. And lastly, in my mind, this is post time skip sanji, you can obviously imagine him however you want, but it's what i had in mind when I wrote this.

I wanted to go back to writing a little more funny fics like i used, so i had fun and gave sanji 3 nosebleeds during this fic lmaooo

Please enjoy, and if you have a few bucks to spare, considering buying me a kofi!

"One bed is one thing, but only one pillow and one blanket?" You sighed in frustration.

Sanji didn’t seem to be having any problem regarding that matter. He was giddy, you could feel his ecstatic energy as you walked around the room, in hopes of finding a solution you knew wasn’t there. 

“This is the most inconvenient situation we could ever be in!” He claimed with a giant, dopey smile on his face. 

You snorted, trying not to laugh. 

“I can sleep on the floor, if it truly bothers you.” Sanji added after a beat of your silence. 

“That sounds swell!” You grinned mischievously when he visibly deflated, shoulders drooping as he let out a disappointed sigh. “Don’t be ridiculous, no one needs to sleep on the floor, especially if there’s only one blanket.”

“You’re truly an angel!” 

Despite the situation, his smile seemed genuine, and your heart skipped a beat. 

“I’m taking a shower.” You needed to take a step away from the current event that was unfolding, and ignoring whatever lascivious comment Sanji threw your way, you made a beeline for the bathroom. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to share a bed with him. Your contradicting feelings regarding the situation were the actual problem. 

Being paired with the handsome pervert that was Sanji was a complete coincidence. Nami had the pleasure of pairing up the entire crew, and luck made you and Sanji have a grocery shopping date for the rest of the day. He was pleased to be graced with your presence, and made it explicit every time he opened his mouth to talk to you. 

Bless your extremely good luck that paired you up with Sanji for also granting you a heavy storm that broke out just when you were about to go back to the Thousand Sunny. 

You sighed as you washed your face, breathing in and out to calm your nerves. Everything was crystal clear, Sanji wasn’t the one confusing you. Your feelings were to blame, they were completely mixed up in your mind. He acted like that with every beautiful woman he encountered, and you weren’t any different. He did make you feel wanted, but it wasn’t real. You had to remind yourself of that. 

You liked the attention. You weren’t attracted to him at all. 

You repeated that in your mind like a mantra.

Sanji eyed you up and down in the most conspicuous way possible when you stepped out. At least the place you were staying at had good soft robes. 

“How was the shower? Nice and warm?”

“Just go shower!” You replied, exasperated. 

You wanted to get this night over with quickly. Maybe you could retain your mental stability once it was over. 

You laid on the queen size bed once he occupied the bathroom, considering sleeping with just the robe on; it’s not like you had any other option, you didn’t want to dirty your clothes even more. Staring at the ceiling, you tried to calm your nerves. You played with your hair, stared at your nails, bit your lips, listened to the strong wind whistling outside along with the steady tip-tap of the rain. You even briefly wondered what he was thinking; did he expect something from you tonight? It’s not like you gave him any indication that you even find him cute. He was a pervert, maybe he expected a peek. Would he try something? Would he touch you ‘accidentally’?

What was taking him so long?

“Ready to do this, gorgeous?” Sanji asked with a wide smile as he stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a similar robe. 

“To sleep? Yes.” You countered, watching him as he undid his robe, which made you gasp. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m taking off the robe.” He replied flatly, looking at you curiously. “Are you sleeping with it on?”

“Y-Yes!” You wrapped your arms around yourself as blood flowed rapidly to your face. You got a peek of Sanji’s clearly defined abs, along with his heart-themed boxers. Your abdomen tightened in a knot in consequence. 

Damn it, this was pathetic on your part when he was the pervert.  

“Oh.” He pouted, straightening out the robe once again. 

You steadied your breathing as he got into bed right beside you. 

“Do you want the pillow for yourself?” Sanji asked you. He seemed genuinely concerned, with no undertone of lecherousness. 

“We can share-”

“I know you’d be more comfortable with it.” He smiled warmly, handing you the one pillow with the silk pillowcase. “I sleep better without one anyway.”

He was clearly lying, but you let it slide. 

“Thank you.” You looked at him with a glare as he scooted closer. “Sanji, there’s a neutral zone between us, if you cross it, I’ll consider it a direct attack.”

“A direct attack? What does that mean?” He asked with little hearts in his eyes, clearly misinterpreting your words.

“It means I’m throwing you out the window.”

“Fine.” He sighed, scooting a little farther apart.

You tried not to laugh at his reaction. Placing the pillow underneath your head, you settled as comfortably as you could, covering your legs and feet with the blanket before turning to the side. 

“Goodnight.”

You paid attention to the way the bed shifted. You heard Sanji sigh very quietly; the only reason you even heard it was because he was so close to you. The mattress shifted underneath you again, you knew he had laid down as well. 

“Goodnight, darling.”

When he turned off the light of the nightstand, the warmth coming from him gained your complete attention, and you took a few deep breaths before attempting to sleep, despite your own temperature starting to rise. 

Very hard to doze off when anything and everything startled you. It was difficult enough that you could feel his body behind you, even if he wasn’t touching you at all. You just were incredibly aware of how close he was. 

The sound of the storm outside was bothering you as well. 

You tried to find the peace that was required to sleep, but any slight movement was enough for your mind to drift off. You felt Sanji move, turning as he tried to sleep. Were you bothersome for him? Was your own body heat bothering him? You even heard him sigh a few times until it was completely quiet, except for the occasional rumbling of a strong wind outside.

After a while, you turned around, facing the ceiling. You turned your head to look at Sanji; he had also turned his back to you, and it was your turn to pout. He was too distracting even when you couldn’t even see him. His hair was pretty, though, and you satisfied yourself with that. 

The lighting brightened the room occasionally, making you gasp the one time a roaring thunder happened alongside it. 

“Can’t sleep?” 

Sanji’s soft voice made you jolt, and you looked for him in the dark. You didn’t notice when he turned to face you, but he was gazing at you so intensely, his one visible eye gleaming, it made you nervous. 

“Yeah… Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” 

“I wasn’t asleep, no need to apologize.” Sanji smiled, sitting up against the headboard before turning on the light by the bedside. 

You watched him look for a cigarette by the nightstand before lighting it up and taking a firm puff. Smoke filled the air when he breathed it out. You hated, sometimes, that he was so attractive when he smoked. 

“Smoking is bad for you.” You commented flatly. 

A stupid, completely idiotic thing to comment on; Sanji had smoked since before you even met him. There hasn’t been one moment when he even considered not smoking. However, you couldn’t help yourself. 

He laughed quietly, gazing at you with a fond eye that made you melt. 

You didn’t know what prompted you to do what you were about to do, but you didn’t question it. You reached for the cigarette, taking it from his lips and bringing it to your own. Sanji looked at you, completely wide-eyed, as you took a deep breath of the smoke into your mouth.

You didn’t exactly know how to smoke, it was inevitable you’d start coughing. 

“This is awful!” You said, trying to catch your breath. 

Sanji laughed nervously when you handed him his cigarette back. You eyed him curiously while recovering from the dumbassery you just pulled, and saw him wipe the blood suddenly dripping from his nose with his robe. 

It was your turn to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, visibly nervous. 

“Nothing. Pervert.” Your tone had no malice, only playfulness. 

“You’re the one who took my cigarette,” Sanji replied, agitated by what just happened. “Nonetheless, I’m blessed now that this has touched your lips.”

It was your turn to feel blood rapidly flowing towards your cheeks. You started to feel a little weak in the knees, and luckily you were laying down, because the need to reach out and touch him was there. 

Your gaze remained on Sanji as he took a deep drag on his cigarette. It was possibly the hottest you ever felt. You had never done something like that, but you understood why he got a nosebleed when you saw him wrapped his lips around the foot, the same place where your own lips had been.

As you considered maybe taking a risk within these four walls, he turned to look at you with a fondness in his eyes you had rarely seen. He usually reserved those for Nami (or so you thought).

“What?” You asked with a timid smile. 

“You’re beautiful.” Sanji said, breathlessly. 

Taken aback and embarrassed, you were momentarily reminded that he was like that with every gorgeous woman. 

It wasn’t real. 

“I’m sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?” He asked, noticing the change in your expression.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“Do what, love?” Sanji asked, looking at you with concern as he noticed your trepidation.

“You know… Flirting, complimenting me.”

“I should always tell you how beautiful you are.” He replied with a chuckle. 

“It’s just…”

“If it truly bothers you, I’ll tone it do-”

“I don’t think it’s true.”

There was a moment of silence, except for an unusually loud thunder that broke the atmosphere. 

Sanji stared at you with a frown, and you were nervous about what he was going to say. You weren’t fishing for compliments or validation. You simply didn’t feel like your appearance was deserving of all the things he said (especially when Nami and Robin were far more beautiful), in addition to the fact that you didn’t believe most of the words that came out of his mouth. 

“You don’t think you’re beautiful?” His face showed sincere uneasiness. You only eyed him briefly in response. “I fear I don't actually say it enough then.”

“Don’t be silly.” You scoffed, amused. “It’s fine, I appreciate your words but-”

Sanji exhaled the smoke towards the side, avoiding your face, as he laid down beside you, propping himself up with one arm. Your face felt warm with how close he was, and you were glad the room was dim-litted, or else he'd have inevitably noticed how nervous you were. 

“I meant it every time I have said you’re gorgeous and beautiful and sweet-”

“Okay, okay!”

“I think I should say it more to convince you!” Sanji grinned roguishly. In your anxious state, you couldn’t come up with anything to say as he took your hand in his, squeezing it affectionately. “Your beauty knows no bounds. Your freckles are like stars on a clear night. Your smile lights up the entire room.”

You cringed at the incredibly eloquent speech he was using, sinking more into the mattress. 

But the action that made your heart flutter was the kiss he placed on the top of your hand. 

“Sanji.”

“Yes?”

“The neutral zone.”

“Oh.” He pouted, shoulders drooping. 

He didn’t let go of your hand so quickly, running his fingers over your knuckles and giving it one last squeeze before letting go.

“I truly meant every single word.” Sanji added, voice so serious that it made you look at him with surprise. There had been only a handful of moments when he stopped acting like a simp around you, and this one was making your stomach turn. “It pains me that a wonderful woman like you doesn’t see her own beauty. You’re even kind, strong, always looking out for all of us instead of yourself. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

Your eyes were as big as flying saucers when you stared at him. Everything indicated that he was dead serious about what he just said. 

When Sanji took a long drag on the cigarette, you had to look away. 

Maybe you were overthinking. Maybe it was time to admit, at least for that one night, that not only did you find him attractive, but that you also wanted to touch him in the most sinful way. 

“You know… Maybe it’s not a bad idea to violate the neutral zone for tonight.”

You yelped, bewildered, when Sanji was suddenly on top of you, practically caging you to the mattress, as soon as that last word left your mouth. 

“Do you mean that?!” He almost yelled, and you could actually see his pupils turn into little hearts.

“For tonight!” You repeated, afraid you’d break so easily underneath his gaze.

Sanji gasped, delighted, and leaned down to get even closer, only to realize he still had his cigarette in his mouth. You watched, amused and in shock, as he pulled back enough to spit it out to the other side of the room before burying his face in your neck. A giggle escaped your lips, and you ignored the fact that what he did was a hazard (in hopes that the room wouldn’t catch on fire).

Your laugh soon turned into pleasant hums when he began peppering the skin of your neck with kisses. His fingers tangled in your hair, caressing it as if you were the most delicate being. You ran your hands up his back, feeling the soft fabric of the robe underneath your fingertips, just as he pulled back enough to gaze at you. 

“Can I?” Sanji asked, focusing on your lips. 

“Yes.”

It all seemed to be happening in slow motion. He softly pressed his lips against yours in a sweet first kiss, and it completely took your breath away. It was delicate, experimental, just lips pressing together, but it made you all the more weak. 

As you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, Sanji pulled back only to press another kiss to your lips. And another. And another. 

“Sanji!” Another giggle escaped you the more he kept on kissing you. 

“Oh, baby! Sweetheart! I can’t believe I get to do this with you!” He exclaimed, trailing kisses down your jaw. When he sneaked one arm around your waist to play with the tie on your robe, he pulled away to look at you with pleading eyes. “Can I take this off?”

“You don’t have to ask every time, honey.” You replied with a smile. 

“Okay, y-yeah, okay…” 

With a peck to your lips, Sanji sat back between your legs as he undid your robe with nervous fingers. 

You had forgotten that you had no underwear until the moment you saw his eyes bulged out of their sockets at the sight of your bare skin. 

“No underwear?!” He cried out, covering his nose as blood splurted out. You only giggled in response; he was anything but dull. 

With his hands on your hips, Sanji kept staring with a wide-eyed gaze, drinking in all your curves, in all your naked glory. Feeling a little self conscious, you tugged at his sleeve, urging him to do something. 

“J-Just a minute, I wanna admire you a little longer…”

You scoffed, taking the opportunity to undo the tie on his robe while he leered. Once you opened it up, you licked your lips at the sight of his chiseled torso. It was your turn to stare as you softly ran your fingers down his chest and abdomen. There was a prominent bulge in his boxers that made that warm knot in your belly bloom. You were curious and more than eager to feel his cock in your hand.

Before you could pull down his underwear, Sanji pressed his body to yours. Squeezing your chest in his hands, he planted open mouth kisses on your cleavage. 

“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He praised you as his lips wandered down your chest. “More beautiful than what I had imagined.”

You were about to ask him more about whatever scenario he had imagined prior to this, but his tongue licking one of your nipples emptied your mind. You moaned softly, arching your back when he wrapped his lips around it, eagerly suckling on your sensitive skin. A jolt of pleasure traveled up your spine as he pinched your other nipple, and you couldn’t help but spill all kinds of noises. He was definitely enthusiastic about you, groping, licking and sucking with a burning passion that made your body burn up underneath him. 

It was insane how dripping wet you already were. Maybe you were the pervert; you felt like you were on fire just from him playing with your tits.

“I need to kiss every freckle on your soft skin.” Sanji trailed his lips down your abdomen, kissing around your belly button, ripping a breathy giggle from your mouth. He focused his eyes on your face with a grin. “The sounds you make! I can’t wait to hear more of your wonderful voice.”

You hated how good Sanji was with his praises, it was like he knew what you liked before you even told him anything. 

Running his tongue down your lower abdomen, he grazed his teeth on your belly, making you squirm. You gasped when you felt his breath right above your pussy. 

"I want to taste you so badly." Sanji pleaded, with a gleam in his eyes you’ve never seen before. Full of lust and almost desperate, serious, like he might die if you were to deny him such pleasure. 

Sitting back on your elbows, you gently ran your fingers through his hair, pushing it back so you could see his pretty face and meet his gaze, and spread your legs enough to present your glistening lips for him to see how keen you were. 

“Then do it.”

With a gasp, Sanji darted out his tongue, not wasting any time. You both moaned simultaneously, loud and lewd, when he drew a stripe with his tongue, from your pussy all the way up to your clit. Your hips jerked up in response, searching for more.

With a newfound confidence once he perceived your desire, he wrapped an arm around your abdomen, grabbing and kneading your belly as he dived in for more. Licking up your pussy again, tasting your arousal, he groaned wantonly. His mouth found your clit in an instant, and your hips bucked against the warmth of his lips. Bursts of pleasure pulsed through your body, making your thighs quiver with every lick and kiss he gave. 

You tried to keep your eyes fixed on Sanji as he fervently ate you out, but his warm tongue and soft lips were making you roll your eyes back. Even he seemed to be lost in his own pleasure, groaning and humming as he slid his tongue over every inch of your pussy, like you were the first meal he had after wandering the dessert for years. 

You threw your head back with a gasp when he plunged a finger inside you. Your hand twisted in his hair, pulling hard enough to let him know that you were beyond pleased with his actions. He moaned in the most sinful way, as if he was the one getting pleasured. 

Have you discovered just how good Sanji was at giving head? You couldn’t believe your own luck the more he suckled on your clit, leaving you completely breathless. Once he added a second finger, curling them inside just right, you couldn’t control the desperate whine that spilled from your mouth. His touch added more to the knot in your abdomen, heat increasing more and more every time he pumped his fingers. 

When he pulled his mouth away from you, you’d have protested if it wasn’t for the fact that his fingers still kept going, sliding in and out steadily as he pressed his thumb to your clit. You let go of his hair, holding onto his wrist instead, squeezing it hard when he stroked that sweet spot that made you see stars. 

Sanji crawled back up to you, fingering you with a hard and fast rhythm, as he kissed your neck. 

“Does it feel good, princess?” He breathed, gazing at you with eyes blown by lust. 

“Yeah…” You replied, barely able to hold eye contact. 

In your haze, you took the opportunity to reach inside his underwear and wrap your fingers around his cock. Sanji visibly shuddered and his fingers faltered inside your pussy. You couldn’t see it but his dick was warm, hard and wet with precum. It pleased you to know that you couldn’t wrap your hand around it. You moaned, desperately, once you felt him twitch enthusiastically in your fist. 

“Fuck…” He cursed, kissing you promptly. 

The kiss was full of unrestrained lust, tongue gliding inside your mouth as he moaned desperately. You accepted it, tasting yourself and the nicotine on his lips, getting even more wet, dripping your slick down his fingers. 

You twisted your hand around his cock, slowly pumping it once, twice, before Sanji promptly stopped moving his hand to take a hold of your wrist. 

“Wait-” He begged, breathing heavily. You thought you might have hurt him, but when he rested his forehead against yours, you knew better. “I’m gonna come if you keep going…”

With a chuckle, you kissed him again, soft and sweet. 

“If that’s the case,” You pushed at his shoulders, sitting up. “Then, I wanna be on top.”

The look on his face was one of the funniest expressions you’ve ever seen in him (and he had done many during the years). He gaped at you with eyes close to popping out as soon as he heard your last words, and he didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands. His disheveled hair was a nice addition, thanks to your own ministrations. 

“Ye-Yeah, however you want me, sweetheart!” Sanji managed to get out, swiftly shrugging off his robe before lying down on the bed to let you do as you pleased. 

You bit your lip, nervous and excited, as you took off your own robe. As you straddled him, you seized the chance to admire his naked body. Sturdy chest, defined abs with dips and curves that you traced with your fingertips. A wonderful cock, long, lean, flushed at the tip, and leaking precum. The thought of maybe sucking him off crossed your mind, but you figured it was better for the both of you to have him inside your pussy. 

Hovering above him, you couldn’t wait anymore and quickly guided his length to your entrance. Sanji had prepped you well, and once the tip was pushed inside you, you both let out a relieved moan. In one slick motion, you slid his cock inside, taking him to the hilt. 

You let out a stuttered whimper. The warmth that had grown in your lower abdomen felt close to bursting. Maybe you were close to your release sooner than you expected, too. 

His hands gripped your hips firmly, chest heaving as he took in the view of your body on top of his. Sanji panted like a wounded animal, leering at you intensely. A very quiet curse ripped from his lips the longer you took to move. You lingered for a moment, hands bracing on his chest, reveling in the feeling of his dick, warm and twitching inside your pussy. 

When his fingers dug into the flesh of your waist, a fire lit up inside you. You rolled your hips experimentally, and the fullness of his dick made you dizzy. 

“Oh my God…” Sanji moaned, low and desperate, sliding his hands down your legs to squeeze the fat of your thighs. 

He held onto you like you might slip away and disappear any second. It made you feel all the more desirable, especially when he kept looking at you with wide eyes and his jaw hanging open. 

Lifting your hips, you began bouncing yourself on his cock. The way it stretched you out, how hot it was to feel it pulsing inside you. It all made you lightheaded. You threw your head back with a cry, lost in your own pleasure. 

Leaning back, bracing yourself with your hands on his thighs, you dragged out a moan when you felt the tip of his dick hit your cervix. It was a better angle, stroking your most sensitive spot, going even deeper than you thought was possible. Dropping your hips down on his thighs, you fucked yourself over and over, tits bouncing with your every move. 

“Feels so good…” You breathed out, mind going blank with how good his cock was. 

You had easily pushed shame and insecurity towards the back of your mind. Sanji’s dick was so good it made you forget whatever doubts you had, but also his words, his praises, his touch, they had smoothed over your edges, and you let yourself go. 

When his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, hard to the point of bruising, you gazed at him, and almost tumbled over when you noticed his nose was bleeding. 

“Sanji!” You cried, worried and amused, as you reached for one of the robes. 

“What…?” He asked, completely oblivious.

“You’re bleeding!”

You tried not to laugh at how funny he looked as he sat up; completely dazed, eyes wide open with hearts instead of pupils, and a full on nosebleed. His face was red as you pressed the fabric to his nose, snickering quietly. 

“Keep it together, I don’t know how I would explain to the guys that you died like this!”

“Who cares?” Sanji grinned, squeezing your waist in appreciation. “I just couldn’t find the right words to describe your beauty, princess.”

“So you got a nosebleed instead?”

“Couldn’t be helped.” He shrugged when you discarded the robe to the side after cleaning up the blood.

“I left you speechless? That’s a first.” You teased him. 

“You just drive me crazy, my love.”

Sanji promptly kissed you, holding tightly onto you as his cock fluttered inside your pussy, making your heart flutter as well. You moaned and returned the kiss with a smile, thighs quivering against his hips. 

Grinding down on him, you tried to pick up the pace with the same intensity you had moments ago. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, steading yourself as he kissed your neck, groaning against your skin once you found your previous rhythm, hips swiftly slamming down. 

With every roll of your hips, Sanji panted, gasped and grunted. The noises that slipped from his lips made you even wetter. The storm outside still rumbled with thunder, but it didn’t compare to the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin inside the room. 

“You’re perfect.” The whine that escaped him gave away how completely lost he was in the warm sensation of your pussy. He held firmly onto you, grabbing and kneading your ass as you rode him. 

You decided (maybe against your better judgement, but who could blame you when his thick cock was inside you?) to admit to something you had never said out loud. 

“You feel better than what I imagined.” You moaned into his ear, low and sultry.

You felt the way Sanji tensed up underneath you, and you were pleased when he let out a nervous, breathy laughter that turned into a groan, like he couldn’t believe what you just confessed. As a reward, he sneaked his hand between your bodies to earnestly stroke your clit.

Shuddering at the sudden burst of pleasure, you dug your fingernails into his back, ripping a moan from his throat. His fingers had brought you closer to an orgasm before, and it would only take so long until you got there again. You wanted to make it last. You had been holding off for a while, trying to enjoy this moment for as long as you could, but you couldn’t contain it anymore. 

When his hips bucked up into you, ramming his cock hard enough to reach the deepest spot inside, the warm knot in your abdomen snapped. Your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave. It completely overwhelmed you, like fire burning through your body. Your vision turned white as your toes curled and you quivered uncontrollably.

“Fuck, baby,” Sanji panted, staring at you, memorizing your expression as you came. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

The way your pussy clenched bought him closer to the edge, and soon enough, he was groaning while his hips thrust up unsteadily.

“Where do I…?” He asked with an imploring gleam in his eyes, while he still retained some kind of common sense. 

“Anywhere you want.”

You knew Sanji wouldn’t think of pulling out, and you didn’t want him to. 

His hips stuttered when he came, a grunt ripping from his throat as he pumped out his load. His cock pulsed as his cum filled you to the brim, and you couldn’t help the whimper you let out, overstimulated from your recent orgasm. 

“Fuck, thank you.” Sanji groaned against your neck, rolling his hips to ride out his bliss. 

It was amusing and endearing that he was thanking you, you could only manage to stroke his hair as a response. 

You yelped when Sanji tumbled backwards onto the bed, bringing you down with him, still keeping his arms tightly wrapped around you. His cock slipped out, making you both hiss as his cum leaked from your pussy, down your thighs. 

His grip on you only loosened after a beat, and you pushed yourself off with wobbly arms to lie beside him. You were still trying to catch your breath when he turned to you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“You’re so pretty when you come.” His words were warm as he squeezed your side, looking at you with so much affection that it made your heart skip several beats. “You’re beautiful all the time but… Thank you for letting me come inside you.”

His praises rolled out of his tongue like they would any other day, but even you could tell that he was being genuine, not the usual over the top compliments he gave when he was being dramatic. It captivated you all over again.

“You don’t have to thank me for that.” You said with a giggle, though your cheeks were warm with embarrassment. 

Sanji planted a brief kiss on your lips that surprised you before he got off the bed. As you fluffed the pillow to get back to the shape it originally was before you fucked each other, he returned with a wet towel and a glass of water. 

You gladly hydrated yourself as he cleaned you up. Your face got even hotter when you noticed how much he stared at your pussy, still oozing out a few drops of cum. 

“Pervert.” You smiled in jest, poking the side of his head with your foot. 

With a grin, Sanji caught your ankle, planting a kiss on your foot’s sole. 

You giggled when he crawled up to you, putting the empty glass on the nightstand before kissing you softly. It was sweet, tongues gliding together as you hummed, cupping his face and caressing his cheeks, feeling his stubble with your fingertips. He ran his hands up and down your sides, kneading every curve of your body. 

Afterwards, you laid in a somewhat comfortable silence, curling beside him as he lit up a cigarette while keeping an arm around your shoulders. It had been a while since you were intimate with anyone; you were utterly spent, muscles pleasantly aching, and a certain soreness beginning to grow between your legs. 

You eyed him carefully as he took a long drag of his cigarette. You didn’t know how you’d be able to face him again and act normal after that night. You didn’t have a lot of experience, but you knew enough to reckon that Sanji had given you the best orgasm ever. Once the sun came out, whatever spell that was between the two of you would be broken. And you tried not to let panic settle in.  

Sanji could probably feel your anxiety, or that’s what you thought when he suddenly kissed the top of your head. 

“We can keep this to ourselves, if you’re uncomfortable.” He said, and you gazed up at him with a lot more hurt in your eyes than you’d like to admit. He could hardly miss that, and immediately went on. “Or… I’d be happy to do it again, my love, whenever and however you want me.”

You smiled, big and warm. 

“You still have a lot of freckles I wanna count with my lips.” Sanji added with a grin, letting you know how much he still desired you. “I didn’t get the chance to complete that task, princess.”

“Well, then.” You leaned up, pressing a loud, mushy kiss to his lips. “Whenever and however I want you, you say?”

As the sun came out the next day and you woke up with his arms around your body, his lips on your shoulders, certainly doing the task of kissing your freckles, you realized that everything had been real.

[staying-soft-reactions]

yasss finally someone who writes for my king kin'emon!!!--how are you linking the wano arc so far??? also could I ask for a reaction of the Straw Hats/Allies if you told them you had a wet dream about them? you're choice on the explicitness, thank you mari! 🖖

(Straw Hats & Allies) M!One Piece x Chubby Fem!Reader: You tell them you had a wet dream about them.

content warning/themes (MDNI - 19+ only): established relationship/situationship, sexual tension, implied!sexual intercourse, flirtation/teasing, suggestive dialogue/actions, dirty talk, grinding, neck kissing, mutual attraction, subby barto because I said so

featuring: monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, sanji, usopp, franky, trafalgar law, portgas d. ace, sabo, bartolomeo, kin'emon, corazon

a/n: Hey there, thanks for reading my rules and for your request! I haven't gotten too far into the Wano arc yet but I'm enjoying it!! Hope you enjoy!~

Monkey D. Luffy

You didn't know why you said it. Maybe because he was sitting cross-legged on the bed, stealing bites of the snack you'd been saving, looking so utterly unbothered while you were still flushed and restless from a dream that woke you up aching. "Hey Luffy, I had a dream about you last night..." He glanced over, cheeks stuffed. "Yeah? Was I fighting someone cool?" You shook your head. "Not that kind of dream, Luffy." His chewing stopped. You watched the realization travel across his face, slow and then all at once as his eyes went wide. Not going to lie, you were kinda impressed he connected the dots. The food was forgotten. He swallowed hard, "What kind, then?"

"The kind where you were on top of me," you said, surprisingly calm. "The kind where I woke up saying your name." He dropped the snack entirely and closed the distance between you, his hands were on your waist and his forehead was pressed to yours. "Tell me more." His breathing had gone ragged. "Show me what I did..." You opened your mouth to respond but he slammed his lips against you instead. When he pulled back, his pupils were blown wide. "Actually I wanna make it real. Right now."

Roronoa Zoro

He was cleaning his swords when you settled onto the bed behind him, watching the practiced movements of his hands. The words slipped out before you could second-guess them. "I dreamed about you last night." He grunted, not looking up. "Okay. And?" You leaned closer, mouth near his ear. "You had me pinned against the floor and your hand was over my mouth so the crew wouldn't hear." His hands stopped moving. The cloth hovered over the blade, before he slowly set the sword aside and turned his head. "What else."

You felt the tension in the air and your pulse kicked up. "You told me to be quiet," you continued. "But I couldn't, because you were..." You trailed off deliberately. In one fluid motion he twisted and pinned you to the mattress, his body weight pressing you down. "Because. I. Was. What." His voice was rough, his mouth hovering just above yours. "Finish the sentence." You arched up against him, dragging your lips across his jaw. "Why don't you figure it out yourself?~" His control snapped as his lips devoured yours, hungry with want. "You've got a smart mouth," he muttered against your lips, biting the bottom one hard as grinded his hips against yours. "Let's see if you can still use it when I'm done with you."

Sanji

He was plating dinner when you said it all too casually. "You were in my dreams last night." His hands kept moving, arranging garnishes with practiced precision. "Oh? I hope I was cooking you something exquisite, my love." You leaned against the counter, watching him. "Oh you weren't cooking in a literal sense." Something in your tone made him pause. "You had me sitting on this counter. Your head was between my thighs." The plate clattered. His cigarette nearly fell from his lips. When he turned to look at you, his eyes were blown wide and his composure was visibly cracking. "You…" He swallowed. "Could you repeat that?"

"Wish I could, but I woke up before I finished," you added with a little shrug. He abandoned the food entirely, crossing to you in three quick strides, and his hands trembled slightly as they settled on your hips. "That's criminal," he breathed, lifting you onto the counter like you weighed nothing. "An absolute crime against you." He stepped between your thighs, fingers tracing up to the hem of your shorts. "I need to fix this immediately." His mouth dragged along your jaw, your throat, lower. "Tell me everything, every detail." You tangled your fingers in his hair. "I think I'd rather you improvise." He groaned against your shoulder, already sinking to his knees. "Your wish is my command. And I promise you'll finish this time ♥"

Usopp

You waited until he was tinkering with one of his gadgets, tongue poking out in concentration, before you struck. "Hey, Usopp. I had a dream about you." He didn't look up, fiddling with a tiny spring. "Was I saving a whole island? Fighting a sea king? I do that a lot in people's dreams, you know." You hummed, moving closer. "Actuallllyy, you were in my bed. On top of me. Making me say your name over and over." A spring went flying. His whole body froze, and when he finally turned to face you, his cheeks were burning crimson. "You--What--I was--Huh!?"

You could see him short-circuiting. "We didn't make it past you pinning my hands down before I woke up though," you continued, letting your gaze drag down his body and back up. "Such a shame." He made a strangled noise. "You're messing with me. This is a prank! You're pranking me right now!!" You closed the distance between you, backing him against his workbench. "Does this feel like a prank?" You took his hands and placed them on your hips. His fingers gripped reflexively. "Oh god," he whispered, voice cracking. "Oh god, this is real." You leaned in until your lips brushed his ear. "Want to help me see how it ends?~" His hands were already pulling you closer. "I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing but yes, yes, absolutely yes."

Franky

He was adjusting something on his arm, metal clicking into place, when you dropped onto the bench beside him. "Guess what? Had a dream about you last night." He grinned without looking up. "Course you did. Hard not to dream about a SUPER guy like me." You traced a finger along the seam where steel met skin on his bicep. "You had me bent over your workbench. Those big hands of yours holding me so tight I couldn't move." The clicking stopped and he looked at you, behind his sunglasses you could see his eyebrows climbing. "Come again?"

"Didn't make it that far unfortunately..." you implied subtley, pressing your thigh against his. "Woke up right when you were telling me how pretty I looked under you." A full-body shudder ran through him, and when he spoke, "That so?" His massive hand closed over your thigh, squeezing before he lifted you onto his lap, settling you so you could feel exactly what your words had done to him. "Sounds like your subconscious knows what it wants," he said as his mouth found your neck. "And baby, I am a craftsman. I don't leave projects unfinished." Your hips rolled against his and he groaned, grip tightening on your curves. "I'll make sure you get to the SUPER ending this time around."

Trafalgar Law

He was halfway through a medical text when you sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for him to acknowledge you. He didn't. You expected that. "I had a dream about you last night." His eyes stayed fixed on the page. "Congratulations." You lay back against his pillows, letting your shirt ride up. "You were being so mean in it. Had my wrists pinned above my head with one hand. Kept telling me I had to behave." His reading slowed. You could tell because his eyes stopped moving. "Every time I got close, you'd pull back and wait until I calmed down. Over and over. Hell, I was practically crying by the end..."

Silence stretched. Then he closed the book, removed his hat, and set both aside. "And why are you telling me this because..." His voice was quiet. You recognized that tone and smirked to yourself. "Because I thought maybe you'd want see if you could do better." He moved then, one hand pressing your shoulder, pushing you down into the mattress when you tried to rise. His face hovered above yours, utterly impassive except for the heat in his gaze. "You came in here to tease me." His thumb traced a slow circle against your hip. "Interrupting my reading. Provoking me." His knee pushed your thighs apart. "I don't think you've thought this through..."

Portgas D. Ace

He was sprawled out beside you, half-asleep and radiating heat like a furnace, when you rolled onto your side and poked his cheek. "Hey. I had a dream about you." His eyes cracked open, lazy and unfocused. "Mmm. Good dream?" You traced a finger down his chest, watching goosebumps rise despite the warmth of his skin. "You could say that, you had me pinned against the wall of your cabin. Couldn't keep your hands off of me." He was fully awake now, dark eyes tracking the movement of your fingers. "And you kept telling me how good I felt. Wouldn't let me look away from you the whole time~"

He caught your wandering hand, bringing your fingers to his mouth and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. The playful grin you expected didn't come, as he watched you intensely instead. "That all?" His voice had dropped lower. "You woke me up just to tell me half a story?" He tugged you closer, rolling so you were beneath him, his muscle and heat pressing you into the mattress. "Seems a bit unfair." His mouth found the hollow of your throat. "I think you need to tell me the rest." You arched into him. "Maaaybee I don't remember the rest." He laughed against your skin, the sound rough and promising. "Then I guess we'll have to make something up as we go." His hips settled between your thighs and your mind went blank. "Don't worry though. I've got plenty of ideas."

Sabo

He was reviewing reports at his desk, gloves off, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and the sight of his bare forearms was what finally made you speak. "Oh yeah, I had a dream about you last night." He hummed, not looking up. "Hopefully not a nightmare." You crossed the room and settled yourself on the edge of his desk, pushing papers aside. That got his attention. "You had me right here. On this desk. Though you wearing more clothes than I would personally prefer." His pen stopped moving. "And you kept your gloves on the whole time."

His eyes lifted to meet yours, and the polite smile he usually wore had vanished entirely. "You're sitting on classified intelligence." His voice was mild, but his gaze wasn't. "I know." You leaned back on your palms, letting your legs fall open just slightly. "Seemed important enough to interrupt." He set the pen down, stood up, and stepped between your knees. His bare hands settled on your thighs, "You came all the way here to tell me about a dream..." One hand slid higher. "Sat on my work..." Higher still. "And now you're all but presenting yourself to me." He leaned in until his mouth brushed your ear. "I think you wanted more than just to talk about it." You grabbed his collar and pulled him closer. "Took you long enough to figure that out." His laugh was soft and heated. "Let me make up for the delay."

Bartolomeo

He was carving your name into the railing of his ship when you found him, adding another heart to the collection already scarred into the wood. His face was flushed, movements frantic, and when he saw you he nearly dropped the knife. "I had a dream about you!!!" he blurted before you could speak. "We were right here under the stars and you were leaning on my shoulder and then I kissed you and it was perfect and then I woke up and I can't stop thinking about it so I had to carve more hearts because--" He ran out of air, chest heaving, ears crimson.

You took the knife from his trembling fingers and set it aside. "That's where yours ended? The kiss?" He nodded desperately. You stepped closer, backing him against the railing, and guided his hands to your hips. "I had the same dream. But mine... didn't stop there." His fingers dug into your curves. "It didn't?" You shook your head slowly, mouth grazing his jaw. "Mine ended with me on top of you. And I woke up praising your name." A broken whine escaped him as he hauled you against him, one hand sliding to the small of your back, the other cupping your face. "Common, I need to know how it goes!" he managed, voice wrecked. "Please--Show me what shoulda happened next." You nipped at his bottom lip. "Only if you'll be a good boy for me."

Kin'emon

He was polishing his blade when you knelt beside him, close enough that your shoulder brushed his. He acknowledged you with a dignified nod, ever the proper samurai. "I dreamt about you last night." His hand paused mid-stroke. "Oh? I hope it was an honorable vision." You let your fingers trail along his knee. "You were very honorable. At first." The cloth stopped moving. "You had loosened my robes yourself. Kept telling me how beautiful I looked spread out beneath you. Called me yours between every kiss." A strangled sound escaped his throat and his ears went pink.

"That is…" He cleared his throat roughly. "That is quite a dream." His composure was cracking, you could see it in the tightness of his jaw, the way his knuckles had gone white around the hilt of his sword. "I couldn't help but wake up wanting," you murmured, leaning closer until your lips brushed the shell of his ear. "Wanting you~♥" The blade clattered to the floor. His hands seized your waist with a desperation that contradicted his carefully maintained dignity, pulling you into his lap. "You should not say such things to a man and expect him to remain composed." His mouth found yours hungerily. "I am bound by honor to make reality exceed your dreams. Allow me to demonstrate my dedication."

Corazon

He was half-asleep on the couch, when you settled on top of him. His eyes cracked open, that gentle smile finding you before he noticed your expression. "I had a dream about you last night." He tilted his head, curious. "You finally stopped being so careful with me. Had me underneath you like I have you right now. Your hands weren't gentle either. And you kept your mouth on my throat so you could feel every sound I made."

He sat up slowly, and you watched him press two fingers to your lips. The world outside went silent, that familiar hush of his power cocooning you both. But inside the bubble, sound remained. "Say that again." His voice was rough from disuse, and the sound of it made your thighs press together. "I want to hear you say it when no one else can." You rolled your hips against his, making his breath catch. "I dreamed about you losing control," you murmured against his jaw. " And I woke up aching for it." His hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him. "No one can hear us now, dear." he said, low and intent. "So don't hold back. I want every sound you make."

a/n: ngl I think I cooked with Ace and Sabo

[flightofthejackdaw]

TOEI WHEN I CATCH YOU TOEI

EVERY EPISODE OF ELBAF

SANJI HAS A PERV EXPRESSION THAT HE DIDN’T HAVE IN THE MANGA

I AM FED UP

THIS IS SO FUCKING ANNOYING

WHY ARE THEY SO DESPERATE TO SLANDER MY BOY????

I HATE THIS

I HATE IT

[luxthestrange]

OP Memes#15

[yeowangies]

The Neutral Zone

PAIRING: Sanji/AFAB!Reader. CONTENTS: Only One Bed Trope, Explicit sexual content - Cunnilingus, Fingering, Cowgirl, Smoking (reader attempts to smoke at some point), Praise, Lots of Terms of Endearment, Lots of Dialogue WORDCOUNT: 5650

Summary:

"One bed is one thing, but only one pillow and one blanket?" You sighed in frustration.

Sanji didn’t seem to be having any problem regarding that matter.

Notes:

Inspired by this post.

I've been thinking about this man for way too long (hasn't even been a month). I just need to do this once and I'll get over it, I promise (lying)

I have a few things to say: I never actually finished the manga or the anime, I have just been keeping up with one piece in general, so i'm a little insecure about his characterization, but at the same time it's like. this is how i imagine he is. he's a guy who'd do anything for a kiss basically. And this is also how his dynamic with the reader would be: a little power dynamics, and she's a little more dominant than he is, but it's nothing Big. And lastly, in my mind, this is post time skip sanji, you can obviously imagine him however you want, but it's what i had in mind when I wrote this.

I wanted to go back to writing a little more funny fics like i used, so i had fun and gave sanji 3 nosebleeds during this fic lmaooo

Please enjoy, and if you have a few bucks to spare, considering buying me a kofi!

"One bed is one thing, but only one pillow and one blanket?" You sighed in frustration.

Sanji didn’t seem to be having any problem regarding that matter. He was giddy, you could feel his ecstatic energy as you walked around the room, in hopes of finding a solution you knew wasn’t there. 

“This is the most inconvenient situation we could ever be in!” He claimed with a giant, dopey smile on his face. 

You snorted, trying not to laugh. 

“I can sleep on the floor, if it truly bothers you.” Sanji added after a beat of your silence. 

“That sounds swell!” You grinned mischievously when he visibly deflated, shoulders drooping as he let out a disappointed sigh. “Don’t be ridiculous, no one needs to sleep on the floor, especially if there’s only one blanket.”

“You’re truly an angel!” 

Despite the situation, his smile seemed genuine, and your heart skipped a beat. 

“I’m taking a shower.” You needed to take a step away from the current event that was unfolding, and ignoring whatever lascivious comment Sanji threw your way, you made a beeline for the bathroom. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to share a bed with him. Your contradicting feelings regarding the situation were the actual problem. 

Being paired with the handsome pervert that was Sanji was a complete coincidence. Nami had the pleasure of pairing up the entire crew, and luck made you and Sanji have a grocery shopping date for the rest of the day. He was pleased to be graced with your presence, and made it explicit every time he opened his mouth to talk to you. 

Bless your extremely good luck that paired you up with Sanji for also granting you a heavy storm that broke out just when you were about to go back to the Thousand Sunny. 

You sighed as you washed your face, breathing in and out to calm your nerves. Everything was crystal clear, Sanji wasn’t the one confusing you. Your feelings were to blame, they were completely mixed up in your mind. He acted like that with every beautiful woman he encountered, and you weren’t any different. He did make you feel wanted, but it wasn’t real. You had to remind yourself of that. 

You liked the attention. You weren’t attracted to him at all. 

You repeated that in your mind like a mantra.

Sanji eyed you up and down in the most conspicuous way possible when you stepped out. At least the place you were staying at had good soft robes. 

“How was the shower? Nice and warm?”

“Just go shower!” You replied, exasperated. 

You wanted to get this night over with quickly. Maybe you could retain your mental stability once it was over. 

You laid on the queen size bed once he occupied the bathroom, considering sleeping with just the robe on; it’s not like you had any other option, you didn’t want to dirty your clothes even more. Staring at the ceiling, you tried to calm your nerves. You played with your hair, stared at your nails, bit your lips, listened to the strong wind whistling outside along with the steady tip-tap of the rain. You even briefly wondered what he was thinking; did he expect something from you tonight? It’s not like you gave him any indication that you even find him cute. He was a pervert, maybe he expected a peek. Would he try something? Would he touch you ‘accidentally’?

What was taking him so long?

“Ready to do this, gorgeous?” Sanji asked with a wide smile as he stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a similar robe. 

“To sleep? Yes.” You countered, watching him as he undid his robe, which made you gasp. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m taking off the robe.” He replied flatly, looking at you curiously. “Are you sleeping with it on?”

“Y-Yes!” You wrapped your arms around yourself as blood flowed rapidly to your face. You got a peek of Sanji’s clearly defined abs, along with his heart-themed boxers. Your abdomen tightened in a knot in consequence. 

Damn it, this was pathetic on your part when he was the pervert.  

“Oh.” He pouted, straightening out the robe once again. 

You steadied your breathing as he got into bed right beside you. 

“Do you want the pillow for yourself?” Sanji asked you. He seemed genuinely concerned, with no undertone of lecherousness. 

“We can share-”

“I know you’d be more comfortable with it.” He smiled warmly, handing you the one pillow with the silk pillowcase. “I sleep better without one anyway.”

He was clearly lying, but you let it slide. 

“Thank you.” You looked at him with a glare as he scooted closer. “Sanji, there’s a neutral zone between us, if you cross it, I’ll consider it a direct attack.”

“A direct attack? What does that mean?” He asked with little hearts in his eyes, clearly misinterpreting your words.

“It means I’m throwing you out the window.”

“Fine.” He sighed, scooting a little farther apart.

You tried not to laugh at his reaction. Placing the pillow underneath your head, you settled as comfortably as you could, covering your legs and feet with the blanket before turning to the side. 

“Goodnight.”

You paid attention to the way the bed shifted. You heard Sanji sigh very quietly; the only reason you even heard it was because he was so close to you. The mattress shifted underneath you again, you knew he had laid down as well. 

“Goodnight, darling.”

When he turned off the light of the nightstand, the warmth coming from him gained your complete attention, and you took a few deep breaths before attempting to sleep, despite your own temperature starting to rise. 

Very hard to doze off when anything and everything startled you. It was difficult enough that you could feel his body behind you, even if he wasn’t touching you at all. You just were incredibly aware of how close he was. 

The sound of the storm outside was bothering you as well. 

You tried to find the peace that was required to sleep, but any slight movement was enough for your mind to drift off. You felt Sanji move, turning as he tried to sleep. Were you bothersome for him? Was your own body heat bothering him? You even heard him sigh a few times until it was completely quiet, except for the occasional rumbling of a strong wind outside.

After a while, you turned around, facing the ceiling. You turned your head to look at Sanji; he had also turned his back to you, and it was your turn to pout. He was too distracting even when you couldn’t even see him. His hair was pretty, though, and you satisfied yourself with that. 

The lighting brightened the room occasionally, making you gasp the one time a roaring thunder happened alongside it. 

“Can’t sleep?” 

Sanji’s soft voice made you jolt, and you looked for him in the dark. You didn’t notice when he turned to face you, but he was gazing at you so intensely, his one visible eye gleaming, it made you nervous. 

“Yeah… Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” 

“I wasn’t asleep, no need to apologize.” Sanji smiled, sitting up against the headboard before turning on the light by the bedside. 

You watched him look for a cigarette by the nightstand before lighting it up and taking a firm puff. Smoke filled the air when he breathed it out. You hated, sometimes, that he was so attractive when he smoked. 

“Smoking is bad for you.” You commented flatly. 

A stupid, completely idiotic thing to comment on; Sanji had smoked since before you even met him. There hasn’t been one moment when he even considered not smoking. However, you couldn’t help yourself. 

He laughed quietly, gazing at you with a fond eye that made you melt. 

You didn’t know what prompted you to do what you were about to do, but you didn’t question it. You reached for the cigarette, taking it from his lips and bringing it to your own. Sanji looked at you, completely wide-eyed, as you took a deep breath of the smoke into your mouth.

You didn’t exactly know how to smoke, it was inevitable you’d start coughing. 

“This is awful!” You said, trying to catch your breath. 

Sanji laughed nervously when you handed him his cigarette back. You eyed him curiously while recovering from the dumbassery you just pulled, and saw him wipe the blood suddenly dripping from his nose with his robe. 

It was your turn to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, visibly nervous. 

“Nothing. Pervert.” Your tone had no malice, only playfulness. 

“You’re the one who took my cigarette,” Sanji replied, agitated by what just happened. “Nonetheless, I’m blessed now that this has touched your lips.”

It was your turn to feel blood rapidly flowing towards your cheeks. You started to feel a little weak in the knees, and luckily you were laying down, because the need to reach out and touch him was there. 

Your gaze remained on Sanji as he took a deep drag on his cigarette. It was possibly the hottest you ever felt. You had never done something like that, but you understood why he got a nosebleed when you saw him wrapped his lips around the foot, the same place where your own lips had been.

As you considered maybe taking a risk within these four walls, he turned to look at you with a fondness in his eyes you had rarely seen. He usually reserved those for Nami (or so you thought).

“What?” You asked with a timid smile. 

“You’re beautiful.” Sanji said, breathlessly. 

Taken aback and embarrassed, you were momentarily reminded that he was like that with every gorgeous woman. 

It wasn’t real. 

“I’m sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?” He asked, noticing the change in your expression.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“Do what, love?” Sanji asked, looking at you with concern as he noticed your trepidation.

“You know… Flirting, complimenting me.”

“I should always tell you how beautiful you are.” He replied with a chuckle. 

“It’s just…”

“If it truly bothers you, I’ll tone it do-”

“I don’t think it’s true.”

There was a moment of silence, except for an unusually loud thunder that broke the atmosphere. 

Sanji stared at you with a frown, and you were nervous about what he was going to say. You weren’t fishing for compliments or validation. You simply didn’t feel like your appearance was deserving of all the things he said (especially when Nami and Robin were far more beautiful), in addition to the fact that you didn’t believe most of the words that came out of his mouth. 

“You don’t think you’re beautiful?” His face showed sincere uneasiness. You only eyed him briefly in response. “I fear I don't actually say it enough then.”

“Don’t be silly.” You scoffed, amused. “It’s fine, I appreciate your words but-”

Sanji exhaled the smoke towards the side, avoiding your face, as he laid down beside you, propping himself up with one arm. Your face felt warm with how close he was, and you were glad the room was dim-litted, or else he'd have inevitably noticed how nervous you were. 

“I meant it every time I have said you’re gorgeous and beautiful and sweet-”

“Okay, okay!”

“I think I should say it more to convince you!” Sanji grinned roguishly. In your anxious state, you couldn’t come up with anything to say as he took your hand in his, squeezing it affectionately. “Your beauty knows no bounds. Your freckles are like stars on a clear night. Your smile lights up the entire room.”

You cringed at the incredibly eloquent speech he was using, sinking more into the mattress. 

But the action that made your heart flutter was the kiss he placed on the top of your hand. 

“Sanji.”

“Yes?”

“The neutral zone.”

“Oh.” He pouted, shoulders drooping. 

He didn’t let go of your hand so quickly, running his fingers over your knuckles and giving it one last squeeze before letting go.

“I truly meant every single word.” Sanji added, voice so serious that it made you look at him with surprise. There had been only a handful of moments when he stopped acting like a simp around you, and this one was making your stomach turn. “It pains me that a wonderful woman like you doesn’t see her own beauty. You’re even kind, strong, always looking out for all of us instead of yourself. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

Your eyes were as big as flying saucers when you stared at him. Everything indicated that he was dead serious about what he just said. 

When Sanji took a long drag on the cigarette, you had to look away. 

Maybe you were overthinking. Maybe it was time to admit, at least for that one night, that not only did you find him attractive, but that you also wanted to touch him in the most sinful way. 

“You know… Maybe it’s not a bad idea to violate the neutral zone for tonight.”

You yelped, bewildered, when Sanji was suddenly on top of you, practically caging you to the mattress, as soon as that last word left your mouth. 

“Do you mean that?!” He almost yelled, and you could actually see his pupils turn into little hearts.

“For tonight!” You repeated, afraid you’d break so easily underneath his gaze.

Sanji gasped, delighted, and leaned down to get even closer, only to realize he still had his cigarette in his mouth. You watched, amused and in shock, as he pulled back enough to spit it out to the other side of the room before burying his face in your neck. A giggle escaped your lips, and you ignored the fact that what he did was a hazard (in hopes that the room wouldn’t catch on fire).

Your laugh soon turned into pleasant hums when he began peppering the skin of your neck with kisses. His fingers tangled in your hair, caressing it as if you were the most delicate being. You ran your hands up his back, feeling the soft fabric of the robe underneath your fingertips, just as he pulled back enough to gaze at you. 

“Can I?” Sanji asked, focusing on your lips. 

“Yes.”

It all seemed to be happening in slow motion. He softly pressed his lips against yours in a sweet first kiss, and it completely took your breath away. It was delicate, experimental, just lips pressing together, but it made you all the more weak. 

As you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, Sanji pulled back only to press another kiss to your lips. And another. And another. 

“Sanji!” Another giggle escaped you the more he kept on kissing you. 

“Oh, baby! Sweetheart! I can’t believe I get to do this with you!” He exclaimed, trailing kisses down your jaw. When he sneaked one arm around your waist to play with the tie on your robe, he pulled away to look at you with pleading eyes. “Can I take this off?”

“You don’t have to ask every time, honey.” You replied with a smile. 

“Okay, y-yeah, okay…” 

With a peck to your lips, Sanji sat back between your legs as he undid your robe with nervous fingers. 

You had forgotten that you had no underwear until the moment you saw his eyes bulged out of their sockets at the sight of your bare skin. 

“No underwear?!” He cried out, covering his nose as blood splurted out. You only giggled in response; he was anything but dull. 

With his hands on your hips, Sanji kept staring with a wide-eyed gaze, drinking in all your curves, in all your naked glory. Feeling a little self conscious, you tugged at his sleeve, urging him to do something. 

“J-Just a minute, I wanna admire you a little longer…”

You scoffed, taking the opportunity to undo the tie on his robe while he leered. Once you opened it up, you licked your lips at the sight of his chiseled torso. It was your turn to stare as you softly ran your fingers down his chest and abdomen. There was a prominent bulge in his boxers that made that warm knot in your belly bloom. You were curious and more than eager to feel his cock in your hand.

Before you could pull down his underwear, Sanji pressed his body to yours. Squeezing your chest in his hands, he planted open mouth kisses on your cleavage. 

“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He praised you as his lips wandered down your chest. “More beautiful than what I had imagined.”

You were about to ask him more about whatever scenario he had imagined prior to this, but his tongue licking one of your nipples emptied your mind. You moaned softly, arching your back when he wrapped his lips around it, eagerly suckling on your sensitive skin. A jolt of pleasure traveled up your spine as he pinched your other nipple, and you couldn’t help but spill all kinds of noises. He was definitely enthusiastic about you, groping, licking and sucking with a burning passion that made your body burn up underneath him. 

It was insane how dripping wet you already were. Maybe you were the pervert; you felt like you were on fire just from him playing with your tits.

“I need to kiss every freckle on your soft skin.” Sanji trailed his lips down your abdomen, kissing around your belly button, ripping a breathy giggle from your mouth. He focused his eyes on your face with a grin. “The sounds you make! I can’t wait to hear more of your wonderful voice.”

You hated how good Sanji was with his praises, it was like he knew what you liked before you even told him anything. 

Running his tongue down your lower abdomen, he grazed his teeth on your belly, making you squirm. You gasped when you felt his breath right above your pussy. 

"I want to taste you so badly." Sanji pleaded, with a gleam in his eyes you’ve never seen before. Full of lust and almost desperate, serious, like he might die if you were to deny him such pleasure. 

Sitting back on your elbows, you gently ran your fingers through his hair, pushing it back so you could see his pretty face and meet his gaze, and spread your legs enough to present your glistening lips for him to see how keen you were. 

“Then do it.”

With a gasp, Sanji darted out his tongue, not wasting any time. You both moaned simultaneously, loud and lewd, when he drew a stripe with his tongue, from your pussy all the way up to your clit. Your hips jerked up in response, searching for more.

With a newfound confidence once he perceived your desire, he wrapped an arm around your abdomen, grabbing and kneading your belly as he dived in for more. Licking up your pussy again, tasting your arousal, he groaned wantonly. His mouth found your clit in an instant, and your hips bucked against the warmth of his lips. Bursts of pleasure pulsed through your body, making your thighs quiver with every lick and kiss he gave. 

You tried to keep your eyes fixed on Sanji as he fervently ate you out, but his warm tongue and soft lips were making you roll your eyes back. Even he seemed to be lost in his own pleasure, groaning and humming as he slid his tongue over every inch of your pussy, like you were the first meal he had after wandering the dessert for years. 

You threw your head back with a gasp when he plunged a finger inside you. Your hand twisted in his hair, pulling hard enough to let him know that you were beyond pleased with his actions. He moaned in the most sinful way, as if he was the one getting pleasured. 

Have you discovered just how good Sanji was at giving head? You couldn’t believe your own luck the more he suckled on your clit, leaving you completely breathless. Once he added a second finger, curling them inside just right, you couldn’t control the desperate whine that spilled from your mouth. His touch added more to the knot in your abdomen, heat increasing more and more every time he pumped his fingers. 

When he pulled his mouth away from you, you’d have protested if it wasn’t for the fact that his fingers still kept going, sliding in and out steadily as he pressed his thumb to your clit. You let go of his hair, holding onto his wrist instead, squeezing it hard when he stroked that sweet spot that made you see stars. 

Sanji crawled back up to you, fingering you with a hard and fast rhythm, as he kissed your neck. 

“Does it feel good, princess?” He breathed, gazing at you with eyes blown by lust. 

“Yeah…” You replied, barely able to hold eye contact. 

In your haze, you took the opportunity to reach inside his underwear and wrap your fingers around his cock. Sanji visibly shuddered and his fingers faltered inside your pussy. You couldn’t see it but his dick was warm, hard and wet with precum. It pleased you to know that you couldn’t wrap your hand around it. You moaned, desperately, once you felt him twitch enthusiastically in your fist. 

“Fuck…” He cursed, kissing you promptly. 

The kiss was full of unrestrained lust, tongue gliding inside your mouth as he moaned desperately. You accepted it, tasting yourself and the nicotine on his lips, getting even more wet, dripping your slick down his fingers. 

You twisted your hand around his cock, slowly pumping it once, twice, before Sanji promptly stopped moving his hand to take a hold of your wrist. 

“Wait-” He begged, breathing heavily. You thought you might have hurt him, but when he rested his forehead against yours, you knew better. “I’m gonna come if you keep going…”

With a chuckle, you kissed him again, soft and sweet. 

“If that’s the case,” You pushed at his shoulders, sitting up. “Then, I wanna be on top.”

The look on his face was one of the funniest expressions you’ve ever seen in him (and he had done many during the years). He gaped at you with eyes close to popping out as soon as he heard your last words, and he didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands. His disheveled hair was a nice addition, thanks to your own ministrations. 

“Ye-Yeah, however you want me, sweetheart!” Sanji managed to get out, swiftly shrugging off his robe before lying down on the bed to let you do as you pleased. 

You bit your lip, nervous and excited, as you took off your own robe. As you straddled him, you seized the chance to admire his naked body. Sturdy chest, defined abs with dips and curves that you traced with your fingertips. A wonderful cock, long, lean, flushed at the tip, and leaking precum. The thought of maybe sucking him off crossed your mind, but you figured it was better for the both of you to have him inside your pussy. 

Hovering above him, you couldn’t wait anymore and quickly guided his length to your entrance. Sanji had prepped you well, and once the tip was pushed inside you, you both let out a relieved moan. In one slick motion, you slid his cock inside, taking him to the hilt. 

You let out a stuttered whimper. The warmth that had grown in your lower abdomen felt close to bursting. Maybe you were close to your release sooner than you expected, too. 

His hands gripped your hips firmly, chest heaving as he took in the view of your body on top of his. Sanji panted like a wounded animal, leering at you intensely. A very quiet curse ripped from his lips the longer you took to move. You lingered for a moment, hands bracing on his chest, reveling in the feeling of his dick, warm and twitching inside your pussy. 

When his fingers dug into the flesh of your waist, a fire lit up inside you. You rolled your hips experimentally, and the fullness of his dick made you dizzy. 

“Oh my God…” Sanji moaned, low and desperate, sliding his hands down your legs to squeeze the fat of your thighs. 

He held onto you like you might slip away and disappear any second. It made you feel all the more desirable, especially when he kept looking at you with wide eyes and his jaw hanging open. 

Lifting your hips, you began bouncing yourself on his cock. The way it stretched you out, how hot it was to feel it pulsing inside you. It all made you lightheaded. You threw your head back with a cry, lost in your own pleasure. 

Leaning back, bracing yourself with your hands on his thighs, you dragged out a moan when you felt the tip of his dick hit your cervix. It was a better angle, stroking your most sensitive spot, going even deeper than you thought was possible. Dropping your hips down on his thighs, you fucked yourself over and over, tits bouncing with your every move. 

“Feels so good…” You breathed out, mind going blank with how good his cock was. 

You had easily pushed shame and insecurity towards the back of your mind. Sanji’s dick was so good it made you forget whatever doubts you had, but also his words, his praises, his touch, they had smoothed over your edges, and you let yourself go. 

When his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, hard to the point of bruising, you gazed at him, and almost tumbled over when you noticed his nose was bleeding. 

“Sanji!” You cried, worried and amused, as you reached for one of the robes. 

“What…?” He asked, completely oblivious.

“You’re bleeding!”

You tried not to laugh at how funny he looked as he sat up; completely dazed, eyes wide open with hearts instead of pupils, and a full on nosebleed. His face was red as you pressed the fabric to his nose, snickering quietly. 

“Keep it together, I don’t know how I would explain to the guys that you died like this!”

“Who cares?” Sanji grinned, squeezing your waist in appreciation. “I just couldn’t find the right words to describe your beauty, princess.”

“So you got a nosebleed instead?”

“Couldn’t be helped.” He shrugged when you discarded the robe to the side after cleaning up the blood.

“I left you speechless? That’s a first.” You teased him. 

“You just drive me crazy, my love.”

Sanji promptly kissed you, holding tightly onto you as his cock fluttered inside your pussy, making your heart flutter as well. You moaned and returned the kiss with a smile, thighs quivering against his hips. 

Grinding down on him, you tried to pick up the pace with the same intensity you had moments ago. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, steading yourself as he kissed your neck, groaning against your skin once you found your previous rhythm, hips swiftly slamming down. 

With every roll of your hips, Sanji panted, gasped and grunted. The noises that slipped from his lips made you even wetter. The storm outside still rumbled with thunder, but it didn’t compare to the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin inside the room. 

“You’re perfect.” The whine that escaped him gave away how completely lost he was in the warm sensation of your pussy. He held firmly onto you, grabbing and kneading your ass as you rode him. 

You decided (maybe against your better judgement, but who could blame you when his thick cock was inside you?) to admit to something you had never said out loud. 

“You feel better than what I imagined.” You moaned into his ear, low and sultry.

You felt the way Sanji tensed up underneath you, and you were pleased when he let out a nervous, breathy laughter that turned into a groan, like he couldn’t believe what you just confessed. As a reward, he sneaked his hand between your bodies to earnestly stroke your clit.

Shuddering at the sudden burst of pleasure, you dug your fingernails into his back, ripping a moan from his throat. His fingers had brought you closer to an orgasm before, and it would only take so long until you got there again. You wanted to make it last. You had been holding off for a while, trying to enjoy this moment for as long as you could, but you couldn’t contain it anymore. 

When his hips bucked up into you, ramming his cock hard enough to reach the deepest spot inside, the warm knot in your abdomen snapped. Your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave. It completely overwhelmed you, like fire burning through your body. Your vision turned white as your toes curled and you quivered uncontrollably.

“Fuck, baby,” Sanji panted, staring at you, memorizing your expression as you came. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

The way your pussy clenched bought him closer to the edge, and soon enough, he was groaning while his hips thrust up unsteadily.

“Where do I…?” He asked with an imploring gleam in his eyes, while he still retained some kind of common sense. 

“Anywhere you want.”

You knew Sanji wouldn’t think of pulling out, and you didn’t want him to. 

His hips stuttered when he came, a grunt ripping from his throat as he pumped out his load. His cock pulsed as his cum filled you to the brim, and you couldn’t help the whimper you let out, overstimulated from your recent orgasm. 

“Fuck, thank you.” Sanji groaned against your neck, rolling his hips to ride out his bliss. 

It was amusing and endearing that he was thanking you, you could only manage to stroke his hair as a response. 

You yelped when Sanji tumbled backwards onto the bed, bringing you down with him, still keeping his arms tightly wrapped around you. His cock slipped out, making you both hiss as his cum leaked from your pussy, down your thighs. 

His grip on you only loosened after a beat, and you pushed yourself off with wobbly arms to lie beside him. You were still trying to catch your breath when he turned to you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“You’re so pretty when you come.” His words were warm as he squeezed your side, looking at you with so much affection that it made your heart skip several beats. “You’re beautiful all the time but… Thank you for letting me come inside you.”

His praises rolled out of his tongue like they would any other day, but even you could tell that he was being genuine, not the usual over the top compliments he gave when he was being dramatic. It captivated you all over again.

“You don’t have to thank me for that.” You said with a giggle, though your cheeks were warm with embarrassment. 

Sanji planted a brief kiss on your lips that surprised you before he got off the bed. As you fluffed the pillow to get back to the shape it originally was before you fucked each other, he returned with a wet towel and a glass of water. 

You gladly hydrated yourself as he cleaned you up. Your face got even hotter when you noticed how much he stared at your pussy, still oozing out a few drops of cum. 

“Pervert.” You smiled in jest, poking the side of his head with your foot. 

With a grin, Sanji caught your ankle, planting a kiss on your foot’s sole. 

You giggled when he crawled up to you, putting the empty glass on the nightstand before kissing you softly. It was sweet, tongues gliding together as you hummed, cupping his face and caressing his cheeks, feeling his stubble with your fingertips. He ran his hands up and down your sides, kneading every curve of your body. 

Afterwards, you laid in a somewhat comfortable silence, curling beside him as he lit up a cigarette while keeping an arm around your shoulders. It had been a while since you were intimate with anyone; you were utterly spent, muscles pleasantly aching, and a certain soreness beginning to grow between your legs. 

You eyed him carefully as he took a long drag of his cigarette. You didn’t know how you’d be able to face him again and act normal after that night. You didn’t have a lot of experience, but you knew enough to reckon that Sanji had given you the best orgasm ever. Once the sun came out, whatever spell that was between the two of you would be broken. And you tried not to let panic settle in.  

Sanji could probably feel your anxiety, or that’s what you thought when he suddenly kissed the top of your head. 

“We can keep this to ourselves, if you’re uncomfortable.” He said, and you gazed up at him with a lot more hurt in your eyes than you’d like to admit. He could hardly miss that, and immediately went on. “Or… I’d be happy to do it again, my love, whenever and however you want me.”

You smiled, big and warm. 

“You still have a lot of freckles I wanna count with my lips.” Sanji added with a grin, letting you know how much he still desired you. “I didn’t get the chance to complete that task, princess.”

“Well, then.” You leaned up, pressing a loud, mushy kiss to his lips. “Whenever and however I want you, you say?”

As the sun came out the next day and you woke up with his arms around your body, his lips on your shoulders, certainly doing the task of kissing your freckles, you realized that everything had been real.

[mooncleaver]

He's Kind of Cute.

ღ summary: Your (not so) quiet crush on Sanji through Nami’s eyes

ღ pairing: Sanji x fem!reader

ღ warnings: Disgusting(ly bad) flirting :D not an established relationship but they act like a couple anyway! reader with long-ish hairr, she's chalant af

Nami finds out about your crush on Sanji during girls night. 

You don’t know what was better, when no one knew about this thing you had for him, or having your best friend aware, which meant that you finally had someone else to rave on about Sanji and everything that he is. 

She calls you “lame”, but the truth is that you are helpless. 

You’re seated on a twirly chair in front of the vanity, right foot up on the cushioned surface to better polish your toes. They’re a vivid coral, matching the ones on your fingers. Nami’s lying upside down on her cot across from you, hands behind her head and feet up against the wall like it’s nobody’s business. She's finished her toes already, all coated in a beautiful teal that compliments her hair.

Everything is perfect tonight. As perfect as being bountied pirates on a ship can get. The flower scented candles around the girls’ cabin run warm, making sweetness blossom around the room. Your beds are made perfectly, pillows fluffed up just the way you like it. You and Nami move with an unspoken understanding, of unwinding and finally taking time to yourselves after a day full of adventure. 

The sound of the sea has been quietly lulling the two of you into peace, though you have to delay your sleep for an extra hour of chatting away your complaints.

Girls night always welcomes honesty—when you and Nami can talk about everything the boys would never understand. And she’s being real truthful alright, hand enthusiastically waving around like a maestro to her own words. 

And of course, the current topic of conversation was the blonde, women-loving cook in your crew. 

Nami can be blunt, to say the least. It’s what you appreciate most about her, although you wish she’d soften her words up just a little bit. 

Or maybe try to see him the way you do.

“He’s a lot.”

She’s talking about typical Sanji behavior. The incessant flirting, the hovering and his I-live-to-serve-women attitude, which she’s convinced is some type of overcompensation. 

You definitely don’t think it’s annoying. If anything, you think it’s really sweet that he tries his hardest to impress Nami. 

Matter of fact, you love it when he tries to impress the girls on this ship. Fortunately for you, the only two available ones include an independent, no-bullshit navigator who doesn’t easily fall for his smooth-talking. Now that just leaves him to focus more of his affection onto you, and you absolutely love being the center of his attention.

You bite your lips, trying to hold back your laughter. “I mean, he’s intense for sure.”

She rolls her eyes at your attempts to soften her complaints, and she truly can’t find it in her to understand why you would defend the cook. “Annoying.”

“I think it’s kind of cute.”

A beat of silence. 

And then Nami literally whips her head to face you so fast you’d think you were a treasure made of a trillion berries.

The sight she’s greeted with is one she will never forget. And not in a pleasant way, because you look positively, 100%, absolutely sure about the words you just uttered out of your mouth.

You’re hugging both your legs up to your chest, lips still bitten in a silent restraint. You’re actually melting into yourself, lost somewhere in the clouds as you swing yourself right and left in your chair. 

Where do you even begin? 

From memorizing your likes and dislikes,—and not just about food—attending to your needs, whether you voice them or not, and genuinely wanting to know you for who you are. Sanji somehow manages to embrace who you were, who you are now and who you hope to become in the future, all in the same breath. 

He is never quiet with the way he loves. God forbid he doesn’t worry about others for even one day. He’s dramatic, over-the-top, theatrical. All the synonyms of spectacular you can find in the dictionary. But also grounded, selfless, and so genuine that it makes your teeth ache and your heart clench erratically. 

Sanji treats you with a kind of gentleness that makes you think you’re the most precious diamond in the Blue Sea. You are. To him. He never ceases to convince you of so. 

So it’s an absolute no-brainer that you think he is the one for you. If not the only man ever. And, the fact that you aren’t alone in this fortifies your belief. You and Sanji have your own thing. A quiet game that only you seem to understand the rules of. A kind of connection that isn’t defined by or bound to labels; one that grew from quiet glances and secret smiles. The others may not notice—for now. They’d probably brush it off as you being kind to Sanji and finding genuine friendship in him. 

But you like it that way, and you really, really like him. You don’t need to say it out loud, because you’re sure he knows you do. You’re content with what you have because you can feel it that he reciprocates. 

You are his just as much as he is yours. 

“Say that again.” Nami pumps out the sentence like she can’t believe her own ears. She’s fully upright now, propping her upper body with her hands. She leans towards you as if it’ll make her hear better. 

“I think..” you mimic her pose and lean your chest forward, palms resting on both knees as if preparing to tell her a secret, “—that he’s kind of cute.”

It’s he, now. Not it, anymore. 

God, you are hopeless. And crazy. 

“You’re kidding.” The navigator hits you with the most deadpan stare you’ve ever seen her muster in her life.

Nami tries to look back at all your past interactions with Sanji. From the first time you joined the crew to the most recent ones. Then it all clicks for her—like a puzzle piece to answer a question she’s never bothered to ask. 

It starts with the way you get quiet when Sanji’s around, a secret smile and an undeniable warmth seldom missing from your face. Gosh, you’re so shy when he talks to you sometimes. It’s crazy that it didn’t register to her because you’re typically always so sure of yourself. Then it’s how you never, ever brush off his attempts at flattery. How your sweet compliments always seemed to be drowned out by Luffy’s shouts and Zoro’s arguing. She looks back at the way you naturally gravitate towards him. It didn't matter if you were on the ship, jumping from island-to-island, in the middle of a fight or simply lounging around with the rest of the crew, you always found your way right beside him. 

Huh. 

It was all in her face the entire time. Loud and apologetic. She feels silly at the fact that she’s never thought to even look because she couldn’t fathom that any woman could genuinely put up with him. And you never denied anything either—not when there wasn’t anything to deny in the first place. 

Her words set you off like a pirate looking for the one piece. 

“Nami don’t you ever dream of a guy who’ll sweep you off your feet?”

You’re breathless, absolutely lost in your own daydreams as you twirl around your chair with a force that could blow the Going Merry across the Grand Line. There are stars in your eyes, genuinely. Your hands shoot up in a rainbow above your head, and your body melts further into the seat. 

Something’s definitely gotten into you.

“And Sanji’s that guy for you?!” She exclaims. You watch her go through all the 7 stages of grief in the span of 3 seconds. 

You laugh at her silliness, and then you’re back to swooning again.

It was as if she’d unlocked your inner beast. A lovesick, crazy girl who was spouting her dreams of romance and everything that was butterflies and rainbows. A woman who was absolutely mooning over Sanji.

From then on the navigator makes it her mission to uncover where this crush of yours came from. She can try asking the rest of the crew, but she’s 98% sure the boys are oblivious to this, or simply aren’t as perturbed as she is. (Because how has no one questioned this before?!)

Starting wasn’t hard. At all. Turns out you and Sanji are shameless. It just takes the right time for someone to pay attention and see how deep the connection runs between the two of you. 

It happens bright and early a few days later. Nami—by instinct or intuition—woke up to an empty cabin. Your bed looked freshly mussed, like you couldn’t be bothered to tidy it up before getting up. She looked through the small window, greeted by the sight of the barely peeking sun in the darkness of the horizon. Way too early for anyone to be up. Except for Sanji, who she knows is already prepping for breakfast in the galley. And conveniently, you seem to be missing in action as well. It doesn't take much to put two and two together. 

She catches you right as you are entering the kitchen.

Of course, Sanji is already busying himself on the counter, chopping an array of fresh fruits into—what Nami can’t see—hearts.

“Mon trésor.” 

It barely takes a second for you to enter before Sanji is calling out to you, gaze immediately snapping towards your figure. He doesn’t need his sight to know that it’s you. He can’t admit that it’s because he’s memorized the weight of your steps on the ship, and the sweet scent of your perfumed clothes. 

A lit cigarette hangs off from his lips, though he quickly puts it away when you make your way to the dining table. 

You rub your eyes tiredly, hand then moving down to hug yourself closer in an attempt to chase some warmth. “Hi, Sanji.”

He’s melting at the sight of you. 

This might just be his favorite part of the morning, second only to when you start talking to him. You’re in your pajamas still, shirt hanging loosely over your bare shoulders. Absolutely radiant, and so domestic. You can barely open your eyes in the morning sun, and the way you carry yourself feels heavier, but more honest. Relaxed. A good sign that you slept well. 

Sanji doesn’t fight off the small flush that makes itself known across his face.

“Do you know that every time you say my name an angel gains its wings?”

You grin at the early morning flattery while you settle down on your seat. You could look like the messiest thing on the ship and Sanji will find a way to compliment you regardless. “Heaven must love me,”

“Heaven would be a fool not to love you, darling.” It doesn’t take even a beat for him to answer, and the cook puts down his knife to come closer. He makes a point to lean his face down to yours to greet you with an open teeth grin. 

And that genuinely brings a giggle out of you, leaving Nami mildly disgusted. 

When he's finally seen your smile, he returns back to the stove, slathering butter over the surface of a pan. The familiar rich aroma and the oddly calming sizzling sound makes you soften into yourself. You slouch onto the countertop, folding your elbows into each other and laying your chin on top. “I take it that this is a good morning for you?”

“Everyday better when I see your beautiful face.” He curls his lips into a smile, sneaking a quick glance at you before winking. 

Thank goodness he goes back to focusing on the pan because you are already throwing your face away to the sea, pursing your lips in a barely restrained smile before burying yourself into the crook of your arms, releasing a hidden breath. 

Sanji, that sly man, takes a quick peek from his shoulders. Seeing you, confident you, turn into a flustered puddle from his words makes him puff up so quickly. He wears his pride so boldly on his chest. No one could tell him anything for the rest of the day, and it was insufferable. 

Unbeknownst to you, he’s already started on your breakfast. He knows that you’re an early riser, and that you will almost always seek him out first thing in the morning. So everyday he sets out your breakfast ingredients and preps as much as he can. He doesn’t start cooking them before he sees your face, because he only wants the most warm and freshly cooked meal for you.

You notice it though, the way he always serves you first, no matter the time and place. Dinner? A plate of the finest meat for you first (Luffy hates it.) Going over logs with Nami? All the snacks you like are immediately placed in front of you, and a drink to compliment it following behind. He always thinks about your needs first, and if that isn’t love then you don’t know what to believe. 

Just as you are in the middle of your daydreaming, Sanji interrupts with the sound of cutlery against porcelain. He’s plating up your mouth-watering breakfast, made to absolute perfection. 

“For you madam, golden brown honey toast with freshly whipped cream on top,” he dishes out the plate in front of you, and the aroma itself sends you straight to heaven. “—extra fruit, just the way you like it.”

You didn’t think it was possible to fall deeper in love with him, but you’re proven wrong once you see the fruits that decorate your toast, all of them heart shaped. Both hand-cut and perfectly uniform using the cutter he specifically bought to use for your meals. 

You gasp in exaggeration, though deep inside you’re aching about how sweet he is to remember your preferences. “You spoil me,”

“Only the best for my favorite Strawhat.” He answers, pouring you a glass of freshly brewed coffee. 

You’re in the middle of cutting your toast in half when you look up at him, teasing by saying, “Don’t let the captain hear you say that.”

Sanji exclaims back to you in all his confidence, turning away as he places the pot on the counter. “Bah! One sirloin steak and he’ll forgive me like it never happened.”

Your giggle is like the brightest melody in his ears, and the words that follow it could bring him back from the dead. “Thank you, my chef~”

“You know my heart can’t take it,” He playfully sighs out your name, clutching his chest. Sanji stands across the table now, resting his chin on his hand against the counter top. Just happy to watch you.

“Delicious!” You continue to shoot honeyed words at him, not just as a means for him to keep sweet-talking you, but also because you think Sanji deserves all the love and goodness of this world. 

“Sing me your praises, my angel of music,”

Nami can almost see him propel himself to the sky with giddiness. 

“So perfectly crunchy,”

“—and I’m yours forever.” He takes your hand in his from across the aisle, pressing a chaste kiss to your knuckles as he looks up at you. 

Nami felt chills sweeping up her spine. 

You guys were so cheesy. But sort of.. cute. That was something she couldn’t deny. She’s never seen Sanji this genuine, and when someone actually reciprocates, it makes him look less like a fool. 

And the way you were bouncing back and forth on each other was like a sick game of ping-pong she couldn’t look away from.

She couldn’t figure out for the life of her why you two aren’t together already. It’s perfectly clear that you both feel the same way, and aren’t afraid to act upon it. A small part of her wants to meddle, and she’s halfway into a plan that’ll somehow get either of you to confess to each other, but then she abruptly stops.

Eh, you guys will sort that out yourselves. Eventually. You look like you’re exactly where you want to be. So, Nami shrugs and beelines into the kitchen, hoping to get a fresh plate of breakfast seeing that he’s already started with yours. 

The next time Nami catches a moment between the two of you wasn’t intentional. Right, because she wouldn’t be caught dead seeking the conversations you and Sanji had after that traumatizing event. 

It was late at night. For once a quiet one between all the chaos that seemed to follow the Strawhat Pirates. Luffy was snoring away somewhere with a full belly, Ussop tinkering away in his cabin, and Zoro likely in the crow’s nest. Nami decided to look for fresh air, feeling a little bit holed up inside her room. Between the gentle rocking of the sea and the soft melody of the waves, it was the perfect atmosphere to spend watching the horizon. 

She didn’t mean to overhear your conversation, but the door was open and a ship doesn’t exactly leave much room for privacy. She tried to leave the two of you alone at first, but found herself leaning against the galley wall to listen in in the end. 

When she takes a peek through the door, she finds you seated still and pretty on the stool close to him, cross-legged in your pajamas. Like a sous chef who wasn’t really a sous chef but boosted the cook all the same—if not a million times more. 

When you first got to the galley, you paid mind to his laser-focused expression. You didn't want to break his flow, so you stuck yourself against the counter at a distance. You were content with the picture of him from afar, but Sanji had absolutely none of it. He began your conversation of the night while silently dragging a stool and placing it right next to him by the stove. Safely away from getting blasted by the heat, but close enough to where he could feel you around him and talk to you without feeling a million miles away. 

He’s got on one of your top favorite get-ups: a classic blue striped dress-shirt unbuttoned just the right amount and his pink Doskoi Panda apron tied around the back. Sleeves deliciously rolled up to his elbows for a bonus. Though Nami isn’t attracted to him the way you are, she isn’t blind. She has to admit that the image of his forearms are a sight for sore eyes. Sanji can be quite charming at times, mostly when he keeps the talking to a minimum and does what he does best. 

You’re not even hiding it at this point, gaze tracking every languid move of his hands like you were hypnotized. 

It’s not hard for you to admire him when he’s deep in his element. You find yourself going quiet, not because you don’t want to talk to him, but because it’s mesmerizing to see the way he commands the kitchen like his own battleship.

There’s a small smile on your lips as you take in the passion he carries, and on your lap you fidget with the shiny silver ring on your thumb. It’s his ring—your favorite one that's shaped like a skull—that he gave to you for “safekeeping”, even though Sanji never ever takes them off. Even when he’s cooking. It’s incredibly intimate; a symbol of his trust for you.

He’s just finished cooking a dish of his own creation. A classic menu made of meat, but a little more experimental with the seasoning. You can only describe it as heaven in a plate, sweet and savory at the same time, with a hint of something that you can't fully describe with words. Yet, you enjoy it for all that it is, and the delectable fragrance isn't something to complain about, either. It’s almost shocking that Luffy hasn’t come running down the kitchen from the smell alone. Sanji isn’t technically done with the recipe, seeing as he’s trying to perfect the ingredients being used. He has his worn-out notepad by the counter, filled with endless scribbles and notes of improvement. The cook will come back to it once you’ve given your own comments on the taste.

Once finished turning down the heat, he takes a clean spoon out of the cabinet and offers you a small portion fresh out of the pan, where the dish was still simmering in the heat. 

You feel honored that you are Sanji’s unofficial taste-tester. The first time you came across the cook experimenting with new creations was a complete coincidence. That particular night you’d been restless in bed, stomach aching for a bite of food. You ended up pattering into the galley to get maybe a few crackers, a slice of bread or cheese or something that’d temporarily distract you. But you didn’t expect to feast on a five star meal once Sanji found out you were hungry. You? His precious princess starving? Not on this ship. 

What began as compliments to the chef turned into fully fledged reviews of each flavor profile, and eventually became something more intimate. A space for honesty just for you and Sanji. 

You like to think that’s where you found the real Sanji. The kind heart beyond the ladies man, the truths behind his endless honeyed words. 

You sought him out like a moth to a flame, and every night Sanji welcomed you with open arms. 

Most of the times you were there to actually be his taste-tester, which is just his excuse of having a private late dinner with you. But, other times he’s prepping meals for the next day and you’re simply there to keep him company. Either way, you’ll never skip out on an opportunity to spend time alone with Sanji.

Funnily enough, more than once you’ve caught Luffy sneaking in and rummaging through the pantry, already halfway stuffing his face with something that makes Sanji tick before he notices that the two of you are occupying the room. It’s a bit adorable that he doesn’t make a fuss about it. He never questions anything beyond “Hey… are you sneaking for snacks too?!” and then an “Okay!” followed by his high pitched laughter after Sanji kicks him out for offering you the stolen goods from his sticky hands. 

You take notice that he never lets Luffy get a bite of his cooking. Sure, if the captain asks, Sanji will make him something, but not from the same pan. A different dish all together. You think that maybe it’s because he isn’t open to someone tasting something he considers isn’t “perfect” yet, but another part of you just believes that it’s because he only trusts you to give him the honest truth. 

Still, you find it hard to believe he’d ever need one, considering everything that he makes turns out flawless. 

“More seasoning?” The cook watches as you chew on the meat slowly.

You shake your head in disagreement. “No, this is perfect, Sanji.”

“Not too sweet for you?” 

Nami sees you visibly recoil at his questions, body moving as if he was spouting blasphemy. 

He’s got his back turned to you while he rinses his hands over the sink, so he can’t see the flabbergasted frown on your face.

“This is quite possibly the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.” You make an emphasis on the word “best”, sticking the wooden spoon back at him to signal that you wanted more.

“You flatter me, angel.” He grins, pulling the dish towel from his shoulders to wipe his hand. Then he goes straight to follow your command exactly and dips right back into the pan, scooping up a portion before blowing it softly to cool it down. 

You’re practically vibrating in your seat, legs bouncing and arms holding up the weight of your body as you lean towards him. 

“Nope. I’m just sayin’ the truth!” The words come with a pause as you’re swallowing your last bite, and the brightness comes right back up your face while you praise Sanji.

By the All Blue, he just wants to scoop you up and squeeze you in his arms for all eternity. You can be so shy around him, but also incredibly animated when expressing yourself. 

Once Sanji deems it the perfect condition for you, he motions the spoon to your mouth.

It’s a stupidly sweet gesture, and also his way of stopping you from eating the whole thing. You can just take the spoon from him and feed yourself, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like being pampered by Sanji. You’re not ashamed to admit that it makes you feel very special. If you truly weaponized your voice and asked him for the whole pan, he’d give it to you without a single doubt. But, it’d be a shame if he didn’t wait until he could properly serve it with some rice so you could have your very late dinner “date”.

He holds the spoon out for a beat longer to look down at the way your lips wrap around the surface, turning away only when you finish munching happily at the taste. After all, your satisfaction is his number one priority. Nami can’t see your face from where she’s at, but she can absolutely make out Sanji’s, and the way he’s staring is sensual, borderline debauched. It makes the navigator feel like she’s intruding on a private moment.

You are none the wiser to this, Sanji needs to get it together, and Nami’s very close to throwing up in front of the galley. 

Your eyes are closed as you hum contentedly once the flavors settle nicely in your stomach, and it’s then when you start to feel the weight of his stare. 

You’re only chin level on this short stool, so you have to look up to meet his eyes.

He's quiet and awfully still, taking you all in and leaving no part of you starving for his attention. There's an evident tension swimming around the kitchen, and it makes you acutely aware of just how close you are to him. Inches away. The position is a tad intimate, to say the least.

“What? Is there sauce on my face?” 

You know there isn’t anything on your face except for pure happiness, though you’re a tiny bit flustered by his attention. 

“Sorry, darling,” He's not sorry at all. He leans in to wipe the non-existent sauce, and for a second you think he’s going to deny his obvious admiration of you but then he pivots into something that is so Sanji it makes your brain melt. 

“Your beauty demands to be seen. I can’t deny you that.” He traces the back of his finger over your cheek before tucking a stray hair behind your ear. 

Time and time again, Sanji is able to surpass your every expectation. You continue to feel the weight of his stare, now much different than before because he looks at you with deep, unabashed, reverence. Not hidden, and not in halves. A softness he reserves only for you.

You’re speechless for a moment, but then he cups your face into his palms and it feels like everything just melts away. 

Now Nami understands. Why you adore him so much. Why you don’t need to scream it out to the world that you love him (although you would love to). The two of you aren’t “together” officially not because you don’t want to, or are too shy to say it out loud. But because you enjoy every part of who he is. The chasing, the teasing, the thrill; it’s everything in him that makes you feel alive. You don’t need words for him to understand that you love him, just as he doesn’t. 

Nami watches the way you look up at him, positively beaming. The silence is broken away when you start giggling to yourself, and it only makes Sanji move closer to you, his forehead bumping gently against yours as he sports an identical grin on his face.

She shakes her head, both astonished and happy to see you flourishing in his presence, before walking away with an affectionate eye-roll.

Yeah. You two are the lamest.

Mon trésor: My treasure

Aaah I couldn’t really decide which sanji to base this fic off of. I ended up doing a bit of both 🍽️

masterlist @ pls don't repost or feed my works into ai thaaank you

[meowrimo-deactivated20260813]

BODY SHOTS — zoro roronoa x f!reader ; smut.

contents ⋆ MDNI. inexperienced zoro, body exploration, alcohol use, oral (fem!receiving), use of pet names (baby, pretty) — WC : 2.4k

One by one the Strawhats begin to fall, passing out around the deck while they’re riding the endless high of booze, radiant laughter, and the sense of belonging that can only be found within the nakama.

The evening had calmed down considerably since Luffy tapped out. The ship rocks with the ocean waves, sure and steady as it lures everyone into the blissful rest they deserve. 

Another town saved, another party had.

The night sky drapes overhead, tucking in everyone who had succumbed to slumber. All except you and Zoro. That alone isn’t surprising, Zoro usually lets the crew have their fun so he could stay vigilant and keep a watchful eye for anything that dares come too close.

It doesn’t fully stop him from celebrating with his friends, though. After all, he’s no stranger to accepting a cup full of booze whenever the drinks start pouring, ready to knock it back with an outstretched hand and a rare, carefree smile. 

And of course you were right next to him, unbeknownst to him, plotting.

You manage to convince him to come with you to the kitchen, his sake-infused mind mesmerized by the bounce in your step. Between your prattling of the night and how much you enjoyed the last island, he gathers you’re about to show him something you learned there.

All you could disclose is that it involves alcohol, he needs to be shirtless, and it may even piss off the cook.

Consider him curious.

“You sure about this?” Zoro asks. His bicep flexes, gripping the back of his dark blue shirt before sliding it over his head with one hand. 

The answer to his question gets tossed with the fabric, the tip of your tongue wiped clean from the sight before you. It grazes your bottom lip before your teeth sink into the plushness, your gaze traveling down the scar that takes up his tanned torso.

You wonder if it’s sensitive to touch.

The swordsman clears his throat and breaks you out of your misguided thoughts, directing your attention back up to his pointed face.

“Yeah, I'm sure.” Tilting your head with a smile, your eyes already trailing back to his heaving chest. “Now, go ahead and lay down for me.”

“The damn cook is gonna throw a fit if we make a mess.” The tone in his voice makes it sound like he’s protesting – all gruff and low, yet his feet carry his way forward until he leans against the table.

“And since when do you care?” You got him there – his last chance to delay the inevitable. Zoro’s shoulders relax, the weight effortlessly lifts in your presence until he’s lighter than a feather.

With a resigned huff, Zoro lays down on the wooden table. The same one that's used for breakfasts and dinners now to be defiled with debauchery that the perv cook could only ever dream of. You were right, this would piss him off.

He grumbles something under his breath as his back lays flat against the hard surface, waiting for you to do what you set out for.

Taking a breezy step forward, you rip off the cork with your teeth and let it tumble from your lips as you close in on him. Zoro’s tanned pecs ripple with anticipation, his body betraying how badly he craves your touch. Every twitch of his muscle exposes the frayed nerves that simmer underneath.

“Don't move so much or else it’ll get messy.” You warn him, taking a small delight from the way he looks up at you with a half-lidded gaze. It wasn't often he’d find himself under you — but it was quite the sight. One you plan on savoring. “You don’t want to make Sanji mad, right?”

“Shut up.” He mutters, hastily looking off to the side. His pride chips at his nerves, demanding he face you with a steely glint in his eye that shows he won’t back down from any challenge – no matter how silly it may seem. “Go on then.”

But the softness of your smile unravels the beams that uphold his greatest strengths.

Silently, you raise the bottle over his bare skin and let it pour out. The slight chill of the liquid hits his skin with a gasp and begins to pool in his navel until some trickles off the side of his waist, dripping onto the table.

His eye widens as he watches yours darken, moving the bottle to spill over his stomach and up between his pecs.

“Oi!” He barks out in shock, knowing that this wasn’t a part of the deal. The sake drenches his skin, glistening all over him and binding him to the damned table.

With a tiny smirk, you ignore his shock, bending over and casting him one last glance before you get to work.

Your tongue dips out to slurp the sake from his belly button, swirling your tongue around his stomach and the coarseness of his happy trail before you drag it up his torso. Maintaining eye contact, you trace your tongue along his side and make sure you clean up the mess you made. 

Zoro sucks in another breath, clenching his fists to his sides before deciding to grip onto the edge of the table. He doesn’t make a sound, not even risking an exhale.

You keep going, your tongue trailing up his heaving chest and lathering between his pecs – all 110 cm. 

Agonizingly slowly, you lap up the trail of sake you carelessly left behind, leaving little licks to ensure you get every last drop. 

The swordsman is stubborn when he wants to be, still refusing to make any noise. The tip of your tongue brushes over his pert nipple and his whole body tenses, a ripple of pleasure tearing through his nerves.

And then you take one of them into your mouth.

Zoro chokes back a strained moan right before the familiar snap of wood cracks through the thick air of the kitchen — the table splitting from the force of his grip.

“Shit.” He curses, loosening his hold. 

“Oops.” You pull back with a slightly bashful smile, all signs of teasing wiped from your face at the sudden mishap. 

His lips crash against yours — strong, forceful, and yet somehow laced with a careful curiosity. Everything between you is still so new, learning the ins and outs of each other’s bodies without crossing the unspoken line.

The one that waits with a conversation neither of you are prepared to have.

All you know is that your bond runs deep, trust lining every heartstring that binds you so you could never pull apart. Respect that neither of you have to command but gain all the same. It doesn’t stop you from pushing the barrier though, curiosity always getting the better of you two.

The rest of your thoughts escape your mind as he flips you underneath him and pins you against the table. His nose nudges against yours before he props himself up.

“And here I thought you hated sake.” He smirks, wicked and sharp. A clear sign of danger. 

“I’ve found it tastes better this way.”

“That so?” He reaches over to grab the neck of the bottle, fingers tauntingly tapping against the glass like he just discovered a secret. Hunger strikes like a bolt in his eye, lighting his drive up with passion that makes your thighs rub together. “Then I guess I gotta try it myself.”

Without wasting another second, Zoro effortlessly slings you over his shoulder and keeps his hold on the bottle, storming to the sanctuary of the crows nest where no one would disturb you until the next morning.

He grins, even though you can’t see it, the whole way there until he pushes past the hatch and places you on the makeshift futon he has stowed away.

It smells like home.

Neither of you speak, swallowing down desires that you’ve grown to resent the taste of. This is all uncharted territory, exploring each other’s bodies in the quiet moments you have away from the rest of the crew. 

Each time you grow a little bolder, deepening the kiss or shedding another layer of clothing off. Or in this case, licking his body clean and leaving him with a thirst only you can quench.

He kneels down, the bottle clicking into place on the wooden floorboard before his hands drag up your bare thighs. His fingers tickle the hem of your dress, his gaze flitting up to yours in a silent question. 

It makes your heart stop. It's one thing to see Zoro without his shirt on around the ship, a sight that’s been seared into your mind since the first day but it’s another for him to see you this way. He’s seen you in swimsuits but never in an intimate moment like this. Not when the underwear you have on right now will be for his eyes only. 

Your head slightly dips down till your focus falls to his hands, watching them twitch with anticipation or nerves – you’re not sure. Carefully, you take them in your own and guide them further up until you dress lifts. He doesn’t waste anymore time, sliding  it over your head and tossing to the side.

“Pretty.” He mumbles, his thumb brushing over the lining of your bra, searching around for the clasp. You help him out, unlatching it and letting the straps slide down your shoulder. He’s starstruck. “Fuck.”

“What’re you waiting for?” Your own nerves chip at you, eager to get on with it. Zoro takes a moment to look, licking his lips with hunger while his appreciative gaze travels along the exposed skin he gets to taste. 

He grabs the bottle without another word and the alcohol pours between the smooth valley of your breasts, slipping down to your stomach before it’s caught on his tongue. Zoro lets out a groan as he trails upward to your neck, suckling the skin.

“Tastes s’much better on you.” His voice rumbles in your ear. The swordsman grips your hip, keeping you locked in place.

“Keep going then.” The words come out breathy, needy without your permission. Zoro gives you a killer smirk before pushing you down on the bed so you’re flat on your back now.

Zoro happily obliges to your command, pouring more of the drink along your stomach now and lapping it clean. Some of the liquid approaches the hem of your panties before Zoro meets it with his tongue. His heated gaze flicks back up to you, curious as ever.

You’ve never made it this far with him, only ever kissing and feeling each other up when the crew slumbers and the guise of night covers all the primal urges for more. 

With a shy nod of approval, it’s all Zoro needs before he slowly licks down your panties and groans when he gets to your dripping core that soaks the fabric more than the sake ever could.

“Fuckin’ delicious.” He doubles down his efforts until his saliva coats what’s about to be his.

Zoro’s fingers hook under your underwear and roughly tear them down your leg, pushing himself to get closer as he settles between your legs. 

His tongue flattens against you, exploring the newly exposed flesh. He could feel how sensitive you are, trembling at the faintest touch. He experimentally glosses over your clit before he continues on, trying to see what makes you feel good.

“Right there.” You suck in a breath, fingers gripping his hair to guide his movements until his tongue finds your clit again and presses against the pulsing bundle of nerves. The sensation is suffocating as he learns how to swirl his tongue around it, a sweet agony that pushes you closer to your release.

“Right there, baby?” He growls into you, longing for more. The thought of sake is long gone as he gets drunk off the taste of what he craves most. One that he’ll never get enough of. 

Zoro eats you out like his thirst will never be satiated, the only thing that could ever hope to cure him is the sweet essence that lies between your thighs.

Plush lips suck onto your pulsing clit once more, groaning until the vibrations ripple through the rest of your body and drown out any thoughts that linger. 

You’ve created a monster, your mind swept up by the passion of the swordsman who never had the privilege of eating anyone out and decides that it’s up to you to make up for lost time.

It's like he loves kissing your pussy.

That’s the only way to put it— the way his mouth latches onto you, the world's sloppiest make out happening between your slick thighs. Now that he’s had a taste, there’s no going back. This man’s mouth belongs buried between your thighs, his own little slice of heaven.

He’s practically drunk off of it now, pulling back with a half lidded gaze, kissing all over your inner thighs as he gets a better grip on you.

“You’ve been holding out on me” He growls, the vibrations rippling through your nerves once more. He places a chaste kiss along your entrance before sucking his clit in his mouth, tongue lapping against it.

He unravels you so effortlessly, burying himself within your clenching cunt, letting it spasm all over his tongue until you’re crying out for mercy.

“Shit-“ you clutch at his head, rolling your hips in tune with the steady strokes of his tongue. “I'm close, Zo.”

The desperate plea of his name tumbles past your lips and into the tense air. He all but drowns in it.

“Go ahead.” Zoro doesn’t stop, his tongue slipping over your clit as he speaks. “Need to feel you.”

Your back arches as your body shakes and trembles at the intensity of your release. Stars burst behind your eyes when Zoro keeps going like he’s dying of thirst, drawing out every ounce of pleasure until you’re gently pushing his head away with your palm.

“Mm too much,” you murmur weakly, just as drunk off him as he is of you. 

“Not enough.” Zoro grips your thighs possessively. He wasn’t letting go. “We're staying up here all night until I know exactly how to ruin you.”

You only hope he’ll let you return the favor.

thank you for reading ♥︎ !!!!

[mummyxdust]

Between Me & the Deep Blue Sea | sanji x reader

Summary | You should’ve known better than to bring a mysterious plant aboard the Going Merry. When you run into some strange side effects from its pollen, Sanji offers to lend you a hand.

Warnings & Notes | 18+, fem!reader, sex pollen, smut, porn with v little plot, friends-to-lovers, fingering, oral (f receiving), some spit play, lil bit of dirty talk, unprotected sex (oops sanji cums inside)

Author's Note | Impatiently awaiting the release of S2 got me inspired to write a personal favorite trope of mine. I've never written a sex pollen fic before, so I hope everyone's happy with the results (and that I got Sanji's characterization right lol)!

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God, you were so stupid. As the crew’s botanist, it was your job to know plants, to determine what was safe or deadly, what could serve as a salve or a poison.

Yet, the flower you encountered on a recent stop to an exotic port - beautiful, bright, and fragrant - left you perplexed. You couldn’t identify it immediately, and your curiosity got the better of you, so you eagerly brought it aboard the Going Merry for study.

And now, you understood why the salesperson seemed to be laughing at you as they happily accepted your coin; you should’ve known that something so pretty would be dangerous.

The damned thing was an aphrodisiac, a kind of strange stimulant that you’d never encountered before. Once you’d finally found an entry on it amidst the pages of your botanical reference books, your stomach dropped with dread. You’d had the plant aboard the ship for days, though thankfully it had been secluded to the closet serving as your sad excuse for a room - you were cramped in there with your books and tools and that stupid flower, none the wiser to what it was slowly doing to you.

You’d been exposed to its pollen for days, breathing it into your lungs as you pondered over it, touching the delicate petals and coming away with soft grain on your fingertips. At least you weren’t dumb enough to have ever thought about consuming any part of the plant - that would have made things truly unbearable, as you’d come to learn that that was the fastest means for its reactions to take hold.

At first, you thought maybe the flower wouldn’t have any effect on you, considering that you hadn’t felt any different in those days isolated with it. And even once you’d found another entry in your encyclopedia detailing its slow burn results, you thought that perhaps you’d incorrectly assessed it, again because you felt nothing.

But after three days around the thing you felt… something. A twisting in your stomach, a heat stoking at your core. You tried to ignore it as the day went on, but with each passing minute you could feel something taking over - Usopp’s smile made you antsy and nervous, Nami’s pretty legs crossing one over the other shot desire through you like lightning. Shit, you had no business getting all worked up about your friends like that, but it was simply out of your control.

And it only got worse when Sanji tried his usually fruitless flirty tactics, lingering close enough that you could smell his enticing musk, his suddenly silky voice forcing you to clench your legs. Once that happened, you all but booked it away from everyone else and locked yourself up, only leaving your room to chuck the offensive flower overboard in a panic. There was no way you’d risk keeping it here even a second longer, because just your luck the pollen could somehow get to the rest of the crew, too.

You’d already been cooped up in your room for an entire day, feigning illness. Everyone had stopped bothering you after you practically screamed at them to get the hell away from you. Save for Sanji, annoyingly, who simply couldn’t help but check in on you regularly, offering food and drink and even company.

Sanji had probably done so a dozen times before you couldn’t take it anymore.

You caved to your impulses, throwing open your door and yanking him inside abruptly. You pinned him against the door, hands twisted in the front of his jacket, eyes crazed as you looked into his face. You could feel his body heat, could smell him overwhelmingly. Sanji - blissfully unaware of the state you were in - looked far too pleased to be pressed between you and the door, eyes gleaming and grin cheeky.

You loathed to tell him what was going on - you didn’t want any of your fellow Straw Hats to know about this embarrassing predicament you’d landed yourself in. The plan was to stay locked up until it passed, but Sanji just wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Look asshole,” You spoke through your teeth, body clenching at that stupid smile on his face, a wave of heat washing through you, “there’s… an issue and it’d be better if you stopped bothering me.”

“An issue?” Shit, was his voice always that hot? Despite the twisting in your belly, your glower darkened in an attempt to dampen this ridiculous pining.

Frustratingly, his wolfish grin grew larger, and with a sharp intake of breath, you dropped your gaze before you could do something bad, “Yes, an issue, and it’s not your business, so go away.”

“You don’t look so good,” Sanji began, tone sultry - or was that just in your head? As if he was testing your limits, he lifted the back of his hand to your forehead, and you all but jumped with a gasp, “God, you’re on fire. Maybe a little tea to make you feel better?”

“No.” You relinquished your grip on his jacket, needing as much distance between you two as possible, though this damn room was so cramped it wasn’t nearly enough. Sanji looked you up and down curiously, and even that had the unfortunate effect of causing desire to pool white hot inside you.

“Soup?” He offered in a taunting voice, evidently finding your current state amusing, not realizing the enormity of it. His brow furrowed some as he moved towards you, to which you pointed in harsh warning.

“Sanji, just go.” You insisted, trying to resist your urge to jump his bones, to drag him back towards you without restraint.

Though still grinning impishly, he held his hands up in surrender, and, shit, that look on his face dared to make you wet, “I don’t like seeing your beautiful self unwell like this, I’m just trying to take care of you.”

Unexpectedly, you moaned at Sanji’s words; his flirtatious remarks had never worked on you before, and you so wished you’d had more control than this.

Your illicit sound caused both your eyes and Sanji’s to widen, and shamefully you tried to step back, but your legs bumped your mattress, meaning you had nowhere to run as you looked about yourself in a panic.

Though there was uncertainty in his gaze, Sanji’s eyes still gleamed with mirth, he still smirked with playful intent. He gave you another slow once over, eyes crawling the length of your body; you had to press your lips tightly together to hold back any more noises that dared to come out of you, your thighs clamping stiffly.

When his gaze eventually trailed back up to meet yours, you clenched your hands, nails digging into your palms, feeling tense all over with how desperate you were for some kind of release. There was something salacious about Sanji’s stare - you could no longer tell if it was real or your imagination. As if he could sense the effect he was having on you, he grinned wickedly.

“If you do need anything,” he started, voice so much more appealing than it had any right to be. He took a careful step towards you, looking between your eyes intently, “you know where to find me.”

A small whine caught in your throat, and you prayed it was quiet enough to be imperceptible. You had to drop your gaze, feeling utterly flushed with heat. But your luck had already run out for the day, because Sanji dipped his head some, and you caught that alluring musk of him again, making you stir.

“What is going on with you?” He teased before stepping back. He turned, hand twisting the door knob when you abruptly blurted out.

“That stupid flower did something to me!” Your words came out fast, slurring together; you weren’t sure what came over you to babble without a thought, but the pollen had seriously dampened your impulse control.

Sanji stopped and quickly spun back towards you. No longer was his expression flirtatious; instead, his brow knotted in concern, his hands grasping your shoulders before you even had the chance to stall him. You took a sharp breath, heat coursing deep in your center and head flustered from his touch.

“What do you mean? Are you okay?” Sanji’s worried tone just made you crave him even more, his instinct to take care of you way too enticing right now; fuck, when would this pass?

“I’m fine,” You squeaked out, thighs rubbing together desperately, “It's just…”

“It’s what?” With a focused look, Sanji felt your forehead again, then pressed his hand gently to your cheek, “You really are on fire, love, maybe we need--”

Again, your words spilled out like a tsunami, “I need you to stop touching me or I’m going to lose it!”

But Sanji didn’t move, so taken aback that he wasn’t sure what to do with you. His expression twisted that little bit more, driving you insane.

“Sorry, what?”

“The plant!” You grabbed his wrists, sure that you must look like a crazed woman right about now. You tried to push Sanji away, but he stood firm, “The pollen was an aphrodisiac and I’ve been unintentionally dosing myself with it for days! So, please Sanji, I feel like I’m about to burst and it's already embarrassing enough that I told you, so go!”

Sanji showed about a hundred emotions in the span of only a few seconds - worry, confusion, understanding, confusion again, until ultimately landing on that dreaded, impish inquisitiveness of his. You could see the exact moment it all clicked, that gleam of delight at your expense, that relishing curiosity. You practically threw his wrists away when you realized that you were still clutching them, groaning deeply with frustration.

Oh, how you loathed the glee in Sanji’s expression; you’d try to slap it away, except you feared doing so would just make you wetter than you already were. As he looked you over again with that trademark grin, you clenched your legs again, toes curling.

“Aphrodisiac?” Was he taunting you? “So that means--”

“Yes, it means I’m horny, okay!?” You hated how feral and aggressive you sounded, hated the way your attitude only seemed to bring him greater entertainment. With a dramatic, vulgar sigh, you dragged your hands down your face, turning away; when your shoulder bumped Sanji’s in your retreat, you jolted with a gasp.

“Well, isn’t that something?” God, he was enjoying this far too much.

“Sanji--!”

“Wait, wait.” He insisted. You closed your eyes, trying to take a soothing breath, but your body just wouldn’t calm down, the desire burning inside you only grew hotter now that he was in on your secret, “How long is this going to last?”

“I really don’t feel like talking about it right now!”

“I’m only asking--” You cut him off with a mean groan, whipping back around to glare at him. Once more, he held up his hands, but the shit-eating grin on his face was enough to make you throb. He waited a beat before trying again, licking his lips far too sinfully for your liking, “Maybe… I can help?”

“Oh my god.” You whined, your body yearning in spite of your better judgement, his suggestion making your pussy clench with the need to be touched. Foolishly, you met his eyes, which only did the job of making you want to throw yourself at him, “Sanji, don’t be stupid--”

“Is it stupid?” He insisted, stepping into your personal space again, your head dizzy with yearning. He ducked his head, eyes staring into yours earnestly, a look not quite like his usual coy ones, “Because, look, would I enjoy a little romp with you? Obviously.” You mewled smally, to which surprise briefly flashed across Sanji’s face, “So, if you think it might help, then by all means, just say so.”

You bit down hard on the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your desire in check, because you feared that you could burst any second now. Though you tried desperately to look mean and glaring, you felt far from intimidating; if that wanton look on Sanji’s face was anything to go by, then you failed miserably.

You wished that you wanted to say no. Oh, that would be so much better than agreeing to Sanji’s offer, because doing something like that with your crewmate - your friend - sounded like it would open up a whole new kind of trouble. But just the idea of it made you squirm, made your body coil like a spring; even just a moment’s thought about the things you could do made your eyes flutter.

You knew better than to go along with it. You weren’t so far gone that you couldn’t think, after all - you knew this could be bad. Unfortunately, the pollen had other ideas.

“No one can know.” You bite, body clenching again.

Sanji shrugged agreeably, playing it casually, “Of course.”

“And it won’t happen again.”

“Sure.”

“… Okay.”

“Okay.”

You stared at each other for a long beat, your chest heaving, Sanji’s eyes hooded as he shamelessly took in your expression.

God, you hoped you wouldn’t regret this.

The space between you was small already, the warmth of his breath across your cheeks causing you to shudder; the corner of his mouth quirked up in response, finally sending you over the edge.

You flung yourself at Sanji like a woman starved, winding your arms around his neck, bodies crashing together ungracefully. He was so damn sturdy, barely stumbling back as your lips feverishly met, teeth clumsily clashing. His arms wrapped around your middle, hands firmly gripping your back, fingers flexing possessively.

The moan that escaped you was downright sinful, your heart pounding rapidly inside your chest, body like static beneath Sanji’s exploratory touch. Fuck, you couldn’t tell if this was helping or hurting, your core hot and cunt pulsing, your jumping under his tender fingertips. It was pathetic the way you clung to him like a lifeline, bodies flush and mouths brazen.

As your fingers tangled in Sanji’s hair, a groan rumbled in his chest that made you frenzied, your kisses growing sloppier, tongue snaking between his lips. God, his taste was intoxicating, his tongue twining with yours, his hands unyielding nonetheless gentle as he groped at your body. Rolling your hips against his, you made yourself whimper at the feel of his firm chest, his pelvis pressing to yours.

Maybe you should have done this sooner.

Determined not to break from Sanji’s luscious lips just yet, you blindly spun the two of you around, his calves bumping the bed. Understanding what you wanted, he gripped you tightly while dropping down atop the mattress, drawing you into his lap as you moaned again.

Mouths heatedly pressed together, you shifted to better straddle Sanji’s fit legs, his cock twitching near your center. If your head wasn’t already spinning you may have been embarrassed by how wet you were, soaking through your panties.

Sanji’s hands wandered, squeezing your ass hard enough to make you gasp, using his grip to grind your hips down against his. You tugged roughly at his hair as you moved together, rutting back and forth along his growing length, clenching with the need to be filled.

Your mouths were greedy, tongues feverish, kissing as if desperate for one another’s air, noisy sounds of pleasure humming in both your throats. Sanji’s hips bucked just right beneath you, meeting you in time with the deep grind of your hot pussy.

When finally he broke from the kiss, a string of drool connected your lips, a whine sounding from your throat. Keeping up his slow, steady rhythm, Sanji met your eyes darkly, drinking you in with utter desire; you damn near came just from that look alone.

“However you want me,” he whispered against your lips, noses brushing, breath mingling. Your hips stuttered, to which he greedily grasped your ass and matched your rhythms again, “Yours to do with as you please.”

“Fuck--” You couldn’t help but gasp, feeling impossibly more turned on. You almost hated him for how damn effortlessly those sultry words came to him, grinding your hips roughly against his cock, delighting in the way his eyes momentarily crossed, “Promise?”

A short, lustful laugh escaped Sanji, his fingers groping you nice and tight, “Like this, love, I’d promise you anything.”

Another desirous sound whined in your throat as you captured his lips in a searing kiss, fire scorching bright inside you. Hips rutting rapaciously, your hands wandered down his neck and torso, shoving at his jacket as if it personally offended you. Urgently, Sanji threw it off before he grasped at you again, not wanting to lose a moment of exploring your body.

The flex of his muscles beneath your hands was maddening, taut and strong and just asking to be bit and kissed. You frantically worked the buttons of his shirt, nearly popping them as you worked your way down, down, down till the damned thing was open. Your fingers slid along Sanji’s washboard abs, causing you to groan because, fuck, this was the body he’d kept covered up all this time?

As if you couldn’t trust your touch, you split from Sanji’s lips to lean back and drink in the sight of his body, hissing desirously at how damn good he looked. Your nails scratched up his sides, over his pecs and abs, and when your lustful eyes turned back towards his, you practically keened at the focused way he was watching you.

Holding eye contact, you leaned down to nip at his chest, causing him to yelp; your body tightened as you giggled hungrily, mouth trailing up his collarbone and neck, kissing just below his jaw. Sanji leaned his head back as he twitched between your legs, letting you ravage his skin, biting and sucking and kissing to your hearts content, hickeys or teeth marks be damned.

As you all but consumed him, Sanji’s hands slid up the back of your shirt, palms hot as he traced your skin, arching into his touch. Both of your hips had fallen out of rhythm, and so Sanji reached up to grip the back of your neck, pulling you away so he could meet your eyes again.

“Let me touch you.” It sounded like both a question and an instruction, your cunt tight with utter desire. You nodded, catching your breath, and then Sanji abruptly flipped you onto your back.

Splayed on the bed, you ogled as Sanji brushed back his hair and dropped his shirt to the floor. You bit your lip, eyes hooded as he crawled over you; he pressed a single, dizzying kiss to your mouth, pulling back before you could latch onto him again.

As if understanding your urgency to be touched, Sanji’s hands reached beneath your shirt again, yanking it over your head speedily, exposing your hot skin to the cool air before he did the same thing with your shorts. You wiggled under his wandering gaze, drinking in every curve and blemish of your body like you were a three-course meal.

He lowered his mouth to your chest, biting your breast as you had done to him earlier; you bucked and gasped, feeling his smile against you. He sucked at your skin, insistently creating a hickey just above your bra, meanwhile reaching between your warm bodies, fingertips grazing over your pelvis, to which you whined.

Sanji sighed longingly as his hand moved lower and lower, teasing at you through your thin, damp panties; you clenched with a wanton mewl, desperate for so much more of him. Kissing far too tenderly over the hickey he left behind, his mouth trailed down, tongue gliding a wet trail along your stomach, ghosting along the flimsy fabric keeping him from you. For a moment, you held your breath, hands eagerly twisting in the bedsheets.

Hooking his fingers in your panties, Sanji tugged them down to your ankles, his hot breath teasing near your clit as you shucked the undergarment away with a wiggle of your foot.

He lingered painstakingly, and you looked down your nose at him, brow knotted with impatience, mouth agape as you sucked in  a breath of air. His eyes were large and black with lust as he, too, glanced back towards you, expression both sweet yet taunting. You were tempted to reach out and grab his hair, to guide him towards you, but even in this fervor you managed to refrain, though you weren’t sure how long that flimsy self control would last.

“Look at you…” He sounded awestruck, and the lust in his tone made longing swirl tight around your heat, toes curling.

Now, you did reach out, fingers weaving into his hair a little more roughly than intended; it felt as if you had less control the more your desire continued to stew.

“Sanji, please.” You whispered keenly. The sound of his name on your lips like that stirred something deep in him, his gaze dark and craving, “I… shit, I need you.”

He grinned wickedly, though even the taunting in his tone was flirtatious, “About to come undone already?”

You nodded, eyes pleading, “I’m like a fucking cat in heat.”

Sanji chuckled, breathing hot against your clit, causing you to twitch, “Oh, love, I’ve got you.”

And with that, he plunged a finger inside you without warning, a surprised mewl leaping from your lips as you threw your head back. God, there was no way in hell that alone could feel so good, and yet your eyes crossed, hand flexing in Sanji’s hair. He, too, groaned at the feel of you as if utterly enthralled.

Under his breath, he groaned faintly; you were so wet, clenching around his finger, making his cock twitch in his trousers. He pumped once, twice, before sliding a second digit between your slick folds with ease, wasting no time or teasing; your body was so utterly ready for him that it was intoxicating.

The pace of his thrusts steadily picked up, your hips rolling with his movements, gasps escaping your parted lips. Your head lulled, swimming with lust as your body pulsed around him, limbs twisting pleasurably.

Fingering you greedily, the scent of your desire hit Sanji, his hips bucking against your leg in need of friction.You felt nearly pathetic, the way you rocked against his hand, the way you writhed with moaning satisfaction. Even his heavy breathing, hot on your inner thigh, sent burning waves up your spine; and when he pressed the heel of his palm against your clit, you fucking shuddered.

God, you thought this would help, but Sanji’s fingers buried inside your cunt only seemed to make you wetter and needier, as if nothing would be enough to satiate you. And when he spread his fingers wide, stretching you out deliciously, you cursed that damned plant, even as pleasured whines slipped past your lips.

As he fingered you nice and deep, Sanji’s mouth trailed hot, wet kisses along the inside of your leg, sighing contently at the taste of your salty skin on his tongue. His fingers hooked, curving up into your cervix, palm steadily massaging your clit as you keened unabashedly, toes curling and knees shaking, yanking roughly at his hair. With a hiss, he bit your flesh, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to surprise you, your hips bucking again.

“Fu-uck--!” You whined, his hand unrelenting as your eyes crossed, orgasm washing over you with a surge. For that split second, it was utter bliss, vision starry and limbs melting; but like some cruel joke, your body almost immediately grew tense and tight and desperately unfulfilled again.

That stupid plant.

You tugged encouragingly at Sanji’s hair, meeting his gaze over the swell of your heaving breasts - he was still knuckles deep inside you, eyes blown and an enthralled grin on his lips. You caught your breath, pussy clamping around his fingers, causing him to moan deep inside his chest; your body shook from the aftershocks of pleasure.

“I need more,” You instructed breathily, more like a plea than anything else. You felt as if your body was crawling, causing shakes and pulses, a twisting heat growing so big inside you that it hurt. Oh, that small bit of logic still within you was embarrassed at the way you were practically begging Sanji, needing him to make you feel good.

“My pleasure…” He said huskily, immediately tossing all of your embarrassment out the window because, fuck, he was so hot right now, making you feel so good, taking care of you like this--

Then his mouth was on your clit in the next instant, and you could have fucking burst right then and there. Your hips bucked up against his warm tongue, Sanji using his free hand to keep you down, fingers flexing in the fat of your thigh. A contented hum vibrated in his throat and your pussy, making your knees quake.

Bursts of pleasure pulsed through you as Sanji sucked your clit, his fingers continuing their wanton pumping, slower and deeper than before, pressing delectably against your cervix again now that he realized just how frenzied it made you. Your hand twisted in his hair, pulling eagerly as your hips rocked against his mouth, eyes rolling back with sinful mewls. Fuck, his tongue was goddamn perfect, swirling where you were most sensitive, lapping from pussy to clit, teasing as he slowly pulled his fingers from you before plunging back in.

Your legs were already shaking again, buzzing with satisfaction; Sanji groaned deeply at the sweet taste of you, and your knees nearly clamped around his head with a gasp.

His fingers stopped pumping, pulling out of you so he could ravage your pussy with his mouth instead. You jolted as his tongue dove between your folds, his hands tightly grabbing your legs to keep you still.

You threw your head back, drool pooling on your tongue as you rode against Sanji’s mouth, tugging his hair harshly, struggling to keep your legs spread for him. He consumed you like a man starved, licking along the strip of your cunt, diving into you, nipping your clit. Every single touch was like electricity shooting through your veins, body twitching and jumping, at the will of Sanji’s touch.

His tongue was feverish, growing sloppier and more insistent, fucking in and out of you, his own hungry sounds driving you crazy. Your body felt out of your control as you writhed, legs shaky in Sanji’s hands, hips stuttering with each lap of his tongue, fingers twisting tightly in his hair.

“Fuck, please, please--!” You muttered a nearly incoherent mantra as your hips rolled greedily, hands tugging harshly at his scalp. Sanji knew exactly what he was doing to you, mouth gaining urgency, causing your legs to nearly clasp around him again; but still, he kept them wide open in his grip. The titillation was practically unbearable as you wiggled beneath him, crying with delight, quaking as your vision went black with another earth shattering orgasm.

As you came, eyes crossed and expletives escaping you, Sanji continued his ravaging, eating you out as if he couldn’t get enough of your taste. The stimulation was nearly overwhelming, whining high in your throat, hands yanking at his hair again and again because you felt so damn good that it nearly hurt.

He finally relented, coming up for a gasp of air. His lips were shiny with your slick as he grinned wickedly, delighting in your blissed out expression while crawling up your body.

Catching your breath, that scorching heat reignited like an unscratchable itch, causing you to groan desperately in Sanji’s face. He chuckled, an enticing rumble in his chest that made your body ache for him. You could smell your fragrance on his mouth as he hovered over you, arms braced either side of your head as your noses brushed.

“You alright, love?” He spoke against your lips, the taste of yourself drawing another hum from inside you.

You wound your arms tight around Sanji’s neck, catching his lips in an impassioned, feverish kiss. Hooking your ankles around the back of his legs, you drew his body atop yours, rolling your hips against his straining erection and causing him to grunt. Your tongue snaked past his lips, tasting yourself everywhere.

As you rubbed your body with his, Sanji’s hand cupped your jaw with a surprising tenderness. There was something almost romantic about it, and you found that thought so intimidating that you abruptly broke away from the kiss, darkened eyes finding his urgently.

You ached again, the lustful needs of your body feeling like a drug high, pussy still wet and desperate, an ache coiling greedily within you. Sanji’s dick teased you through his trousers, and you ground against it insistently.

“Sanji,” the way you whined out his name caused his cock to twitch, both of you gasping with hunger. Normally, you wouldn’t speak so plainly, but considering you weren’t exactly in your right mind, the words just spilled out of you, “It’s getting worse.” When he raised his brow, you elaborated while slowly grinding against him, “Everytime I come, I need more.”

Sanji’s jaw hung slack, enjoying the way you moved against him, enraptured by your unrestrained ache for him. His voice was low and erotic against your lips, “I told you to use me, didn’t I?”

You whined again desperately. Even as you burned for him, you managed to taunt, “Confident you can keep up?”

But even that quip conjured thoughts of all the ways he could make your body feel good, and your legs flexed hungrily around him. If you weren’t so high with need, you would have glowered at that dangerous look he gave you, but unfortunately, it just made you want him more.

“For you? Oh, I could do this all day.”

You tightened like a spring, a desperate moan in your throat as you clumsily began to fumble with Sanji’s trousers, practically ripping them off in your haste. For a moment, the two of you were an awkward tangle of limbs as he shoved out of the remainder of his clothing, skin hot and sweaty to the touch, dick grazing along your stomach and pelvis as you grew hungrier for him. Your nails raked along every bit of skin you could reach, dragging along his abs and waist, trailing down his back to the curve of his ass, where you dug in just a little.

Sanji propped himself up on his hands, drinking in the sight of you as you ripped off your bra, the final offensive article of clothing flung away blindly. You took the opportunity to cast your gaze down between you, licking your lips as you eyed Sanji’s cock, red and swollen and just right.

God, you couldn’t believe that you’d just written him off this entire time, that all this time you ignored this striking man with his wicked smile and sultry eyes, his goddamn perfect physique and--

“Droolin’, love?” He teased, drawing your eyes back up. Yes you wanted him deep inside you, you wanted to take all of him; but you weren’t so foggy with desire that you couldn’t taunt him back.

“Are you?” You ask with a jeering curve of your brow. Impulsively, you opened your mouth good and wide, sticking your tongue out flat with a look of anticipation.

Sanji let out a long breath at the sight of you like this, his eyes growing dark as he grasped your jaw. Much as you would have enjoyed him to be rougher and more domineering, it wasn’t quite in his nature; no, his grip was firm yet careful, finger and thumb squeezing your cheeks as he drew you up to meet him halfway. Without breaking eye contact, he spit into your open mouth, your body shivering, surprised that he followed through with it. You swallowed with a cheeky, flirtatious smirk.

“Fuck…” Sanji muttered, dragging you up for a brief, searing kiss. You grabbed at his hips, nails digging into his skin, growing impatient for him to make you feel good again. His lips broke from yours, pressing your foreheads together, “How do you want me?”

The question alone made you whine, cunt clenching. The instruction left your mouth before you had time to think about it, “On your back.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Sanji grinned, one arm wrapping around your middle and hastily swapping places with you, sheets tangling as you nearly fell off the edge of the narrow bed.

Your head was swimming with need now that you were on hand and knee over Sanji, so hungry for him that you wasted no time ogling his body or nipping at his skin the way you normally would with a lover. No, you were desperately wet, and you needed him inside you now or else you may lose it.

You felt like an animal, the way you situated yourself over Sanji, reaching between you to give his hard cock a single pump in your hand before guiding him to your entrance.

Staring into one another’s eyes, you sat back on his dick in one slick motion, taking him to the hilt as you both groaned shamelessly, his thighs flexing beneath your ass. You lingered for a moment, cunt pulsing around him, Sanji’s hands gripping your hips, chests heaving. And as if he lit the fire inside you, you began to bounce up and down the length of his shaft.

“My god…” He growled, eyes back and fingers squeezing your hips as you bobbed on his dick, so goddamn slick and wet, bracing your hands atop his sturdy chest. He filled you so well, thick head pushing into you with each drop, sliding between your walls like he was meant to be there.

Oh, being on top was a bad idea, you realized as your eyes crossed, your neediness making you sloppy as you rolled your hips, your bouncing rhythmless as you chased your high. But it felt so good, every damn part of you, the fullness of Sanji’s cock making you dizzy, the way he stretched you out, the way he held onto you almost possessively. Shit, you couldn’t tell what felt best because you were so sensitive, going wild for how deep he reached, for the way his head caught inside you because he couldn’t pull out at this angle, the bit of pressure against your clit each time you moved.

You leaned back, steadying your palms just above Sanji’s knees, the shift causing his dick to meet your cervix, your head lulling back with a cry. You ground your hips in an eager, hectic pattern, clenching and whining at how full you were, gasping as Sanji bucked up into you to get that little bit deeper.

Shit, you were too horny and wet, that damned pollen making you feel like you were on the verge again, every minuscule movement felt good enough to make you cum already. And you knew you would, over and over again, Sanji’s cock fitting like a glove, thrusting against your sensitive clit, filling you to the brim--

“Fucking made for me--” You whimper like a woman possessed as you cum suddenly, abruptly, overwhelmingly. Your nails dug into Sanji’s thighs, body going rigid as you stared up at the ceiling. He twitched inside you, the both of you moaning together at the sensation. If you had the wherewithal, you would have been embarrassed by the thing you blurted out, by the fact that you came so fast again, but already desire was winding back through your body with no end in sight.

“Another one already, love?” Sanji whispered with a mystified grin, lazily rocking his hips with yours, hands trailing up to grope your waist and breasts. All you could do was hum with satisfaction, back arching as he tweaked your nipples. He gave a particularly deep, calculated thrust into you, delighting in the way you mewled, “Ah, but you’re not done yet.”

“Not even close.” You challenged, even as your voice wavered.

Sanji squeezed your breasts firmly, urging you to lean down towards him; he kissed you chastely before dipping his head, your back arching as his tongue swirled one of your peaked nipples.

As he bit and sucked at your breast, his hand massaged your other; his hips slowly began to thrust up into you again. Whimpers spilled past your lips over and over, Sanji’s cock hitting you a little harder each time, his tongue and teeth on your nipple causing your head to spin.

His hands trailed down to grab your ass while his mouth continued ravaging you, giving one cheek a firm slap before pressing you down on his cock. You were so hungry for him, needing more even with him balls deep, needing him like fresh water.

Sanji sucked a dark hickey on the inside of your breast, lips popping as he broke away from your skin. When he looked up at you through his lashes, you cupped his jaw and kissed him earnestly, which was far too intimate considering that this wasn’t supposed to mean anything. The thrust of his hips faltered for a moment, as if he, too, realized the warmth of it, but he quickly sped up his rhythm as if to compensate, skin slapping skin as you groaned into one another’s mouths.

When you gasped for air, you kept your forehead to Sanji’s, the angle of his pelvis rubbing against your clit making you clench and shake. His breath was hot on your lips as his cock drove into you, hand slapping your ass again just to hear you whine.

“I ne-eed--” Your voice hitched, his dick burying particularly good into you, “--need deeper.”

Sanji huffed out an ensnared laugh, thrusting inside you then lingering there. He rolled you against him, captivated by the way your pussy tightened around him, “Deeper?”

You bit down on your lip as he taunted you, grinding your hips together, “Mhm…”

Sanji’s nose grazed along your cheek and down your neck, mouth ghosting along your skin as he spoke lowly, “In that case: up.”

He stopped grinding, spanking your ass again encouragingly. You pushed yourself back to sit atop him, and Sanji’s brows rose pointedly.

“Up.” He repeated, and you then realized what he meant. You lifted off his cock, crying at how empty you were as Sanji pushed out from under you. As he stood, you eyed him up and down like a slab of meat, sighing longingly at his goddamn hypnotically perfect cock. He grasped your chin, tilting your head back to look up at him; he looked good like this, taking charge and commanding.

His gaze trailed from your eyes to your mouth then back to your eyes, a silent instruction that you eagerly obliged, opening your mouth so he could spit into it again. Your cunt tightened as his saliva hit your tongue, wet and needy for him to be back inside you.

Sanji gave you a swift kiss before releasing your chin, watching through hooded eyes as you arranged yourself doggy style before him, though your narrow bed forced you to brace your hands on the wall beside it. You peered back over your shoulder, arching your back impatiently as he simply took a moment to ogle your alluring body.

Just as you were about to whine with frustration, Sanji leaned over you, grabbing at your hips and pressing open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and neck. You pushed your ass back, the full head of his cock brushing against your curves; he took in a deep breath of your scent, face in your hair, causing you to shudder.

His lips were so soft and sweet along your skin - too sweet, considering the carnal need eating you from the inside out. Maybe under any other circumstances you would have enjoyed Sanji’s tenderness - not that you’d dare tell him as much - but at the moment, all you could do was groan insistently while pressing your ass back.

“Sanji, fuck me.” You urged, causing him to lift his head and meet eyes over your shoulder; you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but there was something serious in his gaze. Just as quickly as you noticed it, though, it was gone, Sanji leaning back to regard your ass, one hand squeezing it while he grabbed his erection in the other, lining himself up with your entrance.

His head nudged at your cunt, teasing up and down the slit, prodding at your clit. Just the baiting alone made you yearn, back arching again needily. He met your eyes once more as he slowly sunk into you, this new angle causing vulgar moans to escape you as he so easily bottomed out, filling you completely. Fuck, he got so deep, head just prodding at your uterus, your pussy constricting around his girth.

He lingered, as if allowing you to adjust to his size, though you were so damn wet and high that you just wanted him to fuck you till it hurt. With a drunken look in your face, you pushed back against his hips, mewling with satisfaction, hands flexing against the splintering wall. Behind you, Sanji, too, groaned, reaching around you to swirl his fingers over your swollen clit; the sensation caused your head to lull back, falling onto his shoulder.

You were damn near tempted to beg for him, to plead that he take you rough and quick. But as the words almost left your mouth, Sanji pulled out, stopping when all that was left was his head, before slamming back into you. You yelped with surprise, eyes crossing as he began to pump his hips, sinking into you over and over, so fast and deep that it was nearly painful - exactly how you wanted it, that goddamn mindreader.

The sounds spilling from your lips were so crass and pornographic - you were never so vocal before, but now you simply couldn’t help it. Not with Sanji’s cock buried perfectly between your folds, his hands squeezing your hips, his mouth hot on your skin. You couldn’t be sure if it was the damned plant making you like this or if it was really, simply him.

As Sanji fucked you like he was the one who needed it, you curved back into him, his chest to your back, hair tangling as his heavy panting blew across your face, the angle of your neck allowing you to rest your sweaty forehead against his chin. God, his own grunts of pleasure were all-consuming, making your cunt tighten and your knees shake; you had to grope tightly at the wall for purchase, feeling as if you could lose your grip at any moment.

“This how you want it?” Sanji muttered hoarsely, to which you hummed eagerly, “More?”

“God, ye-es,” You slurred.

He immediately started snapping his hips with even more intensity, a deep cry leaping from you. He leaned into you heavily, bracing his hands on the wall either side of yours, and you felt like you were going to come undone from how good he made you feel, how his hard cock plunged deep into you, how his hips slammed against your ass urgently.

Shit, there were stars in your eyes as you took him, pussy soaking wet and clenching tight, legs shaky with pleasure. You couldn’t help the way your limbs began to dissolve into jelly, struggling to stay upright, arching as you pressed forward, cheek to the wall in front of you, drool teasing as the corner of your mouth.

Feeling you melt on him, Sanji’s arms snaked around you again, cupping your breasts and forcing you back against him, sweat slick between your bodies as the angle change caused you to keen. His hands were delectably rough, one fondling your nipple as the other snaked down to your front, lingering just out of reach from your clit. His fingers splayed across your pelvis, pressing you back into him firmly, holding you steady as his cock thrust up into you.

“Really am made for you,” Sanji grumbled into your hair, teeth nipping at your ear. With the way your head spun, you nearly forgot what you’d said earlier until he recalled it, the gruffness of his words making you pulse around him. He moaned deep in his chest at the feel of you, hips driving with particular intensity, the pressure above your clit making you dizzy.

Sanji’s hand on your breast trailed up your neck to your jaw, urging you to turn your head so he could kiss you sloppily, his tongue shoving hungrily into your mouth, thrusts unrelenting.

When your lips broke apart, he kept you there, forehead to yours as he groaned, “Say it again.”

The request made a spring tighten deep inside, a moan falling from your mouth into his. Again, under different circumstances, you’d be nearly embarrassed by your dirty talk, but now it just made you wetter.

“Your cock was made for me,” You mewled, voice hitching, lips brushing Sanji’s with each word. He whined, hips persistent up against yours, only encouraging you, “Fits me so fucking good--”

Unexpectedly, his cock slammed up hard into you, the both of you yelping as he stiffened and held you tight. You could feel him cumming deep inside, twitching and grunting, filling you to the brim. And you were right there behind him, turned on so much by the fact that he was spilling into you; you lost control with a wild cry, body trembling with your release.

For a long beat, the two of you stayed just like that, tangled together and panting heavily. Your head was still spinning, Sanji’s cum slowly leaking down your thigh; and like the curse that just wouldn’t quit, your body lit up again carnally, ready to keep going and going and going.

“Shit,” Sanji hissed into your hair, finally coming back down to earth.

The both of you quivered as his hands dropped to your hips, easing himself slowly out of you with a low keen; the loss of him caused his seed to ooze out of you, soaking the inside of your legs. He rested his sweaty forehead between your shoulder blades as he caught his breath.

“Sorry, I didn’t think I’d cum that fast.”

You hummed contently, blindly reaching back to knot your fingers through his hair. Even as your body ached for him again, your lips curved up with jest, “You can do this all day?”

To your teasing, Sanji roughly squeezed your hips; you could feel his smile against your clammy skin, “Oh, I promise that. Just gimme five minutes.”

True to his word, Sanji recovered in record time; you spent those few minutes waiting touching yourself, though even that couldn’t make you feel as good as he did. That goddamn pollen was unrelenting - you’d lost track of how many orgasms you had once Sanji returned to you, using his hands and mouth and cock to bring your ruination time and again. And even then, you kept begging for more.

By the time your body had stopped burning, you realized just how spent you really were, muscles aching in all the right ways, limbs quivering even while you did nothing.

Fuck, even once you were back in your right mind, you couldn’t stop thinking about Sanji - that was the best fucking sex of your life, but how the hell could you tell him that? This was your crewmate, your friend, an obnoxious flirt, and, apparently, some kind of sex aficionado, considering all the ways he managed to make you cum. Once he eventually left the safety and comfort of your room, the spell would really be broken, you weren’t sure how you were ever going to look at him normally ever again.

But right now, as you watched him redress slowly - because he was just as worn out as you were - you tried not to let the panic set in. You were certain there was no fucking way you could just be normal with him moving forward. The thought that you and Sanji would be sharing a secret this big made something coil inside you, and for a moment you nearly panicked, thinking that maybe the plant’s effects hadn’t totally worn off and were back with vengeance.

But, no, it had nothing to do with the damned pollen. You realized, frighteningly, that it was completely and utterly you getting worked up thinking about what Sanji was able to do to you; your reaction had nothing to do with that plant at all.

You weren’t certain if Sanji could tell that you were panicking, because you weren’t sure what was going on in his head, either. Yet, when he met your watchful gaze while shrugging into his shirt, he gave you that dazzling, gorgeous grin of his, and you couldn’t help smiling back; though, the butterflies swirling in your stomach filled you with something akin to dread.

Sanji bit the inside of his lip as he studied your face; it seemed like he was trying to make up his mind about something, which only made you more nervous.

Before you could think or react or stop him, Sanji swiftly dipped down to where you lay on the bed, tenderly cupping your cheek and swooping in to steal a kiss that made your heart skip a beat inside your chest.

Shit, maybe this did mean something after all. And that terrified you most of all.

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Addt, Author's Note | Been a little while since I've written smut, so hopefully this wasn't just repetitive or disappointing lol. I don't totally love the ending, but it isn't the worst, so c'est la vie~

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[starkourtmall-deactivated202607]

Hide and... sike?

navigation ☆★

pairing: Sanji x reader

summary: You picked the wrong hiding spot and he followed you. Now the game is over — but neither of you wants to leave.

WARNINGS: a liiiitle bit of smut

Luffy is standing on the figurehead, arms wide, screaming into the wind like a man who has never had a single anxious thought in his entire life.

"WE'RE PLAYING HIDE AND SIKE!"

Nami, curled up with a book, doesn't look up. "That's not a real thing, Luffy."

"It is now." Luffy jumps down, landing in a crouch. His grin is too big for his face. "I close my eyes. I count to a hundred and you hide. When I find you, I sike you out. If you flinch or scream, you lose."

"And if we don't?" Usopp asks from the rigging. He's trying to look brave, but looks like he's about to cry.

"You get double dinner today."

A beat. Then Zoro, who was sharpening his sword in the corner, stands up. "I'm not playing."

"No one asked you, mosshead." Sanji flicks ash off his cigarette. He's leaning against the mast, arms crossed, one ankle hooked over the other. The white button-up, the black slacks, the hair falling over his right eye; all that combine makes him looks like he walked out of a noir film.

Luffy claps his hands. "EVERYONE PLAYING. READY. SET."

He slams his hands over his eyes.

"ONE… TWO… THREE…"

The crew scatters.

You run.

"Where do I go," You ask yourself "My room? No, that's too obvious. The hold, maybe?" You sigh "Come on, ____, think" Then an idea crosses your mind. "The galley!"

You slip through the door, pull it shut behind you, and freeze.

Sanji is already there.

He's standing at the counter, calmly chopping carrots. The knife moves in a steady, rhythmic thunk thunk thunk. He doesn't look up.

"Wrong hiding spot, love," he says. "Luffy checks here first. Every time."

"I panicked," you whisper.

"Clearly."

You hear Luffy's voice from the deck: "…TWENTY-FIVE… TWENTY-SIX…"

Sanji sighs. Sets down the knife. Wipes his hands on a towel. Then he looks at you.

"Pantry," he says. "Now."

He grabs your wrist—firm, warm, purposeful—and pulls you toward the narrow door at the back of the galley. It's not a walk-in. It's a closet. Shelves of spices, sacks of flour, jars of pickled vegetables.

"In there?" you hiss.

"Unless you'd rather lose."

He opens the door, nudges you inside, and follows you in.

Darkness. Tight. Hot. Your back hits a shelf and a bag of rice digs into your spine. Sanji is in front of you—too close, his chest an inch from yours, his shoulder brushing the doorframe.

He pulls the door shut.

The latch clicks.

And then—nothing.

Total darkness. You can't see your own hand. You can't see anything except the tiny glow of light coming from under the door.

He's standing sideways now, trying to give you space. But there is no space. His hip presses against your thigh. His breath is warm on your forehead.

"Breathe," he says quietly.

"I am breathing."

"Breathe slower. You're going to hyperventilate."

You try. You really try. But his cologne is everywhere—smoke and sandalwood and something clean like soap—and his hand is still on your wrist, and you can feel his pulse under his thumb.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Steady. Calm. Like he does this every day.

"…FIFTY… FIFTY-ONE…" Luffy's voice, muffled through the hull.

"How are you so calm?" you whisper.

Sanji doesn't answer. You can barely see the corner of his lips lifting into a side smile.

Outside, Luffy hits one hundred.

Silence.

Then—a scream. Usopp. High and terrified and absolutely pathetic.

"SIKE!" Luffy's laugh echoes across the deck. "GOT YOU, USOPP!"

"I WASN'T EVEN—" A pause. "Okay, I was hiding. But that was mean."

You almost laugh. Sanji's thumb presses into your wrist. A warning: quiet.

Footsteps on the deck, then the galley door creaks open and you stop breathing.

Luffy's voice, sing-song: "Sanjiiii… I know you're in here. I can smell the carrots."

He doesn't answer. His hand tightens around yours and his body shifts to angle himself between you and the door. His shoulder presses into your collarbone, his hip digs into your thigh, his face is inches from yours.

Sanji doesn't move. Doesn't flinch. He just looks at you. Even in the dark, you can feel his gaze. Heavy. Focused.

He presses his palm flat against the shelf next to your head. Caging you in. His forehead drops to yours.

He smiles. Just a little. Just enough for you to see it in the dark.

Don't. Move.

Luffy's footsteps get closer. The pantry door is right there. A thin piece of wood between you and being found.

The handle jiggles and then stops.

Luffy sniffs loudly. "Hmm. Not in here."

His footsteps retreat. The galley door creaks shut.

Silence.

Neither of you breathes.

Sanji doesn't pull back. His forehead is still pressed to yours. His breath is hot and shaky. His chest rises and falls against yours — fast, despite how calm he looked outside.

"He didn't open it," you whisper.

"No," he agrees. His voice is lower than you've ever heard it. "He didn't."

A beat.

"You're shaking," you say.

"I know."

He still doesn't move. His body is a wall of heat pinning you to the shelves, not leaving you other thing in sight but him.

"We should probably go out there," you say.

"We should."

Neither of you moves.

His nose brushes yours. Once. Twice. Testing.

"Sanji."

"Tell me to stop," he murmurs.

You don't.

His thumb starts tracing a slow circle on your hip — bare skin, just under the hem of your shirt.

"Sanji," you whisper.

His name sounds different in the dark. Thicker. He notices. His breath catches.

"Say that again," he murmurs.

"Sanji."

He kisses you.

Full and firm and deliberate. His lips slant over yours like he's been waiting for permission his whole life, his hand leaves your hip and cups your face — thumb on your cheek, fingers buried in your hair — tilting your head exactly where he wants you.

You make a sound. Small. Embarrassing. He swallows it.

When he pulls back, you're both breathing too fast.

"Oh, cherié."

He kisses you again. Slower this time. His tongue traces your lower lip. Asks. You open for him and he makes a quiet noise — almost a groan — and his hips press into yours involuntarily. The shelf creaks behind you.

He pulls back again. His forehead drops to your shoulder.

"Sorry," he breathes. "Sorry. I shouldn't— we're in a pantry. Anyone could—"

"No one's coming."

"You don't know that."

"You're the one who hasn't moved."

He laughs. Quiet. Broken. His lips press against the collar of your shirt.

"I know," he says. "I know."

His hands are shaking now. You feel it — his fingers trembling against your face, your hip, wherever they're touching.

"Look at me," you say.

He does. Even in the dark, you can see the conflict in his eyes. Want and restraint fighting in real time.

"I'm not telling you to stop," you say.

His jaw tightens.

"You should."

"But I'm not."

He stares at you for a long, agonizing second. Then something in him breaks — or maybe snaps into place.

His mouth crashes into yours again. Hungrier. Less careful. His hand slides from your face down your side, over your ribs, your waist, gripping your thigh and hooking it around his hip. The new angle pulls you flush against him — every inch of him pressed into every inch of you.

You gasp into his mouth. He swallows that too.

His hips roll into yours once — slow, deliberate, questioning. You answer by pulling him closer. His groan vibrates against your lips.

"Tell me," he pants, pulling back just enough to speak. "Tell me you want this."

"I want this."

"Tell me it's not just the dark. Not just the game. Not just—"

You kiss him quiet.

"It's not," you say against his lips. "It's you."

His breath shudders out of him. His whole body relaxes — just for a second — before he kisses you again. Harder this time.

His hand slides from your thigh down to the back of your knee, hiking your leg higher. Your skirt rides up. His bare fingers press into the back of your thigh.

"Fuck," he whispers — and you've never heard him swear like that. Breathless. Desperate.

His mouth finds your neck. Not gentle this time. He sucks hard just below your jaw — enough to leave a mark. His tongue soothes it immediately after.

"Sanji — someone's going to see—"

"Good," he says against your skin.

His teeth graze your collarbone. His hand slides higher — from your thigh to your waist to the curve of your ribs. His thumb brushes the underside of your breast. He pauses.

Looks up at you.

"Okay?" he asks.

You nod. Barely.

His thumb brushes again — higher this time. Your back arches off the shelf. His hand covers you fully, palm warm and rough through the thin fabric of your shirt.

He makes a sound. Low. Hungry.

"You have no idea," he murmurs, "how long I've wanted—"

The ship creaks. Footsteps above.

Both of you freeze.

Luffy's voice, distant: "WHERE IS EVERYONE? THIS GAME IS BORING NOW."

Sanji's forehead drops to yours. His chest is heaving. His hand is still on you. He doesn't move it.

"We should stop," he whispers.

"We should."

But neither of you moves.

His thumb flicks over you once — slow, deliberate — through your shirt. Your breath hitches.

"We're going to get caught," he says.

"Probably."

His mouth finds yours again. Softer this time. Almost sweet.

"One more minute," he breathes.

You pull him closer.

"Make it ten."

He laughs quietly against your mouth — a broken, desperate sound — and then his lips are on yours again. His hand slides back up to your face, cradling your jaw like you're something precious. But his hips don't stop moving. Slow. Rolling into yours in the dark. The shelf creaks with every shift of his weight.

Your fingers find the collar of his shirt. The white button-up. You fist the fabric and pull him closer — impossibly closer.

His hand leaves your face. Slides down your stomach. His fingers hook under the waistband of your pants — just a finger's width. Testing. Asking.

"Sanji—"

"I know," he whispers. "I know."

He doesn't go further, but he doesn't pull away either. His thumb presses into the soft skin just above your hip bone. His forehead stays pressed to yours.

"After this," he says, voice raw, "when we're not hiding in a closet like idiots — I'm going to take my time with you."

Your breath catches.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He kisses the corner of your mouth. "Properly. Somewhere with a bed. And a lock. And no rubber pirates trying to scare us."

You laugh. Quiet. He smiles against your cheek.

His hand slides out of your waistband. His thigh pulls back from between your legs. He doesn't go far, just enough to let you both breathe.

"We should actually go now," he says.

"I know."

"Luffy's going to come looking again."

"I know."

Sanji doesn't move. His hands are on your waist now. Thumbs tracing slow circles. His eyes are still dark, still hungry, but there's something softer underneath.

"You first," he says.

"Together."

He hesitates. Then nods.

He reaches behind him — careful, not letting go of you — and finds the door latch. His fingers curl around it.

"Ready?" he whispers.

"No."

He smiles. Real. Warm. Even in the dark.

"Me neither."

He opens the door.

Light floods in. You both squint. The galley is empty. The carrots are still on the cutting board. The knife is still there. Everything looks exactly the same.

Nothing has changed. Except everything has.

Sanji steps out first. Offers you his hand. You take it.

He doesn't let go when you're both standing in the galley. He doesn't let go when you hear Luffy scream "THERE YOU ARE" from the deck.

He just looks at you — flushed, lips swollen, hair a mess — and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You look like you've been hiding in a pantry," he says.

"So do you."

He grins. Lifts your hand to his mouth. Presses a kiss to your knuckles.

"Worth it."

You walk out to the deck.

Sanji follows a few seconds later, lighting a fresh cigarette. His hair is still slightly disheveled — one strand falling over his eye that he doesn't bother fixing, his shirt has wrinkles across the chest from where you grabbed him. He doesn't seem to care.

Luffy is sitting on the mast, pouting. "You guys are no fun, I couldn't find you."

Zoro is back to sharpening his sword. He glances up, looks at you, looks at Sanji and rolls his eyes so hard it's almost theatrical.

"Took you long enough."

Sanji doesn't rise to it the way he usually does. No immediate kick. No shouting match. He just flicks ash in Zoro's general direction.

"Shut up, mosshead."

But his voice is lighter. Distracted. His eyes keep drifting back to you.

You sit down on the deck, legs crossed, trying to act normal. Trying to ignore the phantom feeling of his hands on your waist, his mouth on your neck.

Sanji sits next to you. Closer than he needs to. His shoulder presses against yours his thigh lines up with yours. Anyone paying attention would notice. He doesn't seem to care about that either.

Nami catches your eye from across the deck. She raises one eyebrow. Smirks.

You look away, face hot.

"You have something," Nami says sweetly, tapping her own jaw, "right about here."

Your hand flies to your neck. You feel it — the spot Sanji marked. Still slightly tender.

Your face goes nuclear.

Sanji, without missing a beat, takes a slow drag of his cigarette and exhales toward the sky. "Bug," he says flatly. "Big one. Had to get it off her neck."

Nami's smirk deepens. "Must have been a very aggressive bug."

"Very," Sanji agrees. His knee bumps yours. Deliberate.

Zoro snorts but doesn't look up.

You want to die. You also want to kiss Sanji again. It's a confusing feeling.

He offers you his cigarette. "Want a drag?"

"I don't smoke."

"You could start."

You take the cigarette. Your fingers brush. You bring it to your lips, inhale, and immediately cough.

Sanji grins.

"Atta girl," he says.

And when he takes the cigarette back, his fingers linger on yours. Not accidentally. Not briefly. He holds on for a full second longer than necessary.

Nami pretends to be very interested in her book.

Luffy, oblivious, swings down from the mast. "I'm hungry. Sanji, make meat."

Sanji doesn't move. His shoulder is still pressed against yours. His pinky hooks around yours on the deck between you — hidden from everyone except the two of you.

"Yeah," he says, not looking away from your face. "In a minute."

[y-eowang]

ONE PIECE, S2EP5: WAX ON, WAX OFF

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THAT RED SUIT!🥵🥵🥵❤️💛

[mummyxdust]

Between Me & the Deep Blue Sea | sanji x reader

Summary | You should’ve known better than to bring a mysterious plant aboard the Going Merry. When you run into some strange side effects from its pollen, Sanji offers to lend you a hand.

Warnings & Notes | 18+, fem!reader, sex pollen, smut, porn with v little plot, friends-to-lovers, fingering, oral (f receiving), some spit play, lil bit of dirty talk, unprotected sex (oops sanji cums inside)

Author's Note | Impatiently awaiting the release of S2 got me inspired to write a personal favorite trope of mine. I've never written a sex pollen fic before, so I hope everyone's happy with the results (and that I got Sanji's characterization right lol)!

WC | 8.2k

God, you were so stupid. As the crew’s botanist, it was your job to know plants, to determine what was safe or deadly, what could serve as a salve or a poison.

Yet, the flower you encountered on a recent stop to an exotic port - beautiful, bright, and fragrant - left you perplexed. You couldn’t identify it immediately, and your curiosity got the better of you, so you eagerly brought it aboard the Going Merry for study.

And now, you understood why the salesperson seemed to be laughing at you as they happily accepted your coin; you should’ve known that something so pretty would be dangerous.

The damned thing was an aphrodisiac, a kind of strange stimulant that you’d never encountered before. Once you’d finally found an entry on it amidst the pages of your botanical reference books, your stomach dropped with dread. You’d had the plant aboard the ship for days, though thankfully it had been secluded to the closet serving as your sad excuse for a room - you were cramped in there with your books and tools and that stupid flower, none the wiser to what it was slowly doing to you.

You’d been exposed to its pollen for days, breathing it into your lungs as you pondered over it, touching the delicate petals and coming away with soft grain on your fingertips. At least you weren’t dumb enough to have ever thought about consuming any part of the plant - that would have made things truly unbearable, as you’d come to learn that that was the fastest means for its reactions to take hold.

At first, you thought maybe the flower wouldn’t have any effect on you, considering that you hadn’t felt any different in those days isolated with it. And even once you’d found another entry in your encyclopedia detailing its slow burn results, you thought that perhaps you’d incorrectly assessed it, again because you felt nothing.

But after three days around the thing you felt… something. A twisting in your stomach, a heat stoking at your core. You tried to ignore it as the day went on, but with each passing minute you could feel something taking over - Usopp’s smile made you antsy and nervous, Nami’s pretty legs crossing one over the other shot desire through you like lightning. Shit, you had no business getting all worked up about your friends like that, but it was simply out of your control.

And it only got worse when Sanji tried his usually fruitless flirty tactics, lingering close enough that you could smell his enticing musk, his suddenly silky voice forcing you to clench your legs. Once that happened, you all but booked it away from everyone else and locked yourself up, only leaving your room to chuck the offensive flower overboard in a panic. There was no way you’d risk keeping it here even a second longer, because just your luck the pollen could somehow get to the rest of the crew, too.

You’d already been cooped up in your room for an entire day, feigning illness. Everyone had stopped bothering you after you practically screamed at them to get the hell away from you. Save for Sanji, annoyingly, who simply couldn’t help but check in on you regularly, offering food and drink and even company.

Sanji had probably done so a dozen times before you couldn’t take it anymore.

You caved to your impulses, throwing open your door and yanking him inside abruptly. You pinned him against the door, hands twisted in the front of his jacket, eyes crazed as you looked into his face. You could feel his body heat, could smell him overwhelmingly. Sanji - blissfully unaware of the state you were in - looked far too pleased to be pressed between you and the door, eyes gleaming and grin cheeky.

You loathed to tell him what was going on - you didn’t want any of your fellow Straw Hats to know about this embarrassing predicament you’d landed yourself in. The plan was to stay locked up until it passed, but Sanji just wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Look asshole,” You spoke through your teeth, body clenching at that stupid smile on his face, a wave of heat washing through you, “there’s… an issue and it’d be better if you stopped bothering me.”

“An issue?” Shit, was his voice always that hot? Despite the twisting in your belly, your glower darkened in an attempt to dampen this ridiculous pining.

Frustratingly, his wolfish grin grew larger, and with a sharp intake of breath, you dropped your gaze before you could do something bad, “Yes, an issue, and it’s not your business, so go away.”

“You don’t look so good,” Sanji began, tone sultry - or was that just in your head? As if he was testing your limits, he lifted the back of his hand to your forehead, and you all but jumped with a gasp, “God, you’re on fire. Maybe a little tea to make you feel better?”

“No.” You relinquished your grip on his jacket, needing as much distance between you two as possible, though this damn room was so cramped it wasn’t nearly enough. Sanji looked you up and down curiously, and even that had the unfortunate effect of causing desire to pool white hot inside you.

“Soup?” He offered in a taunting voice, evidently finding your current state amusing, not realizing the enormity of it. His brow furrowed some as he moved towards you, to which you pointed in harsh warning.

“Sanji, just go.” You insisted, trying to resist your urge to jump his bones, to drag him back towards you without restraint.

Though still grinning impishly, he held his hands up in surrender, and, shit, that look on his face dared to make you wet, “I don’t like seeing your beautiful self unwell like this, I’m just trying to take care of you.”

Unexpectedly, you moaned at Sanji’s words; his flirtatious remarks had never worked on you before, and you so wished you’d had more control than this.

Your illicit sound caused both your eyes and Sanji’s to widen, and shamefully you tried to step back, but your legs bumped your mattress, meaning you had nowhere to run as you looked about yourself in a panic.

Though there was uncertainty in his gaze, Sanji’s eyes still gleamed with mirth, he still smirked with playful intent. He gave you another slow once over, eyes crawling the length of your body; you had to press your lips tightly together to hold back any more noises that dared to come out of you, your thighs clamping stiffly.

When his gaze eventually trailed back up to meet yours, you clenched your hands, nails digging into your palms, feeling tense all over with how desperate you were for some kind of release. There was something salacious about Sanji’s stare - you could no longer tell if it was real or your imagination. As if he could sense the effect he was having on you, he grinned wickedly.

“If you do need anything,” he started, voice so much more appealing than it had any right to be. He took a careful step towards you, looking between your eyes intently, “you know where to find me.”

A small whine caught in your throat, and you prayed it was quiet enough to be imperceptible. You had to drop your gaze, feeling utterly flushed with heat. But your luck had already run out for the day, because Sanji dipped his head some, and you caught that alluring musk of him again, making you stir.

“What is going on with you?” He teased before stepping back. He turned, hand twisting the door knob when you abruptly blurted out.

“That stupid flower did something to me!” Your words came out fast, slurring together; you weren’t sure what came over you to babble without a thought, but the pollen had seriously dampened your impulse control.

Sanji stopped and quickly spun back towards you. No longer was his expression flirtatious; instead, his brow knotted in concern, his hands grasping your shoulders before you even had the chance to stall him. You took a sharp breath, heat coursing deep in your center and head flustered from his touch.

“What do you mean? Are you okay?” Sanji’s worried tone just made you crave him even more, his instinct to take care of you way too enticing right now; fuck, when would this pass?

“I’m fine,” You squeaked out, thighs rubbing together desperately, “It's just…”

“It’s what?” With a focused look, Sanji felt your forehead again, then pressed his hand gently to your cheek, “You really are on fire, love, maybe we need--”

Again, your words spilled out like a tsunami, “I need you to stop touching me or I’m going to lose it!”

But Sanji didn’t move, so taken aback that he wasn’t sure what to do with you. His expression twisted that little bit more, driving you insane.

“Sorry, what?”

“The plant!” You grabbed his wrists, sure that you must look like a crazed woman right about now. You tried to push Sanji away, but he stood firm, “The pollen was an aphrodisiac and I’ve been unintentionally dosing myself with it for days! So, please Sanji, I feel like I’m about to burst and it's already embarrassing enough that I told you, so go!”

Sanji showed about a hundred emotions in the span of only a few seconds - worry, confusion, understanding, confusion again, until ultimately landing on that dreaded, impish inquisitiveness of his. You could see the exact moment it all clicked, that gleam of delight at your expense, that relishing curiosity. You practically threw his wrists away when you realized that you were still clutching them, groaning deeply with frustration.

Oh, how you loathed the glee in Sanji’s expression; you’d try to slap it away, except you feared doing so would just make you wetter than you already were. As he looked you over again with that trademark grin, you clenched your legs again, toes curling.

“Aphrodisiac?” Was he taunting you? “So that means--”

“Yes, it means I’m horny, okay!?” You hated how feral and aggressive you sounded, hated the way your attitude only seemed to bring him greater entertainment. With a dramatic, vulgar sigh, you dragged your hands down your face, turning away; when your shoulder bumped Sanji’s in your retreat, you jolted with a gasp.

“Well, isn’t that something?” God, he was enjoying this far too much.

“Sanji--!”

“Wait, wait.” He insisted. You closed your eyes, trying to take a soothing breath, but your body just wouldn’t calm down, the desire burning inside you only grew hotter now that he was in on your secret, “How long is this going to last?”

“I really don’t feel like talking about it right now!”

“I’m only asking--” You cut him off with a mean groan, whipping back around to glare at him. Once more, he held up his hands, but the shit-eating grin on his face was enough to make you throb. He waited a beat before trying again, licking his lips far too sinfully for your liking, “Maybe… I can help?”

“Oh my god.” You whined, your body yearning in spite of your better judgement, his suggestion making your pussy clench with the need to be touched. Foolishly, you met his eyes, which only did the job of making you want to throw yourself at him, “Sanji, don’t be stupid--”

“Is it stupid?” He insisted, stepping into your personal space again, your head dizzy with yearning. He ducked his head, eyes staring into yours earnestly, a look not quite like his usual coy ones, “Because, look, would I enjoy a little romp with you? Obviously.” You mewled smally, to which surprise briefly flashed across Sanji’s face, “So, if you think it might help, then by all means, just say so.”

You bit down hard on the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your desire in check, because you feared that you could burst any second now. Though you tried desperately to look mean and glaring, you felt far from intimidating; if that wanton look on Sanji’s face was anything to go by, then you failed miserably.

You wished that you wanted to say no. Oh, that would be so much better than agreeing to Sanji’s offer, because doing something like that with your crewmate - your friend - sounded like it would open up a whole new kind of trouble. But just the idea of it made you squirm, made your body coil like a spring; even just a moment’s thought about the things you could do made your eyes flutter.

You knew better than to go along with it. You weren’t so far gone that you couldn’t think, after all - you knew this could be bad. Unfortunately, the pollen had other ideas.

“No one can know.” You bite, body clenching again.

Sanji shrugged agreeably, playing it casually, “Of course.”

“And it won’t happen again.”

“Sure.”

“… Okay.”

“Okay.”

You stared at each other for a long beat, your chest heaving, Sanji’s eyes hooded as he shamelessly took in your expression.

God, you hoped you wouldn’t regret this.

The space between you was small already, the warmth of his breath across your cheeks causing you to shudder; the corner of his mouth quirked up in response, finally sending you over the edge.

You flung yourself at Sanji like a woman starved, winding your arms around his neck, bodies crashing together ungracefully. He was so damn sturdy, barely stumbling back as your lips feverishly met, teeth clumsily clashing. His arms wrapped around your middle, hands firmly gripping your back, fingers flexing possessively.

The moan that escaped you was downright sinful, your heart pounding rapidly inside your chest, body like static beneath Sanji’s exploratory touch. Fuck, you couldn’t tell if this was helping or hurting, your core hot and cunt pulsing, your jumping under his tender fingertips. It was pathetic the way you clung to him like a lifeline, bodies flush and mouths brazen.

As your fingers tangled in Sanji’s hair, a groan rumbled in his chest that made you frenzied, your kisses growing sloppier, tongue snaking between his lips. God, his taste was intoxicating, his tongue twining with yours, his hands unyielding nonetheless gentle as he groped at your body. Rolling your hips against his, you made yourself whimper at the feel of his firm chest, his pelvis pressing to yours.

Maybe you should have done this sooner.

Determined not to break from Sanji’s luscious lips just yet, you blindly spun the two of you around, his calves bumping the bed. Understanding what you wanted, he gripped you tightly while dropping down atop the mattress, drawing you into his lap as you moaned again.

Mouths heatedly pressed together, you shifted to better straddle Sanji’s fit legs, his cock twitching near your center. If your head wasn’t already spinning you may have been embarrassed by how wet you were, soaking through your panties.

Sanji’s hands wandered, squeezing your ass hard enough to make you gasp, using his grip to grind your hips down against his. You tugged roughly at his hair as you moved together, rutting back and forth along his growing length, clenching with the need to be filled.

Your mouths were greedy, tongues feverish, kissing as if desperate for one another’s air, noisy sounds of pleasure humming in both your throats. Sanji’s hips bucked just right beneath you, meeting you in time with the deep grind of your hot pussy.

When finally he broke from the kiss, a string of drool connected your lips, a whine sounding from your throat. Keeping up his slow, steady rhythm, Sanji met your eyes darkly, drinking you in with utter desire; you damn near came just from that look alone.

“However you want me,” he whispered against your lips, noses brushing, breath mingling. Your hips stuttered, to which he greedily grasped your ass and matched your rhythms again, “Yours to do with as you please.”

“Fuck--” You couldn’t help but gasp, feeling impossibly more turned on. You almost hated him for how damn effortlessly those sultry words came to him, grinding your hips roughly against his cock, delighting in the way his eyes momentarily crossed, “Promise?”

A short, lustful laugh escaped Sanji, his fingers groping you nice and tight, “Like this, love, I’d promise you anything.”

Another desirous sound whined in your throat as you captured his lips in a searing kiss, fire scorching bright inside you. Hips rutting rapaciously, your hands wandered down his neck and torso, shoving at his jacket as if it personally offended you. Urgently, Sanji threw it off before he grasped at you again, not wanting to lose a moment of exploring your body.

The flex of his muscles beneath your hands was maddening, taut and strong and just asking to be bit and kissed. You frantically worked the buttons of his shirt, nearly popping them as you worked your way down, down, down till the damned thing was open. Your fingers slid along Sanji’s washboard abs, causing you to groan because, fuck, this was the body he’d kept covered up all this time?

As if you couldn’t trust your touch, you split from Sanji’s lips to lean back and drink in the sight of his body, hissing desirously at how damn good he looked. Your nails scratched up his sides, over his pecs and abs, and when your lustful eyes turned back towards his, you practically keened at the focused way he was watching you.

Holding eye contact, you leaned down to nip at his chest, causing him to yelp; your body tightened as you giggled hungrily, mouth trailing up his collarbone and neck, kissing just below his jaw. Sanji leaned his head back as he twitched between your legs, letting you ravage his skin, biting and sucking and kissing to your hearts content, hickeys or teeth marks be damned.

As you all but consumed him, Sanji’s hands slid up the back of your shirt, palms hot as he traced your skin, arching into his touch. Both of your hips had fallen out of rhythm, and so Sanji reached up to grip the back of your neck, pulling you away so he could meet your eyes again.

“Let me touch you.” It sounded like both a question and an instruction, your cunt tight with utter desire. You nodded, catching your breath, and then Sanji abruptly flipped you onto your back.

Splayed on the bed, you ogled as Sanji brushed back his hair and dropped his shirt to the floor. You bit your lip, eyes hooded as he crawled over you; he pressed a single, dizzying kiss to your mouth, pulling back before you could latch onto him again.

As if understanding your urgency to be touched, Sanji’s hands reached beneath your shirt again, yanking it over your head speedily, exposing your hot skin to the cool air before he did the same thing with your shorts. You wiggled under his wandering gaze, drinking in every curve and blemish of your body like you were a three-course meal.

He lowered his mouth to your chest, biting your breast as you had done to him earlier; you bucked and gasped, feeling his smile against you. He sucked at your skin, insistently creating a hickey just above your bra, meanwhile reaching between your warm bodies, fingertips grazing over your pelvis, to which you whined.

Sanji sighed longingly as his hand moved lower and lower, teasing at you through your thin, damp panties; you clenched with a wanton mewl, desperate for so much more of him. Kissing far too tenderly over the hickey he left behind, his mouth trailed down, tongue gliding a wet trail along your stomach, ghosting along the flimsy fabric keeping him from you. For a moment, you held your breath, hands eagerly twisting in the bedsheets.

Hooking his fingers in your panties, Sanji tugged them down to your ankles, his hot breath teasing near your clit as you shucked the undergarment away with a wiggle of your foot.

He lingered painstakingly, and you looked down your nose at him, brow knotted with impatience, mouth agape as you sucked in  a breath of air. His eyes were large and black with lust as he, too, glanced back towards you, expression both sweet yet taunting. You were tempted to reach out and grab his hair, to guide him towards you, but even in this fervor you managed to refrain, though you weren’t sure how long that flimsy self control would last.

“Look at you…” He sounded awestruck, and the lust in his tone made longing swirl tight around your heat, toes curling.

Now, you did reach out, fingers weaving into his hair a little more roughly than intended; it felt as if you had less control the more your desire continued to stew.

“Sanji, please.” You whispered keenly. The sound of his name on your lips like that stirred something deep in him, his gaze dark and craving, “I… shit, I need you.”

He grinned wickedly, though even the taunting in his tone was flirtatious, “About to come undone already?”

You nodded, eyes pleading, “I’m like a fucking cat in heat.”

Sanji chuckled, breathing hot against your clit, causing you to twitch, “Oh, love, I’ve got you.”

And with that, he plunged a finger inside you without warning, a surprised mewl leaping from your lips as you threw your head back. God, there was no way in hell that alone could feel so good, and yet your eyes crossed, hand flexing in Sanji’s hair. He, too, groaned at the feel of you as if utterly enthralled.

Under his breath, he groaned faintly; you were so wet, clenching around his finger, making his cock twitch in his trousers. He pumped once, twice, before sliding a second digit between your slick folds with ease, wasting no time or teasing; your body was so utterly ready for him that it was intoxicating.

The pace of his thrusts steadily picked up, your hips rolling with his movements, gasps escaping your parted lips. Your head lulled, swimming with lust as your body pulsed around him, limbs twisting pleasurably.

Fingering you greedily, the scent of your desire hit Sanji, his hips bucking against your leg in need of friction.You felt nearly pathetic, the way you rocked against his hand, the way you writhed with moaning satisfaction. Even his heavy breathing, hot on your inner thigh, sent burning waves up your spine; and when he pressed the heel of his palm against your clit, you fucking shuddered.

God, you thought this would help, but Sanji’s fingers buried inside your cunt only seemed to make you wetter and needier, as if nothing would be enough to satiate you. And when he spread his fingers wide, stretching you out deliciously, you cursed that damned plant, even as pleasured whines slipped past your lips.

As he fingered you nice and deep, Sanji’s mouth trailed hot, wet kisses along the inside of your leg, sighing contently at the taste of your salty skin on his tongue. His fingers hooked, curving up into your cervix, palm steadily massaging your clit as you keened unabashedly, toes curling and knees shaking, yanking roughly at his hair. With a hiss, he bit your flesh, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to surprise you, your hips bucking again.

“Fu-uck--!” You whined, his hand unrelenting as your eyes crossed, orgasm washing over you with a surge. For that split second, it was utter bliss, vision starry and limbs melting; but like some cruel joke, your body almost immediately grew tense and tight and desperately unfulfilled again.

That stupid plant.

You tugged encouragingly at Sanji’s hair, meeting his gaze over the swell of your heaving breasts - he was still knuckles deep inside you, eyes blown and an enthralled grin on his lips. You caught your breath, pussy clamping around his fingers, causing him to moan deep inside his chest; your body shook from the aftershocks of pleasure.

“I need more,” You instructed breathily, more like a plea than anything else. You felt as if your body was crawling, causing shakes and pulses, a twisting heat growing so big inside you that it hurt. Oh, that small bit of logic still within you was embarrassed at the way you were practically begging Sanji, needing him to make you feel good.

“My pleasure…” He said huskily, immediately tossing all of your embarrassment out the window because, fuck, he was so hot right now, making you feel so good, taking care of you like this--

Then his mouth was on your clit in the next instant, and you could have fucking burst right then and there. Your hips bucked up against his warm tongue, Sanji using his free hand to keep you down, fingers flexing in the fat of your thigh. A contented hum vibrated in his throat and your pussy, making your knees quake.

Bursts of pleasure pulsed through you as Sanji sucked your clit, his fingers continuing their wanton pumping, slower and deeper than before, pressing delectably against your cervix again now that he realized just how frenzied it made you. Your hand twisted in his hair, pulling eagerly as your hips rocked against his mouth, eyes rolling back with sinful mewls. Fuck, his tongue was goddamn perfect, swirling where you were most sensitive, lapping from pussy to clit, teasing as he slowly pulled his fingers from you before plunging back in.

Your legs were already shaking again, buzzing with satisfaction; Sanji groaned deeply at the sweet taste of you, and your knees nearly clamped around his head with a gasp.

His fingers stopped pumping, pulling out of you so he could ravage your pussy with his mouth instead. You jolted as his tongue dove between your folds, his hands tightly grabbing your legs to keep you still.

You threw your head back, drool pooling on your tongue as you rode against Sanji’s mouth, tugging his hair harshly, struggling to keep your legs spread for him. He consumed you like a man starved, licking along the strip of your cunt, diving into you, nipping your clit. Every single touch was like electricity shooting through your veins, body twitching and jumping, at the will of Sanji’s touch.

His tongue was feverish, growing sloppier and more insistent, fucking in and out of you, his own hungry sounds driving you crazy. Your body felt out of your control as you writhed, legs shaky in Sanji’s hands, hips stuttering with each lap of his tongue, fingers twisting tightly in his hair.

“Fuck, please, please--!” You muttered a nearly incoherent mantra as your hips rolled greedily, hands tugging harshly at his scalp. Sanji knew exactly what he was doing to you, mouth gaining urgency, causing your legs to nearly clasp around him again; but still, he kept them wide open in his grip. The titillation was practically unbearable as you wiggled beneath him, crying with delight, quaking as your vision went black with another earth shattering orgasm.

As you came, eyes crossed and expletives escaping you, Sanji continued his ravaging, eating you out as if he couldn’t get enough of your taste. The stimulation was nearly overwhelming, whining high in your throat, hands yanking at his hair again and again because you felt so damn good that it nearly hurt.

He finally relented, coming up for a gasp of air. His lips were shiny with your slick as he grinned wickedly, delighting in your blissed out expression while crawling up your body.

Catching your breath, that scorching heat reignited like an unscratchable itch, causing you to groan desperately in Sanji’s face. He chuckled, an enticing rumble in his chest that made your body ache for him. You could smell your fragrance on his mouth as he hovered over you, arms braced either side of your head as your noses brushed.

“You alright, love?” He spoke against your lips, the taste of yourself drawing another hum from inside you.

You wound your arms tight around Sanji’s neck, catching his lips in an impassioned, feverish kiss. Hooking your ankles around the back of his legs, you drew his body atop yours, rolling your hips against his straining erection and causing him to grunt. Your tongue snaked past his lips, tasting yourself everywhere.

As you rubbed your body with his, Sanji’s hand cupped your jaw with a surprising tenderness. There was something almost romantic about it, and you found that thought so intimidating that you abruptly broke away from the kiss, darkened eyes finding his urgently.

You ached again, the lustful needs of your body feeling like a drug high, pussy still wet and desperate, an ache coiling greedily within you. Sanji’s dick teased you through his trousers, and you ground against it insistently.

“Sanji,” the way you whined out his name caused his cock to twitch, both of you gasping with hunger. Normally, you wouldn’t speak so plainly, but considering you weren’t exactly in your right mind, the words just spilled out of you, “It’s getting worse.” When he raised his brow, you elaborated while slowly grinding against him, “Everytime I come, I need more.”

Sanji’s jaw hung slack, enjoying the way you moved against him, enraptured by your unrestrained ache for him. His voice was low and erotic against your lips, “I told you to use me, didn’t I?”

You whined again desperately. Even as you burned for him, you managed to taunt, “Confident you can keep up?”

But even that quip conjured thoughts of all the ways he could make your body feel good, and your legs flexed hungrily around him. If you weren’t so high with need, you would have glowered at that dangerous look he gave you, but unfortunately, it just made you want him more.

“For you? Oh, I could do this all day.”

You tightened like a spring, a desperate moan in your throat as you clumsily began to fumble with Sanji’s trousers, practically ripping them off in your haste. For a moment, the two of you were an awkward tangle of limbs as he shoved out of the remainder of his clothing, skin hot and sweaty to the touch, dick grazing along your stomach and pelvis as you grew hungrier for him. Your nails raked along every bit of skin you could reach, dragging along his abs and waist, trailing down his back to the curve of his ass, where you dug in just a little.

Sanji propped himself up on his hands, drinking in the sight of you as you ripped off your bra, the final offensive article of clothing flung away blindly. You took the opportunity to cast your gaze down between you, licking your lips as you eyed Sanji’s cock, red and swollen and just right.

God, you couldn’t believe that you’d just written him off this entire time, that all this time you ignored this striking man with his wicked smile and sultry eyes, his goddamn perfect physique and--

“Droolin’, love?” He teased, drawing your eyes back up. Yes you wanted him deep inside you, you wanted to take all of him; but you weren’t so foggy with desire that you couldn’t taunt him back.

“Are you?” You ask with a jeering curve of your brow. Impulsively, you opened your mouth good and wide, sticking your tongue out flat with a look of anticipation.

Sanji let out a long breath at the sight of you like this, his eyes growing dark as he grasped your jaw. Much as you would have enjoyed him to be rougher and more domineering, it wasn’t quite in his nature; no, his grip was firm yet careful, finger and thumb squeezing your cheeks as he drew you up to meet him halfway. Without breaking eye contact, he spit into your open mouth, your body shivering, surprised that he followed through with it. You swallowed with a cheeky, flirtatious smirk.

“Fuck…” Sanji muttered, dragging you up for a brief, searing kiss. You grabbed at his hips, nails digging into his skin, growing impatient for him to make you feel good again. His lips broke from yours, pressing your foreheads together, “How do you want me?”

The question alone made you whine, cunt clenching. The instruction left your mouth before you had time to think about it, “On your back.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Sanji grinned, one arm wrapping around your middle and hastily swapping places with you, sheets tangling as you nearly fell off the edge of the narrow bed.

Your head was swimming with need now that you were on hand and knee over Sanji, so hungry for him that you wasted no time ogling his body or nipping at his skin the way you normally would with a lover. No, you were desperately wet, and you needed him inside you now or else you may lose it.

You felt like an animal, the way you situated yourself over Sanji, reaching between you to give his hard cock a single pump in your hand before guiding him to your entrance.

Staring into one another’s eyes, you sat back on his dick in one slick motion, taking him to the hilt as you both groaned shamelessly, his thighs flexing beneath your ass. You lingered for a moment, cunt pulsing around him, Sanji’s hands gripping your hips, chests heaving. And as if he lit the fire inside you, you began to bounce up and down the length of his shaft.

“My god…” He growled, eyes back and fingers squeezing your hips as you bobbed on his dick, so goddamn slick and wet, bracing your hands atop his sturdy chest. He filled you so well, thick head pushing into you with each drop, sliding between your walls like he was meant to be there.

Oh, being on top was a bad idea, you realized as your eyes crossed, your neediness making you sloppy as you rolled your hips, your bouncing rhythmless as you chased your high. But it felt so good, every damn part of you, the fullness of Sanji’s cock making you dizzy, the way he stretched you out, the way he held onto you almost possessively. Shit, you couldn’t tell what felt best because you were so sensitive, going wild for how deep he reached, for the way his head caught inside you because he couldn’t pull out at this angle, the bit of pressure against your clit each time you moved.

You leaned back, steadying your palms just above Sanji’s knees, the shift causing his dick to meet your cervix, your head lulling back with a cry. You ground your hips in an eager, hectic pattern, clenching and whining at how full you were, gasping as Sanji bucked up into you to get that little bit deeper.

Shit, you were too horny and wet, that damned pollen making you feel like you were on the verge again, every minuscule movement felt good enough to make you cum already. And you knew you would, over and over again, Sanji’s cock fitting like a glove, thrusting against your sensitive clit, filling you to the brim--

“Fucking made for me--” You whimper like a woman possessed as you cum suddenly, abruptly, overwhelmingly. Your nails dug into Sanji’s thighs, body going rigid as you stared up at the ceiling. He twitched inside you, the both of you moaning together at the sensation. If you had the wherewithal, you would have been embarrassed by the thing you blurted out, by the fact that you came so fast again, but already desire was winding back through your body with no end in sight.

“Another one already, love?” Sanji whispered with a mystified grin, lazily rocking his hips with yours, hands trailing up to grope your waist and breasts. All you could do was hum with satisfaction, back arching as he tweaked your nipples. He gave a particularly deep, calculated thrust into you, delighting in the way you mewled, “Ah, but you’re not done yet.”

“Not even close.” You challenged, even as your voice wavered.

Sanji squeezed your breasts firmly, urging you to lean down towards him; he kissed you chastely before dipping his head, your back arching as his tongue swirled one of your peaked nipples.

As he bit and sucked at your breast, his hand massaged your other; his hips slowly began to thrust up into you again. Whimpers spilled past your lips over and over, Sanji’s cock hitting you a little harder each time, his tongue and teeth on your nipple causing your head to spin.

His hands trailed down to grab your ass while his mouth continued ravaging you, giving one cheek a firm slap before pressing you down on his cock. You were so hungry for him, needing more even with him balls deep, needing him like fresh water.

Sanji sucked a dark hickey on the inside of your breast, lips popping as he broke away from your skin. When he looked up at you through his lashes, you cupped his jaw and kissed him earnestly, which was far too intimate considering that this wasn’t supposed to mean anything. The thrust of his hips faltered for a moment, as if he, too, realized the warmth of it, but he quickly sped up his rhythm as if to compensate, skin slapping skin as you groaned into one another’s mouths.

When you gasped for air, you kept your forehead to Sanji’s, the angle of his pelvis rubbing against your clit making you clench and shake. His breath was hot on your lips as his cock drove into you, hand slapping your ass again just to hear you whine.

“I ne-eed--” Your voice hitched, his dick burying particularly good into you, “--need deeper.”

Sanji huffed out an ensnared laugh, thrusting inside you then lingering there. He rolled you against him, captivated by the way your pussy tightened around him, “Deeper?”

You bit down on your lip as he taunted you, grinding your hips together, “Mhm…”

Sanji’s nose grazed along your cheek and down your neck, mouth ghosting along your skin as he spoke lowly, “In that case: up.”

He stopped grinding, spanking your ass again encouragingly. You pushed yourself back to sit atop him, and Sanji’s brows rose pointedly.

“Up.” He repeated, and you then realized what he meant. You lifted off his cock, crying at how empty you were as Sanji pushed out from under you. As he stood, you eyed him up and down like a slab of meat, sighing longingly at his goddamn hypnotically perfect cock. He grasped your chin, tilting your head back to look up at him; he looked good like this, taking charge and commanding.

His gaze trailed from your eyes to your mouth then back to your eyes, a silent instruction that you eagerly obliged, opening your mouth so he could spit into it again. Your cunt tightened as his saliva hit your tongue, wet and needy for him to be back inside you.

Sanji gave you a swift kiss before releasing your chin, watching through hooded eyes as you arranged yourself doggy style before him, though your narrow bed forced you to brace your hands on the wall beside it. You peered back over your shoulder, arching your back impatiently as he simply took a moment to ogle your alluring body.

Just as you were about to whine with frustration, Sanji leaned over you, grabbing at your hips and pressing open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and neck. You pushed your ass back, the full head of his cock brushing against your curves; he took in a deep breath of your scent, face in your hair, causing you to shudder.

His lips were so soft and sweet along your skin - too sweet, considering the carnal need eating you from the inside out. Maybe under any other circumstances you would have enjoyed Sanji’s tenderness - not that you’d dare tell him as much - but at the moment, all you could do was groan insistently while pressing your ass back.

“Sanji, fuck me.” You urged, causing him to lift his head and meet eyes over your shoulder; you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but there was something serious in his gaze. Just as quickly as you noticed it, though, it was gone, Sanji leaning back to regard your ass, one hand squeezing it while he grabbed his erection in the other, lining himself up with your entrance.

His head nudged at your cunt, teasing up and down the slit, prodding at your clit. Just the baiting alone made you yearn, back arching again needily. He met your eyes once more as he slowly sunk into you, this new angle causing vulgar moans to escape you as he so easily bottomed out, filling you completely. Fuck, he got so deep, head just prodding at your uterus, your pussy constricting around his girth.

He lingered, as if allowing you to adjust to his size, though you were so damn wet and high that you just wanted him to fuck you till it hurt. With a drunken look in your face, you pushed back against his hips, mewling with satisfaction, hands flexing against the splintering wall. Behind you, Sanji, too, groaned, reaching around you to swirl his fingers over your swollen clit; the sensation caused your head to lull back, falling onto his shoulder.

You were damn near tempted to beg for him, to plead that he take you rough and quick. But as the words almost left your mouth, Sanji pulled out, stopping when all that was left was his head, before slamming back into you. You yelped with surprise, eyes crossing as he began to pump his hips, sinking into you over and over, so fast and deep that it was nearly painful - exactly how you wanted it, that goddamn mindreader.

The sounds spilling from your lips were so crass and pornographic - you were never so vocal before, but now you simply couldn’t help it. Not with Sanji’s cock buried perfectly between your folds, his hands squeezing your hips, his mouth hot on your skin. You couldn’t be sure if it was the damned plant making you like this or if it was really, simply him.

As Sanji fucked you like he was the one who needed it, you curved back into him, his chest to your back, hair tangling as his heavy panting blew across your face, the angle of your neck allowing you to rest your sweaty forehead against his chin. God, his own grunts of pleasure were all-consuming, making your cunt tighten and your knees shake; you had to grope tightly at the wall for purchase, feeling as if you could lose your grip at any moment.

“This how you want it?” Sanji muttered hoarsely, to which you hummed eagerly, “More?”

“God, ye-es,” You slurred.

He immediately started snapping his hips with even more intensity, a deep cry leaping from you. He leaned into you heavily, bracing his hands on the wall either side of yours, and you felt like you were going to come undone from how good he made you feel, how his hard cock plunged deep into you, how his hips slammed against your ass urgently.

Shit, there were stars in your eyes as you took him, pussy soaking wet and clenching tight, legs shaky with pleasure. You couldn’t help the way your limbs began to dissolve into jelly, struggling to stay upright, arching as you pressed forward, cheek to the wall in front of you, drool teasing as the corner of your mouth.

Feeling you melt on him, Sanji’s arms snaked around you again, cupping your breasts and forcing you back against him, sweat slick between your bodies as the angle change caused you to keen. His hands were delectably rough, one fondling your nipple as the other snaked down to your front, lingering just out of reach from your clit. His fingers splayed across your pelvis, pressing you back into him firmly, holding you steady as his cock thrust up into you.

“Really am made for you,” Sanji grumbled into your hair, teeth nipping at your ear. With the way your head spun, you nearly forgot what you’d said earlier until he recalled it, the gruffness of his words making you pulse around him. He moaned deep in his chest at the feel of you, hips driving with particular intensity, the pressure above your clit making you dizzy.

Sanji’s hand on your breast trailed up your neck to your jaw, urging you to turn your head so he could kiss you sloppily, his tongue shoving hungrily into your mouth, thrusts unrelenting.

When your lips broke apart, he kept you there, forehead to yours as he groaned, “Say it again.”

The request made a spring tighten deep inside, a moan falling from your mouth into his. Again, under different circumstances, you’d be nearly embarrassed by your dirty talk, but now it just made you wetter.

“Your cock was made for me,” You mewled, voice hitching, lips brushing Sanji’s with each word. He whined, hips persistent up against yours, only encouraging you, “Fits me so fucking good--”

Unexpectedly, his cock slammed up hard into you, the both of you yelping as he stiffened and held you tight. You could feel him cumming deep inside, twitching and grunting, filling you to the brim. And you were right there behind him, turned on so much by the fact that he was spilling into you; you lost control with a wild cry, body trembling with your release.

For a long beat, the two of you stayed just like that, tangled together and panting heavily. Your head was still spinning, Sanji’s cum slowly leaking down your thigh; and like the curse that just wouldn’t quit, your body lit up again carnally, ready to keep going and going and going.

“Shit,” Sanji hissed into your hair, finally coming back down to earth.

The both of you quivered as his hands dropped to your hips, easing himself slowly out of you with a low keen; the loss of him caused his seed to ooze out of you, soaking the inside of your legs. He rested his sweaty forehead between your shoulder blades as he caught his breath.

“Sorry, I didn’t think I’d cum that fast.”

You hummed contently, blindly reaching back to knot your fingers through his hair. Even as your body ached for him again, your lips curved up with jest, “You can do this all day?”

To your teasing, Sanji roughly squeezed your hips; you could feel his smile against your clammy skin, “Oh, I promise that. Just gimme five minutes.”

True to his word, Sanji recovered in record time; you spent those few minutes waiting touching yourself, though even that couldn’t make you feel as good as he did. That goddamn pollen was unrelenting - you’d lost track of how many orgasms you had once Sanji returned to you, using his hands and mouth and cock to bring your ruination time and again. And even then, you kept begging for more.

By the time your body had stopped burning, you realized just how spent you really were, muscles aching in all the right ways, limbs quivering even while you did nothing.

Fuck, even once you were back in your right mind, you couldn’t stop thinking about Sanji - that was the best fucking sex of your life, but how the hell could you tell him that? This was your crewmate, your friend, an obnoxious flirt, and, apparently, some kind of sex aficionado, considering all the ways he managed to make you cum. Once he eventually left the safety and comfort of your room, the spell would really be broken, you weren’t sure how you were ever going to look at him normally ever again.

But right now, as you watched him redress slowly - because he was just as worn out as you were - you tried not to let the panic set in. You were certain there was no fucking way you could just be normal with him moving forward. The thought that you and Sanji would be sharing a secret this big made something coil inside you, and for a moment you nearly panicked, thinking that maybe the plant’s effects hadn’t totally worn off and were back with vengeance.

But, no, it had nothing to do with the damned pollen. You realized, frighteningly, that it was completely and utterly you getting worked up thinking about what Sanji was able to do to you; your reaction had nothing to do with that plant at all.

You weren’t certain if Sanji could tell that you were panicking, because you weren’t sure what was going on in his head, either. Yet, when he met your watchful gaze while shrugging into his shirt, he gave you that dazzling, gorgeous grin of his, and you couldn’t help smiling back; though, the butterflies swirling in your stomach filled you with something akin to dread.

Sanji bit the inside of his lip as he studied your face; it seemed like he was trying to make up his mind about something, which only made you more nervous.

Before you could think or react or stop him, Sanji swiftly dipped down to where you lay on the bed, tenderly cupping your cheek and swooping in to steal a kiss that made your heart skip a beat inside your chest.

Shit, maybe this did mean something after all. And that terrified you most of all.

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Addt, Author's Note | Been a little while since I've written smut, so hopefully this wasn't just repetitive or disappointing lol. I don't totally love the ending, but it isn't the worst, so c'est la vie~

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