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Apr 2

Stress Relief (NSFW) (FR THIS TIME)

Fandom: One Piece Pairing: Sanji x Fem!Reader Rating: NSFW (explicit smut) Word Count: 5860 words Warnings: Explicit smut, PiV, oral, fingering, service top Sanji, Sanji bottoms near the end, praise, some dirty talk, and and worst of all not proofread Extra: Yeah so... in time for April Fools I cooked this up (kind of)

Summary~ You had a terrible day, luckily you come home to the familiar smell of your lover's cooking. (AND THEN THEY FU-)

Crossposted on AO3!

You wanted the ground to crumble open and swallow you alive. You had just had the worst day in a long while, little things stacking up brick by brick until the weight of it nearly crushed your spine to bits.

You hadn't slept well the night before, you woke up and Sanji wasn't next to you, you spilled your coffee on your way to work, you missed the bus and came in fifteen minutes late, for some reason today was the day where everyone you had to talk to at work had a stick up their ass, the heels you were wearing felt too tight, you had to skip lunch, you had so much work you chose to stay behind after hours to finish as much as you could, you hadn't charged your phone the night before and didn't have a charger on you, and it started pouring on the day you forgot to bring your umbrella.

It was a miracle you could even make it back home to your apartment, if you ignore the drunk-looking stumbling. Why did you decide to wear those heels again today?

Reaching the door, your hand loosely hangs onto the knob as you take a breath.

In… and out…

The sound of music and sizzling reaches your ears as you lean against the door. You breathe a sigh of relief, he was home at least. Taking another breath, you compose yourself before opening the door, the last thing you wanted was for Sanji to see you upset and in such a state.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

"I'm home…" you call out, cringing at how meek you sounded.

Almost immediately, the bright sun you called your lover barreled towards the foyer, "My love, there you are! Welcome back…" his voice trails off as he sees your drenched figure, the muck from outside spilling past the borders of the welcome mat, forming a puddle that was just begging to be mopped up.

"Oh sweetness…" he murmurs, slowly walking towards you, hand cupping your damp cheek with practiced gentleness, "what happened?"

The moment his fingers brushed against your cheek, It was as if the flood gates opened and the bulging dam broke down.

You would have collapsed on your knees if Sanji wasn't there to catch the broken pieces, gathering them into his arms. The sound of your sobbing drowned out the music that was playing before, only muffled by Sanji's sweater as he held you closer.

"Let it all out, love…" he says lowly, "I'm not going anywhere…"

You nod into the crook of his neck, sobs dying down into soft sniffles as your tears continued to flow.

"Bad day..?" He murmurs.

You nod again, not trusting yourself to speak without stammering. Sanji doesn't press further, letting his hand rub your back firmly, grounding you as you melt into his touch.

"It must've been so difficult for you…" he stops rubbing your back, instead moving to smooth the mop of your hair instead, tucking the loose strands that stuck to your face away and behind your ear, "Dinner's almost ready, so do you want to eat first or wash up first?" He asks you, his voice so soft you might as well become one with the puddle beneath you, but alas…

"Clean up first…" you mumble, slowly detaching yourself from his arms, eyes widening in realization, "oh.. I'm sorry.. about your sweater…" you mumble, fretting over the soaked knit, "I just-"

"I know, love." Sanji chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "don't worry about it, just go and get yourself all cleaned up and pretty alright? Then we'll eat a good meal and watch your favorite shows."

He left no room to fuss or protest, all you could do was nod and follow through.

With a little help, you get back onto your feet, kicking your heels off and heading straight to the bathroom for a hot shower.

You sigh rinsing the suds out of your hair, feeling a little refreshed now that you've had some time to yourself to decompress.

Shutting off the water you take the time to pat yourself dry with the towel, your head feels much clearer, your shoulders lighter, yet you still couldn't seem to stop thinking about your day, about the future, about a lot of things.

Wrapping the towel around yourself, you leave the bathroom to find clothes to change into, and find yourself gravitating towards your boyfriend's side of the closet. Lined on the rack were all of his button ups and ironed shirts that while washed clean, were still unmistakably his. It's difficult to remove the smell of nicotine from fabric after all, especially when you're constantly surrounded by it. A small smile forms on your lips when he crosses your mind, the special someone right outside the room, in the kitchen humming a cheesy tune while he cooked.

Your fingers gently brush against the fabric of one of his favorite button ups, surely he wouldn't mind you wearing it tonight? Slipping it off it's hanger and onto your shoulders, your cheeks warm as the fabric engulfs you whole. You blush as you hug yourself in it. Making up your mind, you find a pair of yours to pair with the shirt, doing a small spin in front of your full-length mirror just to see.

Sanji was just finishing up setting the table as you walk out, lighting some candles in the middle of a beautifully set table, cheesy and romantic, just like him. He seems to sense your presence, turning around with his signiture grin to greet you.

"Just in time, I just finished dinner-" Sanji's eyes widen when he spots you.

You laugh a little embarrassed, "I guess I'm a little under dressed for the occassion, huh?" you joke lightly, fiddling around with the sleeves of his shirt that just barely went past your knuckles.

Sanji didn't seem to reciprocate the sentiment however.

His lips slightly parted as he stares, but before you could chime in to ask if he was alright, he shook off his awe, speed walking towards you and reaching out, his hands hovering over your shoulders as if he was afraid to touch a masterpiece laid out right in front of him.

"My dear," he says, head tilted slightly upwards to make a statement, "You are by FAR the most beautiful lady in this room right now." he declares confidently, without a single stutter. His cheeks were flushed a light pink, eyes sparkling.

You scrunch your nose in amusement, "I am the ONLY lady in this room right now." you stifle a chuckle, "At least i would hope I am."

"You are." Sanji quickly corrects himself, "The most beautiful lady in the world right in front of my eyes, wearing my favorite shirt, just for me- this is for me right?"

You blush, too flustered to respond so you just nod.

"Oh you shouldn't have…" he breathes, stepping closer to brush your still damp hair away from your face, "An angel has come to grace me with a gift, and right after she's come coome back from hell." he brings his arms around you and pulls you into a hug. Fitted like puzzle pieces when you hug back.

"I just like wearing your clothes to be honest…" you say quietly, "It… brings me some comfort, like you're actually hugging me."

He squeezes you just a bit tighter, "Oh angel," he coos, "Don't say things like that, I'm already on my knees here." he buries his nose into the crook of your neck before slowly pulling away.

"Come, eat before the food gets cold." he says, pressing one last kiss to your cheek before guiding your hand to the table set before you.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

You were more than glad he was here with you. Even with all of your energy sapped from the taxing day earlier, just spending time with your lover was enough to soothe your heavy heart.

You felt content.

You should be content.

Then why was your mind still buzzing?

Even with the movie playing right in front of you, you couldn't focus, couldn't pay attention to what they were saying.

Sanji sat next to you, his resting on top of yours, gently running his fingers over yours every once in a while as the film played.

You should be content, but as the dust settled, you were still left with some nagging thoughts that just wouldn't leave. Oh how you despised it. Sanji's already been so good to you, you couldn't ask for more, that would be selfish.

You hold back a sigh, you bite your lip, you hide as many signs of your discontent as you could.

"[Name], are you alright?"

Ah, you were too quiet.

"Hmm?" you hum a little too loudly as you turn your head to face him.

Sanji frowns a little at your expression.

"Ah- I'm fine! Really," you try to soothe his worries, "I was just a bit lost in thought, that's all."

"The day is still bothering you, isn't it?" He says softly.

You swallow, "Maybe a little…" you confirm with resignation.

He offers you a small awkward smile, "Is there anything you need? That'll make you feel better, that is."

"You've already done so much for me already!" you exclaim, "I couldn't ask for more-"

"Nonsense," he huffs, "Could you have asked for the day to be easier on you?"

"Everybody has bad days-" you try to insist.

"Are you defending all the shitty things that happened to you today, now?" he raises an eyebrow making you pout.

"You're impossible."

He brings your hand up to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles, "I'm just doing what any amazing partner should."

"But…"

"No buts." he frowns, "Think of it like this, you're always there for me when I have a bad day, do you ever feel bad about taking care of me-"

"Of course not. I love helping you out." you interrupt.

"How is this any different?"

"It's different because you're always taking care of me…" you groan, "It's not fair sometimes really, you spoil me too much."

"I love spoiling you though." he laughs, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand this time, "I just do."

You sigh, closing your eyes in thought.

"Do you want to talk about it? Need anything?" he asks, "Just let me know, we'll work on it together if you want."

You bite your lip, there was no arguing with him on this, he wasn't going to let you shoulder it on your own it seems.

Oh well, what can you do with such a loving man?

If there is something you want, more than anything at that moment…

Without another word, you make your move, seating yourself sideways right in his lap. Sanji gasps silently, well he wouldn't expect that, you guessed.

"Can I just… sit with you?" you ask quietly, waiting for the typical enthusiastic response from the lovesick man.

But it never came, instead, he gently rests his arms around your curled form, pulling your head closer, to rest under his chin.

"Of course…" his voice softens, "Whatever you want…"

You smile, snuggling closer, "Thank you, Sanji." you murmur.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, "You're welcome, my love."

A few minutes go by, but even like this you feel restless. With a frown you shift in his lap, once, twice. You were comfortable, but…

"Not enough, huh?"

You squeak in surprise hearing his voice so close to your ear.

"uh… yeah." you admit, embarrassed, "Sorry Sanji, it's not you, I just-"

"You know sweetheart…" his voice lowered, lips brushing lightly against the shell of your ear, "I know of another way to help take your mind off of today… a stress reliever, if you will."

His hand travels down from your waist, thumb tucking under your waistband, and rubbing slow circles into the soft plush just above your hip.

You stammer, face warming up, "Oh you don't… have to Sanji.. I-"

"I want to." He says firmly, leaving no room to argue, "I wasn't here for you this morning, and you had a bad day, and if this isn't enough, well..."

His gaze is intense, it makes you feel small, like you want to shy away for a moment, but he doesn't let you.

"My love, please look at me." He says, pinching your chin between his index and thumb, guiding your wandering eyes back to his own, "I'm sorry…" he murmurs, his eyes filled with regret, with longing, with sincerity, "I'm sorry I left so soon this morning without a proper goodbye, that you had to go through such a horrible day alone where no one cared about your suffering."

He leans in close, nose nearly brushing your own, "Let me make it up to you, alright? Let me help you take that pain away, let me help you feel good."

You feel your limbs shake more and more with every word, were you overwhelmed? Maybe a little, but that was how Sanji was, always giving everything, always giving more and more until you were sated. And even then some.

He was like the sweetest honey you've ever tasted, and you couldn't help but crave more. And more he will always generously offer.

You don't nod this time for confirmation, you yank him towards you and smush faces instead. All lip, some teeth, your hands desperately claw at him, clammy, needy, wanting, wringing at his sweater as you try your hardest to pull him even closer than you already were.

You just needed the weight of him on you, the security that was just him. All of him.

And he obliged, he always did, arms reciprocating your needy embrace with his own secure one. While you grappled at him with a tightening grip, his arms held you steady, grounding, his hands didn't grip, didn't clam, but you felt them hold you, hold you like you needed them to, as you lost yourself in your shared breaths, trying to become one in an almost literal sense.

The TV forgotten, no longer the center of attention, but now a backlight for the main event.

"Sanji…" you whine your fingers tangling in his hair, "please…" you pant.

"Shhh…." he interrupts your pleas, adjusting your figure on his lap as he pulls you both to sit upright again, "be patient…"

An order almost laughable coming from him.

"I.. I need it." you huff, gripping at the front of his sweater now.

"I know…" he replies simply, as if stating a fact, his gaze unnervingly calm, his thumb circling your hip again. Just… touching you. Not even sensually, just intimately, loving. It made your body stir in confusion.

It almost makes you pout, how dare he make you stir like this in your need, how dare he, he was.. he was being…

"You're being mean…" you huff.

"Am I?" He chuffs, "do you think I don't want you just as badly, if not more?" His voice lowers dangerously, and his hips roll up to meet yours, earning him a gasp as you feel his exact "need."

"Sanji…" you whimper.

He chuckles again, this time guiding you gently so your back lays against his chest, "No, no, this is about you remember?"

"But I want it…"

"And you'll get it… but I don't want to hurt my sweetheart now, so I have to prep you first all right? Help you get all relaxed and soft for me…"

His fingers finally dip past the waistband of your shorts, the pad of his middle finger slowly circling atop your cotton panties. You wriggle slightly in his grip, your heart pounding loudly, you could hear it like drums in your ears. His other arm wrapped loosely, but securely around your waist, keeping you close as his fingers worked you up slowly. You could feel it, the way his middle and ring finger gently teased your bud, the bundle of nerves responding so sensitively to his touch.

You were too aware of it, it was all you could focus on, you could just burst right then and there—

But he was moving too slow, achingly slow. You needed him, you wanted him, and yet he's acting so cruel-

Suddenly you feel a soft kiss press against your temple, and you go limp again in his arms. You don't like the sound of the chuckle that resounds after.

"No complaints if I give you kisses I see." He teases, "how spoiled."

"Your fault…" you mumble, trying to hide your face by looking away to the side.

"Don't be like that love, I'll give you more kisses." Sanji grins nuzzling his nose against your cheek earning him a fit of giggles from your beautiful self.

"There she is… there's my girl…" sanji presses another kiss to your cheek while continuing his slow ministrations.

You sigh softly, laughter dying down as you lean back against his shoulder, eyes slowly closing in bliss.

"Does that feel good?" He whispers.

"Mhm…" you murmur.

You try to hold yourself still as his finger gently rubs up and down your clothed slit, heat slowly flowing from your burning cheeks down to your gut, an almost comforting warmth… or maybe your head felt too light and dizzy. Up and down, up and down… you were so focused on the feeling, that you nearly jumped in your seat when he kissed the shell of your ear again.

"You're so cute…." he mumbles, "that's it just relax, love, I'll take care of everything…" the pace set by his fingers has no hold on the kisses he showers you with. He moves quickly, like he wants to squeeze in as many as he can before an imaginary time limit. You almost forget how shitty your day was. Almost.

"You know…" Sanji pauses his assault to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, "this relieves my stress too. Watching your worries slowly melt away from my touch alone makes my heart feel so full sweetheart…" you could feel his warm breath against the back of your neck, the way his lips press against the flushed skin there, trailing kisses along your neck.

"You said you like wearing my shirts because they smell like me, but sweetheart… I love your scent too, I love everything about you of course, but…." sanji shifts you intentionally to let the fabric fall off a shoulder, "I'm so tempted… to just take this off so I can worship you completely…" he says lowly, before sinking his teeth gently into the junction between your neck and shoulder, grinning when a soft squeak escapes past your lips. After a few seconds he lets go, running his tongue over the disappearing mark.

Even if he wanted to, the last thing he would do is leave a noticeable mark on your skin where anyone could see. You still had work tomorrow after all. And he wouldn't do anything you didn't ask for. With a sigh, he nuzzles back into your hair, "Was that ok? Do you want more?" He murmurs.

He hasn't even stuttered rubbing over your panties in that mind numbingly slow pace once.

Your tongue feels too heavy in your mouth, you could only barely nod in response, nuzzling back against the fabric of his shirt.

You could feel your legs quaking, this man was going to be the death of you. You were certain.

You could feel him smile against your neck, pressing another kiss there before suddenly pressing both fingers down directly against your clothed cunt, making you flinch in surprise.

"Oh love…" he murmurs lowly, "You're soaked."

You knew that.

You could feel the cotton fabric sticking to your cunt like it was apart of you, the cool air around you both causing you to shiver. Curse this man, teasing you so sensitive, you would smack him playfully if your limbs didn't feel like jelly. You wanted to push him away, except, well no you didn't.

Fuck….

You whine turning your head to his chest as best as you could to snuggle closer to him. You want him to stop teasing you, to touch you directly, to comfort you.

"Sanjiiiiii" You let out a drawn out whine.

"Hm?" he hums softly, you hate how composed he sounds, "You need more, don't you?" his lips brush against the crown of your head as he grins. Gently tugging your shorts off, the discarded clothing falling to the floor below.

"Mhm…" you barely vocalize, shirt bunching up near the waist, "Please…"

"Sweet girl… of course, let me handle it." he murmurs, tugging the soaked fabric of your panties to the side, finally exposing you to his bare touch.

Your hands flail around, looking for something to hang onto, to grip. Sanji's free hand, holds onto both your wrists, pulling them up to rest against the center of your chest as his other hand continues to rub your sensitive pussy.

"Just relax, love… let me take care of you." He presses a kiss to the top of your head, before pushing a finger in.

"Look at that... You must've been so frustrated love…" he mumbles while you bite the end of your shirt sleeve. It was feeling so easy to drown in, his fingers plunged in and out at a mind-meltingly slow pace. Slowly building up the pressure until you felt like bursting.

Everything felt warm, almost too warm, he continued to hold you close to his body, speaking to you softly, though you could hardly process what he was saying past the heavy petting from his fingers.

Your thighs tense, squeezing together as you felt something snap deep within.

"Sa-!"

But before you could cry out, suddenly, you were being lifted up from the couch, in his arms.

"huH- Sanji?!" you stammer, snapping out of your blissed state.

"I'm not letting my darling cum on the couch." he huffs, rushing to the bedroom, "You deserve to melt into a soft mattress while I fill you up-"

He struggles to open the door, shutting it behind him with his foot and racing to the bed, gently setting you down onto the bed, letting your head be cushioned by the pillows below.

"Forgive me…" Sanji mumbles climbing on top of you, "I was so lost in your beauty I forgot we were still in the main room…"

"I was so close…" you whimper.

"And for that I'll make sure you come undone twice as much…" he pants, lips crashing down against your own, kissing you deeply, "ok?"

You babble, nodding slightly as he drowns you in more kisses, his hand reaching back down to your pulsing heat, gently pressing back in, resuming their slow thrusts in and out of your needy pussy.

"Feels so good- Sanji-" you pant between kisses, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, his warm breath mingling with your own, nose brushing lightly against your own, his free hand caressing your cheek, it was all so much, you wanted to explode- but not yet- your thighs clench once more, squeezing around his wrist.

Sanji let's out a breathy chuckle, "Just let go, love-" he pants, "Just let go, it's ok…"

You whine tugging him back into a kiss, as you finally release the tension built up over the day.

Eyes squeezed shut, you desperately hold onto him, unwilling to pull away. You try your best to find your words, in between panting breaths and your muddled brain.

Sanji shushes you softly, pressing more kisses to your cheek, "You don't have to say anything love," he murmurs.

"It's ok…"

"You did so well, alright?"

"Just feel… just feel, my love…"

"It's ok, enjoy it…"

Your hearing cuts in here and there, hardly processing all the things he tells you as he hugs you close.

After some time, you come down from the high, heart beat slowing down with your heaving breaths, eyes slowly opening your eyes to meet his.

"Hi…" he smiles softly down at you.

You bite you lip, wanting to avert your gaze, but finding yourself unable to in that moment.

"Hi…" you say back quietly.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asks softly.

You nod in response, still in a daze.

You feel achingly sticky.

Sanji chuckles, leaning in to kiss you again, softer, brief, like you were made of precious glass.

"Do you want some more?"

You nod.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

You whine, fingers digging his scalp as his tongue laps gently at the nectar that seeps out between your shaking thighs.

Sanji savors whatever he tastes, of course he's slow. Doesn't make you any less fussy though.

"You're doing it again…" you whine, "You're… you're…"

"You can cum again, love, it's fine." he says, kissing the inside of your thigh, "Just enjoy it."

You pout, "But you keep pulling away- aH!"

He gently sucks at your bud causing your leg to kick out.

"Sorry-!" you squeak.

"Don't worry- shh, it's ok…" Sanji mumbles, resting his arm carefully over your leg, the weight keeping you from kicking again.

"Sanji…" you whine, "You've been doing this for hours…" you pant, "Aren't you- Aren't you hurting there-?"

"Don't worry about me, love," he kisses the top of your aching core, "Just enjoy it.."

"Can't-" you pant, "S'not good- for you to ignore it-"

"Oh love…" he murmurs adoringly, moving back up to face you, "You're too sweet to me…"

You take the chance, your hand slowly moving down to cup his bulge straining in his slacks, causing him to bite back a gasp.

"Darling-"

"Please Sanji…" you whimper, "It's been long enough, right…?"

Sanji sighs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "Sweet girl, I can't resist a request from you."

Pulling back, you hear the soft clattering as he undoes his belt, some rustling later, and he's back on top of you, pulling you back into a kiss. His lips are warm, you can almost taste yourself from him-

"Wait…" you mumble, pulling back slightly, "Can I…?" you reach down towards his pulsing length, "Please…?"

Sanji bites his bottom lip, relenting to your request. Your hand strokes him gently, admiring the way the tip leaks so generously, you weren't the only desperate one.

"Love-" he stammers, but you shut him up quick with a kiss.

"'So hot…" you mumble against his lips, "and pretty… Sanji, is this for me…?"

"Y-yeah- mhm, all for you- always." He mumbles, cheeks flushed as bright as his weeping tip, it pulses in your hand, and you bite your lip feeling a heat rise in your core once more.

"My love- please- I want to…" Sanji mumbles, hand grabbing onto your wrist, forcing you to stop, "Not like this- not like- Fuck I'm so close…"

"Hm…?" you blink your lidded eyes back at him.

"Please…" he stammers, "Can I make love to you, darling? Please-"

You nod swiftly, "Yes- yes I want it-"

Sanji wastes no time pinning you back down to the mattress, your head hitting the pillows once more.

"Shit- wait- I need to get the-" he scrambles, reaching to the bedside table before you stop him.

"It's fine-" you say, "it's fine- I want it."

"Love are you sure?" Sanji murmurs.

"Sanji I need you so bad- please- I can't wait a second longer." you pout, tugging at him harder.

He smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek, "Be patient love, you aren't thinking straight like this."

You pout, stirring in your own need for a few seconds more as the sound of a condom wrapper gets tossed to the side.

You're about to voice another complaint, but the words get lodged in your throat when you feel his tip at your entrance. Even with the thin barrier separating you both, you could feel the heat of his need against yours.

"Please…" you mumble.

He merely gives you a lovesick smile, fingers twining with yours as he uses his other hand to guide his cock into your heat, gasping when he finally slips in.

You whimper clutching the sheets, eyes squeezing shut as he pushes and pushes, slowly, carefully, until he was sat flush against your pelvis.

Sanji pauses, catching his breath, "Oh love…" he mumbles, "you're so warm… fuck…" he collapses slowly elbows resting on either side of your head as he catches his breath, "Hold still- if you move like that- hold still love." he pleads, burying his face into your neck, "You're already- it's like you're sucking me in-"

It was so difficult, so difficult to keep still, you felt so full, it was overwhelming, and yet you wanted more, more and more. Finally, he begins to move again pressing kisses to your exposed skin, his fingers expertly undoing the top few buttons of your shirt— HIS shirt, letting the fabric fall away to expose more of your body to him, the soft slopes of your breasts, still somewhat hidden by the shirt, down to your navel, Sanji drinks in the sight of you, his hands slipping past the fabric to grab a hold of your waist beneath.

"Gorgeous…" he whispers, "are you sure this is all for me?"

You blink up at him with lidded eyes, the cold air sweeping over your newly exposed skin, making you shiver. Sanji notices.

"I'm sorry, love, are you cold? Let me warm you up.." Sanji murmurs, leaning back down to kiss you nice and slow, starting from the base of your neck down to your sternum, licking and nipping ass he goes, all the while his hips start to roll up into you at a steady pace, matching each kiss.

You could feel him deep inside, his cock continuously kissing deep into you with every roll of his hips, it felt so good. So good…

You reach out to grab onto him, anywhere, as long as it was him. Sanji gaze lifts to meet yours, moving up to let your hands grip onto his forearms, "Does it feel good?" he murmurs, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

You nod your head in response, "More please…" you whisper, "need more…"

Sanji hums, but his pace never changes, instead he opts to press his weight on top of you, holding you close as he continues that same steady pace. It feels good, but it wasn't enough, you wanted more. You could feel a puddle forming beneath you, being pleasured, but not enough to send you over the edge.

"Sanjiiii" you whine, "Please, go faster- please I need it…" Your nails dig into his skin, nearly sobbing from the edge.

"Sweet girl, you know you don't have to beg with me, I'll give you everything you want." Sanji murmurs, kissing the shell of your ear.

"Liar," you whimper, hands balling up into fists to hit his shoulders, "you're dragging this out on purpose…"

"Trust me love, you'll feel so much better this way." He softly kisses your lips apologetically.

Suddenly, he shifts the pace, now pulling out a little more, before thrusting back in completely, earning you a soft gasp.

"Better?" he murmurs near your ear while you nod profusely, "I just want to help you forget today, so that you only remember my embrace, and how good I made you feel…" he nuzzles his nose into your cheek.

"Sanji…" you murmur, your gaze meeting his.

His eyes squeeze shut suddenly, hips stuttering.

"…close…" he musters out, suddenly bullying his way into your weeping cunt, making you yelp in surprise.

"Me too-" you stammer arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him down towards you.

"I'm sorry, my love-" he pants holding you close, "you'll forgive me now won't you?" He pants near your ear as you whine, legs locking around his waist.

"Forgive me- forgive me-!"

He lets out a groan, hips slowing to a halt as he rides out his release, the warmth spilling against your warm walls, messaging every drop out of him. Collapsing on top of you, Sanji holds you close, turning you both to lay on your sides as his hand rubs your back.

"Love you were incredible…" he mumbles, pressing a faint kiss to your hair, "So gorgeous, so beautiful… you took me so well…"

You felt so loved, melting in his arms as he rattles on, his fingers tangling into your messy hair. Nuzzling into his chest, your ear rests right above his heart, listening as the beats slow down, the soft thumps echoing against your eardrums, filling in the gaps of your mussed brain.

You could feel yourself fading in and out consciousness, surrounded by his warmth, his scent, everything about him that made you crave…

"Love…? I wasn't too rough on you was I?"

You needed more.

Suddenly, you shoot up in your bed, pinning a startled Sanji back to the mattress.

"Love!?"

"You made me wait for so long… teasing me… making me feel so good…" you mumble straddling his waist, "it's so unfair how pretty you are… you know?"

"H-huh?" Sanji stammers as you slipped the used condom off his length, tossing it aside, "Hold on I just came-"

"Was it fun?" you ask lowly, leaning over him, noses nearly touching, "Was it fun to watch me writhe all needy for you?" You finish unbuttoning your shirt, also tossing it aside as your free hand stroking his cock, slowing down as it filled up your hand, pulsing once more.

"So eager…" you murmur, "That didn't take much time at all…"

"Love.. I-"

"Do you want to stop?" you ask, softly this time.

Sanji's mouth snaps shut, shaking his head no, bangs sticking to his face, oh he was such a pretty sight beneath you.

"Use your words, love." you grin, caressing his cheek, "Tell me what you want."

"I… I want to keep going…" Sanji stammers, blood dripping from his nose.

You chuckle, reaching down to wipe the red away with your thumb, "Can I do the rest then?"

"Y-yes you can." Sanji swallows.

"Good." you hum, moving your hips slowly, up and down against his length, moaning softly at the sensation, "Can I just take it honey? Please.. I just want to take it…" you plead, teasing him by letting the tip slip in every other pass.

Sanji whimpers, skin flushed a deep red as he watches you, "I-I want to but I don't want you to feel pressured to do so-"

"I'm not… I promise." you say, sighing from the sensation of grinding along his length, "I really want this… I promise."

"If you're sure-" he pants, "then take it- please, I want it too, you have no idea how bad I want you darling.." Sanji whines, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. He was just so sweet… so adorable… and he was all yours. You feel a surge of affection as you gaze down at him, his flushed cheeks, adoring eyes, messy hair—

"I'm going to ride you stupid." you conclude, reveling in the way he blushes even brighter.

"Are- you sure, love? You don't have to do this-"

"You wanted to help relieve my stress right? So be a good boy and lay there all pretty for me honey." you coo sinking down.

A/n: Hey so uh. Yeah, I know I said I don't write NSFW, but now I guess that's a lie 💔 KIND OF. This will probably be the first and only smut work I write, don't expect this to be a regular thing. I already suffered with writing the uh… "parts." I was literally spinning a wheel in my head with all the names and terms for the sex organs. I am NOT good at this. I must know.. how people write this stuff with a straight face because I- honest to the stars above, felt like a middle schooler every time I wrote "cock" or "pussy" I ALMOST GIGGLED LIKE ONE EVERY TIME I WROTE EITHER DOWN WITH THE SINCERE CONTEXT. Anyway I hope you all enjoyed regardless!

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