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Summary ~ You color pictures for the crew yet mostly for your crush, the blue-eyed cook.
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It's a calm day, a bit slow, and very lazy. You're sailing on the Thousand Sunny but more specifically seated in the kitchen. A red bench beneath you and your body hunched over the counter.
You've got a book full of designed pictures to one side and tons of markers on the other. They are spread out in every shade of the rainbow. You own plenty of art supplies yet constantly buying more. Pencils, crayons, and more paper every day.
Today, you're using markers to fill in a drawing of a cake. A fancy plate holding it up, candles on top, and a background adorned with swirls. The sound of sizzling pots and pans is your background music. Sanji is moving around gracefully.
He's focused on his dishes, mixing spices and cooking things to their fullest potential. It's sweet and comforting in how familiar it has become. If anything it has become your safe space. Though, it's not that way for everyone.
Zoro, the crew's swordsman, walks in and immediately has to say something to rile up Sanji. They shoot aggressive yet witty insults back and forth. You can't help but raise your head to watch.
Gradually, a smile curls your lips and you begin giggling when their foreheads meet. The light airy sound steals Sanji's attention in an instant. He melts, practically tamed, as his eyes fall on you.
"Pervert." Zoro scoffs, looking away and crossing his arms.
"What'd you say?!" Sanji yells, snapping back at the scarred man. And there they go again. Round and round. You turn back to the strokes of your crimson marker, trying your hardest to focus and not laugh at the men. Men's pride never ceases to amaze you.
Eventually, you and Sanji are left alone once more. You raise your finished art piece, inspecting the colorful cake picture. You sign the bottom with the date and your initials.
"Hey, Sanji. This is for you." You hold it out to him and his task is dropped without a second thought.
"My dear!" He spins around with the paper in his hands. "It's so gorgeous! Breathtaking! Extraordinary! Thank you!"
Heat spreads over your neck and up your cheeks. You smile and attempt to hide your face from him. He does this every time you give him a finished picture whether all the colors are inside the lines or not. It doesn't matter what the quality of it is. He adores them.
"We're running out of room over here," he comments. There's a section between two portholes above the sea green couch that he's covered in all the colored pages you've gifted him. Now, the cake is hanging among them.
You leave behind the bench and your coloring supplies to stand next to the cook. His hands are in his pockets, admiring the decorated wall. You stay quiet, soaking up his presence and wondering what he's thinking.
"I really appreciate all of these." He turns to face you, his voice suddenly low and serious. His blue eyes are enchanting and his blond hair is nothing short of mesmerizing. "Thank you, y/n."
Your heart skips and butterflies explode in your stomach. All you wanna do is giggle and jump for joy. He appreciates you. He appreciates your silly little coloring pages.
"It's my pleasure." You grin up at the handsome cook. He returns the grin with soft eyes and a softer smile. Oh, yeah. It's definitely your pleasure. You'd do anything to see that smile every minute of every day.
Just a stupid question but wat do you think of Haymitch from the Hunger Games???
I'll be honest I never got into Hunger Games. I watched the 1st 2 films but that was it. I also didn't read the books. Though, I've heard quite a lot. I do think Haymitch is attractive in an odd way. He just kind of pulls it off. I know he's a heavy alcoholic which yes automatically makes think of my dear Leon in Vendetta. He's a cool character but it is sad to see how alcohol takes it toll. It really destroys a person from the inside out. I've also heard he has a tragic backstory so it makes sense. Anyways, I guess that's my thoughts on Haymitch. ๐
I was just struggling to cut potatoes in half. They are in terrible shapes and sizes. All of them uneven. I nicked my thumb. Nearly crashed out over it by getting frustrated. Yeah, he'd be panicking and I'd feel like a failure. ๐ฎโ๐จ
Yes yes write for Sanji today! Everytime I see a new piece from you, I get so excited ๐ฅฐ
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Hey wonderful incredible ๐ฝ anon!!!
Thank you!!!! I certainly want to. I just don't know what. Maybe inspiration will strike. I'm watching the anime right now and I finally reached their big reunion at episode 518. (Sanji looks so good. Hehe. Also, Hancock having a crush on Luffy is so cute especially since he just rolls with it.) ๐๐
Summary: 5 + 1 times Vinsmoke Sanji tries to prove he can have rough sex with you (and fails misserably).
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A/N: Listen to this while reading
WC: 6.1k
WARNINGS: SMUT FIC, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, 5 + 1 TIMES FANFIC TROPE, SANJI BEING A SIMP AS PER USUAL, TALKS ABOUT SEX AND EMOTIONS, BODY WORSHIP, SANJI REALLY LIKES YOUR TITS, JEALOUSY, MENTIONS OF VOYEURISM, SEXUAL FANTASIES, ORAL, FINGERING, FIRST TIMES, LOTS OF TENDER LOVE MAKING, MUTUAL MASTURBATION, NON-PENETRATIVE SEX, MOOD SWINGS, PENETRATIVE SEX, FROM THE SIDE, SLEEPY SEX, SOFT YANDERE, INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS, MISSIONARY, MATING PRESS, SPANKING, SPITTING AT YOUR CLIT, GOING FERAL.
Act 1: What I feel now will continue.
"You know what I would love to try?" The moment you interrupt the kiss to say those words, Sanji already knows he will not like the idea. So, he shuts you up with a kiss more fervent than the last. You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. He lets out a satisfied hum, tongue delving inside your mouth and pressing you further against the mattress, his rough hands roaming around your lower back. In that moment, in that feeble moment of distraction, your lips abandon his once more. "For you to rough me up."
His eyes widen, and he looks down at you in disbelief. He tries to fool himself to think that he misheard. A lie, he heard you loud and clear. He just wears a stupid smile.
"What?" He asks, clearing his throat in an awkward gesture. The most nervous you've ever seen him since your first time. "Why?"
"Because... it sounds fun?" You retaliate with another question, he averts his gaze, and fidgets with a button on his shirt. "Come on, why are you so shy all of the sudden?" You ask. "Fantasized about it much?"
"Quite the opposite, mon ange." He lets out a nervous laughter, and clears his throat again. Finally looking up at you, almost guilty. This time, its your eyes that widen.
"Really?" You ask. "Never thought about ripping apart my clothes and taking me hard and fast against the kitchen counter?" He blushes a soft pink, and shakes his head. "Not even... making me cry from pleasure? From how much I love it?" Sanji bites his lip, digging his nails over his arm.
"I've dreamt about a lot of things, and I can tell you sincerely, most of them have to do with having you naked and screaming my name for all to hear," He explains, blinking rapidly, swallowing down hard. "But I have never fantasized about doing something bad to you. Something that hurts you. Something that involves... that involves treating you like you're less than me, so to speak."
"Huh?" You tilt your head to the side, like a puppy. Cute. "I- I don't think of it as... degrading. I just think it would be fun." You look at the patterns of the bed covers, not knowing what else to say. And you just stay like that, in your most uncomfortable silence. Until he breaks it.
"Let me think about it." He says, finally. He almost sounds resolute, although there's more doubt than anything in his voice. You look up in an instant, almost jumping up and down in joy. He doesn't know how to feel about how happy you look in that instant. Almost makes him feel bad for lying, for not admiting that sentence is all but a lie so he can tell you tomorrow โor the next time you have sexโ: 'Sorry, angel dearest baby pumpkin pie, the thought of making you cry in any way, shape or form makes me feel repulsive and like I need to rip the skin of my face off' or something along those lines. You interrupt his train of thought by grabbing his hands.
"Oh, Sanji. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You shriek, wrapping your arms around his neck once more as you hug him. He smiles dumbly again, stubble grazing your shoulder as he pulls you close, pressing a soft kiss to the naked skin. In a display of flexibility, you manage to wrap your legs around his waist. "Now... where were we?" You ask in a sultry purr, and Sanji grins to himself.
"Right, right..." He sighs, unbuttoning his shirt and allowing you to watch. His milky skin exhibits the same old scars, the same bruises. His hands hold those same long fingers you know and love, calloused from the work in the kitchen, experienced from it as well. You watch intently as he gets rid of the light blue button up he was wearing, his upper body, elegant and well formed, greeting you for the first time that week. You can see the muscles in his arms and chest flex as he folds his shirt, how his abs contract a second as he finally turns to look at you. "Well?" He says, smiling. "You just wanted me to strip? I told you, the nose bleed I had the other week was a one time thing," He nods, as if making a promise. "I won't pass out after seeing your tits this time... I'd like to think." He almost sounds sheepish, you smile indulgently.
Finally, you allow him to gaze at your naked form. Pliant and gentle, you get rid of whatever clothes you were wearing in the blink of an eye. Exposed, ever the seductress when it comes to him. He lets out a shaky exhale, even shakier hands coming to cup your naked breasts.
"Mon ange, ma chรฉrie..." He whispers, eyes half lidded, clouded with overwhelming lust. He squeezes, softly, then a little harder, making you gasp. "I just love them..." He smiles to himself, and leans down to put one inside his mouth. Sucking on the nipple without a care in the world, Sanji thinks he could spend hours if not entire days just suckling at your breasts, fondling them while dozing off. Unfortunately for him, he has other responsibilities and so do you. But he's content with playing with them every night, if he gets lucky. "Have I told you? Have I ever told you how muchโ" He cuts himself off to suck at your nipples again, leaving smeared saliva around the areola, making the skin glisten. "How much I just love them. How much I love this beautiful pair of tits." His words make your face heat up, this time maybe you'll have the nose bleed. You don't answer, you don't even think you're capable of thinking in that moment. Looking down at him so content, so grateful for the mere fact that you allow him to touch you in such a lewd way makes something feel funny in the pit of your stomach. And Sanji just looks so beautiful, have you ever told him that? That him with his blonde hair and blonde lashes and perfect nose always just look so beautiful, so handsome? You feel compelled to do so. The words die in your throat when he starts to lick and slobber all over your chest, like a dog.
And so, the thought of rough sex is forgotten that night in favor of something else.
Act 2: What I have now I'm afraid to lose.
"Did you think about it?" Once again, you interrupt heated kisses to ask him a question he doesn't like. He almost rolls his eyes at you, only stopped by the reminder that he would rather shoot himself in the throat than ever dismiss you. So, he takes a deep breath.
"Yes, of course," He lifts you up, grabbing handfuls of your ass as he sits you over the kitchen counter. Cake batter forgotten somewhere in the background. "I thought about it."
"And?" You ask, batting your lashes. That mere action has him questioning everything. He is sure he is perfectly capable of roughing you up, hell, he doesn't think he wouldn't enjoy smacking your ass once or twice and plowing you until you can't sit for a week. But there comes the issue. Sanji has swore to all the gods above that he would never lay hands on a woman no matter the circumstance, and so, the dilemma is presented. Is spanking you hitting you? By mere definition, yes, it is. So, the principle of it doesn't allow him to do so. But, in context, is it really hitting you? He has never tried, and doesn't think about it often if not at all. But now, he is forced to debate whether it is worthy to betray everything he believes in favor of seeing a red imprint of his hand on the perfect globes of your ass.
"Iโ" He stutters, frozen still for a minute. "I'm... reluctant." He finally answers, hands going back to fondling your thighs. You cock a brow in response.
"Reluctant?" He nods. "But not opposed." Another nod, and you nod alongside him this time. He goes back to kissing you, a trail of wet kisses left all over your neck and collarbone. Sanji doesn't think he could ever get enough of kissing you. He gets hard just thinking about it. He gets hard at the thought of being able to taste your skin. Don't even get him started on making out with either pair of lips. Sanji could just devour you. You moan quietly, knowing that the kitchen despite being a most taboo spot for the both of you โ after all anyone from the crew could walk in on you getting hot and dirty any second โ, it was a favorite as well, for the exact same reason it was taboo. Even if you knew Sanji was jealous, what you didn't know is that jealousy fueled a fantasy that he didn't feel ashamed about, if anything, any time he needed fuel to relieve himself, he'd just replay it in his mind until he burst.
The fantasy in question? A clichรฉ really, if you would ask him. He would be fucking you, his cock buried deep inside your tight heat. And you would be riding him, riding him as he sits over the seating booth they have in the kitchen. Looking at each other in the eyes, kissing and moaning in each other's mouths. And then, the door would open. You would be naked and he would only have his pants on, his cock left free to ruin your insides for anyone else. And the swordsman would watch, watch as you bounce over him and Sanji makes eye contact with him, grinning, helping you bounce faster, come undone on top of him. At times, Zoro leaves fuming, others, he jerks off while watching. That is the most recurring fantasy in Sanji's mind. Flaunting you, like a prize, in front of his sworn rival. Making him see what he will never have.
Back in reality, who knows what sort of catastrophic reactions that could cause. But that is the beauty of imagination, anything can happen whenever Sanji wants it. But there's also beauty in reality, in how in that moment he is peppering kisses over your abdomen, lifting your hips so you can pull down your little shorts until they dangle around one of your ankles. Slutty.
"Would you be willing to try today?" You ask, and Sanji nods, barely listening. Too focused on licking your thighs, his stubble tickles your skin.
"Mhmm, sure thing." He mumbles, pressing a kiss to your now exposed cunt. You shiver, hands coming to tug at his blonde strands.
"You're lying..." You murmur, looking down at him with half lidded eyes. He licks the expanse of your slit, making you shiver, shutting you up.
"Course not..." He whispers, sultry, horny. Tongue flicking your clit, quick, a mere kitten lick. Your jips buck up, aching for more. Sanji smiles, his hot breath makes your little holes clench around nothing. "Just- Just have to... to enjoy m'self first..." He rasps out, burying his face between your thighs. Two strong hands come to wrap around both your legs, and Sanji dives in. You whine. "Then we can... we can do..." He can barely speak, too entranced by the heavenly flavor of your juices over his tongue. A dry chuckle leaves his throat, on the brink of deliriousness as he eats you out. His grip is tight enough to restrict your movement, but not to bruise, never to bruise. Sanji hates it when his fingers litter bruises over your perfect skin, when his nails dig too hard. Even if it doesn't hurt, he can't stand the thought of it doing so. But right now, he's perfectly conscious and at the same time completely lost in your body.
His rhythm is perfectly practiced, a song and dance you're familiar with but never bored of. Each time his tongue goes to fuck your hole, thrusting in and out so he can press against one of your sensitive spots, his nose is pressing against your clit right at the same time. Like a living grinding mat, he gives you enough freedom of movement to grind yourself against his face as you please. He would never scold you for moving, for squirming, for asking more of him. He's yours to ruin, to do with as you please. And right after he rips as orgasm out of you, after allowing you to breathe for a minute, he adds fingers to the recipe.
His fingers are long, your middle finger the size of his pinky. And he knows that, he knows that perfectly well. He starts off with two, gently easing them inside and thrusting slowly. Your cunt squelching obscenely around them, as if she herself was asking for more. And Sanji can never refuse, because not long after he'll latch his mouth to your clit and suck. His free hand comes to fondle with a breast, rub at your hips or simply pull you closer and he thrusts and suckles. As he drives you mad. You moan his name, ask for more and for him to slow down at the same time, he chuckles.
"More or less, sweet girl? Make up your mind," He whispers, fingers scissoring inside you, spreading you open. His rhythm is measured, thrusting and scissoring, occasionally curling them right over the spongy spot that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll. Sanji knows it all, and overall, is patient enough to know that good things come to those who wait. And after a good long while of fingering, his reward is to taste your cum. Lick it off his fingers. And do it all over again, until he gets tired, until his cock can't take it anymore and aches.
And so, the promise of rough sex is forgotten that day. In favor of at least ten orgasms courtesy of Sanji's skilled fingers and tongue.
Act 3: Be adored when there is no one like you.
That day, Sanji finds himself thinking about your first time.
He doesn't know what sparked the memory. Maybe a smell, maybe a sound. But something compelled him to start thinking about you that day. In that moment, when you both were virgins.
Yes, Sanji at the big age of 19 years old, when you first met. Was still a virgin, and you were too, at your big age. But that was a problem for another time, or so you thought, until that other time actually came.
The day of your first time wasn't really planned or thoroughly discussed. You just knew after heated kisses and shutting yourselves inside the nearest room, that in that moment you were about to experience something that would probably define the rest of your relationship.
"Are you sure?" He asked, mouth immediately coming back to claim your own once more. As if afraid that you would refuse, change your mind and leave him to rot, to shame. Sanji's heart was pounding so hard and so fast in that moment he felt it was about to leave his chest and fuck you itself. Fortunately, that didn't happen, and his heart was left to admire in jealousy how you nodded, how you assured him you wanted to give yourself to him completely and thoroughly.
"Sure, so sure. I- I am," You blurted out, nervous. You both let out the tiniest laugh, holding each other for a minute. Your face buried in his chest, his chin resting over the crown of your head. "How... how big?" You asked, in a moment of boldness, staring at nothing in particular.
"Six inches." He whispers, you try to picture any object six inches inside you. The thought made you think of blood and ache, so you decided to discard it. You remained quiet for a long while, not an uncomfortable silence, merely silence. Left to ponder things, consider decisions and wonder what was about to happen. What expectations did you both have? Surprisingly: similar. Romantic, slow, tender and gentle. No pain or heartbreak. Shared kisses and whispers of each other's names, and falling asleep in each other's arms afterwards.
In a second you were sitting in front of each other in the bed. Neatly made, practically pristine. When Sanji looked at your face you lowered your gaze, and when you turned to face him he looked at the wall. A game that only lasted so long, until his hands came to touch the hem of your shirt.
"M-Mayโ" Sanji feels like he's about to choke. "May I?" He asks in a thread of voice, and you nod, finally granting him permission to lift your shirt. That first garment discarded, Sanji can only stare at the pair of beautiful breasts he has in front of him. He has always been weak for it, for them. Sanji doesn't think there isn't a single day when he doesn't think about breasts, about yours in particular. He has tried picturing them many times, but they can't compare to the real thing, not even his deepest fantasies can compare to the sheer beauty of your tits in front of him at that moment. His fingers ache to touch, but he stops himself, and starts to unbutton his shirt instead.
"Huh?" You ask, confused, a little angry even. Doesn't he want to touch you?
"Its only fair," He says, throwing his button up away, falling somewhere on the other corner of the room. If anything, he looks invigorated. "There, now we're both topless."
You stare at him for a while, at his face. Not the same can be said about him, who's eyes cannot help but wander downwards. Taking in the curves, taking in every detail to the last pore over your skin. Finally, after licking his lips, he looks up at you.
"Can I...?" He leaves the question open, for you to interpret however you want even if the meaning of it is obvious. Sanji is too focused on not salivating all over himself to care about logistics, questions. He only wants permission, permission to touch. Slowly, you nod. And he delves right in. Over you in an instant, he grabs them both in his hands. Just cupping them, feeling the weight, the softness of your skin. Your nipples pebble at the contact, and you shiver. Sanji lets out a breathy sigh, almost a moan. And he gropes, unsure, not wanting to be too forceful, not intending to hurt. And you squeak. That sound makes him question everything, know everything, realize a lot of things. But most importantly, gives him the confidence to squeeze once more. Lightly, again. Until he finds the right amount of strength to make you moan his name.
"Sanji!" You whine, and cover your mouth immediately. If you ignored the blush that covered his face all the way to his ears, you could almost say he looked proud of how he was making you react. One of his hands came to lift your own away from your mouth, the other one still clung to the prize.
"No, come on," He says in a sultry purr, smiling as charmingly as ever. "Let- Let me hear you, yes? Please?" He sounds pleading, almost desperate. How long has he dreamt about this? A long time, it's all he can say. For a long time he has fantasized and he has imagined, and now he can finally feel, he can finally experience all those things he thought about late at night. In your own desperation, you come to kiss him, with tongue. And he cannot refuse. Your naked chests touch as you cage him to the bed. And his hands come to press you further against him, tangling in your hair. When you separate for air, he looks at you for a good long while.
Your hair is a mess, you're flushed and almost teary eyed. And you look hungry, ravenous โ not that he is in any way better, but he can point it out โ. Sanji doesn't think anybody has ever looked at him like they want to eat him alive, like they want to claim him. He thought of it as a masculine thing. The desire to claim, the ache to have. But in that moment, you're looking at him like you want him. And oh, his cock hurts from how hard that makes him.
Your hands, inexperienced, wander until they find the source of his ache. Tentatively, you rub at the bulge that currently forms a tent on his pants. He moans, grave and breathy, eyes closing and yours widening. You had never heard a man make a noise like that, and it compels you to make Sanji let out more, find out all the variations and combinations he could give you. His hips thrust upwards, meeting your palm and grinding himself against you.
"I- I want you to touch me." He rasps out, and you nod.
"I want you to touch me too." You answer, Sanji moans again when you โ rather roughly โ, come to cup his length. You switch positions again, getting rid of whatever was left of your clothes and left naked, bare. His lips come to claim your own once more, tongue against tongue and bitten lips that'll be swollen by the morning. And both your hands roam over each other's bodies, greedy, aching to feel, to grope, to experience all the things you had been missing out on. Sanji's body feels much different than yours, chiseled and angular, contrary to your own anatomy. You both get drunk on the difference, on the contrast, the unknown becomes known.
"Sanji..." You whisper against his lips when his hand cups your mound, barely grazing your clit. He licks over your lips, losing it for a minute.
"Teach me," he says. "Teach me how you want it. I'll learn quickly. I'll make you mine." He promises the moon, sun and stars up in the sky. And like a fool, you fall for it.
"My clit... rub it in circles with your fingers," You whisper, and he nods, peppering kisses all over your neck as he obeys. Clumsy motions, you gasp at the sheer contact, not used to somebody else touching you there. "A-Apply a little pressure and-!" He doesn't let you finish your sentence, already obeying. You had underestimated how foreign it would feel, how great another hands could feel. Your fears about sex were the pain, the rush of hormones, the unknown feeling of another body. But right now, you've only felt pleasure, warmth, love. What were you so afraid of? You don't have time to think about it, not when Sanji is driving you mad with his ministrations. He really is a fast learner. "Teach me too." You stop his hands, and he feels embarrassed all of the sudden.
He stays quiet, heart pounding. Taking you in. And then nods, sitting over the bed once again. Butt naked. He now feels a little sheepish about the fact that he really is exposed.
"Don't grip it too hard," He warns first, knowing full well that there is a possibility of you crushing his cock in your grip. Then, he takes a deep breath. "Grab it... and just... stroke it up and down." He covers your hand with his own, guiding your movements, guiding the pressure. The softness of your palm makes him shiver. And he throws his head back, you can see his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows. "Just like that." He grunts, slowly releasing your hand and letting you move your hand on your own. It's slippery, sticky, and the tip keeps oozing pre-cum in thick globs. He's moaning louder this time, and you keep going.
Both of you kiss as his hands continue to play with your clit, a single finger occasionally slipping inside your tight heat. Your hands continue to pump his cock at a steady rhythm. Moaning in each other's mouths, growing bolder by the minute. And then, he stops you, and stops himself. Switching positions aided by his strength. Placing you on top of him and rubbing his cock against your folds. You mewl at it, at how lewd it looks to have the leaking tip of his dick rubbing and pressing against your clit. And then, you both cum. Thick, white ropes of cream coating his abdomen and your own. And only your heavy breathings are able to be heard as you both reach your high.
And so, rough sex wasn't even thought of that day. Not when you were too lost in knowing each other's bodies a little too well.
Act 4: Please keep this safe.
If you were to ask Sanji how he saw himself in the fairytale that was your life, he would have for sure said the prince. He was blonde, came from royal blood and was going to marry the princess (you).
It was only natural, and wrong.
Sanji wasn't the prince. You, for sure the princess, but him? The dragon who jealously guards his treasure. And the treasure? Well you, of course. You could play two roles at once.
Even if Sanji never liked to admit it, he carried a deep jealousy in his heart. One that stemmed from protectiveness more than anything else. The thought of you being hurt, defiled or claimed by another made his blood boil and his skin crawl. Sanji knew better than to not trust you, after all, if a woman lies is the man's fault. But he knew better because he knew you. He knew your morals, he knew your limits and he knew your heart. And he was sure, absolutely and completely sure, your heart belonged to him as much as his did to you.
Or maybe not. Absolutely not. It was impossible for you to even fathom how much Sanji actually loved you. How much you made his heart ache, how much you made his head hurt. Love was painful for him, to a certain extent. You brought him joy, there was no doubt of that, but that joy, that overwhelming sensation of love sometimes had no other way out than physical pain.
But that night, the one in pain was you.
It was one of your womanly mood swings, or at least Sanji thinks so. Trying to figure out what makes you angry certain times of the month, specially when there isn't blood to tell, brings more harm than good. So Sanji just assumes something inside your brain is malfunctioning and leaves you to sulk at the world, all while providing delicious food and singing you praises. Usually, that is enough to spare him the wrath. The dragon is afraid of the princess. How quaint.
But fear is a strong word, and a big fat lie. Sanji can't be afraid of you, not by a longshot. Not by any means. No, Sanji is afraid of himself if he were to find out that it wasn't your own head that was making you feel upset. He's afraid of finding out that its something, someone, who is making you angry, sad, irritable.
Would Sanji kill for you? Your honor, your name, your gratitude, your safety? The answer is yes. Undoubtedly. Sanji would kill for you.
"Did you think about it?" You ask, laying in bed. Facing the wall. Sanji loosens his tie, sighing as he gets undressed until he's only left in trousers. His lack of response gives you the answer you need. "Figured." You spit out, venomous. He bites the inside of his cheek. He doesn't want you angry at him, least of all because of disappointment.
"Soon," He muses out, a promise. Like a fool, you fall for it. He hugs you from behind, you close your eyes. "It'll happen. I promise," His voice is a low rumble in your ear, soothing your frazzled nerves. You let out a shaky exhale, about to call him a liar. He kisses the shell of your ear, the nape of your neck. A warm hand rests over your stomach, the other is already working on moving your sleeping shorts to the side. No panties found underneath. Naughty. "When have I ever denied you anything, ma chรฉrie?" He asks.
"Never." You answer truthfully.
"Just give me time, mon amour, a bit more time." Another trail of kisses is left over your neck. And his cock, already hard, dives inside your walls with ease. Used to the size and the shape by now, you clamp down on him, moaning his name.
"How much time is more time?" You ask, driving your hips backwards until your ass hits his pelvis. He presses himself harder against you, as if trying to melt into you. You wouldn't oppose the idea.
"Don't ruin the surprise," He grunts, thrusting slowly, barely doing more than grinding himself inside you. Repeatedly kissing your cervix. Not with enough strength to bruise, but enough to make himself known to your insides. Suddenly, the thought of him getting you pregnant overcomes you. And he can feel it, because you clamp down on him harder, making him grunt out your name. "And don'tโ" He rasps out, grinning. "Don't pressure me like that, angel. I- I won't fold." You let out a single breathy chuckle.
"Hmm, pity." Your eyes close once more, the tension that once plagued your muscles finally leaving your body. Your hips rock in irregular motions, sometimes matching his and sometimes not. At moments you're content with merely grinding against him, cockwarming him as both of you doze off in each other's arms, not worrying about the sticky mess left over the sheets or inside you.
And so, rough sex is forgotten that night. In favor of sleeping in each other's arms. Content with being in each other's life.
Act 5: Mellow.
"You said soon." Your voice echoes around Sanji, chopping something while you watch. Legs crossed, exposed. Has he ever told you he finds you quite the seductress?
"And... and soon it will be." He answers quickly, trying to avoid the subject. The more Sanji thinks about it the more Sanji hates the idea of it. Crying during sex? No. He doesn't want you crying during anything actually. Anything that isn't your wedding or a sad book or a fucking puppy on the street with fleas and missing one eye. Sanji doesn't want something that should cause you pleasure to cause you pain. And even less, he doesn't want to be the one causing you said pain.
Has Sanji ever told you about it? About how much he would rather die than ever be the source of your sorrow? Sanji often has thoughts of gore and blood that plague his mind whenever he thinks about causing you hurt or pain even by accident. He hates that part of his brain, the part that fatalizes and makes everything red in a moment. He thinks about such things too often and always hates it. Hates to think of you dead, or hurt, or both. Hates to think of you sad, hates to think of you angry, hates to think of you anything that isn't happy and perfect. But he can't help himself, not when his love makes him so terribly obsessive over you.
"You're a terrible liar." You narrow your eyes, and he can almost taste the disappointment in your voice. It's bitter.
"And you're being terribly pushy," He snaps back. And you can see how his grip on the knife tightens. Not a threat against you, against himself. Sanji trembles, tenses, and then relaxes. "Sorry." He murmurs, going back to cutting. You look at the floor.
"Sorry." You answer back. Echoing him this time.
"Don't apologize to me," He answers immediately. "I'm the one who is taking too long. I'm... I'm the one who is disappointing you." His movements come to a halt for a moment. "And I think... I think I will keep doing so." He turns around to look at you, walking until he's kneeling in front of you while taking both of your hands in his. "Would you ever be able to forgive me if I didn't grant you this wish? If only this time, I weren't to satisfy this craving?"
You stay still for a moment. Shocked at how remorseful he looks, at how disappointed with himself he sounds. And you nod eagerly, throwing yourself in his arms.
"Oh, Sanji. If you didn't want to you could've told me," You say, voice muffled against his clothes. He lets out a shaky breath, holding you close. "I wouldn't have pushed too hard.
"I don't like telling you no," He whispers. "I never tell you no. How can I? How can I when you always ask me so sweetly..." He cups your face, cleaning a stray tear, giving you an indulgent smile. "Do not cry, mon amour. Why the tears?"
"Because I made you feel so upset."
"You have never made me feel anything other than pure joy and love, ma chรฉrie," He kisses away the salty tears, and you sniffle. "Don't you know? Haven't I made it my purpose to make you know it?" He asks softly, tenderly. And you can only press your lips against his own.
Final Act: Always between me and you.
Sanji lays you over the bed with gentleness, getting rid of his clothes without taking his lips away from yours. Once naked, its the same song and dance as always. His mouth over your cunt until you innevitably ask him for more, and his cock comes into play.
"I- I'm sorry," He breathes out, lining his cock with your entrance. His eyes locked on yours as he pushes himself inside. Your spread your legs wider, wrapping them around his waist and taking him in. Your heels digging over his lower back, not allowing him to ever come out. "I'm- I'm a coward." He starts to thrust, moving his hips at a steady, known rhythm. Comfortable, enough to make you moan his name as he plays with your nipples and kisses you on the mouth.
"Sanji..." You moan, and he shuts you up with another kiss. You don't disobey this time, rolling your eyes as he presses the tip of his cock against your spongy cervix.
"No, no, I just-" He stammers, holding you closer. "I can't even bring myself to give you a little spank, tug on your hair. I just can't. I'm sorry, ___. I'm so sorry."
"B-But its alriโ Oh!" He doesn't let you finish your sentence, thrusting faster.
"No, you're not listening," He growls, grabbing your face with much more roughness. And you can see it, the impatience. With you, with himself. And you decide to keep pushing, squeezing his cock enough to make him hiss. "You- You never listen, you foolish girl. You always have to drive me mad. Take advantage of how muchโ" He stops talking to grab your legs and throw them over his shoulder, thrusting faster. Your eyes widen, and you almost smile. "How much I love you. How much I adore you and thisโ thisโ" He spits at your clit, rubbing it with mean fingers. This time, you break into that delirious smile you were fighting off.
"Sanji!" You cry out. And his eyes widen with realization. He has just spat at you, just manhandled you.
And he can't bring himself to stop.
No, Sanji doesn't stop. In fact, he keeps going. He keeps thrusting and keeps pushing until your kneecaps are hitting your tits and you're drooling, cross eyed and fucked stupid. Sanji's fingers digging into your thighs until red marks are left, brows furrowed and sweating. The sound of your moans and mewls mixed with skin slapping against skin are driving him mad.
"This, this is what you wanted," He mutters, more to himself than to you. And even if he was talking to you, you're too lost on the sensation of his cock rubbing rapidly against all kinds of sensitive spots all the time. "You wanted me to fold you in half and fuck you stupid. You wanted me toโ" He bends down to kiss you, his rhythm never faltering. "Harlot." He murmurs, almost unsure. But you cum, with a scream and arching your back.
Sanji is truly fascinated. Shocked. Surprised. And proud, mostly proud.
This time, he doesn't give you a break. No breather, no anything. He keeps pounding, pile driving into you until you're squirting all over him again, and again, and again. He brings you to the peak of pleasure, and then denies it again, and again, and again. You loose count of how many ruined orgasms he has provided you, too tired to think, too fucked out to have any other thought that isn't Sanji deep inside you.
But Sanji is happy to bring you back to your senses.
A sharp SMACK! is heard all around the room and the stinging pain of his palm impacting against your ass makes you practically howl. This time, you're sure you've lost it. Your toes curl and your back arches, eyes crossing as you scream Sanji's name, cumming one last time before Sanji himself collapses. Bear hugging you until he can't tell where you end and he begins. Buried so deep inside your cunt not a single drop of cum has a chance of escaping your gummy, velvety walls.
And so, rough sex is finally granted to you. Because when has Sanji denied you anything?
(You get sent to infiltrate an exclusive underground auction. So does Leon, apparently.)
Part 1 | Part 2 (to come)
Word Count: ~ 4.5k
Rating: M - heavier topics like human trafficking/auction, kidnapping, canon-typical bioterror talk; undercover mission; the cia credit card fears You and Dave; Dave said slay and unfortunately you did; established relationship; mutual yearning; man sees you, his girlfriend, in a black dress and forgets the objective; Hunnigan cameo but it's just her reminding Leon one more time that he is still on duty
Related Entries: Part of Milli's Missionverse, can be read as a standalone no problem, there's just Dave, he don't bite (usually).
Author's Note: YAY! Not gonna lie people I'm so happy I can upload something again for you, hiii ๐ญ๐ It took me a long while, always busy never home, but I'm just aaah so happy I sat down and wrote this whenever I could (train, car, before bed) cause I had this idea when I wrote and published Home Protocol. I was like "Maybe I should name this one Miss Undercover like the movie" but then I was "OR I write ANOTHER Missionverse entry with this title" and HERE WE ARE. Got out of hand and too long of course, so I'm gonna split this into two parts. This first part is all about the mission, brought back Dave as usual I love him and Leon getting distracted by you, his government agent gf hehe he is just down bad like that ๐คญ I sooo hope you like it. The Missionverse is really my favorite thing to write atm but I'm aware it's getting specific atp. I hope it's alright tough and I will try to throw in a drabble outside of this again. All the love ๐
If anyone had told your younger self that one day you'd be shopping during work hours, you wouldn't have believed them. Apparently, it was just another facet of your multifaceted job that hadn't quite made it into the job description.ย
You'd fought hard to preserve your sense of fashion over the years, somewhere between blood and considerably less glamorous undercover missions. You knew your way around clothes โ but you were still glad to have possibly the best shopping companion imaginable for this particular assignment.ย
Dave, your loyal dispatcher of many years โ not least because you'd long since decided you weren't giving him back โ stood beside you in front of a mannequin displayed on a raised platform, beautifully dressed in the signature pieces of Dior's latest collection. Complimentary champagne glasses filled with the pleasantly sparkling beverage in hand, the two of you studied the fashion spread throughout the boutique before you.ย
โFound anything you like, Madame, Monsieur?โย
A sales associate had been lurking politely in the background, unobtrusive but clearly sales-motivated, and now stood ready to pounce on Dave's interested expression like a tiger on the hunt.ย
He took a few strategically chosen seconds before answering, swirling the champagne in his hand. On brand. He did love the drama.ย
The dress on the mannequin in front of you was exactly what both of you had envisioned when you'd left the office for this little excursion. Simple, black, floor-length, strapless and fitted, with a high slit along one side to add some movement to the otherwise classic design.ย
Your gaze was already wandering toward the exclusive jewelry display. Add some expensive silver jewelry, and the whole thing would make you look like a humble millionaire โ exactly the style you were going for.ย
โYes, yes!โ Dave suddenly exclaimed with an enthusiastic eureka, making both the sales associate and you jump.ย
Champagne glass in hand, he pointed at the dress in front of you, then at the jewelry display, and finally toward a selection of shoes on the other side of the boutique.ย
โThis is the perfect dress. My friend is attending a very exclusive event, you should know. She deserves to look expensive. We'll take the dress, silver jewelry, and the matching shoes. I'm thinking those classic stilettos over there. Not too high, not too low.โย
โExcellent choice,โ the sales associate said with a smile before setting off to assemble the ensemble and bring everything to the fitting room.ย
Dave leaned conspiratorially toward you. โAnd we're paying for all of it with the CIA's golden credit card,โ he murmured contentedly before draining the champagne in his hand. โI love day drinking,โ he sighed, somehow even more content. โBy the way, I know the perfect stylist for hair and makeup. A friend of mine.โย
โA friend, huh?โ you whispered back mischievously.ย
Dave merely snorted a laugh and wiggled his eyebrows.ย
It felt like one of those montages from the movies โ the two of you leaving the boutique with Dior bags in hands, chatting happily, your thoughts revolving around nothing but the outfit. The job had to be worth it somehow. Even if it was only for outrageously expensive eveningwear.ย
The trip to the stylist revealed a fabulous hair studio that was somehow also... quirky. Much like Dave himself. He greeted a man with long, silky, impeccably maintained hair at the front desk with a kiss to either cheek, exchanged a few pleasantries, then gestured toward you and the task at hand.ย
โThis is my friend from the CIA,โ he introduced you. โShe's got a mission tonight. Top secret, obviously, but it involves eveningwear of the highest caliber.โย
โOoooh.โ The stylist made a sound of recognition. โSo that's the beautiful woman who bagged that snack Leon, right?โย
It took a few seconds for the words to reach your brain. You paused, and before you could even react, Dave swooped in.ย
โThat's her! Lucky girl.โ He nudged you with his elbow, grinning.ย
A surprised laugh escaped you before you nodded, their enthusiasm proving infectious.ย
The stylist himself smacked his lips and applauded you with nothing but the tips of his fingers. A newer gesture among the younger crowd, as Dave had taught you โ even if neither he nor the stylist necessarily qualified as that young anymore.ย
โYou wanna see him working out?โ you asked, amused. โI snapped some pictures.โย
โGirl, I did too,โ Dave admitted shamelessly. โLast time I visited the DSO.โย
โWhen the hell were you at the DSO?โ you asked, surprised, distantly remembering that you were currently discussing highly classified government divisions. His stylist โfriendโ probably knew all about them anyway.ย
Dave shrugged. โAll I'm saying is, workout pictures of Leon Kennedy aren't exactly exclusive material. Got anything spicier?โย
โYou wish,โ you replied with a laugh, ending the subject and steering the conversation back into less classified territory as you began explaining the hairstyle you wanted.ย
โSlay, queen!โย
Back at the office, you'd changed into your new outfit. Your reflection revealed a version of yourself you rarely got to see. Somewhere between missions that lasted days or even weeks, dull debriefs, and even duller paperwork, you at least managed to maintain your office-chic style. Outside of that, your life contained far more tactical gear and loungewear than anything resembling this.ย
The dress looked โ in your humble opinion โ better on your body than it had on the mannequin. Your trained physique somehow filled it out more naturally. It hugged your curves tightly in all the right places while leaving you enough room to breathe everywhere else.ย
Fitted securely across your chest, there wasn't the slightest chance of it slipping out of place. It might have drawn an obscene amount of attention to your breasts, if not for the expensive silver necklace around your neck โ or so you preferred to tell yourself. Even the smallest movement caught the light in the three-carat diamond pendant, making it sparkle with quiet elegance.ย
With the expensive cars you drove, the exorbitant weapons and field gear budget, and the suite apartment you lived in, you'd think casually buying a piece of jewelry like this would come perfectly naturally to you. In a way, it did. You could afford it yourself, but the luxury price tag of purchases like these always loomed somewhere over your head. Better when your employer was paying for it.ย
Still, you'd insisted on the simpler necklace instead of the lavishly embellished collar Dave had suggested first.ย
A crystal bracelet complemented the necklace, while a black clutch and elegant black pumps finished the look. The clutch might have been a little bigger than the ones the other ladies would be carrying โ you needed somewhere to put your gun. There would almost certainly be bag checks. Better take the thing down to props and have them sew in a hidden compartment real quick.ย
While you were still admiring yourself, careful not to experiment with your hairstyle or touch your face in any way โ even when it itched โ you caught sight of Dave standing behind you, phone held at eye level.ย
โTurn around!โ He made an enthusiastic motion with his hand, telling you to do a little twirl.ย
You turned to face him. โWhat are you doing?โย
โImmortalizing your transformation into the Black Swan,โ Dave replied as though it were obvious.ย
You huffed out an amused breath. โI like to think of myself as the real deal.โย
โDarling, you're both! Like Natalie Portman, only more sane.โย
That pulled a hearty laugh from you. โThanks, I feel so sane going into the lion's den, as usual.โ You gave yourself another once-over in the mirror. โStill, somehow you're right. Here to fool them all.โย
โAnd I'll be with you every step of the way,โ Dave grinned. โNow spin, Pinocchio. I'm Jiminy Cricket in your ear, and your conscience demands you show off those guns!โ He paused. โDon't even think about grabbing your guns.โย
Laughing, you humored him and turned as elegantly as you could on the spot.ย
โI swear, ever since you started dating Mr. Bad Jokes, one has to watch what one says around you.โย
Dave muttered to himself as he edited the video on the phone.ย
โWhat are you doing now?โ you asked curiously, watching Dave rearrange the sequence of the video with eerie precision โ a task that would easily have taken you thirty minutes.ย
โSending it to your sweetheart so he gets something out of this too.โย
โOh.โ Only now did you realize it wasn't even his phone he was holding, but your personal one. โI don't usually send him stuff like that.โย
โThere's a first time for everything.โ Dave winked and started hammering away at the digital keyboard. โI bet you two only ever talk about boring everyday stuff. I can see it now โ โI made a really good curry today.โ โWe should go see that new movie.โ Then a few corny jokes, with the occasional outdated emoji thrown in.โย
Spot on. What Dave failed to consider was that you genuinely enjoyed every single one of those things he was shaming you for. Talking โ or rather, texting โ about everyday life had become something almost sacred, especially to Leon. You only ever texted about work to say that you were okay and when you'd be back so you could see each other again โ for a movie night, for example.ย
Dave understood a lot. More than most. And yet he'd managed to hold on to a lightness you admired just as much as, on rare occasions, you condemned it. Your dispatcher โ the guy who heard everything about your missions, from drug trafficking and human trafficking to the occasional act of bioterrorism โ somehow managed to set that reality aside.ย
โSent,โ he announced with a self-satisfied sparkle in his eyes.ย
Somehow, he had a point. You had to have a little fun.ย
โWhere's your DSO knight right now, anyway?โ Dave made no move to give your phone back, instead staring at the screen โ presumably waiting for a reaction. โHis last message was, โMission nearby. Dinner Friday?โ and you didn't answer. Bad girlfriend.โย
You rolled your eyes in amusement and stepped up beside the phone-snatcher. โThat's because we went shopping.โย
Dave pondered your statement theatrically before saying, โI'll allow it.โย
On the screen of your phone, in your open Messages app, Dave had sent Leon the edited video along with the message, New mission attire. Wish me luck โ completed with a kiss emoji.ย
โYeah, he's gonna see right through you,โ you remarked with a dry smirk.ย
โWhat? But I used the boomer emoji!โย
โI don't wish for luck,โ you explained. โAlso! I am no boomer, sir.โย
โYou literally saved him as โLeon Kennedy.โโย
โUh, because that's his name?โย
What was wrong with saving someone under their actual name?ย
โBoomer mentality,โ Dave replied, holding up a flat palm in front of you.ย
The audacity.ย
The phone in his hand buzzed, drawing both your attention back to the device.ย
Nice try, Dave. She doesn't wish for luck. Give her her phone back.ย
โHa!โ you exclaimed triumphantly, snatching your phone away. Dave pouted, surely only pretending to be offended, and muttered something along the lines of, โFine, don't be spicy then.โย
You grinned in victory. Another glance at the screen made that grin melt into a blissful smile.ย
You look gorgeous. My beautiful girl. Hope the mission he mentioned is our dinner on Friday?ย
You quickly typed your reply, ignoring Dave's curious stare.ย
It really is for a mission. Nearby too. I'll tell you all about it Friday. Love you, stay sharp and let me know when you're safe.ย
Yes, ma'am. You too.ย
โYou look, like, highkey happy.โ This time, Dave's smile was genuinely supportive. โI'm glad it worked out for you two that way, too. Even if I still don't wanna know what you did after that plant lab.โย
You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. โYou really don't. Come on, let's get into mission mode.โย
โI bought my own little bow tie at the Dior store to match with you.โย
โLovely.โย
With your professionally forged invitation and excellent undercover acting skills, you slipped effortlessly into the opulent villa on the hill.ย
Set in the middle of an upscale residential neighborhood, it looked as though you were on your way to an exceptionally expensive champagne house party hosted by one of the wealthiest entrepreneurs in the country. The kind of party where everyone threw on thousands of dollarsโ worth of couture just to partake in one of the most decadent evenings known to mankind.ย
The fact that the place was overflowing with illegal substances and luxury escorts of every gender was hardly surprising โ and not what you were looking for.ย
โRemember, objective is to find that congressmanโs son and ideally get the fuck outta there before the auction even starts,โ you heard Dave say through the tiny earpiece tucked securely into your ear canal and hidden behind a few strands of hair. โDonโt start any heroics like your boyfriend always does.โย
Naturally, you didnโt react. You were already among the rich and beautiful โ here tonight to attend an illegal human auction. Ideally, you would have liked to bring the entire ring down tonight, but the kidnapped son took priority.ย
It reminded you a little of a story from before you and Leon โ when heโd rescued Ashley Graham from a cult in Spain. At least this time there were no parasites or viruses involved. Silver linings.ย
A member of the house staff dressed in black and white greeted you just beyond the grand double doors of the opulent estate, carrying a tray filled with champagne flutes. With a smile on your lips and a glass of the sparkling drink in hand, you looked around without giving away that you had never seen the inside of this place before.ย
Marble everywhere, golden embellishments adorning stair railings and columns. Everything shimmered, gleamed and sparkled as though someone had laid a filter over the entire room. Around you came that particular kind of wealthy laughter that could only belong to people with no worries and far too much money.ย
An expensive room fragrance hung in the air of the main hall โ a stimulating blend of fruity and earthy notes, hopefully not imbued with any kind of stimulant or mood enhancer. You had unwillingly inhaled enough mind-altering substances for one lifetime.ย
The main hall was enormous, almost like a ballroom. Between glamorous evening gowns and expensive designer suits, the hostโs staff slipped through the crowd with refreshments and delicate little hors dโoeuvres. You returned your untouched glass of champagne to the tray of a passing server. No alcohol on the job.ย
With the comfortable, unobtrusive tones of a string quartet playing in the background, the guests conversed through perfectly rehearsed nods, smiles, and little laughs placed exactly where appropriate. A flawlessly orchestrated evening โ if it werenโt for the human trafficking taking place beneath it all.ย
As far as you could see, you had two options: You could wait in front of the enormous stage beneath an excessive chandelier hanging from a damn frescoed ceiling and buy your target at auction โ or you could start looking for information on where they were keeping the captives.ย
Either way, you would draw attention if you didnโt start mingling.ย
โDonโt react,โ Dave said into your ear. To keep from standing out any further, you slipped into a larger group of people. โJust got word youโre not the only government agent on site. Looks like thereโs another lead connected to tonightโs auction.โ Dave made an incredulous sound that you had to suppress the urge to react to. โApparently thereโs a good chance a BOW broker is auctioning off a few pieces tonight, too.โย
Your mouth twitched. You knew it did. Again. It was happening again. The only upsideโฆ You snatched a napkin from a passing tray, pretending to dab something from your mouth.ย
โIs Leon here?โ you asked quietly. Maybe this was his mission. Maybe the two of you should occasionally throw the top-secret aspect of your respective agencies overboard if you wanted to avoid surprises like this in the future. At least between yourselves.ย
Dave snickered. โYouโre so thirsty.โย
โThey only serve champagne here,โ you replied, confused.ย
โGirl, no โโ Dave sighed. โI need to write you a dictionary. You need to download a few apps, because we seriously cannot keep going like this.โย
He paused briefly. Were you supposed to be offended now?ย
โWhatever,โ Dave finally said. โAnd the answer is yes. He should be somewhere nearby.โย
Although Leon spent a large portion of his time at the office in a suit โ sometimes even without the jacket on casual Fridays โ he much preferred field gear to the inflexible, expensive fabrics. Somewhere far in the back of his mind, in a small wistful corner of his consciousness, he had already loosened his tie and undone the top button of his shirt to make the whole thing a little more bearable.ย
Instead, he stood at the edge of the villaโs grand main hall in the wealthy neighborhood, sipping from a glass of water that could easily pass for vodka on the rocks as he surveyed the room.ย
Expensive people in even more expensive clothes, gathered in an expensive room for expensive bidding. So far, Leon hadnโt managed to identify his target โ the BOW broker who had to be somewhere among the guests before eventually opening the auction. There were a lot of people here. A lot of corrupt, obscenely wealthy people. Among them, as one might expect, more than a few genuinely recognizable faces.ย
Leonโs gaze moved from one side of the room to the other, entirely uninterested in making polite conversation. If anyone took notice of him, he would simply grab one of those floating hors dโoeuvres and disguise himself by pretending to be busy eating.ย
A few people in front of Leon shifted aside โ and there he was. A man dressed in a royal-blue suit, looking every bit as refined as everyone else in the room, standing in a cheerful circle with what were undoubtedly investors in the merchandise he would be auctioning off tonight.ย
โGot eyes on the target,โ Leon murmured into the air, the words meant for Hunnigan on the other end of the line.ย
โVery good. Remember, this is about apprehending him without causing a scene. Be discreet. With his information, we can blow up the ring.โย
Leon listened to Hunnigan typing away diligently at her computer. A moment later, she repeated the targetโs details while Leon compared the picture on his phone to the man standing across the room. Normally, Leon wasnโt much of a guy for covert operations like this, but sometimes they were unavoidable. As long as nothing broke out, he would try to lure the target out of the ballroom and take him into custody somewhere quiet.ย
Deliberately, Leon began making his way over. From the corner of his eye, a silhouette caught his attention, its shape somehow magnetic to his senses. Only on very few, very rare occasions had Leon ever allowed himself a double take at a womanโs body โ but this one stood out among everyone else dressed in evening wear, enough that he had to look again, accompanied by a pang of guilt. He was, after all, a taken man.ย
He couldnโt suppress the amused sound forming in his throat when he saw you. No reason to feel guilty โ just a man recognizing his beautiful girlfriend in any crowd.ย
There you stood, a glass of water in your own hand. You held it elegantly between your long, slender fingers, the crystal bracelet around your wrist glittering softly beneath the chandelier above you.ย
The stunning outfit Dave had sent him a few hours earlier did its digital counterpart more than justice. A perfect, elegant black dress wrapped around your perfect body. Whenever you shifted your weight, the floor-length fabric swayed gracefully with you, the high slit revealing your leg and the black pumps you somehow stood in with effortless elegance.ย
Even more beautiful than the outfit was the smile you gave the man in front of you during what was undoubtedly the simplest conversation imaginable. You were, after all, a very good conversationalist โ even better when you wanted to charm someone, though words were probably less effective right now than that weapon of a body.ย
You had really put the CIA credit card to good use with that dress.ย
Almost a little too good, Leon thought as he watched the way the other manโs gaze remained fixed on you. The guy barely blinked โ and Leon couldnโt even hold it against him.ย
โLeon?โ Hunniganโs voice came through his earpiece.ย
โYeah?โย
โYou stopped moving.โย
โI know.โย
โProblem?โย
Leon could have sworn he heard your melodic laughter all the way from where he stood across the ballroom.ย
โNo,โ he said after the brief pause it took to pull himself out of your orbit. Like he was a rookie all over again. โUnexpected variable.โย
โOh, right, you got eyes on the CIA representative? Sorry, shouldโve told you,โ Hunnigan informed him far too late. โThey sent someone because it looks like weโve got human trafficking on our hands, too.โย
โUh-huh,โ was all Leon managed, his eyes lingering on you for too long, then on the expensive-looking necklace around your neck with its small, sparkling pendant. Maybe he should buy you more jewelry. Then again, you werenโt really the type for expensive jewelry in everyday life.ย
โOh, is itโฆ?โ Hunnigan connected the dots. โDo not approach her.โย
โWasnโt planning to,โ Leon replied, well aware that neither of you could afford to blow your cover. Not here, where probably half the people in the room had weapons hidden somewhere beneath all that silk.ย
โLeon.โ Hunniganโs voice was stern and pointed.ย
โHunnigan,โ Leon deadpanned.ย
โYou changed direction.โย
โโฆTarget moved.โย
โYour target is on the other side of the room at this point. I have him on my radar.โย
โI have multiple targets.โ Leonโs body seemed to move toward you entirely of its own accord. โBesides, heโs not gonna go anywhere before the auction starts.โย
You had been looking for your boyfriend from the moment Dave told you he was here. Unfortunately, before your search could bear any fruit, this man had drawn you into a conversation.ย
Knowing the mission still took priority, you had put on a smile, offered friendly words and the occasional well-timed laugh, all while trying to coax whatever useful information you could out of him.ย
As it turned out, you were in luck: the man was one of the organizers. Not THE organizer โ not the owner of the house โ but someone involved in putting the event together. He had to know where they were keeping the captives.ย
โI heard thereโs even a little VIP going up for auction tonight,โ you said boldly, openly, as though you belonged here.ย
The man in front of you โ such an incredibly friendly-looking guy that truly nothing in this world surprised you anymore โ smirked. โWord travels whether you want it to or not. Youโll have to be patient. But I can assure you, the merchandise wonโt disappoint.โย
โIโm highly interested in rare acquisitions.โ Speaking the words aloud repulsed you, but it had to be done. โSurely thereโs some way toโฆ inspect them beforehand?โย
You took a small sip from your glass for dramatic effect, maintaining eye contact with the man across from you. A womanโs weapons โ you hated and loved that you knew how to use them.ย
An unpleasant snicker followed. โIโm really at no liberty to show you beforehand.โย
You were already about to protest when he cut you off. โBut I could offer you a little photo sneak peek. Ifโ, he reached into his trouser pocket, โyouโre seriously interested in bidding high. Assuming we do have this VIP in our custody, what are you willing to open with?โย
Your eyebrows twitched upward, your gaze dropping to the phone in his hand for a second.ย
โI would be willing to begin at a hundred thousand dollars,โ you replied, having done your homework. If BOWs really were being sold here too, that price was tame by comparisonโฆ hopefully your target hadnโt become one.ย
โDouble it and I show you.โ A tough negotiator.ย
โDeal,โ you replied, your credibility apparently exceptionally high tonight. Surely it had nothing to do with your accentuated cleavage.ย
With a satisfied nod, he unlocked his phone, tapped around for a moment, then discreetly held it out for you to see.ย
For a moment, you held your breath. The image on the smartphone was horrific and morbid. A basement, cold and made of stone, the camera pointed from outside a literal cell toward a figure huddled on the hard floor, body pressed tightly into the corner, fear-blown eyes fixed not on the camera, but on something just barely visible at the edge of the frame: a bared snout, saliva dripping from its jaws, teeth razor-sharp.ย
Either a very aggressive dogโฆ or a Cerberus, as you knew them. Genetically modified dogs. BOWs.ย
As quickly as the picture had been shown to you, it disappeared back into the pocket of the man in front of you. It was the boy, there was no doubt about that. Butโฆย
โCan you guarantee he wonโt be infected by the time he goes up for auction?โ you asked with the irritated look of a customer who had just discovered her merchandise was being improperly stored.ย
โAlready familiar with our other offerings, I see,โ the man observed, visibly impressed. โRest assured, heโs being well taken care of. The cell beside the dogs was chosen purely to keep him compliant.โย
โI seeโฆโ The practiced smile found its way back onto your face. โThank you for showing me.โย
โMy pleasure, for such a good โ and beautiful โ customer. I donโt believe Iโve ever seen you at one of our events before.โย
If the man standing in front of you hadnโt been a corrupt human trafficker, he might actually have made for a pleasant and respectful conversational partner. He took a sip from his champagne.ย
โWhat brings you to us?โย
You opened your mouth to deliver a few rehearsed lines about your fictional background when a familiar hairstyle caught your attention from the corner of your eye.ย
A brief glance revealed Leon, keeping a small distance between you, watching with a glass of what was undoubtedly the same alibi drink as your own in his hand. You had only a split second to admire his trained frame wrapped in an expensive suit before you had to turn your attention forward again to avoid suspicion. Better if two strangers at this event didnโt suddenly acknowledge one another.ย
Still, now that you had spotted your boyfriend, you had lost all interest in continuing the conversation. You needed to tell Leon what you had learned and start looking for that prison.ย
So you deliberately placed your glass onto a passing tray and replied, โI just moved here. Would you excuse me for a moment? I need to use the powder room and freshen up for what promises to be an exciting auction.โย
โOf course,โ the organizer replied, thankfully polite without hesitation, and you were fairly certain you had played your part well.ย
โNext Oscar nominee,โ Dave praised into your ear as you were already making your way toward the powder room, Leon undoubtedly somewhere behind you.
End Note: Yeah, sorry for the massive cliffhanger, couldn't split the parts otherwise. Surely this will remain a classy sophisticated undercover operation (whispers not) ๐
Summary ~ Beach day with your man ends with a passionate night in a hotel.
Word count ~2,601
Notes ~ Inspired by this post.
Warnings ~ smut, both lovesick goobers, romantic sex, tons of pet names, p in v, Sanji has pull out game, praising, boob appreciation
Sanji and you have just recently deepened your relationship. The build up was slow and sweet. Friendship growing into holding hands. Echoing laughter and grins so wide they hurt. Now, it's all so much more.
He knows your body intimately and you know his. Yet, there's still so much to discover and try. So much to experience and enjoy together. It has you giddy and more in love than ever before. The crew is honestly getting sick of it.
They thought Sanji's heart eyes were bad. You are ten times worse, always sighing like a lovesick maiden. Eyes on the chef and him alone.
No one has ever made you feel so beautiful. So special. The blond has completely swept you off your feet, treating you like a princess. In and out of the bedroom you are his number one priority.
And, of course, it has become your pleasure to spoil him just as much. All the kisses and praises you lay on him. Always, offering to help and sometimes forcing him to let you.
Sure, being with the Straw Hats brings thousands of adventures, but you prefer your tiny ones with Sanji. The market shopping, late night talks, and sitting with him while he cooks. Now, you get to add making love on the list.
His hands on you. His praises in your ears. His hips meeting yours in blissful waves. Your hands exploring his body. Your back arching in his grasp. Your voice calling his name.
"Love, are you okay?" A smooth timber interrupts your thoughts. Sanji's finger is tilting your chin up, and his ocean eyes are swimming with concern.
You grin, "I'm good. Sorry, just thinking."
His posture instantly relaxes. "Alright, good. Here, I made your favorite." He winks before handing you a glass with a tiny umbrella in it.
"Thank you!" You kiss his cheek before sucking up the exquisite refreshment through the straw. His cheeks glow a lovely shade of pink and a lazy smile curls his lips.
"The both of you are too cute." Robin remarks with an amused chuckle. She's next to you on a lounge chair. The comment has both of your faces hotter than a bonfire. Robin just smiles and returns to her book.
Gradually, it's forgotten and your friends steal your attention. The boys drag Sanji away from cooking to play with them. Something about kicking a ball around. Their laughter rings out under the blazing sun. It's such a wholesome moment.
You close your eyes and focus. You try to memorize this exact feeling. Everyone you love here, safe and happy. The crash of the waves, voices of those you love, and feet upon the sand. The breeze kissing your skin, the presence of Nami and Robin on either side of you. The taste of the unique drink Sanji made on your tongue.
Then, you open your eyes and take mental snapshots of it all. The big, bright sun above you all. Endless sand and clear blue sea. The whole Straw Hat crew smiling and chatting with one another. This is where you want to be forever. This is your family.
After the boys' game, Sanji snatches you away and leads you to the water. "Wait, it's cold!" You squeal as the waves lap at your calves.
"C'mon, my love. It's fine. I've got you." Sanji chuckles under his breath and keeps his hand locked in yours. Though, he doesn't walk farther in until you're ready.
"Alright, alright." You take a deep breath and follow him farther into the cold waters. More giggles and squeals erupt from you. But you make it in, and Sanji pulls you into his arms. Your chest pressed to his, your swimsuit meeting his bare skin.
"There we go." He mumbles, voice lower than usual and with a lustful spark in his gaze. Your body ignites under this kind of attention. You let your body talk, legs latching around his hips under the cover of the sea.
His eyes melt and your fingers find the little hairs on his nape. An adoring smile lights your face and his eyes drop to it.
"I love you, Sanji." You whisper with aching affection. His eyes flick up to yours, his face lighting up with a precious grin.
Then, the excitement overcomes him and he starts kissing all over your face. Compliments seeping from his pretty mouth. "I love you so much, sweet swan! You're so beautiful! No one can ever compare! You're brighter than the sun and like a goddess cast down in human form!"
You can't stop laughing, joyful under his kiss attack. When he gradually slows down, you cup his cheeks and kiss his lips. He freezes for just a split second in shock before returning the kiss. His lips suck in your top lip, light and breathtaking.
A pleasant hum escapes you as the kissing progresses. Soft lips slide into yours like puzzle pieces, so clearly meant to be together. Sanji's tongue comes out to play, the tip caressing your mouth. Yet, you're quickly interrupted.
"Sanji!" Chopper yells your name as well. The kiss breaks as the small reindeer comes flying towards you both.
"Chopper! What the hell?!" Sanji yells in irritation when Chopper lands on his head. You hold back your laughter, shoulders shaking slightly.
"I'm sorry, Sanji! Franky and I were just playing." Sanji gently settles Chopper on his shoulder even though he's annoyed by his moment with you being ruined.
"Yeah, whatever. Just go play somewhere else." Your cook grumbles. Franky yells from the shore, waving frantically for the furry doctor.
"We'll give you a ride back to shore, Chopper." You smile at the tiny doctor and begin swimming through the crystalline waters. Sanji still seems gloomy yet follows with Chopper. After he's safely to shore and left in Franky's somewhat capable hands, you two return to your swimming.
Both of you swim around, laughing and talking. You try to float and there's plenty of encouragement but not much progress. You lock onto his back, and he carries you around. Nuzzling and kissing ensues. You both stay in the ocean waters until you're both tired and your fingers are wrinkled.
The rest of the crew packs up. You yawn, ready to head back to the ship with them. Sanji calls your name, jogging up to you with a bag thrown over his shoulder. "I got a room for us. A night away from everyone."
His cheeks are scarlet, and he can barely look you in the eye. You're just as flustered and hot. You know exactly what your love is hinting at. "Oh, okay." His hand slips into yours, and he leads you away from the Thousand Sunny.
The room he got for you two is cool and clean. It's a relief after being under the hot sun all day. The big bed in the middle covered in white sheets should make you tired, but instead your heart malfunctions. Racing faster than the speed of light just to stop then speed again.
"I brought you a change of clothes to sleep in." Sanji mumbles, obviously thinking about the big bed, too.
"Thank you." You walk to him and grab the clothes. "I'll wash up first if you don't mind?" You ask, looking up at him through your lashes.
"No, of course, not. Women should go first." The blond answers, his eyes flicking between your eyes and mouth. You rush right out of there and straight to the bathroom. You take a deep breath when you're finally out of his sight.
Later into the night, you're sitting on the luxurious bed dressed in the clothes Sanji picked for you. You feel refreshed physically but mentally a mess. He's in the other room, naked and washing himself.
Memories of his body over you are repeating in your mind. The way his cock fills you and when he begins to whine because he's close to cumming. The feel of his skin under your palms. His deep voice telling you how good you feel.
You turn onto your side, hiding your face in the pillow. You squeal and kick your feet. "What are you doing?" Sanji's warm chuckle steals your moment.
You sit up abruptly and your jaw drops when you see him there. A towel sits low on his hips and he's ruffling his thick, soft hair. His abs are glistening and hair graces his lower stomach. It's enough to make your thighs clench together.
The sight of you admiring him gives Sanji all the confidence he needs. He smirks, stretching with his arms high above his head. It's enough to make anyone crazy. "You mind if I get dressed out here?"
You suck in so much air in a gasp that you choke. Cheeks burning, you cover them up and try to hide the coughing. "After all, it wouldn't be the first time you've seen me naked."
He throws you a flirtatious look while grabbing his boxer briefs. "That's true. Go ahead." You force yourself to reply, acting like everything is fine. Clearly, it's not fine.
He drops his towel, no longer facing you. You see his ass and the muscular plains of his back. So built and stunning. You pout when he steps into his pants, those gorgeous legs and behind hidden from you.
He turns back to you when he begins pulling on a shirt. You scoot towards the end of the bed, "wait!" He raises an eyebrow but it's too late. The shirt hangs loose on his incredible physique.
"You didn't have to wear the shirt." You mumble, pouting with heat burning beneath your skin.
"Oh? Is that so, mademoiselle?" He walks to you, standing at the end of the bed and looking down at you. Your stomach clenches, desire building.
"Yeah." You blink up at him and slip your hand beneath his shirt. You rest it right over his warm stomach. "You're so handsome. I just wanna see you." You whisper then watch as his eyes darken.
Sanji cups your cheek and rubs his nose against your own. "Then, take it off for me." His voice is low with want and it quickens your breathing. Your hands grip the ends of his shirt and pull up.
He pulls back, raising his arms for you. You rise up on your knees, neither of your eyes stray from the other. Slowly, you pull the shirt off and it falls to the floor. "Now, what will you do?" Sanji rasps, willingly giving you the lead.
"Come here." You call him, hands curling around his shoulders. Your body shifts, laying itself down while pulling Sanji over you. His eyes are alight and his mouth falls into the crook of your neck.
His mouth begins sucking on the sensitive flesh. You gasp, angling your neck to offer up more. You tangle a hand in his golden hair and the other roams his body freely. "Sanji," you moan as his kisses travel over your neck and towards your cleavage.
He rasps your name into your flesh, hot breath and soft lips. "Can I take this off, angel?" His hands grasp your shirt.
You nod excitedly, "yes." The soft fabric grazes your skin lightly before air finds your bare skin. Sanji can't help but whimper when he sees your tits. A hot flush spreads throughout your body.
It's hard to look him in the eyes when he's like this. He mumbles something in french, completely enamored by you. He falls into you and you shift to let his hips settle into yours.
You gasp, gripping his back and holding him to you. His hands gently hold and knead your boobs. His tongue strokes your sensitive skin in long, loving licks. It plays on your skin before it zeroes in on your areola.
You tug on his hair, moaning as his mouth finally falls on your nipples. "You taste so good. You're so indescribable. I'm in awe of you." He praises you in between loving sucks on your skin.
Your hips begin jerking up and you can feel the outline of him against your heat. His pretty dick hardening in his pajama pants just for you. You stroke his hair, playing with the golden strands and rubbing his back.
His mouth slows down, nuzzling into your chest and breathing heavily. His own hips start moving, rushed and uncoordinated thrusts. "Mon amour, I don't want to rush but . . ."
"I know. I know, Sanji. It's okay." You stroke his cheek affectionately before pulling down on his pants. Both of you work to undress one another. Suddenly, his hard length is nudging your entrance.
You both gasp, his hands curling in the sheets above your head while yours curl around his body. "You're so pretty, Sanji." You take in his endless blue gaze and his bright, soft hair. Your compliment has him shuddering and lashes fluttering.
He whispers your name, leaning down to claim your lips. It's sweet and slow, voicing everything neither of you can explain. More kisses follow, both of you savoring the other. His tongue meeting yours and tasting your mouth.
Your hand wraps around his hard length and his whole body shutters in response. You guide him towards your dripping heat. "Please, Sanji."
"Of course, my heart." He caresses your cheek while sinking into you inch by inch. Your back arches, hands clawing at his skin as your body welcomes him in. You moan his name wantonly, the sound seeping into the walls.
"You ready, love? Can I move?" His nose nudges your cheek, little kisses meet your face like brushes of butterfly wings.
"Yes, Sanji. Please. Please, move."
His hips roll, pulling out with just his tip inside before sliding back in entirely. Sanji's pace remains slow and sensual for as long as he can. He always manages to make it romantic, broadcasting his adoration and devotion to you.
You brush his gorgeous sunshine hair back while he thrusts in and out of your slick heat. Your eyes remain on one another. You smile up at the cook and watch him melt. A breathtaking smile curls his lips and hearts twinkle in his gaze.
"I love you, Sanji. You feel so good." You roll your hips up to meet his thrusts and his mouth opens from the sheer bliss it brings him.
His head dips into the crook of your neck. He mouths at your shoulder and throat. With a groan of your name, he picks up the pace. Your nails mark up his back and your hips buck uncontrollably.
It's unexplainable the way you make love. The bed creaking, sheets slipping off, and skin meeting skin consistently. The wet sounds, his panting, and your cries.
"Sanji, I'm so close." Your back arches and his hand slips down. Then, his thumb is rubbing circles on your clit. It's more than enough to unravel you. Your lover pulls out right at the last second, cumming on your stomach.
All that remains are sweaty bodies and shaky breaths. You hold Sanji close, his body nearly limp on top of you. "I love you." He mumbles into your skin, exhausted yet satisfied. You laugh freely and return the affection words.
Then, he's pulling away. Ever the gentleman, he makes sure you're cleaned up. Then, you're given water and whatever food your heart desires. The night ends with his arms around you.
The most comfortable bed imaginable. A night without the rest of the crew. A cool room after the burning heat of the summer sun. And the most important thing of all, the love of your life.
I actually have something I've been meaning to bring up. I'm a bit of a nerd when it comes to personality things. Okay, okay. So, there's the enneagram and the Myers Briggs personality groups. I think Leon is a type 1 enneagram with a 2 wing and an ISFP personality. I added pictures because I don't trust myself to explain it. I think Leon is very much focused on morals and doing what's right in his book rather than following orders which we see a lot especially in Damnation when he stays in that country even though he was ordered to leave. I definitely see Leon as more introverted than extroverted. Anyways, please feel free to share your own opinions on it! ๐
I hope you been doing well and had a good day today!
Agree with the pervious anon, you capture Sanji so well!
Excited to see if you do change your blog theme or not, maybe a Sanji profile picture (๐) ?
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Hiiiii!! โบ๏ธ๐
Thank you! I really hope I can continue to do the cook justice. As for the profile picture, there are so many beautiful pictures of Sanji. ๐ญ I really like him in his Elbaph arc outfit that blue knight look is gorgeous. I might change it to that and make my blog more blue once I reach that part of the series. I'm finishing up Marineford now. ๐ฅฒ But I wanna continue with my red and black. So, I found these . . .
Iโm really glad you started writing for Sanji, heโs the sweetest and also are a big fan of Leon. My two favorites! Your Sanji work is characterised perfectly and you capture him beautifully.
Iโm curious, does that mean you will change your blog aesthetics? Because I would love to see Sanji and Leon haha
Thank you so much! ๐ญ
I was actually reluctant to write for Sanji because I was scared of getting his character wrong. I've been hooked on Leon for about 3 to 4 years compared to only getting into One Piece this year. So, I felt pretty confident with getting Leon right but not this. I really appreciate your words! Sanji has definitely caught my attention. ๐๐ซ
Oooo, good idea! I'm really proud of how my Vendetta Leon aesthetic is right now. I worked pretty hard on it so I don't know what I can come up with that I'd love just as much. But I have been thinking of changing my profile picture. So, I don't know. ๐
Summary ~ Beach day with your man ends with a passionate night in a hotel.
Word count ~2,601
Notes ~ Inspired by this post.
Warnings ~ smut, both lovesick goobers, romantic sex, tons of pet names, p in v, Sanji has pull out game, praising, boob appreciation
Sanji and you have just recently deepened your relationship. The build up was slow and sweet. Friendship growing into holding hands. Echoing laughter and grins so wide they hurt. Now, it's all so much more.
He knows your body intimately and you know his. Yet, there's still so much to discover and try. So much to experience and enjoy together. It has you giddy and more in love than ever before. The crew is honestly getting sick of it.
They thought Sanji's heart eyes were bad. You are ten times worse, always sighing like a lovesick maiden. Eyes on the chef and him alone.
No one has ever made you feel so beautiful. So special. The blond has completely swept you off your feet, treating you like a princess. In and out of the bedroom you are his number one priority.
And, of course, it has become your pleasure to spoil him just as much. All the kisses and praises you lay on him. Always, offering to help and sometimes forcing him to let you.
Sure, being with the Straw Hats brings thousands of adventures, but you prefer your tiny ones with Sanji. The market shopping, late night talks, and sitting with him while he cooks. Now, you get to add making love on the list.
His hands on you. His praises in your ears. His hips meeting yours in blissful waves. Your hands exploring his body. Your back arching in his grasp. Your voice calling his name.
"Love, are you okay?" A smooth timber interrupts your thoughts. Sanji's finger is tilting your chin up, and his ocean eyes are swimming with concern.
You grin, "I'm good. Sorry, just thinking."
His posture instantly relaxes. "Alright, good. Here, I made your favorite." He winks before handing you a glass with a tiny umbrella in it.
"Thank you!" You kiss his cheek before sucking up the exquisite refreshment through the straw. His cheeks glow a lovely shade of pink and a lazy smile curls his lips.
"The both of you are too cute." Robin remarks with an amused chuckle. She's next to you on a lounge chair. The comment has both of your faces hotter than a bonfire. Robin just smiles and returns to her book.
Gradually, it's forgotten and your friends steal your attention. The boys drag Sanji away from cooking to play with them. Something about kicking a ball around. Their laughter rings out under the blazing sun. It's such a wholesome moment.
You close your eyes and focus. You try to memorize this exact feeling. Everyone you love here, safe and happy. The crash of the waves, voices of those you love, and feet upon the sand. The breeze kissing your skin, the presence of Nami and Robin on either side of you. The taste of the unique drink Sanji made on your tongue.
Then, you open your eyes and take mental snapshots of it all. The big, bright sun above you all. Endless sand and clear blue sea. The whole Straw Hat crew smiling and chatting with one another. This is where you want to be forever. This is your family.
After the boys' game, Sanji snatches you away and leads you to the water. "Wait, it's cold!" You squeal as the waves lap at your calves.
"C'mon, my love. It's fine. I've got you." Sanji chuckles under his breath and keeps his hand locked in yours. Though, he doesn't walk farther in until you're ready.
"Alright, alright." You take a deep breath and follow him farther into the cold waters. More giggles and squeals erupt from you. But you make it in, and Sanji pulls you into his arms. Your chest pressed to his, your swimsuit meeting his bare skin.
"There we go." He mumbles, voice lower than usual and with a lustful spark in his gaze. Your body ignites under this kind of attention. You let your body talk, legs latching around his hips under the cover of the sea.
His eyes melt and your fingers find the little hairs on his nape. An adoring smile lights your face and his eyes drop to it.
"I love you, Sanji." You whisper with aching affection. His eyes flick up to yours, his face lighting up with a precious grin.
Then, the excitement overcomes him and he starts kissing all over your face. Compliments seeping from his pretty mouth. "I love you so much, sweet swan! You're so beautiful! No one can ever compare! You're brighter than the sun and like a goddess cast down in human form!"
You can't stop laughing, joyful under his kiss attack. When he gradually slows down, you cup his cheeks and kiss his lips. He freezes for just a split second in shock before returning the kiss. His lips suck in your top lip, light and breathtaking.
A pleasant hum escapes you as the kissing progresses. Soft lips slide into yours like puzzle pieces, so clearly meant to be together. Sanji's tongue comes out to play, the tip caressing your mouth. Yet, you're quickly interrupted.
"Sanji!" Chopper yells your name as well. The kiss breaks as the small reindeer comes flying towards you both.
"Chopper! What the hell?!" Sanji yells in irritation when Chopper lands on his head. You hold back your laughter, shoulders shaking slightly.
"I'm sorry, Sanji! Franky and I were just playing." Sanji gently settles Chopper on his shoulder even though he's annoyed by his moment with you being ruined.
"Yeah, whatever. Just go play somewhere else." Your cook grumbles. Franky yells from the shore, waving frantically for the furry doctor.
"We'll give you a ride back to shore, Chopper." You smile at the tiny doctor and begin swimming through the crystalline waters. Sanji still seems gloomy yet follows with Chopper. After he's safely to shore and left in Franky's somewhat capable hands, you two return to your swimming.
Both of you swim around, laughing and talking. You try to float and there's plenty of encouragement but not much progress. You lock onto his back, and he carries you around. Nuzzling and kissing ensues. You both stay in the ocean waters until you're both tired and your fingers are wrinkled.
The rest of the crew packs up. You yawn, ready to head back to the ship with them. Sanji calls your name, jogging up to you with a bag thrown over his shoulder. "I got a room for us. A night away from everyone."
His cheeks are scarlet, and he can barely look you in the eye. You're just as flustered and hot. You know exactly what your love is hinting at. "Oh, okay." His hand slips into yours, and he leads you away from the Thousand Sunny.
The room he got for you two is cool and clean. It's a relief after being under the hot sun all day. The big bed in the middle covered in white sheets should make you tired, but instead your heart malfunctions. Racing faster than the speed of light just to stop then speed again.
"I brought you a change of clothes to sleep in." Sanji mumbles, obviously thinking about the big bed, too.
"Thank you." You walk to him and grab the clothes. "I'll wash up first if you don't mind?" You ask, looking up at him through your lashes.
"No, of course, not. Women should go first." The blond answers, his eyes flicking between your eyes and mouth. You rush right out of there and straight to the bathroom. You take a deep breath when you're finally out of his sight.
Later into the night, you're sitting on the luxurious bed dressed in the clothes Sanji picked for you. You feel refreshed physically but mentally a mess. He's in the other room, naked and washing himself.
Memories of his body over you are repeating in your mind. The way his cock fills you and when he begins to whine because he's close to cumming. The feel of his skin under your palms. His deep voice telling you how good you feel.
You turn onto your side, hiding your face in the pillow. You squeal and kick your feet. "What are you doing?" Sanji's warm chuckle steals your moment.
You sit up abruptly and your jaw drops when you see him there. A towel sits low on his hips and he's ruffling his thick, soft hair. His abs are glistening and hair graces his lower stomach. It's enough to make your thighs clench together.
The sight of you admiring him gives Sanji all the confidence he needs. He smirks, stretching with his arms high above his head. It's enough to make anyone crazy. "You mind if I get dressed out here?"
You suck in so much air in a gasp that you choke. Cheeks burning, you cover them up and try to hide the coughing. "After all, it wouldn't be the first time you've seen me naked."
He throws you a flirtatious look while grabbing his boxer briefs. "That's true. Go ahead." You force yourself to reply, acting like everything is fine. Clearly, it's not fine.
He drops his towel, no longer facing you. You see his ass and the muscular plains of his back. So built and stunning. You pout when he steps into his pants, those gorgeous legs and behind hidden from you.
He turns back to you when he begins pulling on a shirt. You scoot towards the end of the bed, "wait!" He raises an eyebrow but it's too late. The shirt hangs loose on his incredible physique.
"You didn't have to wear the shirt." You mumble, pouting with heat burning beneath your skin.
"Oh? Is that so, mademoiselle?" He walks to you, standing at the end of the bed and looking down at you. Your stomach clenches, desire building.
"Yeah." You blink up at him and slip your hand beneath his shirt. You rest it right over his warm stomach. "You're so handsome. I just wanna see you." You whisper then watch as his eyes darken.
Sanji cups your cheek and rubs his nose against your own. "Then, take it off for me." His voice is low with want and it quickens your breathing. Your hands grip the ends of his shirt and pull up.
He pulls back, raising his arms for you. You rise up on your knees, neither of your eyes stray from the other. Slowly, you pull the shirt off and it falls to the floor. "Now, what will you do?" Sanji rasps, willingly giving you the lead.
"Come here." You call him, hands curling around his shoulders. Your body shifts, laying itself down while pulling Sanji over you. His eyes are alight and his mouth falls into the crook of your neck.
His mouth begins sucking on the sensitive flesh. You gasp, angling your neck to offer up more. You tangle a hand in his golden hair and the other roams his body freely. "Sanji," you moan as his kisses travel over your neck and towards your cleavage.
He rasps your name into your flesh, hot breath and soft lips. "Can I take this off, angel?" His hands grasp your shirt.
You nod excitedly, "yes." The soft fabric grazes your skin lightly before air finds your bare skin. Sanji can't help but whimper when he sees your tits. A hot flush spreads throughout your body.
It's hard to look him in the eyes when he's like this. He mumbles something in french, completely enamored by you. He falls into you and you shift to let his hips settle into yours.
You gasp, gripping his back and holding him to you. His hands gently hold and knead your boobs. His tongue strokes your sensitive skin in long, loving licks. It plays on your skin before it zeroes in on your areola.
You tug on his hair, moaning as his mouth finally falls on your nipples. "You taste so good. You're so indescribable. I'm in awe of you." He praises you in between loving sucks on your skin.
Your hips begin jerking up and you can feel the outline of him against your heat. His pretty dick hardening in his pajama pants just for you. You stroke his hair, playing with the golden strands and rubbing his back.
His mouth slows down, nuzzling into your chest and breathing heavily. His own hips start moving, rushed and uncoordinated thrusts. "Mon amour, I don't want to rush but . . ."
"I know. I know, Sanji. It's okay." You stroke his cheek affectionately before pulling down on his pants. Both of you work to undress one another. Suddenly, his hard length is nudging your entrance.
You both gasp, his hands curling in the sheets above your head while yours curl around his body. "You're so pretty, Sanji." You take in his endless blue gaze and his bright, soft hair. Your compliment has him shuddering and lashes fluttering.
He whispers your name, leaning down to claim your lips. It's sweet and slow, voicing everything neither of you can explain. More kisses follow, both of you savoring the other. His tongue meeting yours and tasting your mouth.
Your hand wraps around his hard length and his whole body shutters in response. You guide him towards your dripping heat. "Please, Sanji."
"Of course, my heart." He caresses your cheek while sinking into you inch by inch. Your back arches, hands clawing at his skin as your body welcomes him in. You moan his name wantonly, the sound seeping into the walls.
"You ready, love? Can I move?" His nose nudges your cheek, little kisses meet your face like brushes of butterfly wings.
"Yes, Sanji. Please. Please, move."
His hips roll, pulling out with just his tip inside before sliding back in entirely. Sanji's pace remains slow and sensual for as long as he can. He always manages to make it romantic, broadcasting his adoration and devotion to you.
You brush his gorgeous sunshine hair back while he thrusts in and out of your slick heat. Your eyes remain on one another. You smile up at the cook and watch him melt. A breathtaking smile curls his lips and hearts twinkle in his gaze.
"I love you, Sanji. You feel so good." You roll your hips up to meet his thrusts and his mouth opens from the sheer bliss it brings him.
His head dips into the crook of your neck. He mouths at your shoulder and throat. With a groan of your name, he picks up the pace. Your nails mark up his back and your hips buck uncontrollably.
It's unexplainable the way you make love. The bed creaking, sheets slipping off, and skin meeting skin consistently. The wet sounds, his panting, and your cries.
"Sanji, I'm so close." Your back arches and his hand slips down. Then, his thumb is rubbing circles on your clit. It's more than enough to unravel you. Your lover pulls out right at the last second, cumming on your stomach.
All that remains are sweaty bodies and shaky breaths. You hold Sanji close, his body nearly limp on top of you. "I love you." He mumbles into your skin, exhausted yet satisfied. You laugh freely and return the affection words.
Then, he's pulling away. Ever the gentleman, he makes sure you're cleaned up. Then, you're given water and whatever food your heart desires. The night ends with his arms around you.
The most comfortable bed imaginable. A night without the rest of the crew. A cool room after the burning heat of the summer sun. And the most important thing of all, the love of your life.
donโt you hate when real life keeps interrupting your extremely serious commitments like your wip, your fanfics, and the emotional support music group youโve been hyperfixating on for the past three months.
