✨wooahae✨

victoria. 28. she/they. arguably the biggest lee seokmin simp. my likes are my tbr🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[miunicornfluff]

coming back on here 2 say this

fuck I.C.E

fuck tr*mp

fuck ep*tein

fuck shitrael

fuck sexism

fuck k*rk

fuck pro-life

fuck white supremacy

fuck racism

everything is political.

no one is illegal on stolen land

arrest everyone mentioned in the files

i love immigrants

free palestine, cogo, venezuela, etc

abortion is healthcare

blame the predator, not the victims clothes.

no uterus no opinion

love is love

trans woman = woman

trans man = man

mental health matters

all addictions matter

[eptck]

you have to be kinder to people with memory issues.

you have to be kinder to people who are slow processors.

you have to be kinder to people who don't understand your jokes.

you have to be kinder to people who forget important dates.

you have to be kinder to people with cognitive decline.

you have to be kinder to people who were always this way, too.

you have to be kind. you have to be kind.

[waterfallhpb]

people will claim to be “very accepting” and then will continuously act awful to people like this and say it’s “not their problem”

[whats-her-quirk]

Lover, You Should’ve Come Over

The two of you aren’t exactly quiet when you sneak off to the bathroom together at all hours, but Zoro has always been quick to turn the corner and walk away. Seeing is very different. There’s nothing left to imagine anymore. He knows exactly what it looks like now—the cook picking you apart, piece by piece, until you shatter.

roronoa zoro x reader x black leg sanji

rating: explicit, 18+

warnings: jealous zoro (who doesn’t quite understand his emotions), exhibitionism turned threesome, oral (female receiving), vaginal sex, fingering, hand jobs, slight belly bulge, cum play, praise, size kink, multiple orgasms, the boys kiss too, not quite gay panic just cook panic, welcome to the zosanwich

word count: 2.7k

welcome to the fantasy that has been keeping me going while sitting in my drafts for over a year

♪ lover, you should’ve come over by jeff buckley

divider by @/cafekitsune

You’re sitting in the cook’s lap again. The dirty plates from dinner are stacked up, everyone except your bottomless pit of a captain finished eating. As you lounge around the table to rest and chatter over drinks, you slide into his lap, one arm draped over his shoulder while his hand wanders your hip and waist.

Zoro doesn’t believe it. He doesn’t buy that in the weeks since you joined the crew, the shitty cook managed to not only catch your attention but actually seal the deal. What could you possibly see in him? When you got here, he was still chasing after Nami and Robin. Now that idiot’s so busy touching and kissing you that he hardly glances at anyone else.

It just can’t be real, Zoro thinks, even as he watches the cook pluck the cigarette out of his mouth so he can plant a kiss on your neck. You’re focused on something Chopper’s saying, so it catches you by surprise, making you giggle and tug at the front of his shirt. He steals another kiss from the corner of your jaw before taking a long, satisfied drag from his cigarette. Zoro stares, unnoticed, and feels his face getting hot.

He truly doesn’t believe it, and when the kitchen clears out, he pins the cook against the wall and tells him so.

“Did I forget something? Your midnight snack?” Even with Zoro’s forearm across his chest, the cook is smirking.

Despite his annoyance, Zoro keeps his voice down. “Tell me what’s really going on between you and our new crewmate.”

The cook blows smoke out of the corner of his mouth. He pushes Zoro’s arm away, but only because Zoro lets him. Now that he’s asked the question, Zoro knows the other man can’t simply walk away from it.

The cook takes the cigarette from his mouth and rolls it coyly between his fingers. “What’s there to tell? We’re together now, I thought that was obvious.”

“Give me a break. What would she want you for?”

“So you’re asking about the dirty details then?” he clicks his tongue, turning his back to leave. “And they call me a pervert.”

Zoro scoffs. “Don't expect me to believe you can please her. You couldn’t please anyone.”

The cook turns on his heel. His brow creased, he looks Zoro up and down at point blank range. “Really? I’ll prove it.”

Zoro is watching you again, this time from one of the plush chairs in the women’s quarters, pointed at the corner of your bed. Though he can hardly believe he agreed to this, he can’t leave now. You’re a feast for his eye, stripped bare and legs spread on your mattress, even if he has to look past the cook to see you.

Robin and Nami have been persuaded to take lookout duty together, and the door is locked, ensuring your privacy. Regardless, Zoro feels more like an intruder than a fly on the wall. He’s supposed to be here to make a point, to scratch an itch and satisfy his curiosity so that maybe seeing the two of you together will stop bothering him so goddamn much. But no matter how good you look like this, no matter how much it makes his cock twitch every time you gasp and moan and writhe underneath that bastard cook, he can’t shake the feeling that he shouldn’t be here.

Yet he can’t tear himself away.

It’s something like torture to watch the cook bring you to your first orgasm with his hands and his mouth, every wet sound and throaty groan lewder than the last. He kneels on the floor at the end of the bed, your legs thrown over his shoulders, skillful fingers thrusting inside while he devours you like he’s starving. You fist the sheets and the cook’s hair like you’ll tear both to shreds. Zoro has to lean back in his chair, cross his legs, and put one hand over his mouth just to keep himself in check.

If there’s one thing he has, it’s willpower. He can get through this. If he has to take care of himself in the shower later on, so be it. The scene in front of him will be burned into his memory for eternity anyway.

After you finally break with his name on your lips, the cook rushes to kiss you, pushing you up the bed so he can crawl on top. He praises you between messy swirls of his tongue, dry humping before he’s even inside you like he can’t help it. You guide his head down to your chest so you can catch your breath, and he kisses the tops of your breasts instead. Zoro bites his lip.

It’s pathetic. Zoro should be disgusted. Instead, he’s out of breath and embarrassingly hard. He’s just grateful you’re not looking at him.

Once your hips are rolling just as desperately, you take his cock in your hand and lead the cook to you with a shuddering moan. Even from a few feet away, Zoro can hear how wet you are. It makes him shiver. Shallow thrusts become deeper, familiar bodies slotting together until your hips meet and begin to grind. When the cook starts to whine, Zoro starts to lose himself.

He’s heard it before, though he pretended not to. The two of you aren’t exactly quiet when you sneak off to the bathroom together at all hours, but Zoro has always been quick to turn the corner and walk away. Seeing is very different. There’s nothing left to imagine anymore. He knows exactly what it looks like now—the cook picking you apart, piece by piece, until you shatter.

He can’t help it anymore. Zoro’s knees are shaking, he’s so turned on. He stares at your fingers, at the way they’re digging into the cook’s lower back, and presses the heel of his own hand between his legs. The relief is instant, and so is the hiss that escapes his lips as he throws his head back. It’s shameful how badly he needs to be touched right now.

So is the way he finds you watching him when he looks up again.

His entire body pulses—is his heart pounding as loud as he thinks it is?—while you scramble for the cook’s shoulders, pawing for his attention. Is this it? Should he just leave? As ashamed as he is, he really doesn’t want to.

“Sanji, baby,” you ask, your eyes locked with Zoro’s. “Can he come over here?”

The cook slows to a stop. You cup his face while he pants for breath. Zoro swallows thickly, frozen, waiting. He’s never felt like this, like his head is barely above water, and that alone scares him.

The cook halfheartedly chuckles, wiping some sweat from your brow. It’s easy to forget he’s still inside you until his voice comes out soft but wrecked at the same time. “Didn’t know you wanted him too, my love.”

You nod, coy but enthusiastic. Zoro nearly chokes.

The cook kisses your cheek, then your neck. “As you wish.”

Over his shoulder, as if he knows Zoro can’t resist, the cook calls, “You heard the lady, moss head.”

Undressing is a blur. Boots are tossed aside. Swords clatter to the floor. Earrings clink together as Zoro pulls his threadbare shirt off his back. Before he realizes it, he’s standing there naked next to the bed, practically panting, not knowing what to do with himself.

You reach for his hand. He lets you take it and pull him in. “Come closer,” you beckon. “You can touch me. It’s ok.”

He sits down, leaning against the headboard, and lets you settle between his legs, only a little self conscious that his boner is touching the soft, slick skin of your back. You nestle yourself so sweetly in the notch of his shoulder, right over the edge of his battle scar. You place his hands around your middle, then drape yours around the back of his neck, securing yourself in place.

“Keep going, Sanji,” you purr.

From this angle, looking down over your shoulder, Zoro watches the cook slide back inside you. He feels filthy for groaning, but he can’t stop it from tumbling out.

His hands shake against your stomach as you find your rhythm again. The cook curls himself over you, watching too as he sinks his cock inside you again and again. His head is tilted down, hair covering both eyes, but he’s moaning so close to Zoro’s face with each forward thrust. Each sound burns in the pit of Zoro’s stomach.

You said he could touch you, right? Experimentally, he paws just below your navel, pressing his big hands into the soft flesh there. Your head rolls to the side, your lips grazing the side of his neck as you beg, “more, Zoro.”

He can barely breathe as he pushes just a little harder. Oh god, he can feel the cook inside you, the slight bulge pushing in and out. The weight and the sound of it, this melding of bodies, is all too much, and yet Zoro needs more.

Zoro slides one hand down and wraps it around the base of the other man’s cock where it disappears inside you.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” the cook swears. His head rolls on his neck, his chin craning back. His hair falls away from his face, giving Zoro the clearest view he’s ever had of both his eyes at once, his heavy lids fluttering and both curly brows knitting together in the center of his flushed forehead.

Zoro torques his hand over, putting his thumb on top, doing his best to swipe against your clit as you grind up. You press your face deeper into Zoro’s neck, your moans higher pitched and more broken than before. He thinks he hears your choke, “please.”

“I got you,” he promises, huffing against your temple. He cradles your face with his free hand, needing to hold you, desperate to give you anything you want. “You’re ok, I got you,” he groans as the underside of his own cock slides against your back.

He doesn’t know what the hell he’s saying, but he has to say it. He feels the heat of your face against his lips and stares right at the cook’s open, wet, whimpering mouth and says, “Both of you. I got you.”

The cook cries out, his hips jutting forward, and finishes, shaking. Zoro tightens his grip, tries to prolong the other man’s peak until he’s spent. Your back arches sharply against Zoro with your own release—he can feel a string of his precum pull and snap between you. It’s disgusting; it’s so hot he can’t stand it.

The room feels too quiet, suddenly. All Zoro can hear is huffing breath and the pounding of his own heart. Finally, the cook seals his mouth to yours with a needy, humming kiss. You mewl as the cook pulls out—a low, guttural noise that Zoro takes like an uppercut. He lets his head fall back against the headboard, his stomach in knots.

He thinks it’s over. He’s painfully hard and leaking while trying to get his head back down from wherever he floated off to. He holds you, preparing to walk away.

Tenderly, you stroke the cook’s hair as you relax against Zoro’s chest. When you speak, your voice is scratchy but unmistakable.

“Zoro. Do you want to fuck me?”

Zoro’s mouth turns dry. His cock jumps hard against his abs.

“Yeah,” he says.

The cook rolls over and hums again. “You want one more, baby?” He asks. He sounds almost delirious. “You want me to watch him fuck my cum deeper inside you?”

Your body shivers. “Yes.”

The cook looks up at him. “Is that what you want?”

“Fuck.” Never, even in hell, would Zoro have used those words. But something turns over in his brain, and that’s exactly what he wants. He craves it.

Clumsily, he slides out from behind you. The cook takes his place, and he crawls over top you, gaze roaming from your face to your breasts, down to your messy, beautiful pussy. He’s not sure he’s ever seen anything better.

Your knees bob a little in the air; you’re getting tired. That’s fine. He’s not sure how long he’ll be able to last anyway. He fists himself, spreading his pre down the shaft with his thumb.

Your eyes wander to his groin. “Big,” you mumble.

He knows. “If you want to stop, just say so.”

“No, s’ok.”

He looks down again, eyes lingering on the spend that leaks from you. With a hitched breath, Zoro lines himself up. Despite his size, he slides in so easily it makes him shudder. He bites the corner of his lip with one canine, consumed by your wet heat. With nowhere else to go, slick dribbles out around him as he pushes further in.

You twitch as he bottoms out, so sensitive and pliant under him. And soft, so much softer than he could have imagined as he pushes your thighs up to your chest by instinct.

“So big…” you moan.

Zoro can’t breathe. He can barely think—he just moves where his body tells him, gradually picking up speed until he’s full-on thrusting, sandwiching you tight between him and the other man.

The cook cups your breasts with both hands, tweaks your nipples now and again to make you jolt. Zoro stares at his kiss-bruised mouth as he babbles out praise. “You take him so well, princess. So good for us.”

Zoro’s face hovers so close to the cook, he can feel his breath with every word. He’s like an animal, fucking you with a one-track mind. He can’t think of anything but how this feels—hard, hot, wrong, delicious. With your next moan, he drops his mouth to yours to swallow it.

As soon as Zoro pulls back, the cook replaces him, pressing two fingers in your mouth for you to suck on.

“You like that?” he groans, his gravelly voice even huskier than usual. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

Barreling towards the edge in the grip of your cunt, Zoro loses himself. He surges forward, feels his earrings slap against the side of his face, and captures the cook’s stupid lips with his own. Zoro bullies his tongue inside as the cook moans, opens up, and lets him in. He can’t get deep enough, can’t taste enough of the smoke and wine and lust to sate himself.

When you scratch your nails down his chest, blunt nails catching on his old, worn scars, Zoro snaps. With a thick growl, he cums so much that it pushes his cock halfway out of you. You convulse, leg muscles going stiff as you find one final peak before he pulls out.

Everything is a blur. Zoro’s heart and lungs are screaming for rest, and he drops his head to your stomach to catch his breath.

“Fuck,” the cook swears softly, like he’s half asleep.

Your nails rake over Zoro’s shortly cropped hair as sweat drips down his temples. “You were amazing.”

As the rush fades and Zoro comes back to his senses, his entire body buzzes. There aren’t words for it, the mixture of shock and relief he feels cradled against you as the cook reaches over to the bedside table and lights a cigarette. The world has shifted a little on its axis. You couldn’t have planned this, and not in his wildest dreams could Zoro have imagined any of it.

What the hell just happened?

[nobrain-onlysteven]

When the great Eustass Kid switch up happens just know that I always loved that freak

[daisydovley]

Need & Necessity - Roronoa Zoro & Vinsmoke Sanji

Sex Pollen⚘ NSFW ♡ 18+ ♡ SMUT

One Piece Masterlist

HardDom!Zoro / Sub!Reader / SoftDom!Sanji Summary: An herb gathering mission for Chopper had gone awry when Sanji became affected by a mysterious plant. Unable to make it back down the mountain before nightfall, You, Zoro, and Sanji take shelter from an oncoming storm. Concerned as Sanji’s symptoms grow stronger, you want to help him however you can. CW: Sex Pollen (It’s Contagious & Everyone’s Affected), Lots of Cum, Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Fingering (F Receiving), Oral (F Receiving), Creampie, Threesome, Mentions of ‘Mating’ Mentions of an established relationship between Zoro x Reader. Zoro was meant to take more of a voyeuristic role in this one, but he just wasn't having it :Þ Pollen is a top tier trope for me though so there will surely be more scenarios ( ꈍ◡ꈍ) Word Count: 4.7k

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You flipped desperately through the pages of the field guide by the light of the fire Zoro had made. The wind had begun to pick up outside the cabin with the fast approaching storm. The locals had warned it likely that if you didn’t make it back before nightfall, you’d have to seek shelter.

You’d been on track to make it back down the mountain in time, but then Sanji had encountered some kind of flower that was making him sick. Currently he stood facing the wall, forehead pressed into the battered wood. “So hot,” he muttered, as he slid off his jacket.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him, “but you can’t go outside. The rain…” Not only was the temperature rapidly dropping outside, but this high up the mountain during this time of the year, the night rain was toxic to the touch and only purified again under the sunlight. This time of year also happened to be the only time the medicinal herbs Chopper wanted could grow.

Sanji groaned, loosening his tie. You looked back towards the field guide in your hands, “tell me again.”

“Pink flower. By the stream. It exploded into a mist when I got close,” Sanji’s voice was painfully strained and it broke your heart.

“What color was the mist?” There were so many different plants on the mountain, you skimmed through hundreds in the thick guidebook.

“Pink,” Zoro answered, having seen it happen. “It was kinda spiky.”

Your fingers glided through the pages and then suddenly halted, finding a depiction that somewhat matched the description. Your eyes skimmed the information before suddenly stopping. Your heart dropping in your chest. “Um… did it have white spots?”

“Yeah,” Sanji mumbled, undoing the top buttons of his shirt.

“Oh…”

“Oh? Oh, what?” Zoro asked. “Is it poisonous?”

You stood up and crossed the small one room cabin next to Sanji. You could feel the heat radiating off of him. “Sanji… is this it?” His eyes slowly drug across your face, gaze lingering on your mouth. He licked his lips. “Sanji, is this the flower?”

He blinked and looked down to the page you held out for him. “Yeah… yeah, that’s it.” He tried to read it, but his vision was hazy and unfocused.

“What does it say?” Zoro asked.

“Um… well, it’s not poisonous, but…”

“But?”

“But it does have side effects. Not permanent, just… intense. You should be okay by morning… Sanji,” you ventured carefully, “how do you feel?”

“Hot,” he said. “So hot. And fluttery.”

“Fluttery?”

“Like butterflies. But everywhere.”

“I think you’re in the second stage,” you muse looking at the book.

“Second stage of what?”

Your cheeks grow hot, “the flower grows by the streams during the mountain’s fertile time of the year. It… it’s meant to encourage… ah, the mating season.”

Sanji kept popping buttons down the front of his shirt, his chest bare and gleaming in the firelight.

“What!? What the hell does that mean?”

“It acts as a stimulate to the local fauna. To make them… ya know…" you blushed. "I guess, it works on people too.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Zoro says, grabbing the book from your hands and angling it towards the light. “Did you know about this?” Zoro snaps to Sanji.

Sanji shakes his head, breath too ragged to respond, and you come to his defense. “Zoro, of course he didn’t. It was an accident.”

“What do I do?” Sanji asks, all his buttons undone now.

Zoro watches you step towards the cook, muscles tense as you place a sympathetic hand to his back. You reach up to touch Sanji’s face and he immediately turns into your touch, whimpering. “We need to bring your fever down.” Sanji nods into your palm, face flushed and eyes closed.

Zoro scanned the page, searching for the information on how to do that and grunts with displeasure when he finds the answer. “ ‘The frenzy is subsided once the animal finds release…’,” he quotes from the book before slamming it shut.

You pull your hand away from Sanji’s face and a pitiful noise shudders through him. “If his fever keeps getting higher, he could be in real trouble.” Sanji peels off his shirt and places his hands against the wall, nails scratching into the wood.

Zoro grabs your arm and pulls you to his side of the room. “Fine. Do what you need to do, but do it yourself,” he growls.

Sanji shakes his head, body trembling. “No way. Just… just tie me up. Knock me out.”

“No! That’s too dangerous. If you’re unconscious and your fever keeps rising it could kill you.” You look around the cabin desperately hoping an alternative solution would come to you. But it’s no more than a tiny one room shack, there wasn’t even any furniture and definitely no where that could offer any sense of privacy.

“You could… you could knock me out,” you mused to Zoro. “If it would make it easier for him-“

“I’m not fucking doing that,” Zoro refuses, unable to bring himself to use his strength against you like that.

“Listen, Sanji-“ he moans hearing you say his name, “it’s okay. It’s okay, if you need to… Just think of it as a medical necessity.” You try to soften the embarrassing nature of the situation.

“Necessity…” he grounds out.

“Right, Sanji. Just something you need to do to get better.”

“Need…” his voice is gravelly and deep. His fingers scratch down the wood like he’s trying to hold on for dear life, but his body has other ideas. One hand drops from the wall and disappears down the front of him. “Again,” he demands. “Say it again.”

“Say what...?”

“My name,” he growls. There’s a soft clinking sound as he undoes his belt. “Say my name again.”

“Don’t bring her into this,” Zoro snaps. “You caused this problem, you fix it your damn self.”

“Zoro,” you say softly, “he can’t help it.”

There’s a rustling sound and you see Sanji’s arm moving rhythmically, his shoulders hunched over, muscles rippling in his back. You quickly avert your gaze, trying to give him some semblance of privacy. “Pretty voice. So pretty when you say my name. So pretty~" The rustling gets louder. “Pretty mouth. Would taste so good-“

“Would you shut up!?”

“Wanna taste it, wanna taste it so bad,” Sanji’s dirty words slurred, his mind completely slipping into a lust-driven intoxication.

Despite knowing he wasn’t in control of himself and what he was saying, the words made you blush and there was a sudden fluttering in lower part of your body. “Try not to listen…” you mumbled more to yourself than Zoro.

But Sanji moaned hearing your pretty voice again, the rustling getting faster before it stalled and he groaned deeply, body spasming. Sanji looked down at the hand choking his cock. His cum shot in thick, heavy ropes with every spasm. Splashing the wall, coating his stomach, dripping down his pants. So much fucking cum. He spread it across his dick, enjoying the sticky heat and then started stroking again.

“Are you done?” Zoro asked.

Sanji shook his head, “can’t stop,” he confessed through his clenched teeth. “Still fucking hard. Oh, fuck, there’s so much cum.”

His shameless words made your body feel hot despite yourself. You took a deep breath, willing yourself to focus. Your fingers knotted together with worry. “I thought it said he’d be better if he found release…”

“Guess it wasn’t enough,” Zoro muttered.

“What do we do?” you ask, your eyes find Sanji again. He’d pushed his pants down lower, your gaze locked onto the way his arm furiously moved back forth. The sounds of his masturbating filled the cabin, so wet and filthy. With every inhale, the scent of his sex grew stronger. “Should we help him?” you asked, uncertain.

“Help him?”

“You wanna help me, princess? Wanna touch me? Please please please,” he begged.

“Stroke your own fucking cock, you prick,” Zoro barks.

“You can watch me,” Sanji whines, “just watch me do it.”

Without realizing it, your tongue darts across your lips- but Zoro notices it. “...Would it actually help if you did that?”

“I dunno…”

Zoro sighs heavy and leans back against the wall, arms crossed. “If you think it could, try it. I can’t listen to this all fucking night.”

Your eyes widened, “you want me to watch him?”

Zoro shrugs, “up to you.” Your voice stammers, unable to form words at his suggestion. “Like you said, it’s just a medical necessity,” he repeats your earlier reassurances back to you and you close your mouth. You take a deep breath and remind yourself that despite the humiliating nature of the situation, Sanji is your friend. He was suffering. And while you’d never imagined you’d be in a situation like this, there was still nothing you wouldn’t do for your friends.

“O-okay,” you agreed, “I’ll try.”

Zoro grabs your arm and pulls you towards him, flipping you around so your back is against his chest. He holds you there against him while he addresses Sanji. “Cook,” he demands, “turn around. Let her watch.”

You swallow as Sanji slows his movements just long enough to strip the rest of his clothes away. You drink in the sight of him, body lean and toned and glistening with exertion. He turned, slowly, finally revealing the mess of his cock to you. Still gripped tight in his hand, it was solid and reddened and absolutely soaked. Long strings of cum dripped from him down towards the floor. Sanji’s thighs soaked with his own fluids.

As soon as he saw your eyes on him, Sanji pressed his thumb into the slit of his cockhead, cum oozing out around his digit and slid down in ropes to the floor. “Fuuuck,” he groaned, squeezing the tip of his dick that spasmed at the sight of you. He circled his fingers and began rocking his hips, pushing them further and further as if they could reach you from the other side of the cabin. The sight of his swollen tip forcing its way through the tight ring of his fingers was stirring. Faster and faster, Sanji fucked himself in front of you. “Keep watching, princess. Don’t take your eyes off my cock. Gonna cum again.” He pistoned his hips against his hand, cockhead thrusting in your direction. It didn’t take long for his cum to splash to the floor in front of you, but he didn’t stop pumping.

“Fucking nasty,” Zoro snapped, still holding you still by the arms so you could do nothing but stand there and watch.

Sanji wrapped his whole hand around his shaft then, vigorously jerking it back and forth. His eyes locked onto yours, “you like it, don’t you princess? Like watching me milk my cock. Such a nasty fucking mess.”

Zoro leaned down and pressed his lips to your ear. Voice low and dangerous, “tell him you like it.” Wetness pooled between your legs as you gasped in a breath. “Tell him,” Zoro orders.

“I... I like watching you touch yourself, Sanji...”

Sanji groans, eyes rolling back in his head and more cum leaks from his abused cock. He looks over at you again, trying to slow himself down. His eyes are pure black as he looks at you, “Can’t stop, Princess. I can’t stop.” His voice is hoarse and pleading.

“It’s okay, Sanji,” you assure him. “I like it. I wanna watch you cum again.”

His hips pick up more speed, slamming back against the wall with every thrust. “Gonna cum again. Gonna do it for you. Gonna give you my cum. You want it- yes yes yes- you want it.”

Zoro’s eyes glance down watching the way you keep pushing your thighs together. Felt the way your breath hitched in your chest. Fuck, if it wasn’t turning him on.

“I want it, Sanji. I want you to cum for me.”

Always so eager to please, the cook cried out as his whole body convulsed. He hunched over as cum shot from his dick. Rope after rope. Zoro watched, almost amazed at the sight of it. He had no idea how the cook’s body managed to keep producing so much. Sanji groaned, jerking his cock hard, trying to force it all out.

He leaned back against the wall, breathless. The three of you standing there, listening to the rattle of it, the smell of sex heavy in the air. Sanji’s body was flushed as it heaved with every breath. Your face heated when you met his eyes, dropping your gaze only to be met with the puddles of his fluid. You closed your eyes, trying to stave off the desire your own body was trying to stoke.

“Oh, fuck!” Sanji cried. Your eyes snapped open to see him looking down bewildered at his own cock standing ready once more, already dripping a fresh round of precum. Tears pricked his eyes with frustration, making you feel all the more guilty for the way your body was reacting.

“Sanji…” his eyes went to yours, desperation on his face.

“Help me. Please help me.”

Sucking in a breath you instinctively moved to step towards him, but Zoro tightened his grip. “How do you expect her to help you?”

Sanji’s eyes lock up to Zoro’s, “I need to fuck her.”

Your eyes widened at his blunt admission. “And what makes you think I would let you do that?” Zoro asks.

Sanji swallows, not taking his eyes off the swordsman as he begs, “please, I can’t take this. I need her. I need to cum inside her, need to fill her up.”

Zoro grabs your chin and angles you to look at him, “and you? You would let him do that?”

You licked your lips, holding his gaze, “if it would help… yes.”

Zoro released you and turned his gaze back towards the cook. He held the man’s gaze as he began to undress you. Sanji’s cock twitched as he watched Zoro slowly peel off your top, letting your breasts fall free. Zoro’s big hands rubbing over them, fingers rolling your nipples. They drag down the front of your body sliding into the waistband of your pants, teasing the sensitive skin there before slowly- so slowly- undoing your laces. He pushes your pants down and takes you out of them.

Sanji slowly strokes his cock, trying to keep a mild pace as he enjoys the sight before him. Zoro’s hands drag over your clothed cunt, sliding in between your legs. He releases a dark chuckle, “she’s fucking wet.” Sanji’s leaky cock spasms in his hand.

Zoro wraps an arm around your middle and lifts you from the ground, the other hand dragging your wet panties down your legs. Once they’re off, he sets you down again. He tosses your panties towards Sanji, the cook deftly catching them and immediately bringing them to his face, inhaling deeply.

Your breath hitches, pulse racing as your mind swims, trying to reckon with the erotic situation you're falling into. Your body feels so hot, a fluttering deep in the lower regions of your body. You could feel your own wetness start to slowly drip down your thighs.

Zoro grabs behind your right knee and hoists your leg up. You yelp, but his strong hands keep you from falling. He pulls your knee up, opening your dripping cunt and putting it on display. Zoro’s eyes lock onto Sanji, “come get on your knees,” he demands.

With no hesitation, Sanji steps forward and drops hard to his knees, kneeling the puddle of his own mess, eye level with your glistening cunt. Zoro’s fingers spread your pussy to give him a better look. He presses two fingers into you before slowly pulling them back out, holding them up for Sanji to see. He spreads them apart, strings of your juices webbing between them. “She got fucking wet watching you jerk your nasty fucking cock.”

You moaned as Zoro’s fingers slid through you again. Sanji leaned forward, captivated by the sight of it- one hand stroking himself, the other still clutching your panties. “Now you’re going to watch when I make her cum.”

Zoro slid two fingers into you, palm grinding against your clit. You moaned deeply, head falling back against Zoro’s strong body. In the position he had you, you could do nothing but let him work you over. He pushed his fingers all the way in before pulling them back, and pushing them in once more. Gliding so easily in and out.

He pushed them back to the knuckle and held them there, letting his palm grind pleasure into your clit. “Tell her your like it,” he commands down at Sanji. “Tell her how grateful you are to watch her cum.”

Sanji’s eyes rake over your quivering body. “Fuck, I love seeing you like this. Love hearing you moan. Wanna hear you cum,” his hand worked his cock faster and your pussy clenched around Zoro’s fingers. He curls them inside you putting pressure on your sweet spot while increasing the pressure to your clit.

“Zoro~” you moaned, “feels so good.”

“I know, baby. Tell him, not me.”

“It feels really good, Sanji. It feels so so good~” Zoro works his hand faster, hard enough to lift you off the floor to the tips of your toes, letting your weight rest on his fingers pressed so deeply inside your body. “I love being touched. Love when he touches me like this.” Zoro’s cock twitches against your back. “He touches me a lot. Touches me so good. So deep.” Zoro grunts, holding you tighter and grinding his cock between your bodies.

Zoro pulls his fingers out of you and you whine in protest. “Shhh. Wanna make sure he can see your pretty pussy clench when you cum. You want him to see it, right?”

You nod, “yes, want him to watch.”

Zoro slides his leg out and spreads your body further, opening you up even more for Sanji to see. He takes a single finger and starts circling your clit, mindful not to block any of Sanji’s view with his big hand. “Beg her, Cook. Beg her to let you watch her cum.”

“Fuck yes, please cum. Please let me see it. Wanna watch it drip out of you. Wanna watch that pussy cream. Gonna cum with you, gonna cum at the same time,” he promises, stroking his cock harder.

Zoro increases the pressure, his finger rolling with precision around your clit. Faster. Harder. You moan, fingers digging into his strong arms. You feel it building, “I’m getting close. I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

“Show him, baby. Show him what it looks like when I make you cum.”

“Show me. Show me- fuck, need to see it.”

A groan shatters through your body as you cum hard, whining at the sensation of your cunt spasaming hard around absolutely nothing.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, of fuck,” Sanji groans, shooting his own load onto himself. He’s staring at your pussy, tightening his hand in time with the way it pulses.

“You see that?” Zoro asks, “that’s what you want, right? That’s where you wanna stick your prick.”

“Yes,” Sanji breathes, “yes, wanna fuck that tight hole. Wanna feel it milk me.”

Your body trembles as Zoro adjusts his hold, “I’m going to let you. I’m going to let you fuck her.” Zoro frees his cock and lines it up, “but I’m gonna fuck her first.”

He slides all the way in and you moan at the way he fills you up. So big. So thick. Zoro’s cock completely fills you up and stretches you out. Your pussy desperately clenches around him. “Ah, fuck, gripping me tight, baby.” He thrusts into you, steady and powerful, holding you against him you’re nothing but a fuckdoll in his arms.

Zoro looks down at Sanji, arrogant grin on his face watching the other man on his knees. Dick still in hand as his eyes stayed on where Zoro’s cock pushed into you. “He’s watching you. He’s watching you get used by this fat cock. This is what he wants to do to you, baby. Wants to use your body, wants to feel you cum on him.” You moan and your pussy clenches. Zoro groans, the sound vibrating against your back. “Take your hands off your dick and touch her clit.” Sanji’s eyes widen at the command. “I showed you how she likes it, didn’t I? Now fucking touch her. If you can’t make her cum, I’m not going to let you fuck her.”

Sanji slides forward, fingers immediately finding the clit on your bouncing body. His hand moves with you, fingers rolling the pretty bud between his knuckles. Every movement Zoro makes lands you back against Sanji’s fingers. Their paces finding wordless rhythm with each other. Both men worked at your pussy and you were helpless to do anything but enjoy it.

Faster they went. Zoro’s cock pumping you, Sanji’s fingers rubbing at your clit. “Feels so good~”

“Yeah? Gonna cum?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whined.

You body tightened, prepared to snap when Zoro grabbed a fist of Sanji’s hair and jerked his face towards your cunt. “Suck.” Sanji’s lips immediately latched onto your clit, sucking at it like he had been starving for it. His lips pulsed around your bud, tongue fluttering against it. He suckled you like his life depended on it.

Shamelessly, you moaned, eyes tearing at the overwhelming sensations. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” you begged. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming, oh fuck-“

Zoro pumped faster, groaning as he flooded you. Your pussy milking every drop from him as you clenched. Sanji didn’t stop suckling you, the sloppy sound of his hand jerking his cock still filling the air.

Your body twitched in the aftershock of your orgasm. Zoro tucked his face to the crook of your neck, placing tender kisses against your fluttering pulse. He trailed gentle kisses along your neck, the sensation clashing with the feeling of his cock still twitching inside you and Sanji still sucking on your clit.

With one last kiss, he pulled back then grabbed Sanji’s hair again and shoved him off you. Gently he brought your shaking leg to the floor, holding your wobbling body steady. Sanji looked up at you, eyes still hungry.

“Now,” Zoro said, “you can have a turn.”

Sanji jumped to his feet and scooped you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and dropping to the floor again. On his knees, he thrust up into you, groaning as he slid home. Your body still trembled, your mind dizzy from how quickly you changed hands. Sanji wrapped his arms around you, humping against your body, cock already weeping inside you.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he whined, your eyes locked together. “Fuck you feel so good. Better than I imagined. So, so, good.”

His mouth locked to your neck, that little sweet spot he saw Zoro kissing just a moment ago. He was rewarded with your sweet moans and the feel of your pussy clenching around him. He brought one hand around to the front of your body and dropped it down between your legs, finding your clit again.

“Sanji~” you moaned.

His cock twitched, “So pretty when you say my name. So pretty,” he pumps faster, “so pretty when you cum.”

“I wanna cum again,” you confess shamelessly. “Sanji, will you make me cum? Please, I want you to do it.”

“Yeah, I’ll do it, Princess. I’ll make you cum. But I’m gonna cum inside you, okay? I’m gonna fill you up.”

You nod, “yes, yes.”

Sanji snaps his eyes up to Zoro who was lazily stroking his own cock- still hard- as he looked down at them. “You’re gonna watch, right? Gonna watch me fuck my cum inside her?”

Zoro’s grin twitched in time with his cock. “Yeah, I’m fucking watching.”

You look up at him then while Sanji bounces you in his lap. “His cock is inside me,” you tell him.

“I know baby. You’re gonna let him fuck you, okay? You want him to feel better, don’t you?”

You nod. “Yes, want you to feel better, Sanji. Want you to feel good.”

“Yeah, you wanna help me?” You nod again. “Gonna let me use you to feel better?”

“Yes, Sanji. You can use me. I want it, want all that cum inside me.”

Sanji groaned, suddenly tilting forward and lying you on your back. He locks your legs around his waist and starts pumping into you. “Yeah, gonna fuck you nasty. Like a needy fucking animal.” His hips thrust wildly against you, his fingers practically vibrating against your clit. You arch your back, pussy pulling him in deeper. The sounds that come form Sanji are animalistic. Drool falls from his mouth as he moans. “Gonna cum- gonna cum- gonna fill you up.”

“Fill me up, Sanji. Cum inside me.”

His fingers buzz against your clit, pushing you over the edge again. Your body comes off the floor as another orgasm wrecks you. You feel it when he cums, absolutely flooding you. So hot and so much. He keeps thrusting his hips, grunting as more and more shoots into you. So much, you think you’ll burst, the pressure unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Sanji grabs your hips and forces your body to stay together, plugging you up and keeping his cum inside.

“So full~” you whimper.

“Gonna keep it inside. Gonna mate you.” Sanji pushes down, feeling the fullness inside you.

Suddenly, Sanji’s cock was pulled from your body and his cum gushes out of you in a hot sticky puddle. You whine, suddenly feeling so empty. But it wasn’t for long, big rough hands lifted your hips again and that familiar fat cock found its way back home inside you.

“My turn,” Zoro growls possessively. "My mate."

You sighed contentedly, leaning back as both men took their turns with you through the long night until the fevers finally subsided.

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Your body was curled into Zoro’s side, breath steady, still lost to sleep. Zoro stared up at the ceiling, the sun finally creeping in and fire long since dead. Sanji sat next to you both, sitting with his elbows on his knees, looking down at your naked sleeping body. Evidence of the long night still painting your skin.

“Should we talk about-“

“No.”

Sanji’s mouth snapped shut, emotions whirring inside him. His fingers reached to brush a strand of your hair form your face but Zoro grabs his wrist. “Don’t. You’ve had enough.”

Sanji holds Zoro’s gaze, “you know I care about her.”

Zoro’s grip softens before he let’s go, dragging his hand down his face and thumping his head quietly against the floor. “She has a soft spot for you…” His voice hardens, “don’t let her feel guilty about this.”

Sanji sighs and stands up, rolling his naked shoulders. He gathers the clothes strewn around the room and opens the door. “Sun’s up. Water’s clean again. I’ll wash up then find some breakfast... I’ll be back before she wakes up.”

‘Yeah, alright…” Zoro lifts his head, “Sanji… be careful... No more fucking flowers. Not those ones, at least.”

Sanji grins, “any other particular ones in mind?”

Zoro groans and drops back down, “get out,” he tells him but there was no real heat behind it. Knowing you had been exhausted enough that you’d sleep a few hours yet, he nuzzles into you and closes his eyes. As you tuck closer into him with a quiet sigh, the words that had come to him so instinctively last night replayed through his mind. " 'My Mate.' "

But, maybe not his alone…

[daisydovley]

What You Need - Roronoa Zoro (Ft. Sanji)

Sex Pollen⚘ NSFW ♡ 18+ ♡ SMUT

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Infected!Zoro / Sub!Reader / Jealous!Sanji Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Fem!Reader (ft. Sanji) [No use of y/n] Summary: Something is very wrong with Zoro. His fever is rising and his body is overcome with only one desire. But he's your best friend and there's nothing you wouldn't do to help him. CW: Sex Pollen (but they have no idea), DubCon, Primal, Blood (Zoro tries to restrain himself with pain, but reader stops him), Threats of Violence (Zoro & Sanji), Oral (Fem Rec), Creampie, Mentions of ‘Mate/Mating’, Use of 'bitch', ANGST. Sanji & Reader have established relationship. Sanji is forced to watch and Zoro gets very mean about it. Mentions of Reader having unspoken feelings for Zoro. DD:DNE Word Count: 5.6k

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“Zoro, please-“

“Don’t touch me,” Zoro snarls. He leans forward pressing his forehead to the floor, eyes squeezed shut. Swords dropped next to him, the top half of his loose clothing shed- falling around his hips. The muscles in his back are coiled tight and sweat glistens over his violently trembling body.

“What do we do?” you look up at Sanji, eyes glistening with worry.

Sanji’s heart tightens when you look at him like that, knowing you’re looking for him to have a solution to the problem laid at your feet. He wishes he did. But when his eyes roam over Zoro- he winces. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, but something is so very obviously wrong. He can’t even stand and Sanji can’t make it down the mountain with both of you- not before the beasts of night descend. That’s if Zoro could even move. And there was no way in hell Sanji was leaving you here through the night alone. Despite the incense burning that promised to keep the beasts at bay, he wasn’t putting his faith in smoke and a flimsy shack in the woods to protect what he held most dear.

“Ma chérie, we can’t make it down the mountain tonight.”

His gut sickens at the way fear washes over your features, “But-“

“He’s right,” Zoro says through clenched teeth, “I cant-“ he hits his forehead against the floor in frustration, “I can’t…”

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re going to be okay,” you soothe, infusing it with every ounce of your willpower, as if it would make it true. “What can we do?”

“So hot,” his breaths are shallow through his teeth.

You immediately move, having been giving something to latch onto. You quickly yank your shirt over your head and use the dagger Zoro had given you to slice it in two. You see him visibly flinch at the sound of the tearing fabric, but you grab your canteen and soak it with cool water.

You hold it above Zoro’s back, letting it drip onto him before you place the cloth against his shuddering body and gently drag it down his spine. A deep sigh vibrates through him and you feel it thrum through your fingers, “does this help?”

He turns his face to peer up at you, still hunched over the floor. There’s barely any color left to see in his dark eyes, just a sliver of green holding on for dear life in a sea of black. They rake over your body, sharpening at your exposed chest, taking in the swell of your breasts spilling over your bra. His mouth waters and he licks his lips like a predator who just sighted prey.

You feel Sanji’s hands around you as he drapes his own shirt over your shoulders. You smile up at him, a hand clutching it closed around you, “thank you.”

He brushes his fingers atop the crown of your head as you go back to dragging the cool cloth over Zoro’s burning skin. Unaware of the way Zoro’s lip curled into a wordless snarl towards your Prince or of how Sanji’s eyes hardened as they met his. Sanji had clocked immediately that look Zoro pinned you with- that hunger. A hunger he was so familiar with. A hunger you so often stoked and satiated for him.

You flip your hand to place the back of it to Zoro’s skin, trying to see if his fever had cooled even slightly. But with the touch of your skin against his, Zoro groaned deeply, wood splintering under his grip. Sanji grabs your arm and pulls you back away from him, placing his body between you and the man descending into madness on the floor.

Your fingers wrap around Sanji’s arm, but you lean forward, focus still on Zoro, body springing to drop back down at his side to soothe him any way you could. “Zoro…”

He groans and there’s a movement to his hips as the sound of his name from your voice rolls over him. He breathes deep, trying to hold onto himself, when he looks up at Sanji. “Keep her the fuck away from me."

There’s a pain that stabs through your heart at his words, vocalized by a small breath of hurt. All you wanted to do was help him. He was your friend- maybe your best friend- and in his moment of torment he didn’t want you near him.

Your fingers tighten around Sanji and you take a deep breath to steady the tremble of concern and hurt. Regardless of how you felt, this wasn’t about you. Zoro was in pain and you’d do anything in that moment to relieve him of it. “Whatever you need, Zoro. Anything.”

Sanji’s body tensed at your words. Because he could imagine so many things under the umbrella of 'anything'. Things that he knew would not occur to you. Who, so sweet as always, simply wants to help- at any expense.

“Don’t,” Zoro groans, “don’t say that.”

“Why, Zoro? You know we’ll help you. Just tell us what you need. Tell me what I can do,” you plead with a voice Sanji knows is accompanied by a crease between your eyebrows. But he doesn’t take his eyes off the swordsman to see it. Every instinct in his body was coiling, something primal whispering in the back of his mind that Zoro was a threat. A threat to you. A threat to what’s his.

“Fuuuck,” he breathes, “I can’t…”

“What’s wrong with you,” Sanji asks plainly, suspecting the swordsman has more of an idea that he hasn’t yet shared.

Zoro looks up to meet his eyes and then slides them over to you as if he just couldn’t help him. Again, that predatory lick of his lips and Sanji moves to block his line of sight.

Zoro growls, menacing and low and you can feel the distinct twinge of his haki start to seep into the air around him. “Get away from her.” A pure threat dripping with malice aimed entirely at Sanji. There was absolutely no trace of the usual banter that passed between them. Zoro was deathly serious and your heart was dropping at finding yourself on the other end of the violence you always knew him capable of.

“Zoro…” your voice softly reaches him, wrapping around his rage, “you’re scaring me.”

Ice floods his veins, momentarily washing the fever out. But not for long. He sucks in a shuttering breath, eyes scanning the room with his precious second of clarity before he sees his swords. He braces himself against the wall as he stumbles towards one, picking it off the floor. It rattles in its sheath with the shake of his hand as he slowly draws it out.

“Get back,” Sanji orders, backing you up to the furthest corner of the room, his body completely shielding you. You can feel the heat rise from Sanji as he prepares his body for a fight. “What the hell are you doing?” He snaps at Zoro.

Zoro looks at him then, the remaining sliver of his eyes rapidly being swallowed up. He forces the words out, straining under the difficulty, “I won’t be able to stop.”

“Zoro, please! Put it down, please!” your voice calls out to him, tears falling from your eyes. “I’ll help you, I promise-“

“I know. I know you will. That’s why… I have to…” He flicks his wrist and the tip of his sword rests against the side of his naked torso.

“No!” you cry.

“Don’t!” Sanji snatches for you, but your body moves faster as you cross the room, hand gripping Zoro’s just as the metal pierces his skin.

Zoro stills and the world stills with him. You look into his eyes, pleading as you watch the darkness swallow up every bit of that beautiful green. The clattering of his sword echoes in the shack as he drops it to the floor and there’s only one beat of apprehension before everything is chaos.

Zoro’s hand cups your jaw, thumb dancing across your lower lip. His other hand grabs your hips and pulls you flush to his body. The fever is back, hotter than before, and the tremble of his body vibrates into your bones.

“Let her go!” Sanji demands.

But Zoro just keeps staring deep into your eyes, as he growls, “I’ll never let her go.”

Your eyes widen as he leans forward, tongue licking across your bottom lip before he pulls it between his teeth. There’s a wicked grin sliced across his face as he pulls away from you.

“You mother fucker-“

Zoro folds you into him protectively as he turns to face Sanji, flames licking over his body. Zoro laughs darkly, “give me a reason.”

“Stop,” you snap. “Stop.” You hold your hand out to Sanji to halt him. “I’m okay,” you reassure him. And with your insistence he holds off, but he’s still poised to snap. You turn towards Zoro and his arms wrap tighter around you. “Zoro, you’re sick. You’re not in your right mind.”

He gives you every bit of his attention, hand sliding up through your hair, “my mind has never been clearer.”

“No,” you insist, placing your hand to his face. He purrs and turns into your touch, “you’re still burning up. You need to calm down.”

His tongue darts over your wrist and he places a kiss to your palm. “Yeahh,” he rumbles, “only one thing I need now.”

“Tell me,” you urge him. “Tell me what you really need.”

He leans down, pressing your foreheads together. Your breath stutters as his lips come dangerously close to yours and he growls low, “need what’s mine.” His hands reach up to rip your bra off and you gasp as he presses your exposed breasts into his chest, reveling in the softness of your form against him.

Your name is a plea that rips through Sanji. His body shaking with the restraint of not ripping you out of another man’s arms. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do. He knows what he wants to do- but not what he should do. His body was reeling to meet the violence Zoro had thrown his way, but he knew- somewhere deep inside, he knew- that would end in tragedy. A tragedy he may be able to live with- but not you.

“What do you need, love? What do you need me to do right now?” He begs the question of you, too torn up to make the decision on his own. So he leaves it to you. You, at the center of this vicious storm brewing between four rotted walls. You, who always knew exactly how to soothe the fire and douse the fury.

Your voice is small, “the fever has to come down. I don’t think… I don’t think he’ll be okay if it doesn’t…” he can hear the tremble of uncertainty in your words, but you’d made up your mind. And as loathe as he was to admit it, Sanji knew there was never any part of you that would have left Zoro to his fate.

“Do you understand what he wants, mon amour?”

Zoro has his face buried into the crook of your neck, greedily breathing in your scent and nipping at your pulse, completely unfazed by the conversation happening. He had already decided exactly what he was going to do and he sure as fuck didn’t need another man’s permission to do it.

“I… I think so…” You turn your face to Zoro, and it takes a few passes of his name to claim his focus. “Tell me exactly what you need.”

His hand cups your face as he looks at you, eyes softening, “I’m going to make you nice and full, baby.” He states simply, as if that should have been obvious. His thumb brushes your cheek, “my mate… Need to fill her up,” his eyes darken and he nips at your mouth, “need to claim her.”

“Don’t hurt her,” Sanji’s broken request rips through your chest and Zoro stills as if suddenly remembering his presence. His face twists and his body tightens against you as if he might pounce on the other man.

You bring a hand up, fingers running along Zoro’s jaw, soothing the anger there. “You won’t hurt me,” you say soft and sure.

He snaps his gaze back to you, face falling, completely unable to look at you with the kind of menace he shows anyone else. “No. Never hurt you,” he says nuzzling into the crown of your head, “never.” His fingers suddenly wrap around your chin and force you to look at him. A smirk colors his features, “just gonna make you feel real good.”

Zoro brings his mouth to yours, breathing in your gasp. His body vibrates with a satisfied groan as he pulls you closer to him, kissing you deeply. His mouth roams over yours, slow and sure. As if he’d never had anywhere else to be, as if he were never meant to be anywhere else. And when his tongue softly traces the line of your lips you give him your first moan of pleasure.

Sanji turns away.

Your cheeks flush. You hadn’t meant to. You hadn’t meant to moan into his kiss. You hadn’t meant to kiss him back. But as his mouth slotted over yours, you found yourself pushing back. Kissing back.

There was a guilty tug at the back of your heart telling you to stop. You had only meant to let him do what he needed to. You hadn’t meant to like it. You hadn’t meant to run your hands up the plane of his body. Hadn’t meant to open your mouth so he could taste every bit of you.

But there was a heat rising through your core and a desire that seeded itself deep into your bones. A powerful, instinctual need for the one thing Zoro had already declared he was going to give you.

His big hand slides over your chest kneading your breast. “A-ah,” you whimper as his fingers pinch your nipples, rolling it between his knuckles. He slides his hand lower, slipping his fingers into the band of your shorts and yanking you to him. “Z-zoro-“

He hums, pleased, “That’s it, baby. Say my name. Tell him who you belong to.”

“I know who she belongs to,” Sanji snaps.

“Yeah?” Zoro looks over at him, his grin absolutely feral as he plunges his hand down the front of your shorts and you cry out, “then why’s she so fucking wet for me?” He works his hand back and forth, dragging it through your slit and smearing your slick.

Sanji’s eyes are wide, brain not willing to comprehend exactly what he was witnessing as Zoro pulled his hand from you and held it up to him. He was coated in you, sticky strands of your arousal webbing between his fingers. And without taking his eyes off of Sanji’s, Zoro brings his hand up and slides those fingers into his mouth. He moans around them, tongue lapping eagerly at your taste before pulling them out, strands of saliva coming with them. “So fucking good.”

Zoro pushes you back against the wall, caging you between his strong arms and blocking Sanji’s view of you. He crashes his lips to yours once more, fingers again going into the waist of your shorts. But this time he grips the band with both hands- along with your underwear- and in one powerful motion he rips, throwing the scraps to the floor.

He tilts his head back and breathes deeply, the scent of your sex reaching him easier now. “That’s better.” His warm hands grip under your knees, hauling you up and pinning you open against the wall. He tilts his head back to look at your open sex now dripping, and his mouth waters.

He sinks to his knees, sliding your legs over his shoulders. You quickly grip your fingers into his hair to keep your balance, but Zoro’s movements are strong and sure and there was no way he’d ever drop you. He leans forward, pressing his face between your legs, inhaling deep before he sticks out his tongue and starts lapping it up your sex.

The groan that tears through you at the first pass of his tongue is something only a distant part of you feels ashamed of. Your hands hold tight against Zoro’s head as he keeps you there, unable to do anything but feel the pleasurable working of his tongue.

Sanji meets your eyes and there’s a twinge of guilt, even as you shutter a moan when Zoro sucks hard on your clit. “S-sanji-“

Zoro’s hand slams hard against the wall, making your jump, “don’t fucking say his name,” he snarls against your cunt- that helplessly twitches under his dangerous words. He plunges his tongue back into you as if he could soothe his own wrath through the delicious suck of your arousal. He laps at your leaking cunt like an animal starved before he latches his lips over your clit- his instincts screaming at him to make you cum. To give him more.

Your body jerks forward as your clit is pulled into his mouth. Your fingers dig into the muscle of his back and he groans against your core. He was serving you so well, he tells himself. Taking such good care of his mate that her fingers were leaving her mark on him. Claiming him. “Such a good mate,” he rumbles so low into you that you’re not sure you heard him right.

He rolls his tongue over your clit and you know that you shouldn’t- but you keep looking at Sanji. And he just keeps looking back. His eyes take in the way your naked body is bent over Zoro in a position that is meant for nothing but your own pleasure. The jealousy is thick and hot down his spine, but there’s a small ember of relief that Zoro, at least, cares enough to give it to you. And not just use your body for his own sick release with little to no regard for you. Because Sanji knows you would have let him. And you would have pleaded with Sanji to let it happen- all for Zoro’s sake. All to give him what he wanted. Always to give Zoro what he wanted.

Zoro presses the broad flat of his tongue against your clit, grinding his face into you and your eyes roll back with a moan, a squeeze of your cunt signaling what was about to happen. Zoro plunges his tongue back into you, eager for every drop he was about to squeeze out. He tilts his face to brush his nose against your clit before shaking his head, grinding pleasure into you with every bit of his body.

Your grip on him tightens, “Ah- fuck- Zoro-“ thunder rolled through him as his name fell from your lips. It vibrated through your body and there was a rush of heat. “I’m gonna cum- oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum, Zoro-” you whine, voice hitching at the realization you were about to gush on Zoro’s face in front of Sanji.

You meet that brilliant blue of your lover’s eyes as it crashes through you. Your pussy clenches violently around Zoro’s tongue. Your hands grab his head, pushing him harder against you where he keeps grinding his face into your cunt. His tongue works eagerly, desperately drinking every drop you give him.

You lean back against the wall, panting with closed eyes- not willing to look anywhere under the weight of what you’ve done. And the weight that settles low in your tummy saying that you’re just not done. Your fingers weakly brush through Zoro’s hair as he slows to a few sweet, slow licks, placing a tender kiss over your sensitive bud.

He pulls back and looks up, completely drunk on you. His face is glistening with your evidence and he runs his tongue over his lips, making sure not to waste a drop of it. Zoro feels pleasantly warm, the weight of you completely enrapturing him. Every breath he takes is filled with the scent- the taste- of you. Just as it should be. He doesn’t wipe it away- he’s not going to. He wants to keep breathing it in, as close to you as possible, during what comes next.

Zoro easily pulls you from the wall and lays you gently on the floor. Your flushed body falls open for him, knees spread, hands up on either side of your head. He sits back on his knees, finally taking in the full sight of you. The heavenly curves of your soft form are so divine. So feminine. So perfectly complimenting to the hard, murderous weapon of his own body. His thumb smears over a trail of his own blood from where he held your body against his own. There was a prideful twitch in his low body to have bled for you. You were built to be his, shaped for his worship alone. And he was built to be worthy of it.

Zoro frowns as his gaze trails back up to your face and sees your eyes glistening with a touch of something that isn’t pleasure. He leans forward, one hand dropping beside your head to support himself- the other caressing your cheek. “Shhh, baby,” he sighs, “it’s okay. You know this is how it’s supposed to be.” He bends down to place his lips to yours and finds himself satisfied with the way you kiss him back. He knows your pain doesn’t come from him. It doesn’t come from wanting to reject him. The opposite, in fact. It comes from how badly you want to accept him, how badly you want to take him in- and be taken by him.

A heat not born of desire roils through his blood. His pretty woman- his perfect girl- should never. Never. Feel this way for wanting him. For wanting what is rightfully hers…

No, the pain comes from something- someone- else. From a man who thought he had a claim to you that outstripped his own. A man who interfered at every turn, who has done nothing but try and steal you from him- as if you hadn’t been Zoro’s from the day you met. But you- so sweet- so gentle. Your heart was just too soft to turn him away. But that was okay. That’s what you were made for- acceptance and compassion. Zoro was made for something else- cutting and severing. Separating you from that which would bind your heart from him. If he was going to be worthy of you, he couldn’t neglect that responsibility any longer.

Zoro kisses you once more before he speaks against your lips- though his words are not meant for you. “If you take a single step towards her, I’ll kill you.” Your breath shuttered, but his tone was even- resigned. Not a threat, but a warning. Possibly the only warning he’d be able to give Sanji- a warning he had to fight the influence of baser instinct to deliver.

Your eyes slide over to Sanji to find his have gone cold. That brilliant blue icy with calculations of how he’d be able to take Zoro without getting you caught in the crossfire. You didn’t know if he could do it- if he would- do it. But you were terrified you may be close to finding out. You swallowed thickly about to call out to him- to reassure him-

“Don’t.” Zoro says. A warning for you, too, as some rational part reminded him how devastated you would be if Zoro did kill Sanji. “Keep your eyes on me,” he orders, sitting back on his knees.

You look up at him, and the world falls away. Your eyes roam over the expertly honed muscles of his form- snagging on the cut to his side where you’d just barely stopped him from running himself through. Zoro catches your attention with his hands as he drops them lower down his body, unwrapping the swaths of his loose clothing. He moves deliberately slow, revealing more of himself to you- and your mouth waters. A small moan escapes as you catch more glimpses of his golden skin. The scars on his body were ornaments to his flesh, accentuating the divinely masculine wall of his physique.

Zoro drags the last bit of his clothes over the tall shape of his erection- sighing at the soft drag over his sensitive flesh- before he finally kneels before you in all his glory. His cock just as hard as the rest of him, proud and eager against the plane of his stomach. It glistens with his own need, precum dripping over his cockhead as you watch it, slicking him for you.

His hand drags up the underside of his cock, feeling his own weight. “Did you think I never noticed the way you watch me? This was what you wanted to see, right?” It’s not a question. Zoro was confident about the effect he’d always had on you. “Look, baby. It’s all for you.” Your tongue darts over your lips and his cock twitches in response. “It always has been.”

Your breath picks up and your hips squirm. Zoro rubs his hands over your inner thighs, higher with every pass. “I know you’ve wanted it for a long time,” he muses, watching the way your flesh so easily molds beneath his fingers. “Remember that night on the beach?” You suck in a breath, immediately knowing exactly what he’s talking about. Something you thought about nearly every day since it happened. His eyes slide up to yours and his grin grows darker with desire, “you got so wet for me.”

“I-“ your voice scrambled for an excuse that wouldn’t come.

“You thought I didn’t notice?” he chuckles darkly, “Baby. I always notice.” His hands spread your sex open and he watches as your cunt slicks for him again, pulsing eager for his cock. “I know you touch yourself thinking about me.” He presses his cock to you and drags it up through your slit. Your back arches, head tilting back with a moan at how good it feels. The weight of his cock is heavy against your clit as he continues rubbing them together. “I know you think about me-“ he pulls your hips into his lap- “when you let him fuck you.”

Tears tip from the corners of your eyes. From how desperately your body was crying to be filled. From how desperately you wanted him. For how guilty you felt knowing Sanji was watching- was listening- to everything. For how much you liked that he was. For how that guilt settled deliciously into your pleasure making everything feel so disastrously good.

“Please,” you begged, pleading for relief.

“Please, what?” Zoro asks with another drag of his cock. “Want me to stop?”

“No-“ you answer before you could even think about it.

Zoro’s laugh was vicious. He knew you didn’t want him to stop and he had no intention of doing so. He just wanted Sanji to know it too. He throws your legs over his shoulders. “Tell me,” he commands. “Tell me what you really need.” He lines the head of his cock up to your hot cunt, voice is low as he growls your own words back at you, “tell me exactly what you need.”

There was no part of you that could have stopped the words that came next, “I need you, Zoro. Fill me up- need you inside me,” you beg, confessing your wanton desires right there on the floor.

Zoro smiles, eyes wild as he leans forward, pushing his cock into you. Your pussy immediately squeezing to suck him in deeper. But continues agonizing you, inch by inch, as he drops towards you, folding your body back to take him deeper. “So full~” you whine, your pussy deliciously stretching to accommodate his size.

“Not yet, baby,” he gloats, “you want it all, right?” You groan as he dips, his chest covering yours as he settles himself atop you, keeping his weight on his arms, caging your head. Your eyes roll back as he bottoms out, his hips pressing into yours. “Look at me.” Your eyes flutter open, expression dazed as you're speared with the deep pleasure of his cock. He rolls his hips and you gasp, struggling to keep your eyes on him. “Feel that?”

You nod, “I feel it,” your hands reach to touch any part of him you can, “I feel you.” Your body trembles with the pressure of his cock, “soo full~”

“Attagirl,” he rolls his hips again and groans, “so tight baby. Squeezing me so good.” His tongue traces your jaw, his voice a low rasping, “does it feel as good as you imagined?”

“Better,” you breathe, unaware of your confession.

Zoro grins, finding his rhythm. “That’s my girl.” He adjusts the tilt of his hips so his body can grind against your clit.

“Zoro~” you moan.

He kisses you, swallowing the taste of his own name. You moan into his mouth, the sweet savor of you still lingering there. He pulls back, lips suckling along your neck as he speaks low into your pulse. “Good girl. Say my name when you feel good.” His hips press harder, and you squirm beneath him, adding to the rub of your clit, but it’s just not enough.

“Zoro…” you urge.

“Hmm?” You squirm your hips, signaling what you want. “Use your words, baby,” he says sucking along your pulse.

“Need you to… need you to touch - ah~” your words fall apart as his lips find the most sensitive spot at the base of your neck.

“Need me to touch you?” You nod and he slides a hand between your pressed bodies, barely willing to part from you enough to accommodate the size of his hand. His fingers spread the hood of your clit. “Need me to touch you here?”

“Yes, yes- please.”

Zoro slides a single finger over your clit, rubbing with a precision you’d think would take a collection of breathless nights- that you never shared- to know. You sigh deeply, letting the pleasure wash over you before it’s kindled into complete unbridled need. Your cunt squeezes, urging both of you towards the release you so desperately crave.

Zoro’s breath shudders when he feels the tight grip around his cock and he can’t help himself- he accelerates his hips, pumping his needy body into yours. His mind goes black and drool falls from his tongue still dancing across your neck. It’s primal the way he thrusts, the way he devours, chasing the desperate demand to empty his balls into his mate’s perfect body.

“Gonna empty my cock inside you,” he vows, “gonna fill your perfect body with my hot seed. All of it, baby- just for you.”

You moan, your pussy squeezing, wanting to give him exactly what he needs. His finger works a little faster at your clit and you arch your back, nails dragging into his skin. In this position, there’s no where to go, nothing to do but lay there and take what he gives you. “Fuuck,” he groans, “yes, baby. Leave your mark on me. Claim my body.” He fucks into you like an animal in heat, humping and pumping his hips. He drives you into the floor- harder and faster, wanting the sweet sting of your nails to dig into him deeper. Wanting to fuck you so hard you had no choice but to split his skin for any ounce of purchase.

“Zoro- I’m-I’m gonna…”

He groans, pressing his face hard to the crook of your neck. “Do it. Fucking cum on me. Need to feel it. Squeeze my cock, milk my cum into your tight little body.” His words are sharp against your throat, teeth nipping at your skin, “My fucking bitch.”

His words drag you violently over the edge and as you tilt your head back to cry out his name, his teeth press into your throat. The sting of it sets your body on fire, convulsing with the intense pleasure of your orgasm. Your cunt clamps around Zoro so hard he fights to stay buried inside you, his groan thunders through his mouth and into your bruising skin. His hand not still attached to your clit, slams against the wooden floor, fingers splintering the wood, desperate for purchase of his own as he cums.

His cock thrashes inside you. His cum spurts thick and hot and endless. He shutters around you, thrusting his hips to make sure to give you every last fucking drop. You feel the pressure build within as he doesn’t let a drop of it escape. His finger at your clit moves to rub over the swell of your mound, as his teeth release their hold on you. His voice is low and unquestionable as he growls, “mine.” His lips press gently into his mark and his arms slide underneath of you to hold your against him. “Mine,” he says again, a bit softer this time. He nuzzles into your neck, gently setting your legs down, but unwilling to separate from you yet. He curls you into his massive body, wrapping you into a protective embrace.

The heat cools and the fever recedes leaving nothing but a heavy, satisfied exhaustion in its wake. You count only a few beats of his heart before you’re pulled down into the dreamless dark and Zoro dives in after you.

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The shack is moonless in the descension of night. There’s no light save for the glowing embers of Sanji’s cigarette. He leans against the wall, looking down where the two of you were still tangled together on the floor.

He takes another deep drag, blowing smoke into the darkness- the tobacco interlacing with the lingering scent of sex.

“Fuck.”

[daisydovley]

Tempest - Vinsmoke Sanji (Ft. Zoro)

Sex Pollen⚘ NSFW ♡ 18+ ♡ SMUT

One Piece Masterlist

SoftDom!Sanji / Infected!Reader / Jealous!Zoro Pairings: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader (ft. Zoro) [ No use of y/n] Summary: Something is very wrong with you. Your fever is rising and your body has one singular focus. Trapped together, your two crewmates grapple with how to help you. And the consequences of doing so. CW: Sex Pollen (but they have no idea), DubCon, Masturbation (Fem), Dirty Talk, Creampie, Angst, Zoro is forced to watch and Sanji gets a little mean about it, so DDDNE Word Count: 2.4k

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“Something is wrong,” you whine, arms wrapped around your shivering body.

Sanji is on his knees before you, concern etched in his features. He places a hand to your forehead, “you’re burning up, we need to get you help.”

You lean forward, nails digging into the wooden floor of the shack, “so hot…”

“We can’t be in this jungle after dark,” Zoro says.

“Can we make it? If we carry her?” Sanji asks.

Zoro looks at him and then over at you, eyes assessing your current state. His uncomfortable shift tells Sanji that he doesn’t think so. “I don’t think she can move the way we’d need to in order to make it back. Even if we carried her.”

Sanji rubs his hand soothingly over your back, “ma chérie…”

“It’s so hot, Sanji. So hot…” your shaky hands pull at your shirt, trying to peel it away. “Help…”

Sanji hesitates only for a moment before he gently grabs the hem of your shirt and slides it over your head. He tears a scrap from his own and soaks it with some water from his canteen. Your eyes flutter closed as he rubs the cool rag over your skin. Down your arms and across your shoulders.

You moan as he softly passes it over your neck, droplets sliding down your chest. You grab his hand and drag it down over the curve of your breasts that spill over the top of your bra. You feel him stutter and his hand slacken as you continue to rub it over your chest, your nipples beginning to peak through the fabric. “Feels good…”

“Cook,” Zoro’s voice warns, “stop.”

Your grip tightens around Sanji’s hand, “no, don’t stop. Please,” you beg and it takes all his strength to pry himself away from you, face beginning to flush.

“What’s wrong with her?” Zoro asks.

“I don’t know,” Sanji responds, soaking more cool water into the rag. He holds it out to you and you reach forward, but instead you latch your fingers around his hand again and pull it towards your body.

You rub his hand across your stomach, the cool water dragging across your skin. “It’s hot,” you whine.

“Does this help?” Sanji asks with genuine concern.

You nod, “yes, helps so much,” you slowly drag his hand lower down your body. “It’s hot down here, Sanji. So, so, hot,” His body tenses as you drag his hand over the waistband of your shorts. “Help me more…”

“The fuck? Stop it,” Zoro snaps.

You look up at the swordsman, not letting go of Sanji’s hand, “please Zoro. Need him to help me.” Zoro looks at you, mouth open, brow furrowed in shock and confusion as he tries to process what you’re asking.

“Help you how, ma chérie? What do you need?” Your gaze find Sanji’s and he realizes he can’t see the beautiful hues of your eyes anymore.

You suddenly drag his hand lower, and push it between your legs. Sanji jerks away and you whimper, “need you…”

“You’re sick, Princess,” he insists.

You crawl towards him, “you’ll make me feel better, won’t you? Please, please…”

Zoro barks your name and your eyes snaps up to him with a moan. “You need to stop,” he adds more gently.

Tears prick at the corner of your eyes and you blink, “I can’t…” in a brief flash of clarity, you scramble back on your knees, placing some distance between you and them. “I’m sorry… I can’t…” your knees slide open a bit wider and both men notice the wet spot at your crotch of your shorts. “I can’t stop…” Your hand slides over your clothed cunt, pushing the rough fabric against your body, feeling the way it slips easily through your folds.

“What do we do?” Sanji’s voice is strained.

“We do nothing,” Zoro says through clenched teeth and Sanji whips his head towards him.

“Nothing? Look at her!”

Zoro does. He hasn’t stopped looking at you since you collapsed. When it came to protecting you, he considered himself the best. There was no enemy- no monster, that he couldn’t cut down. But this? This was a different beast entirely. One he had no idea how to slay.

“Please don’t leave me like this. You won’t, right? You wouldn’t do that to me, Sanji…” There are real tears in your eyes as your fingers slip up the leg of your shorts. “It’s so hot… I need to…” your hand goes higher. The groan that rips from you and the buck of your hips tells the men exactly what your fingers found. “You like me, right? Always so sweet to me…” your hand dances under your shorts as you play with yourself in front of them. Sanji’s mouth was open in absolute shock. He turns his head away from the sight before him. “Keep watching,” you whine, “keep watching, know you wanna…” Sanji balls his fists, face reddening. Your eyes flit up to Zoro, “you’ll let him right…?”

Zoro rakes his eyes over your quivering body. Both he and Sanji were out of their depth here. The idea of allowing you to do what you’re asking for seems wrong under the circumstances. But then again, he had no idea what you actually needed- and neither did Sanji, for that matter. You couldn’t go anywhere until morning and the thought of you suffering- or worse- through the night tore through him. So maybe allowing you to tell them what you needed was all they could really do. Even if it went against rationality.

Zoro’s thoughts are ground to a halt at the sound of your zipper coming undone. He watches, helpless to turn away, as you roll your shorts off your body, dragging your underwear with them. You spread your legs in front of the men and the scent of your sex wraps around him in a way he’d feel too guilty to confess.

Sanji groans when he catches a glimpse of you. He tips forward, pressing his knuckles into the floor, trying to keep his eyes on the scratched wood. But he could smell you. So close. So delicious. The sticky wet ministrations of your fingers let him know exactly what he’d see if he looked up.

He tried not to look up. Sanji wasn’t perfect and if he were being honest, he’d done plenty of questionable things to you he couldn’t admit. But he wanted to be a gentleman. He wanted to be the Prince he claimed himself to be- at least for you. And what would he be now if he did what his body was telling him to do? If he crawled across the floor and dropped to his stomach to bury his face into your soaking cunt?

You whimper, “you like me, don’t you?” you voice quivers, “don’t you want me?”

Sanji slams his fist into the floor, but doesn’t look up. “Of course I do, ma chérie. You know I do. I’ve always wanted you…”

“Come touch me, Sanji, please. Please, please, I can’t-“ your voice hitches, “I can’t do it myself. Need you…” Your name is a prayer and a plea falling from his lips. “I need my Prince. Please, I need him…”

“Sanji.” Sanji’s body tenses at the sound of his name from Zoro. His name. Not a nickname. Not a quip. And Sanji knows Zoro is deathly serious when he tells him, “do what she says.”

The last thread of his restraint snaps, as if Zoro’s word had been the only thing really holding him back. He quickly closes the distance between you. “I’m here, Princess. I’m here,” he tells you, hand replacing your own as he rubs his fingers over you. You close your eyes, leaning your face into the crook of his neck. Something inside you eases as your body finally recognizes a touch that’s not your own.

Your hips undulate against Sanji’s fingers as you nuzzle into his neck. Your eyes flutter open to see Zoro standing cross armed against the opposite wall. You lock eyes with him, “thank you, thank you, thank you…”

“Shhh, I got you Princess,” Sanji responds. “Tell me what you need.”

You turn your face into him, inhaling his scent and licking up to his ear, “need you, Prince. Need you…” your hands drag down the front of his shirt to settle on the cool buckle of his pants. “Need to be filled…”

Sanji flips you around, hand snapping the clasp of your bra before sliding to the back of your head to cushion you as he lays you upon the floor. He pulls your last bit of clothing off, revealing your naked form to his eyes. He rubs his hands over your swollen breasts, fingers delicately rolling your nipples, and you arch your back into his touch.

Sanji sits back, hands popping the buttons of his shirt. Your mouth waters as he reveals more of himself to you and his cock responds proudly seeing your pussy twitch as you look at him. He rubs his hands over your soaking thighs, gathering your slick in his palms before smearing it down the chiseled curves of his toned stomach. His hands roam lower and start undoing his buckle. “Need to be filled, Princess?” You nod. “Need me to make love to you right here on the floor?” his buckle clicks as it parts the way for him. He pops the button of his pants and slowly pulls the zipper down. “Need me to make love to you in front of Zoro?” Sanji smirks up at the swordsman as your pussy squeezes at his words, knowing he hasn’t taken his eyes off your body this whole time.

Your lidded eyes flit up to Zoro, teary and glistening. “Need him to do it… Need him…”

Zoro runs his tongue across his teeth and curls his lips, shifting his weight. Sanji settles his ready, naked body between your thighs, his cock dripping his own arousal. “You need me, Princess. You need my cock.” He looks at you while he says it, but you’re not who he’s talking to.

You look up at Sanji, so beautiful- strong body willing and ready to take you. “Yes, need you. My Prince. Need you inside me…”

Sanji rubs the head of his cock through your slick folds and you arch your back, tears spilling hot down your cheeks. “Tell me, sweetheart. Who did you ask for when you needed to be touched? Whose hands did you want on your body? Who are you begging for right now?”

“You. It’s you, Sanji. Need you to touch me. Need your hands all over me. Need you to take me, please, please, please-“ Sanji’s cock jerks at the way you plead for him. “I’ll do anything, just need you to claim me. Make love to me, Sanji. Right here- do it- do it now-“

Sanji sinks into you, throwing his head back with a groan that vibrates through your core, “ho mon dieu…” He looks down at where his cock has plunged into you, feeling the way you’re squirming on him. He’s buried to the hilt, your body so wet- so needy- taking him in one quick thrust.

He grabs your hips and hooks his arms under your knees, wasting no more time as he starts rocking into you. His teeth clench, growls ripping through his throat at how fucking good you feel. How primal the pleasure of pumping into you is. Like he was made to do it. Like- “you were made to take my fucking cock.”

You moan, fingers going to rub at yourself, but Sanji bats your hands away and places his fingers atop your clit. “This what you need? You just let me take care of that, Princess. After all, you begged me so good for it. Gonna give you exactly what you asked for.” His fingers rolls your clit as he pumps his cock into you. Your pussy squeezes him deliciously with every thrust. “Fuck, squeezing me so tight,” he thrusts faster, “sucking me in so deep. You really did need me, huh.”

“Yes, Sanji- need you. Need you bad…”

“Shhh, I’m here, mon amour.”

“So good. So good to me. So good,” you whine, “so sweet.” Your dazed eyes look up at Zoro, “He’s so sweet to me, always so nice. Takes such good care of me…”

Zoro can taste his own blood as he bites into his cheek, “I know.”

“Had to be him. Had to-“ a moan breaks through your voice as Sanji presses harder into your clit, “had to…” Zoro’s chest twists sickeningly and when Sanji’s dark eyes smirk up at him his fingers twitch towards his swords. “Had to protect you…” He blinks. Protect him? From what? The warm kindling of your desire? The soft plush of your body?

You tilt your head back, eyes closed as Sanji steals you back into your pleasure. Your words are slurred as you mutter, “its okay…takes such good care of me…”

Sanji angles your hips upwards to let his cock hit deeper into you, his fingers rubbing circles into your clit. “I’ll always take care of you, Princess. Tu peux me faire l'amour quand tu veux. As much as you need.” His fingers move faster, increasing the pressure as his hips pick up speed. You wrap your legs tight around his body and push your hips up to meet his thrusts. “Your Prince is going to make you cum.”

“Yes, yes, yes- gonna cum~” Sanji’s fingers vibrate with his speed as they press deeper into you, his cock twitching inside your cunt.

“Say my name when you cum, Princess,” he leans forward, cock pumping into your weeping pussy. “Say it,” he snarls.

His viscous tone rakes up your spine and pushes you over the edge. “Sanji! Ah, fuck, Sanji- fuck, I’m cumming.” Your back arches off the floor as your pussy clamps around him so violently it forces him to cum with you.

He groans deeply, “Oh, fuuuck,” his head tilts back, completely lost in the rapture you’ve brought him. “Fuck, I’m filling you up. Fuck- I’m cumming inside you.” There was a rise to his voice like he almost couldn’t believe it was actually happening.

Your body twitches as you ride your orgasm, Sanji slows his thrust as you both come down. He lays your legs down gently and crawls over you until he’s looking into your face. Your eyes are closed, breaths evening out. “Princess…”

Your lashes flutter as you look up at him, the color of your eyes returning as your gaze sobers. “Thank you,” you mumble, words thick and heavy. “Thank you…” Your eyes fall closed once more, fever beginning to recede, as you slip into a deep sleep.

Leaving two men behind in the heavy silence of the tempest you’ve just wrought upon them both.

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Translations: “ho mon dieu…” = Oh my god... "Tu peux me faire l'amour quand tu veux." = You can make love to me whenever you want.

[traflawgarr]

SMUT 18+ | Anatomy Lesson with Dr. Law

lesson one (here) | lesson two

pairing- law x f!reader

cw: college au, slight edging and overstimulation, fingering, no pıv sẹx (yet), praise

The incandescent lights was comforting as the stress of anatomy was getting to you, specifically the muscles. You and Law were sitting in your shared apartment's living room, notes scattered, laptop open on slides that Law made for you.

"Let's start up at the head, okay?" He looked at you, determined and focused. He pointed to the forehead of the model on screen. "Could you tell me what this muscle is?"

"Aponeurosis. It's a sheet of collagen fiber that anchors muscle to bone or other muscles." You answered proudly and Law smiled.

"Good job" He kissed your forehead. "Next, what about these muscles?" Law pointed to the eyebrows

"Hmm...that's your orbicularis oris?" "Close. It's oculi. Easy to confused, but don't stress." You labeled the diagram on your notebook, Law watching with pride.

"And what are its origin, insertion, and the action?" He studied your face for a moment, watching you flip through notes, seeing how your brain was working.

"Origin is the frontal bone, insertion is your eyelids, and the action is for blinking." You turned your head to him for confirmation and he smiled. "Correct."

He taught you through the facial muscles, correcting any mistake you made. Once you were able to recite the muscles with ease, he moved on. "Let's move onto your thoracic region. We can throw in the upper extremities while we're at it." You froze for a moment, watching him remove his jacket, revealing his bare arms. His upper body was clad in nothing but a white tank top, his tattoos peaking through.

Law watched you oggle, make him smirk. "Focus. You'll have time for these muscles once you get those down." He brought a finger to your chin, closing your mouth that you didn't even know opened.

Law took the mouse and hovered it over a muscle on the neck, "Can you tell me this muscle, and all of its features?" Your mouth was dry. It was hard to focus.

"That's the uh...sternocleidomastoid. Its origin is the sternum and clavicle, inserts at the mastoid...I don't know the action." Suddenly, the room grew warm. You shrugged off your jacket and Law turned to you. He watched as a thin sheet of sweat was precipitating on your chest and he had to hold back.

"The sternocleidomastoid..." Law began. He took your chin into his thumb, middle, and forefinger, "...Is responsible for moving your your head laterally," He moves your head left and right "and for nodding." Law moves your head accordingly. "Make sense?" You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat.

"Perfect. You can feel the muscle right here." Law's two fingers traced your neck where the muscle was, making you squeeze your thighs together. He noticed the effect he had on you and decided to take advantage of it.

"Here. I'll just show you the muscle and you'll tell me the actions of the muscle. I know you're smart." He kissed your temple.

"But first, where did I kiss you and what are the features?" You let out a soft sigh before answering. "The temporalis, origin is the temporal fossa, inserts at the mandible. Helps chew" His hands were gentle massaging you up and down, making you shiver. "That's right." Law's voice was sultry, making you grow all the more aroused. You always loved when Law spoke in such a tone, making you weak.

"Is my girl feeling needy right now?" You nodded and he tsked. "Words, baby. I know you're smart." He spoke with a hint of condescension. "Ye-yeah. I am, Law." You whispered as he pulled you onto his lap.

"Good girl. Now where was I..." He hummed, scrolling on your laptop before landing on the thoracic region. "You have your pectoralis major. You should be familiar with it since you love to lay on mine." He teased. You can feel the firmness of his chest, making you blush. "What can you tell me about it?" He looked down at your face which was heating up. His hand massaged your abdomen slowly, up and down.

Law's hand was hot, making it difficult to focus. "We-well, it adducts, flexes and extends the humerous joint..." You recalled without letting out any needy sounds, though your thighs pressed together already spoke louder than anything.

"Right. In females, the pectoralis muscle..." Law's hand moved up to cup your breasts under your shirt, making you gasp. "...is under the breasts. These don't have muscle, but are rather made of fat and glandular tissue." His hand was gentle massaging your underboob, making you squirm.

"Focus. I'll give you what you want, m'kay?" Law spoke softly into your ear, biting the tip.

He continued explain the muscles, going down to your stomach. One hand traced down to your belly, the other stayed on your breast, your tank top sleeve slipping off. "The muscle here? It's your rectus abdominis. Can you tell me what is its action?" Law asked casually like you weren't losing your mind.

"It...it flexes the lumbar spine and-shit!" You lurched forward when he put a little pressure on your lower belly.

"Good...if we go down further..." Law's hand dips into your pajamas and your hip twitches. He lifts you up slightly to pull down your pajamas. "We find the ischiocavernosus..." his fingers spread open your lips, exposing your twitching clit. "Law, I'm so close." The hand on your tit and the other tweaking with your clit was too much. Your hips were lifted to chase the friction.

Law moved his fingers away from your clit and lightly spanked your thigh. "Shh, relax. You'll get what you want like I said. Now, tell me the purpose of this muscles."

You whined in frustration. "It's..It's to maintain erection of the clitoris in females and penis in males" You jerked forward when his finger was on your clit again. "Good job. You even mentioned the male anatomy." He smiled over your shoulder, watching his hand move further down to your entrance.

"One more muscle...what is this and what does it do?" Law's fingertip dipped into your entrance, teasing you. You let out a pathetic whimper, arching into his touch. Your hand gripped his forearm. "It's...fuck, Law. I need it, please!" You whined. "Just answer this last question, baby. You can do it." Law smiled against your shoulder.

"It's the bulbo－s-spongiosus. It..aids in..e-ejaculation and erection, around the op-opening of the vaginal hole and bulb of the pe-penis!" You let out a cry the minute he plunged his fingers into your pussy. The noise was nasty and filled the air.

"Good girl, so wet from just an anatomy lesson. My dirty girl." Law moved his wrist deliciously in the way he knows you like. You arched your back, moaning without a care in the world.

"Ah, fuck Law! Rightーngh, there!" He tilted your chin and kissed you messily, drinking in your moans. Feelings your walls tighten around his tattooed fingers, he made his pace heavier, curling up to stimulate that spongey spot making you see stars.

"You deserve it, so cum" He smiled into the crook of your neck, watching you cry out in ecstasy. His hand didn't slow, making you whine. Law didn't let up, even as he fingered you into overstimulation, watching you writhe in pleasure.

"Too...Too much! Law, 'm sensiti－oh fuck!" You came again, squeezing his fingers. Law slowed his pace, helping you ride out your orgasm. He removed his hand, massaging your hips softly.

Law brought the fingers to his mouth, "So sweet." He moved them to your mouth, to which you silently obeyed. He kissed your temple and whispered sweet praises.

"You're so good and smart for me. Let's rest." He lifted you bridal style, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He grabbed a warm cloth and cleaned between your legs and you let out a soft whimper.

Law chuckled, putting the rag in the bathroom and joining you in bed. You curled up to your side and you traced his muscles.

"Perhaps you need a lesson in the reproductive system. But for now, you need rest." Law whispered into your ear, making you shiver in anticipation.

"I can't wait, Dr. Law" You chuckled and he smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Good night, my sweet girl."

── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──

everybody thank @mlemiie for fueling my creativity😹✌️

also can u guys tell im taking anatomy and physiology?😓 i wish law would talk me through it and maybe i'd pass

[seokminfilm]

patching up my lover, lsm

𓍯 pairing, lee seokmin x fem!reader 𓍯 tropes, fluff, implied friends to lovers, xcalibur au, sickfic (??) 𓍯 warnings, angst (if you squint), mentions of war/blood/death, unresolved romantic tension, reader is patching seokmin up (hence the sickfic trope), reader sheds a few tears, skinship, cute banter!!!!, seokmin our unbothered king (quite literally lol) 𓍯 file from saint, missing the obsession known as 'lee seokmin as arthur in xcalibur' so here's me coping with that! u could also call this me returning to my roots ✨ ummm dedicating this to @realmofclouds because no one understands the xcalibur arthur movement like me and her do <3 𓍯 now playing, the forest grand : trevor kowalski 𓍯 word count & networks, 918 : @k-records

the lump that catches in your throat when you enter seokmin's chambers the day after the war makes it almost impossible to breathe.

he lays outstretched on the bed: he's silent, unmoving as his face rests without expression. his battered armor was peeled away hours ago, leaving him in hastily wrapped bandages. blood stains the white cloth, and your stomach twists in worry as you study his pale skin. his slender fingers are stained with blood, and you look away from his hands to his face.

it's so odd to see him this neutral-faced. seokmin was always the one to wear his heart on both his sleeve and his face, and every expression he made was visible to all. now, he seems to be stuck in a perpetual state of pain—eyebrows slightly furrowed, lips pursed in a soft grimace.

when the warm water hits his bloodied side, his eyes open slowly, and before you know it, he's staring up at you. bleary-eyed and all, seokmin has the gall to shakily smile as he heaves a wet sigh.

"so you didn't forget about greeting me when i returned?" the question sounds sweet, but the sight of him makes tears spring to your eyes.

"now's not the time for jokes, seokmin. you look terrible." you sigh aloud, and seokmin chuckles, the sound low and restrained as he grins. "thanks for your honesty."

you can't reply to his jeering, unable to tear your eyes away from the dark red splotch covering the day-old bandages. he follows your gaze to his side, and his eyes widen slightly as he groans softly. "i wish i could have asked the man what he used to sharpen his sword with. it sliced through me easier than i thought it would."

the words make your stomach churn with nausea, but you bite it back, gently cleaning the blood from his toned chest as you sigh. "you never knew how to read the room when you were young. i suppose that hasn't changed."

a flash of sweet nostalgia twinkles in seokmin's eyes, and for a second, you're not looking at the king of camelot or the wielder of excalibur, but just seokmin. the seokmin who you know as your best friend who was chosen to become king of all.

"i hate seeing you cry," seokmin whispers softly, a shaky hand coming to your face. he wipes the tears away with practiced softness, and you don't care about the blood you know he's leaving on your cheek when you lean into his touch. "don't cry. it makes me want to cry, and i can't do that. i'm the king, you know."

the absurdity of his words makes you break a little, a hint of a smile dawning on your face as you wet the rag once again. the water is murky with what must be blood and dirt, but you ignore it, returning the rag to his face.

seokmin's face is different, you can tell it—his cheekbones are higher and his jaw sharper, freckles kissing his cheeks in a way you have memorized. his curly hair is wet with sweat, but you don't mind, pushing it away with your deft fingers as you dab at his face.

seokmin winces, lips drawing up in a pained smile as he lets out a small moan. "that hurts."

"i'm sorry," you say softly, studying the small cut on his forehead. it's stopped bleeding, thankfully, but he still looks pained when you clean around it once more.

you try to clean him up as much as you can before the water starts losing its warmth. when you come to a stopping point, putting the bloodied rag far away from both seokmin's body and your hands, you study him quietly.

he's just moments away from letting sleep claim him now—he stares tiredly at the ceiling, smile still on his soft lips as he slowly trails his eyes to you.

"thank you," seokmin says softly, smile growing a tiny bit wider as he exhales. "i don't know what i'd do without you."

"die, most likely," you joke, eyes filling with tears again despite the teasing nature of your conversation. your mind wanders to a distant idea about what seokmin's death would be like—what the paleness of his skin would look like, seeing the life go from his eyes—and just thinking about it makes the tears spill over.

seokmin watches you in every moment of it, quick to hush your tears once more and wipe them away. you taste the saltiness on your lips, but say nothing as seokmin cups your cheek, caressing your skin with the pad of his thumb.

"do not cry. i told you how it makes me feel, and i mean it." seokmin says with all the sternness he can muscle up, and you nod, doing your best to stop the streams from pouring from your eyes.

"i'm alright now. i'm here, and i'm not going anywhere. i can't, anyways. it hurts to walk." that allows a laugh to spill from your lips, and seokmin grins, letting his eyes close as he drops his hand from your face.

"go," he commands, and you stand up, not leaving before grabbing his hand and squeezing it tight.

"i'm proud of you, seokmin."

the words are the last thing he hears before he drifts off into sleep, and you can't help the smile that spreads across your face as you watch his lips kick up into a satisfied smirk.

[moondustmemories]

Omg a flooded apartment?! Dumb question but are you okay? I hope you were able to save a good amount of important things to you!

not a dumb question at all!! im all good, the the most damage was my dresser and two shelves i had on the floor. ive been staying at a friend's for a week while my brother and i move everything into our new unit!!

believe it or not the cause was a fire sprinkler bursting when there was no fire😐

[ferrariseventeen]

yo bartender pour me up a shot of pegging hoshi till he’s a drooling crying pathetic mess….and keep the tab open

[tiredextras]

@milk-moonbunnies this reminded me of you 🫶

[milk-moonbunnies]

@tiredextras 😲😂😭

[milk-moonbunnies]

Playing House [Seokmin x reader]

synopsis: Going raw for the first time? DK doesn't stand a chance.

requested: AMANI IM BEGGING for breeding kink with any member of seventeen.

warnings: mdni, 18+, pwp, dubcon, unprotected, dirty talk, mating press, dk is down bad, so are you, dk big, dk strong, pussdrunk, multiple orgasm, threats/promises of impreg, breeding kink unlocked, dk crashes out, he talks you through it? yeah?, little descriptions of the idea of the reader being preg, etc.

wc: 1.2k+

[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]

Lee Seokmin doesn't know he has a breeding kink until he pushes his cock inside you, raw, for the first time.

He visibly shudders, squeezing his eyes shut as he fails to take a full breath after. You're so warm, so wet, and taking all of him so deep inside that his mouth actually waters. And when he blinks his eyes open, it only gets worse for him. Harder, maybe would be the better word. His cock twitches, rubbing against your gummy walls, and your mouth parts in awe as he looks down at you.

You're so pretty underneath him.

You're lying on your back, staring up at him with glossy lips and starry eyes, and fuck, your walls are gripping him so tightly he doesn't want to leave.

But then you start squirming, giving him the signal to start moving, and he does. He would do anything for you - and you gasp just as much as you did when he bullied his way inside as you do when he pushes his hips back. He slides back until the tip of his thick cock remains inside your drooling cunt before he surges forward. The bed creaks, your pretty tits bounce, and the mushroom-shaped head of his cock kisses your cervix in greeting, making both of you groan in unison.

It's like a flip is switched for Dokyeom. His vision whitens, his cock twitches, splurting a few gooey wads of precum along your cervix, and he can only think about cumming inside. Filling you to the brim with his seed until you're round and it sticks. The image of you, a mess, dripping with him, makes a deep groan slip from the back of his throat, and he's hitching your leg higher onto his hip to press even deeper into your weeping cunt.

The pretty noises you make rise in pitch when he does, and Seokmin's lips curve up into a lovesick grin. "So pretty, you're so pretty." His thrusts grow in strength, just like his grip on your hips does. He jostles you, pulling you back every time his hips push you up on the bed, and his tongue licks his lips with a newfound hunger for more.

Sweat begins to line his forehead, the muscles in his back straining as he gives, and gives, and gives. You're making it harder for him to leave your pretty pussy, soaking him with your sweet slick as you chant his name like a prayer. Your nails claw into the bedsheet underneath you, trying to grip onto anything, something, until they dig into his back as he brings you closer to the edge.

Your stomach flexes, your thighs twitching with a pleasurable hum, and Dokyeom can't look away from where he's connected to you. Your sweet pussy is slobbering all over his cock, coating it in a shiny sheen that makes each thrust slippier, and effectively makes DK more pussydrunk after each snap of his hips. "You're makin' it harder for me to leave, Baby." He confesses with a gasp, his pupils blown, and his jaw clenching as you whimper back in response.

The familiar heat swirls low in your abdomen, the telltale sign that you're going to cum, and it's got Dokyeom sliding his hands down from your hips and under your thighs, pushing your plush legs up until your knees bend. This position makes your mouth drop, your tongue lewdly sticking out as the mating press keeps you trapped under his strong arms. The position is squeezing the air from your lungs as he carves a deeper path inside you, his cock dragging over all the sweet spots inside your sopping cunt like you were truly made just for him.

And maybe you are. Because the idea of you just like this, dumb on his cock, can only get better if he gets you pregnant. The way your body would change, your tummy soft and round, and your pretty tits full as he makes you feel so good - the idea of you glowing and carrying his child - fuck, his eyes roll and you're falling apart underneath him with a wail.

Your pussy pulses around his shaft, trying to milk him, and it's the cause of the final thread of his sanity snapping. His teeth grit, his fingers dig into the fat of your thighs as he fucks you through your orgasm, his hips pounding you into the mattress with one goal in mind. "Fuck, you're so perfect - I'm gonna cum inside your pretty pussy, okay? Need you to take - fuck - need you to take it all, okay?"

His eyes swirl, and the filthy squelches of your pussy taking his cock to the hilt resonate louder in the room as his words begin to slur.

"So good for me, you're gonna be so good for me." He huffs, and your pussy flutters at the praise, your orgasm subsiding only to be brought back up as he blabbers, drunk off the idea that he's going to breed you. "M'gonna cum and stuff you full of my seed, Baby. And then I'm gonna do it again, and again - you'll let me, right? Let me breed your sweet pussy until it takes." Your pussy squeezes him tighter, and a baffled, delirious laugh bubbles from his lips, his smile growing more lovesick as he slips a hand down your stomach and to where you two were connected between your thighs.

Your orgasm had made it wet and sticky, your sweet slick dripping down to his balls as he fucked you with determination. He finds your puffy clit with ease and begins thumbing your little nub to get you over the edge again. His thrusts were growing erratic, and he wanted you to cum one more time before he did.

"That's it, Baby. Need you to cum one more time for me, okay? M'gonna have you nice n' wet for when I cum inside."

And just like he wants, you cum, crying out so beautifully as your eyes roll back because of him. He coos happily, rubbing sloppy hearts into your clit and giving you praise until it is his turn to shiver in ecstasy.

When he cums, he cums a lot. Rope after rope of his gooey seed spills from his thick tip, and your pussy flutters in waves as he paints your gummy walls white with a low groan from his chest. His head drops as he feels his cock jerk, and his eyelashes flutter as he presses his hips flush against your ass, making sure not to waste a drop of his seed as he keeps you in a dirty mating press.

It feels like forever when he finally moves a couple of inches from your drooling cunt. Your puffy folds are swollen, gripping onto his cock even in the aftershocks, and Dokyeom can see his cum threatening to escape - so he pushes forward, earning another sweet moan from you. "Can't let it go to waste, Baby." He licks his lips and spreads your legs wider, giving you shallow thrusts as he fucks his cum back in deeper. "Think I need to fuck you again, gotta make sure it takes, mamas."

Any response you might have for him gets silenced when your glossy eyes blink up at him, only to see him still focusing on your pretty pussy stretched around his cock. It's then that you realize he's still hard, sliding in and out at a delicious slow rate that makes you feel everything. Every vein running down his shaft, every kiss his tip gives your soft cervix, and the slosh of his cum stirring inside you.

"Yeah, this pussy just needs to be bred, Baby. Tell me, do you want a boy or a girl?"

대박 - you made it to the end!

Tell me about it. (Silent Readers kill)

my bts mstrlst - svt mstrlst

[moondustmemories]

hey queen i just saw this bc ive been so busy dealing with a flooded apartment but oh my god you made my week😭😭 i will be coming back to this every time i need it🫦 my god youre so good

[aceofheartsssss]

Hey, so um I need to talk to someone about HOW EVERY FUCKING CHARACTER in live action ONE PIECE IS SO HOT?! HELLO??? I'm scared?

Bi panic. Genuinely N E E D help.

[kill3ill]

"aw." higuruma tuts, tilting his head and grabbing your cheeks in his big hand, squishing your face so it forms a ridiculous pout. "i can feel your heartbeat in your pussy. did you know that?"

"hngh... n-no."

higuruma thrusts forwards slowly, watching the way your hole stretches around him to accommodate more and more of his thick cock the deeper he goes. he finally bottoms out with a soft, wet shlick! sound when his tip presses snugly to your womb. "yes i can." he says softly, staring into your eyes as you scrunch your face and flutter them shut, the sensation of being so full overwhelming you.

you'd only meant to close your eyes for a bit to gather your thoughts. it’s easy to get cockdrunk while higuruma fucks you, and trying to calm down even when he’s fucking you is needed so you don’t get dumb and drooly. however, he gets upset very quickly when part of your pretty expression becomes hidden from him. after all, the best way for him to read you is through those sparkly eyes of yours.

"open your eyes." he says, voice soft but firm. he doesn't pull out or give you any relief from his cock filling you up to your limits and pushing up against every inch inside you, instead leaning over you further to somehow stuff more of himself in you. you'll suffer until you obey him.

"hic-! hiromi, 's too big, jus' give me a sec-" you plead, sending waves of frustration through him. he prides himself on his ability to adapt for you, but you're being a brat at this point, intentionally disobeying him and hiding away. it's the one and only pet peeve he harbors towards you, not looking at him while he pounds your drooly cunt, and yet you manage to continuously do so.

rolling his hips sharply, he grinds his cockhead into your cervix and gives your face another gentle squeeze before trailing his hand down to your throat instead. “open your eyes, my love.” the use of the endearment even while he’s being stern with you has a whimper leaving you involuntarily.

he’s so deep inside you that his heavy balls are squished flush to the curve of your ass, nothing but neat pubic hair visible because all of his cock is sheathed inside you and unmoving. he won’t allow you relief until your eyes open.

you want to plead for a moment of mercy, but you know higuruma won’t accept any defiance from you any longer. you open your eyes, meeting his intense gaze. he stares at you with an expression that's soft but unwavering, his hand still lightly wrapped around your throat with his thumb pressing into your pulse point.

"thats it. keep them open for me," he murmurs, starting to pick up the pace again as he thrusts shallowly into your cunt, "i want to see all of you."

your body heats up at the admission and the feeling of being stretched open, and your hips squirm slightly beneath him to try and adjust to his size and how much he's filled you up, but all your desperation and whininess does is spur him on. his grip on your throat tightens slightly as he grinds his hips forward, burying himself even deeper inside you.

his free hand trails along your body, grasping everywhere from your waist, up to your tits as he grabs a mound and kneads it gently in his palm. he moans softly at the way they bounce and move with each deep thrust he delivers into your plush cunt, and he leans down to capture the noises you make as he plays with your nipples. his mouth captures yours in an open mouthed kiss, his tongue rolling over yours in a messy kiss. his grip on your neck allows him to tip your head back so he can sink his tongue deeper into you and taste every part of your sweet mouth as he ruins you.

as you anticipated, the mind fuck hits you due to so many stimulants on your body at once. him pounding into you, holding your throat with one hand, squeezing your breast with the other, and his tongue fucking your mouth with wild abandon. you're close to cumming, and higuruma knows it. he pulls off your mouth with a wet pop, watching, transfixed, as a sheer string of saliva connects your mouths and breaks. he stares, transfixed, at the way your face has contorted in pleasure.

higuruma can feel your pussy starting to tighten, squeezing around him like a velvet vice. "there you go," he says, feeling you milk his cock each time he tries to pull out, squeezing him as if you're trying to keep him inside you. "close already? have i fucked my sweet girl dumb already?"

you nod, then cry out his name as your back arches off the bed, loud moans leaving you as you start to cum around his cock.

feeling your pussy gush around his shaft, higuruma groans loudly and watches your arousal flooding out to coat his length. he doesn't stop his movements, continuing to grind against your spasming walls as your orgasm rolls through you.

the sensation of your pussy clinging to his cock while you cum is almost too intense, but he focuses, determined to prolong your pleasure. he can hardly keep eye contact with you as your eyes roll and glaze over because the face you make as you orgasm usually brings him over the edge too. it's why he loves looking at you, but now it makes him unable to hold back.

as your climax starts to ebb, higuruma feels his own release building. The way your cunt sucks and squeezes his cock, the slick heat engulfing him, it's too much for him anymore. with a final, deep thrust of his hips, he buries himself inside you to the hilt, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he cums inside you.

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[bluebellhairpin]

Sanji Vinsmoke X Fem!Reader

Summary: Sanji takes his job as cook on the Going Merry very seriously, and seeing as he has yet to discover what you enjoy eating, he makes finding out his top priority. Lucky for Sanji, Luffy lends a hand. (a.k.a, reader has a complicated relationship with food, and Sanji finds a way to help fix it.) (wc. 2.8K)

Warnings: Food, food, more food (possibly a ED warning needed). They make out in the end :) Reader has she/her pronouns + fem bodied +tragic backstory.

Listening to: 'clementine' by Halsey - "Left my shoes in the street, so you'd carry me, through a breakdown. Through a breakdown or a blackout, would you make out with me on the floor of the mezzanine?"

Masterlist || AO3 link

To Sanji Vinsmoke you were an enigma, and it was driving him half mad trying to figure you out. Sanji had figured out everyone else in Luffy’s crew fairly quickly. In regards to food that is.

Luffy loves meat, Nami has her tangerines, etcetera and so forth. But you? He barely saw you finish a single plate of food, let alone go back for more - or forbid look like you were enjoying eating at all. Sanji’s whole life revolved around food, and he wasn’t going to have someone he decided to care for so deeply dislike it so much.

His stare pinned you to your seat at the kitchen table, fingers tapping the wood as he ran through the list in his head to find something new to try your tastes at.

“You’re really sure you don’t like tangerines? They’re in season at the moment.” Sanji watched your face form into a grimace, teeth bearing as you sucked air into your mouth.

“Not really. Sorry.” He waved his hand, shooing away your worry like swatting a fly. His thoughts wandered again before speaking after a few long moments of silence.

“Your not liking seafood feels like a crime.” he mumbled. As he looked at you he saw your eyes flicker to the side.

“I’ll eat it, I just can’t say it’s my favourite.” you said.

“You’re just saying that.” he smiled, “I saw your face screw up the first time Zoro had a poor attempt at making sashimi.”

“It wasn’t that bad!” You sat up, ready to defend yourself from Sanji’s interrogation. “I’m just not used to eating raw fish!”

“He can’t make it like I do.” he said softly. You looked into his eyes and he had to hold himself back from sighing dreamily.

Sanji, besides believing food shouldn’t be wasted, loved seeing people who needed to eat happy with what they ate. You worried him, since it had been weeks and yet you’d never expressed such approval. You never even went back for seconds - which obviously was on his mind more than he’d ever admit. He tried so hard to find something you’d like, and hadn’t yet. He wondered how happy you’d look when he finally found out what you liked. How your pretty eyes might light up, or how you might finally bless him with a real toothy grin instead of a shy smile.

He almost sighed again at the thought of how beautiful it would be.

“You care a lot about food, don’t you?” your voice was quiet, but it cut through Sanji’s thoughts like a knife. He watched your face soften. “You don’t have to answer. I can tell.”

He watched you, the way you took a deep breath and how it shifted your shoulders. Then you stood, and came around the table. You hand rested inches from his, and he knew he shouldn’t want to hold your hand as badly as he did. He wondered if your fingers were soft or calloused, felt hot or cold. He wanted to hold your hand so badly, but he didn’t.

“You don’t have to care so much about me, Sanji. I’ll eat whatever’s put in front of me, whether I like it or not.”

Your words made him frown, and he watched you turn and leave. Something about your words left him feeling an immeasurable amount of sadness. He once said women were mysteries to be unravelled slowly, you were the slowest he’d come across. You sounded so sad when you spoke, as if resolved to a fate you never wanted.

It made him scared to uncover what possibly happened to you to resign like that, and sad to think about how different you might be now if you hadn’t gone through it. Clearly, you had gone through something, or someone, to make you so uncaring for something many people found joy in.

He decided then that he would help fix it. Sanji would bring joy back into your life through food.

Calm, quiet nights on the Going Merry were a favourite of yours. The sea was still, the salt sat lightly in the air, and the sky was so clear you could see stars no matter which direction you looked. It was peaceful. Carefree. On nights like these you could clear your head, spread out your thoughts like photos on the floor and organise them one by one.

You kept nights like these a secret because you knew if someone found you and got you talking that you’d keep no more secrets. With your vulnerability laid bare before you it was also laid bare to anyone who came by. Doing this small ritual late at night meant no one ever had seen it. Tonight changed that.

A hand reached at the railing inches from your face, and a wide grin soon followed. Someone had found you.

“You trying to scare me into a heart attack Luffy?” His grin softened at your nonchalant reply.

“I don’t believe I really scared you with how you’re reacting.”

“My heart’s beating right out of my chest, really it is captain. You should feel it.” You said, watching him climb over the railing and sit down beside you. His quietness while doing so was unusual. “You don’t usually come up here.”

“I wanted to ask you something -”

‘Here we go,’ you thought, rolling your eyes.

“- You gave your dinner to Ussop tonight. Distracted him by getting him to tell a story then put your plate in front of him so he wouldn’t notice. But I did.” he said. Luffy looked across at you, his hat rested around his neck by its drawstring. Without the hat he looked more serious - that paired with the genuine concern in his eyes and your own aforementioned vulnerability was dangerous.

“Why did you do that?” You looked at him, and he looked back at you. You sighed.

“Before dinner he said he was starving.” you said, “After he finished eating I gave him mine so he didn’t have to get up.”

“You need to eat too. He says that all the time, it’s just a joke.”

You sighed. Your arms rested across the banister of the crows rest, and your chin now nestled on top of them. When you spoke again your voice was soft, and you didn’t look back at Luffy.

“It’s not a joke to me.” From the corner of your eye you saw his position mirror yours, and his legs slowly started swinging from where they dangled over the edge.

“Why?” he asked. It was such a small unassuming word. Normally it wouldn’t bother you, but tonight it was the one thing you were most worried about. It could open a floodgate you’d been dying to keep closed since you joined the Straw Hats - and now it had opened.

“My family.” you said. “My island was good. We weren’t well-off but we never went without the things we needed. Then pirates came, and the marines came. Then if we had something and it wasn’t stolen by pirates, it was allocated to the marines. We started starving.”

Finally, you looked across to Luffy. He stared at you with a frown, the kind he’d get when he was focusing and trying to understand. You’d seen him direct it to others but had never been on the receiving end yourself - it felt strange. With that look, however strange it was, he made you feel like you needed to keep talking just so he understood. So you kept talking.

“With the lack of what we needed, my mother died, then my father. I had to look after my sister on my own, so I worked. I skipped eating so she got breakfast and dinner, I only ate the food I got from work. I did my best to go hungry so she didn’t have to and she died anyway.”

The weight of your words sat heavy in the night air. Your words were gentle, resigned - you’d gotten used to the thought long ago that losing your family was an act you were helpless to stop no matter how hard you tried. You’d spent the rest of your life until now trying even harder to see if that would have made a difference.

For a long time all you heard was the lapping of seawater on the ship’s hull.

“I don’t want to see the people I care about go hungry again. I want them to be happy. I want you all to be happy.” You turned your cheek to rest on your arm, suddenly feeling tired as you looked back at Luffy. “So I give up my food, I don’t eat more than my share.”

Luffy, again, mirrored your action. His cheek squished against his forearm as he looked at you. He lacked the frown now, and his eyes held understanding. You could tell your story made him sad, but he also looked grateful. Eventually his face broke out in a new, wide grin.

“If you could eat anything without a care in the world, what would it be?”

At the look on Luffy’s face, you let out a quiet noise that almost could’ve been a soft laugh. His eyes were expectant, so you looked back to the ocean and thought.

“I know it’s a drink, but I loved tea.” You sighed dreamily. “French earl grey was my favourite.”

Sanji knew you liked your quiet time, so he never went up to the crows nest with you. He stayed on deck, out of sight and smoking, until you climbed down and went to bed. He liked to think he was making sure you didn’t fall, but really he treated it like your own secret.

You up there, him down here, and that's the special time you get to spend together, a moment where it was just the two of you - even if you didn’t know about it. When Luffy started climbing the rigging, Sanji was prepared to get really pissed off for ruining your peace. He was glad he didn’t though.

Still night’s means sound travels well and fast. He heard everything you and Luffy talked about.

Thanks to your Captain, he’d figured you out - and he wasn’t going to bed tonight. He stomped out his cigarette and turned around back into the kitchen.

The plan for today was to dock the Going Merry and spend most of the day ashore, either gathering supplies or, in Luffy’s case, finding some local trouble to get in the middle of. Sanji’s original plan was to do that too, but after last night he had new plans.

The fact everyone else would be gone was fantastic - and your own plan to stay close to the ship to spend time around the hull scraping off barnacles was even more perfect.

Sanji was even more grateful to Luffy’s talk with you last night, since your whole mood seemed lighter today. Convincing out to climb back aboard was almost too easy - and the lack of trouble it took to get you to entertain his shenanigans was almost just as easy.

“Sanji I don’t know why you have to cover my eyes, I can keep my eyes closed just fine.”

“I don’t want you peeking.”

“If you’re going to show me some food sculpture again,” you trailed off. Sanji controlled the fluttering in his chest at the feeling of your cheeks moving under his palms - movements that meant you were smiling.

“If I was, you’d be very impressed.” He guided you to a stop, making sure to position you just right. He suddenly felt very nervous. This felt worse than when he made his very first meal. What if you didn’t like it? What if this was a big mistake? What if-

“Sanji?” you whispered. He didn’t even realize his hands were resting on your shoulders until your fingers came up and grazed his own. “Are you okay?”

He smiled. Of course you’d ask that - it made sense now, now that he knew you were the most selfless person he’d met.

“I’m perfect.” he said, hands squeezing your shoulders, “Are you ready to see your surprise?” You nodded. He let out a soft ‘okay’ and reluctantly pulled away to stand next to the kitchen table.

Sanji watched as you took it in, but your face gave nothing away. He nervously looked toward the table again - maybe something was out of place? - then back to you.

“What is this?” you asked. Your voice was so soft that if he wasn’t on a knife's edge he wouldn’t have heard it.

“Earl grey and chocolate cheesecake, and a lemon and earl grey chiffon cake.” He noticed your eyes lingering on a porcelain set just behind the cake. “And tea ready to brew.”

“Sanji, you didn’t have to do -”

“No!” His objection was abrupt, and it made your eyes snap from the spread to him. “I’m sorry, but no. I won’t hear you say it. Just eat it. Please.” Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest, too scared to even blink.

You could tell Sanji felt just as tense as you did. No one had ever gone through so much just for you - hell you didn’t even know there was French earl grey tea anywhere on the Merry, and here Sanji was with a whole morning tea that was themed after your favourite flavour. You didn’t know what to do.

“I’ll get on my knees and beg if you want.” he offered with a small and unsteady grin. Your head shook, declining, and his eyes glanced down at where your fingers nervously fiddled with themselves. You stilled them, instead gripping the coarse fabric of your skirt.

“What I want?” you said softly, almost to yourself. You looked at the food, so carefully prepared and baked, then back at him. “Could you join me? I don’t want to eat alone.”

Instantly, his nerves seemed to visibly melt away - and you in turn felt like you could relax too. He was by your side again, guiding you with a phantom hand at your waist into a seat, and then took the one beside you.

“You’ll have tea, obviously.” Sanji offered, reaching for the teapot, “You’re sweet as you are, but do you need some sugar today?”

Your hand faltered for where it reached for a piece of the chiffon cake. He turned his head to face you, to see you frozen again. This time the look on your face was different. Like a cheeky child had been caught with their hand in a cookie jar.

“Do you think I need some sugar today?” you asked, snickering.

“I’d give you some any day you want.” Then you started giggling - a sound he’d never heard from you before. He looked over and there it was - the smile he’d been longing for a chance to see.

“I think I need some sugar today,” you said with a smile. Your giggling had stopped, but you looked up at him with a soft smile. He couldn’t have been dreaming, but he might’ve since he swore you lent closer.

Sanji decided to be brave. His arm came up to rest on the back of his seat, and his fingers brushed your jaw. His heart skipped a beat when you let him do it.

“How much sugar?” he asked, feeling like he’d been lulled into a daydream at the sight of your happiness.

“A little bit,” you replied, shyly smiling over at him.

“Like this?” he said softly. Ever so carefully he lent forward. His fingers held your chin gently, and when he was close enough to count your eyelashes, your eyes fluttered closed. Gently, he pressed a kiss to the edge of your mouth. It was a short kiss, but he could die happily now - he knew he’d remember the feel of you on his lips even from beyond the grave.

“No,” you whispered, and your fingers ghosted across his jaw to guide his head closer still, “Like this.” you said. Then you kissed him. Your kiss was just as soft, just as gentle, but it was longer, and less afraid. When you pulled away your eyes finally opened.

Before, Sanji could tell you weren’t the kind of person to have done that. To have taken a kiss for yourself, no matter how willing the recipient was. To think all that it took to break that spell was a morning tea.

“Thank you Sanji, for doing all this for me.” You said. Your smile was content - it wasn’t the full toothy grin Sanji had hoped for, but it was genuine, and it made him feel fuller than any meal ever could.

“No, thank you,” he replied, “Thank you for letting me know you.”

[milk-moonbunnies]

at work and trying to not work myself up about svt hearing their best friend making sweet (nasty) noises when she sleeps. but fuck shes so cute, they cant help themselves bc theyre kinda pervy and her tits are falling out of her shirt and they can see the outline of her kitty🫠🫠🫠

A/N: Bestie, I tried to make each one unique, so I hope you enjoy! You kept me fed with this one, hahaha 🤤🥹💖

Warnings: mdni, 18+, non/con, perv!svt, depraved! Svt, best friend! Svt, unknown feelings, touching the reader w/o her knowledge, descriptions of oral (f rec.) briefly, photos taken of reader w/o her knowledge, somno., dry humping, cumming in pants, cumming on reader w/o her knowledge, lots of cum, masturbation (m.), riding a thigh asleep?, being stared at like a creep, dark! Love, possessive! Svt, mentally unwell! Svt, delulu! Svt, sugar daddy! Jihoon, childhood bff! Dino, coworker! Joshua, best friend’s dad! Jun, coworker! Mingyu, penpal! DK, college bff! Jeonghan, harbored feelings, toxic! Love

wc in total: 6.7k+

[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]

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Seungcheol - Cheol is drunk when he decides to go over to your place. He knows you might be asleep when he gets there, it is four am after all, but he just needs to see you.

You, his best friend, the love of his life, the one person who has his heart, and you didn’t even know it.

Cheol leans heavily on your front door, fumbling his keys, trying to not see three of everything as he looks for the spare key you gave him a year ago. When he finds it, he smiles triumphantly and now tackles the task of actually unlocking the door.

He’s not sure if he’s loud when he stumbles in five minutes later. Sweat layers his body as he comes home from a night out at the clubs. He won’t admit it, but it was a bad day today. His heart could only take so much before he tried to wash all his emotions away with tequila and a stranger who, if he closed his eyes, he could imagine was you.

But tonight, no one is good enough. He wants you, he wants his best friend, and you didn’t even know!

He drops his keys on the kitchen counter, forcing himself to drink a whole water bottle and take medication for the headache he’ll have later. His shoes were already left at your front door, and his thoughts swirl as he tugs his shirt off, throwing it somewhere before he unbuckles his belt.

He could find your bedroom with his eyes closed, and he can find it drunk. He can find you anywhere. And the truth reveals it when he sees you through the open doorway. His inhibitions are the lowest they’ve been in a while as you sleep soundly on your bed. And his heart skips a beat, sobering him just a little when he sees you. He stumbles, coming closer as you sleep on your side, your leg hooked up and making your ass poke outwards.

You’re gorgeous, and he barely gets his watch off before he slips into your bed behind you. He’s slept over plenty of times, but not like this. His arms wrap around you, his chest gluing to your back as he sighs in relief. His cock is hard and nestled between your ass; his jeans and your little panties are the only things stopping him from feeling how you’d actually feel.

And fuck, the thought of feeling you makes his drunk thoughts believe that’s a brilliant idea.

He just wanted to feel your warmth.

His hands are sloppy, alcohol still running through his system as he tries to listen to your breath, see if you’ll wake up as he lowers his boxers and jeans just enough.

When his cock springs free, he groans, his forehead resting on your shoulder as you huff in your sleep. “So pretty, my pretty girl,” he slurs, and his fingers easily slide your panties to the side. “Just for a little bit.”

He says it and guides his cock between your thighs. His cock fits against your puffy folds perfectly, and his fingers pull your panties to make the fabric tighten around both of you.

He’s drunk and careless as he ruts against you. He doesn’t think about your friendship, your trust, your opinion as he slides his cock along your folds, feeling you get wetter as his tip bumps your pretty clit with each thrust. He just focuses on your pretty noises, his cock swelling after a few more thrusts before he shudders.

He slips out from your panties a little too late, a lot of his cum hits your bedsheets, but some of it stains your panties, gluing the material to your pretty pussy and making his eyes roll back into his head in ecstasy.

He has just the sense to tuck himself back in his pants, deciding he’ll deal with the consequences later, pulling you flush against him with a drunk smile.

Jeonghan - Jeonghan has been friends with you since the freshman year of college. Sitting next to each other during orientation left you fast friends and attached at the hip. If someone found you on campus, they’d see Jeonghan only two steps behind. You two were basically a packaged deal. From an all-nighter study session in the campus library, to your legs on his lap while you two ate in the main hall. You even slept over at each other’s dorms.

And that’s how Jeonghan found himself at yours tonight. He’s lying next to you, wrapped in your favorite blanket, on his side as he watches you roll onto your back.

You had asked him if you could take a quick nap. You were beyond exhausted after staying up all night finishing a model for your architecture class, when Jeonghan arrived at your door after his shift in the student store. And Jeonghan could never deny you anything, nodding his head as you led him to your bed. You were innocent in your actions, using him to cuddle and get yourself fast asleep within minutes.

You had turned away from him at some point as he tried to behave, scrolling on his phone to distract from the way your soft body pressed against him,  the way it made his cock swell in his pants. But when you started to make little noises in your sleep, he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. You rolled, lying on your back, your eyes closed, and your mouth parted as you groaned. And Jeonghan’s heart picked up speed.

It was depraved how the little noises on top of the way your baggy shirt rode up, left him salivating at the mouth. His fingers twitched, and his eyes drifted slowly down your body, the exposed skin searing in his head for him to fuck his fist later with. Your breasts were threatening to be exposed by the way your shirt twisted up, and the blanket moved, giving Jeonghan the perfect view of your panties.

And when you moan again, his friendly mask drops, his thoughts spiraling as he reaches for you.

His eyes stay on your face, taking in every little shift as his fingers ghost over your lower stomach. He was your friend, he knew he shouldn’t do this, but he could only survive on the few stolen panties he’d gotten away with before he’d finally snap.

When his fingers slip under your panties, your thighs fall farther apart in response. It makes him grin, delusional to think that it’s because your body knows it’s him touching you and not someone else.

You’re so warm, the heat between your thighs hot and burning in need. I mean, why else would you be wet? His fingers drag over your puffy folds, taking in the way your eyebrows furrow, but you stay sound asleep.

Jeonghan’s smile curves up into something lovesick and dangerous. “Just relax for me, I got you.” He hums, and his thumb finds your cute little clit, his movements becoming more confident as his thoughts become more depraved by the second.

Joshua - As Joshua’s desk mate, his coworker, the person he saw five days a week, and sometimes on holidays when your work made you both stay in the office, it was inevitable to become friends.

Every morning, like clockwork, Joshua would come in five minutes after you, two coffee cups in hand. He had your breakfast order on lock, an extra pen in his pocket for when yours somehow disappeared, and he had the perfect excuse to your boss when you were running late.

His friends teased him that you were essentially his “work wife” and the fact that he didn’t just ask you out since you both were single was mind-blowing to everyone with two eyes who could see. 

But Joshua never crossed that line.

You valued his friendship, evolving into hanging out outside of work. It became a thing that you two would go for drinks every Friday after work to celebrate the weekend being here. And it wasn’t out of the ordinary that you two would wind up at his place.

You always claimed it was closer, Joshua likes to think you just like to steal his clothes if given the chance. You’d shower while he grabbed a shirt for you to wear and some clean boxers. He would take your old clothes to the laundry, discreetly pocketing your panties while you showered in his bathroom.

You never seemed aware of his feelings for you, calling him your best friend with a happy smile and innocent touch. You didn’t know he kept some of your panties to use later, you didn’t know he would stroke his cock to the thought of you, your panties wrapped tight around his shaft as he pumped his fist, imagining it was you.

And maybe it’s why two hours later, when he can’t sleep, he walks into his room to take a shower. He thinks maybe it’ll help him clear his head of you. And no, it wasn’t an excuse to see you in his clothes, in his bed, fast asleep.

But when he doesn’t turn left to head into his bathroom and instead stands by his bed to watch you, he can’t find any excuses other than the sinful thoughts he had been thinking all night. You were his friend, you were his coworker, you trusted him.

His heart skips a beat as he watches you lying there, your hair splayed out on his pillow, the sheets twisted around your knees. His boxer briefs hug your hips, and he can see the way they outline your pretty pussy, your hand resting just under your belly button. Your other hand is extending out to the empty right side of his bed, and he wishes he could be lying next to you.

When you turn onto your side, you moan as your shirt twists up. Your breasts get exposed, the shirt moving even higher and leaving him weak in the knees.

He barely makes it to his bathroom, turning the shower on and grabbing his cock with you fresh on his mind. His body full on shudders as he squeezes just under his tip, his precum spilling out in gooey wads as he curses under his breath.

He ends up cumming twice, rope after rope of his hot seed splashing on his shower wall as he strokes his cock to the thought of you. He can’t seem to stop. Your moan, your breasts, and the outline of your cute cunt seared into his mind as he works himself up to cumming again, your name falling from his lips with a strained groan.

Jun - You were his daughter’s best friend. And he knew it was wrong.

It didn’t matter that you were a grown adult, two years out of college, and working a “big girl” job as you liked to joke. There was still a prominent age gap, and he didn’t believe you when you told him he was your friend too after four years of knowing each other.

You had met his daughter halfway through college and were as thick as thieves. And much to his dismay, you were gorgeous, smart, and funny, making it so much more difficult for him to dislike you.

 It was wrong to think of you as anything but his daughter’s friend.

But he was only just a man.

Too many lonely nights alone left him missing somebody in his bed. A body underneath him, a warmth that let him release the tension he quietly stored in his body. He’d never admit that a few times alone at night, he had stroked his cock to the thought of you. Imagining you’d be the one warming his bed and keeping him company.

But it was wrong.

It was wrong.

And yet he still got out of his bed.

You had arrived today at his house, a surprise that left his mind reeling. You were visiting for the holidays, wanting to spend it with him and his daughter, and arrived earlier than planned. His daughter would be coming a week later due to work and requested time off. And that meant a week with just you and him in his house.

His feet quietly led him down the hall, the house quiet, and his heart racing with each step, he got closer to the guest room.

You had left the door cracked like you knew he was a weak man. And he could just see you lying in the bed. You were lying on your stomach, leg hooked up, the sheets kicked down to your feet. You were barely clothed, in an oversized shirt and panties that outlined your pretty pussy, just visible to him.

Fuck.

Jun stared, longing and hungry. You were only ten feet away. It would be so easy to climb into bed with you, show you what it’s like to be with someone more experienced. His thoughts were getting more depraved the longer he stared.

Jun was not your friend.

He was your best friend’s father, and he wanted you more than you would ever know.

Soonyoung - When Soonyoung gets off work, he can’t wait to get home.

He knew you’d be home already, your schedule on the fridge calendar said so, but still, he always looked forward to seeing you, his best friend and roommate.

You two would always greet each other at home, and quickly gather in the kitchen to debrief about how your days went.

 Sometimes, one of you would rant over something stupid that another coworker or customer said. Other times, Hoshi would lean against the counter while you cooked, making plans for the weekend or talking about what you were looking forward to at work the following week.

And this is exactly what Soonyoung expects when he steps through the front door, his keys swinging from his pointer finger as he takes his shoes off one by one. He didn’t expect you to be sound asleep on the couch, your leg hooked over the back of the couch, exposing Soonyoung to the fact that you were just in your panties and a small top.

Your hair is splayed over the couch cushion, your mouth dropped open, and your hand resting on your stomach when Hoshi comes closer. He drops his bag on the love seat next to the couch, his eyes staying glued between your thighs, your pretty pussy barely covered by your panties.

The sight makes his breath hitch, his tongue wetting his lips as his cock stirred to life. Fuck. He was just a man, and he had to be blind not to think you were attractive. It didn’t matter that you two were friends; if he was given the chance, he’d fuck you in every room in this apartment you two shared. Happily, eagerly, might I add.

And the thought alone has his brain melting, his eyes trail up your body, taking in the way your nipples are barely covered by your top, your breasts almost spilling out. And when you move, he’s right, one of your breasts spills from over your top as you moan sweetly in your sleep. You’re facing him more now, and he can’t help himself.

His eyes glaze over as he stands over your sleeping form, his jeans pushed down just enough to free his aching cock. He strokes his cock languidly, taking his time, watching the way your nipples grow taut from the exposed air and your panties stick to your cute cunt.

It’s depraved to be doing this while you sleep, while you’re unaware, but it only turns him on more. Wet shlick! noises resonating in the living room as he strokes his cock right over you, thinking about all the ways he wishes he could take you.

It doesn’t take long for him to cum, and he does try to stop from cumming on you. Truly. Hot, white, creamy seed spills from his aching cock in splurts. Most of his cum covers his hand while his fist milks his cock into sensitivity, but some wads of sperm splash onto your stomach, staining your skin with his gooey cum and making him shudder in pleasure.

He ends up choosing not to clean it off you, his cock twitching at the thought of you waking up to it already dried onto your skin, not knowing it was him.

Wonwoo - It’s slow at first. A subtle squirming that makes Wonwoo slowly wake up, his arm tightening around something soft before everything rushes back to him.

You. His best friend, the love of his life, didn’t even know how down bad he was for you.

You two had been doing your monthly tradition of binge-watching as many movies as possible. As adults, your friendship was still strong, but life made it difficult to see each other with his work and yours. And it came down to having to schedule a day, once a month, to spend time together and catch up on everything that happened since the last time you both saw each other.

It was an event he always looked forward to. His calendar circling it and underlining it, he practically counted down the days till he saw your pretty face again.

And you never failed to take his breath away every time you opened the door to your apartment. You would give him that dazzling smile in greeting when the day was finally here, and it twisted his heart to see you dressed in tiny sleep shorts and one of his old shirts from four years ago.

And it was torture of his own making as you dragged him inside your home, cuddling him close as you started the first movie twenty minutes later.

He didn’t mean to fall asleep. He vaguely remembers the middle of one movie, but as he notices the TV is still on, something completely different is playing now.

And it’s then that you move again, catching Wonwoo’s attention once more.

You’re fast asleep with your back to his chest, your hips shifting as a soft huff slips past your lips, and your ass drags along Wonwoo’s cock. He had woken up hard, and it’s all because of you. You, his best friend. You, who didn’t know just how crazy you made him.

His fingers flex on your hip, his cock slotted between your ass cheeks, only separated by a few layers of clothes, and he groans. Your shirt is pulled up, your breasts barely peeking out, and his heart squeezes, twisting in his chest as you roll your hips back again.

He doesn’t know what you’re dreaming about that makes you grind back against him, but he hopes it’s about him.

And when you murmur his name softly in your sleep a few moments later, he lets his restraint wane.

Every thought leaves his brain as he hears you call out his name. His hand spreads over your stomach, rolling you onto your front with his body half over you. His face burns with a mixture of shame and yearning, his hips grinding into your ass, wanting to hear you say his name again.

 If you wake up, maybe he can finally tell you how he’s longed for you, and maybe you’ll let him do everything he fantasized about.

The mere thought of it makes his cock throb as you moan, still sound asleep and unaware of his pervy actions as he rutted against you like a dog.

Jihoon - Jihoon was one of your better “friends.” All he asked for was company while he worked. He liked to look at something pretty in between him tapping on his laptop and adjusting files with his headphones over his head.

He didn’t know when it had started. This lonely feeling. The need for someone, anyone, to be there if he wanted it. And he didn’t want the complications of emotions, of a relationship, he just- well, he had money.

Money could buy anything if you asked the right person.

And Jihoon likes to think it’s normal. He doesn’t want conversations or meaningless hookups. He pays you a good sum just to sit pretty in the background. Sometimes, he’ll show you his latest project he’s working on, sometimes you wind up just sleeping on the couch behind him, a presence in the room that brings him some comfort.

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t attracted to you. He knows that for a certain price, he could be really friendly with you, to get all your clothes off and not just the tease of you lounging around in your cute panties and his t-shirt.

And usually he’s better behaved, always keeping his hands to himself, just enjoying the view of you. He knew he was your favorite customer, never forcing himself on you. But what he’d give to see you underneath him.

An easy number, a bank transfer, and you wouldn’t just be an accessory but something soft he could sink into. And it’s days like this, when the music isn’t sounding right, and his emails are overfilling his inbox, that his frustration turns his thoughts into more corrupt ideas.

It doesn’t help that when he turns in his chair, you’re sound asleep. He’s paid for you to spend the night in his studio with him, the pressure of a deadline has him mostly ignore you, and leaving you to take a nap.

He watches the way you lie peacefully on the soft couch, your lips parted, little huffs slipping past your glossy lips as you dream. Your shirt has ridden up, the expanse of your back, waist, and the side profile of your breast smushed into the couch cushion, making him abandon his work and move closer to you.

He can see the outline of your pretty pussy, your sweet folds almost falling out from the sides, leaving his mind reeling. He could touch you, and you wouldn’t know. His fingers twitch at the thought, and his heart picks up in pace.

He could do it. Touch you, feeling your warmth under his palm, and if you wake up, he can tell you that he can really be one of your friends. How could you say no? His pockets run deep, and wouldn’t that make you his? His to look at, to touch, to love?

His eyes swirl as the feelings take over his mind, his gaze never leaving your sleeping form. You were his, and as his hand touched your thigh softly, tracing upwards while he watched your face, a lovesick smile formed on his face as he deserted the whole rules he put in place.

No emotions. No complications. No relationships. Today is a bad day, but he knows just how you can fix it.

Minghao - It was only natural for Minghao to find himself in your bed after an amazing concert.

It had been tradition since you two became friends, dancing in whatever seats you got or in GA, as whatever band you two were seeing played in front of you.

As you two got older, sometimes you’d end up buying the overpriced alcohol at the venue, getting buzzed as you held onto Minghao, screaming the lyrics to him like you were his own personal concert. It leaves Minghao flushed in the face, blaming it on the alcohol, while you twirled around him with a laugh.

By the time the concert is over, you’re exhausted and holding onto Minghao’s hand like it’s your lifeline. You yap a million miles an hour, eyes glittering in the street lights as you both get into the cab to head home.

And you’re still drunk off the pictures and videos you took during the concert as you wave him off, giving him a shake of your head. “Don’t be silly, share the bed with me!”

It was like you wanted to see him struggle with what was right.

Your body is flushed against his four hours later. His chest drapes over your back, and your ass sits right over his cock, the clothes you two barely wear the only thing separating him from you.

How could he sleep like this?

His heart raced as you made him wrap his arm around you right before you fell asleep. His hand rests just below your breasts. He can feel the cut in half shirt you wore to bed graze on top of his hand, and he can feel you squirm back into him, your ass rubbing against his cock and making it harden.

His breath leaves his mouth shakily. His fingers flexing against your soft skin as you moan in your sleep, moving even more, and leaving him tensing behind you.

His thoughts spiral, his cock twitching while your huffs increase. He thinks about how easy it would be to cross that line of friendship, to hook your leg back over his, to feel if you’re having a wet dream by dipping his hand between your thighs. He wonders if that wet dream is about him. And he lets your body grind back even more, his cock aching for any attention if it’s from you.

Your moans, your body, and his depraved thoughts have him cumming in minutes. His cock stained his boxers with his hot, creamy seed, making the fabric stick to him uncomfortably. 

But he doesn’t dare move, letting his body stay flushed against yours, his body shuddering as you move against him, pulling him into over-sensitivity.

There was another tradition you didn’t know about. This wasn’t the first time this happened, and if Hao had any say in it, it wouldn’t be the last.

 He loved going to concerts with you.

Mingyu - Mingyu is no better than a dog.

You’re his best friend, the person who talks shit with him about the customers you two deal with as he cooks and you bartend at the fancy restaurant downtown. Mingyu had been working there a year before you had joined, and the moment he met you, he knew you were it. There were just some people you knew would be a part of your life, whether that be only a chapter or for the rest of the book that was your life. And for him, you were one of those people.

It had started when Mingyu had accidentally made extra food, his ears burning red as he asked if you’d eaten because otherwise this would have to be thrown away. You gladly took the leftovers, giving him a cute kiss from your hand and blowing it over to him with a wink. And he’s pretty sure that’s when he fell in love with you, and he’s also pretty sure that’s when you two officially became friends.

The relationship evolved from joking at work to him driving you home after a long shift, and hanging out on your days off. It was easy to love you, your laughter ringing in his ears hours later after he tripped over nothing. You call him clumsy, and he has no rebuttal, eyes softening as you touch his arm with a squeeze, his heart squeezes just as hard, and he has to look away before he does something stupid.

And as time goes on, his love for you only grows, his thoughts twisting when he’s home alone and his laptop is open on his bedside table.

When he searches online, the videos he watches are nothing like what he imagines when he replaces whatever woman is on his screen with you. It leaves him weak at the knees, and his fist is tightening around his shaft as he wonders how you would look taking him down your throat or, better yet, how you’d sound if he got down on his knees for you.

His dreams come true when, months later, you're sleeping over at his. It had been a long night at the restaurant, but luckily, you both would be off tomorrow, and you demanded to stay the night at his. You said it was because you wanted him to cook breakfast for you. After all, you knew you’d be too lazy to do it later. But now that you’re asleep in his bed, barely clothed, he thinks maybe you did this on purpose.

I mean, why else would you sleep in his bed with just a little tank top and panties? Especially ones that barely covered your pretty cunt.

It was like you were asking him to get a closer look, to have a taste, to see if you were as sweet as he imagined.

And who was he, if not a giver?

He lies on his stomach, between your open legs as you sleep. His mouth pants right over your covered cunt, his eyes dilating as he carefully hooks an arm under your thigh to open you up some more. When his mouth covered your pussy, his breath was warm against your hot cunt, and it wets your pretty panties almost instantly as his tongue laps the thin fabric into his mouth.

He groans, infatuated and debauched, his hips rutting into the mattress beneath him, his cock throbbing as he takes another lap of your sweet pussy, careful not to wake you up. He just wanted to love you.

Dokyeom - It had started innocently. Meeting Dokyeom as a pen pal when you were younger and growing up with him between sheets of paper and postcards.

You two had talked about everything and anything through all the stages leading into adulthood. And when you two went to University you still found ways to send silly photos or updates of dread for finals when they came.

It wasn’t until you graduated that you finally got to see him in person and not over the phone or pictures in sealed envelopes littered with cute stickers.

And it was like he knew you forever, because he did. But nothing prepared him to have his feelings he harbored for you double the moment he laid his eyes on you at the airport. You were even cuter than he imagined, tackling him in a hug like you’ve done this since the beginning of time. His fingers flexed, pressing on your lower back as your body became one with his, your arms circling his shoulders with a laugh of delight.

You went full tourist mode, making him the leading director as he showed you everything he could about his life and where he grew up. 

10,000 steps and only more to see tomorrow left you exhausted and leaning heavily into him by the end of day one. His arm was wrapped securely around your waist to keep you up while he hailed a cab home. And you yapped, and yapped a lot, both of you excitedly picking up speed throughout the day, and now, as you two finally make it to his home.

It was simple, a one-bedroom apartment, and clean. And you made yourself at home easily, a smile never leaving  Dokyeom’s face, even as you said you would take the couch.

He called you crazy and swiftly had your bags in his bedroom within seconds as he told you to relax.

It was innocent. It was nice.

But five hours later, when you’re asleep, wearing your cute little panties and a t-shirt to bed? You didn’t even wake as he quietly sat right next to you in bed, staring like he couldn’t believe you were real. You were everything to him. His fantasies and dreams didn’t compare to you being in his life and in his bed.

You’re making cute little noises, your arm folded under your head as you lie on your side. And he just couldn’t help himself.

His hand shakes, his heart pumping loudly as he touches your hip. When you didn’t move, he got bolder, his fingers dancing along your skin and up your shirt. When he realized you weren’t wearing a bra, he bit his lip to hold in his groans. His hand kneads your breasts and down your stomach.

You don’t know how long he has wanted you. Just like this. Pliable, soft, and all to himself. He likes to think that as your moans increase, you feel the same, his smile turning lovesick and a little crazed.

He loves you.

Seungkwan - Seungkwan knows he’s not a good friend to you.

How can he be? Friends don’t have romantic feelings for friends. Friends don’t fantasize about how you would look on top of him or underneath him. How it would feel to kiss below your ear, and if you would let out the same sigh you have let out while sleeping soundly next to him.

You two had been friends for years at this point. His family was your family and vice versa. It was you who he texted first in the morning and last at night. It was you whom he fell in love with slowly but surely, and it was you who didn’t know how he felt.

I mean, he stroked his cock to you, his lip caught between his teeth as he held in his whimper. He would think about what it would feel like if you felt the same way. If you thought about him and what he would do if given the chance to be with you.

But Seungkwan couldn’t confess, not when he wasn’t worthy of it. How could you love him when he couldn’t resist slipping into bed with you as you shared a hotel bedroom? It was an accident, on the hotel’s part, overbooking. This was a trip you and Seungkwan had been looking forward to for ages, planning it over a year in advance just so you could spend an entire week together.

So, it was a complete surprise when you two checked in, and the receptionist gave you a sheepish smile. You took it in stride, telling Seungkwan you two could just share a hotel while his brain went into overdrive. And when the receptionist said that there was only one bed, you still didn’t flinch, grabbing Seungkwan’s wrist with determination like he would run off.

And now here he was, palms sweaty, heart thumping as you slept next to him. It was like you were doing it on purpose, going to bed in a tiny tank top and panties. Seungkwan’s face had a permanent blush, and he had to hold his phone with two hands as you told him a happy, “goodnight!” before turning onto your side.

Seungkwan tried really hard to go to sleep, but he just couldn’t. Not when you turned over in your sleep to face him, your eyes closed, lips parted, and your breasts threatening to spill out of your top. When you whimper, his whole body cringes into itself, his cock stirring to life as your body subconsciously moves closer to his. 

And when he looks down to see your panties had shifted in all your movement, just a glimpse of your pussy lips almost slipping out has him rolling his eyes back in pleasure. The phone in his hand, which he was trying to use as a distraction, somehow ends up on his camera app. He swallows, his hand shaking, and his corrupted thoughts increasing as he takes the first photo.

A zoomed-in photo of your pretty panties showing the outline of your pretty pussy. It makes his cock twitch, and you sigh right by his ear, making him quickly look to see if you woke up.

When he sees you haven’t, he lets out the breath he’s holding and goes back to his phone. He drags the saved photo to a locked private folder he has, his heart twisting as he opens it. It's all photos of you, depraved, lewd photos he got without you noticing. The same photos he used to masturbate to.

Yeah, Seungkwan isn’t a good friend, not really. But he loves you too much to let you go.

Vernon - Vernon knows this is bad. He knows he shouldn't be doing this. You're his friend, his sweet, beautiful, and innocent friend. 

But he couldn't help himself.

Not when you're making such sweet noises in your sleep. You're barely clad in his boxers and the t-shirt he let you borrow. You were supposed to go home after hanging out with him, but then it got too late to call a taxi, and Vernon - ever the gentleman - offered to let you stay over.

You didn't know how he loved you. How he fantasized about you. Stroking his cock to the thought of you. And when you insisted he sleep in the same bed as you, well, he's only a man.

His heart hammered in his chest, listening to the soft noises you made as you slept next to him. His body was stiff, resisting the urge to pull you closer as your leg hooked up and gave him the best view of your pretty pussy. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when he realized your cute little panties molded to your cunt, outlining everything he dreamt about, and he could only take so much.

Carefully, he turned to his side, his arm sliding around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His weak heart stuttered as his muscle t-shirt shifted, and he could just see the curve of your breast from the side. His cock twitched, and his leg slotted between yours. He was a weak man, okay?

Vernon bit his lip and pressed his leg up, putting pressure between your thighs and earning a soft sigh from you. A shiver ran through his entire body as he kept his leg there, holding you gently. And when in your sleep, your hips rock against his thigh, subconsciously searching for more friction, he does his best not to cum untouched. His hand grips your hip to help you unknowingly dry hump his thigh, loving how your little noises increase in pitch.

And all he can think about is that he’s taking those boxers back before you leave tomorrow, he can feel them become wet under his thigh, and it’s enough to get him spluttering wads of his precum into his own boxers.

If only you knew what you did to him.

Dino - Dino has been one of your closest friends since elementary school. His mom was friends with your mom, and it was inevitable that you two would be connected one way or another.

And that’s why, twenty years later, Dino finds himself in his bed with you in it.

Just friends.

Just friends.

But when you moan softly into the night air, your body warm and shifting under his sheets, he’s just a man. You two weren’t kids playing tag during recess. Time had passed, bodies developed, and he should be ashamed of the way his eyes trail over your sleeping form.

His cock swells, his dick straining against his basketball shorts as you turn to face him in your sleep. Your shirt, actually his, rides up your waist. It was too big on you, and it scrunched up high so that he could see you’re not wearing a bra.

His eyes roll, and he curses at how his face flushes and his breaths turn shallow. He blinks at the ceiling for a moment, and he is a weak man sliding his hand down his boxers to grab his thick cock. The bulbous tip throbs, a dark shade of red already weeping with his precum.

His gaze flits back to you. You’re sound asleep, lips parted, letting out soft whimpers of air from your mouth as you dream. It's innocent, but Dino’s warping them into something lewd, his hand stroking from base to tip with a wet shlick! 

Your leg hooks over his leg, and he shivers from the warmth of your body so close to his while he strokes to the thought of you. Now that you’re closer, he can see the cute little yellow panties you wore to bed, and his mouth salivates.

Your fat pussy lips practically eat the thin fabric covering your pretty pussy and barely covering your ass, too.  His hand pumps faster, squeezing his cock harder as his stomach clenches.

The last straw is when he realises you have a damp spot on your panties, right over your cute cunt. His jaw slacks and he gasps, choking on air as his cock jerks wildly, splashing ropes of hot sticky cum on his hand, his chest, and your exposed thighs.

And he knows he is truly a perv because when he sees the wads of gooey seed splattered on your skin, he smiles to himself, he’ll let you wake up confused on what the white stuff is dried on your tummy and thighs, not knowing it’s him.

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