Synopsis: After performing the impossible, the four commanders and captain of the Whitebeard pirates find their own ways to praise you for your feats of brilliance. Izou decides to showcase a ceremony steeped in tradition from his homeland and brew you a tea in celebrating you. Only... He doesn't have the correct ingredients... Stuck now in your feelings of affection for the commander, you need to aid him through this next part of the ceremony he accidentally spiked himself with through quick thinking and love.
Themes: Izou x f!reader, MDNI, smut, NSFW, 18+, tea ceremony, creampie, p in v sex, orgasms, pollen fic, budding romance, no use of y/n, accidental drugging, love confession, new relationship, fucking with feelings.
Notes: YIPPEE a pollen fic! It's my first time writing for Izou, and I hope he isn't OOC. Not proof read, but I hope it's okay!
Picking nervously at the hem of your shirt, you kept your head bowed and away from the man sitting parallel on the ground in front of you. The metre square table was all that was between you, ornate carvings pressed by hand into the surface to indicate battle amongst the cherry blossoms. War, death, beauty, and passion - the four words you would use in place to describe the ornate carvings, alongside every syllable to depict the gunslinging commander in front of you.
“You're doing it again,” he offered you in a warning drawl, “Stop picking at your hemline, or there will be no shirt to shroud your body by the end of all of your fussing. Hands on the table, little flower.” Izou leaned over the centre of the table and took your hand away from your shirt with his own, placing it on the table beside your bamboo and silk placemat. As your eyes met his, you saw those four words within his warning gaze.
War, death, beauty, and passion - those same four words were everything that was the man holding the moniker, Izou, in that one pointed look he aimed towards you. He was disciplining you with that single look, and you slowly found yourself sinking beneath his scolding stare.
The man clad in a pink yukata slowly released your hand and moved back to sit on his knees. His gown slipped down his shoulder slightly to reveal the creamy, porcelain skin beneath the silken shroud, slowly rising a warm heat in the apples of your cheeks. He shrugged it back with a click of his tongue before scooping matcha powder in his bamboo spoon. Placing the spoon back down beside the bowl, Izou reached for the large, ceramic teapot filled with boiling water.
“I wanted to give you this ceremony as a token of my appreciation to you,” he hummed casually, “Yet, all you've been doing is avoiding my eyes and picking at your shirt. It is unseemly, and you should be paying attention to a person when their performance is a gift to you.” You bobbed your head in confirmation before gazing at his hands. His every swishing motion was a dance, a ceremonial display of appreciation for tea, for water, and for you.
“My apologies, commander,” you smile sheepishly at him, “It's not every day a former spade pirate is invited into a foreign commander’s chambers for a private performance. Especially not one as sovereign and titled as you.” Izou took a moment to sigh before ending it with a soft chuckle, shaking his head and slowly beginning to soften at the edges.
“It's not every day a white beard commander invites a former foreign pirate, turned crewmate, into his chambers, yes,” he agreed with you, nodding his head before picking up the bamboo whisk, “But, then again, it is not every day any member of the white beard pirates earns a place at my table as a reward for feats of brilliance. You did good, little flower. I will not have you diminish your accomplishments.”
A warmth flooded in your face while your eyes misted with embarrassment and humble pride. You managed to negotiate by yourself to make safe passage for the white beard fleet in an impossible situation, one that earned you crew respect and that same respect of the more reserved commander. It was one thing to have your doctor give you praise and a pat on the back, or your former captain cheering your name and crowing like a rooster into the air with a pyrotechnic display of flames, but it was another thing entirely to be invited into the chambers of Izou as he performed a skill he rarely demonstrated to others from his home country.
“Not so brilliant, just luck,” you nodded with a small smile, “Caught the harbour master in a good mood-.”
“-Hush and watch your tone,” Izou sliced your words out of your lips and removed any further word from your lips, “You don't get to downplay your actions in settling something for our captain that we were struggling with, especially not while we're sharing in this ceremony together.” His brows knit in a tight line in the centre of his forehead before he slowly closed his eyes and leaned down towards the ceramic pot and powders, “You are far too smart for this attitude, and I will not have it at my table. I will not announce it again, so hold your tongue and take your gift.” Slowly and gently, the gunslinging commander pressed his bamboo spoon into a tin of green powder before gently compacting it in the concave crevice. Every action had a purpose, and you could see the softness amongst that hardened exterior in his facial features.
This was home to him: sharing a part of himself donned in ceremony in every action. His brows rose to a gentleness he was sharing with you as he slowly tipped the powder into the cup. Tapping the edge twice, and a third sharper time, he placed the spoon in a silken placemat beside the teacup and moved his hands in a dance-like fashion. Izou slowly extended his right hand, while the other moved back the sleeve of his yukata to reveal his wrists. His hands were marred in battle and controlled in every motion while slowly tipping scorched water from the teacup into the bowl.
Once the water and powder were married as one, Izou bowed and placed the teapot back in the centre of the table. His eyes closed while the aroma rose to fill his face and nasal passage. Everything was slow, soft, controlled, and with purpose. Even while reaching for the bamboo whisk once more, it was as simple as breathing, yet as mesmerizing as a dance to music you had never seen nor heard.
Not a whisper was spoken between Izou frothing the water and tea powder and him placing the whisk upright on a ceramic tray to the left corner of the tea setting. He smiled down at it before again reaching for the water pot and pouring the water to the brim, again revealing his wrists to you. That same warmth crept up your face and settled in your cheeks while watching him perform a stationary dance in your honor.
Izou finally placed the pot down at the centre of the table and reached his forefingers down at the base of the ceramic cup. Slowly moving them to form a triangular fixed position at the apex of the cup base, Izou bowed deeply towards you in the centre of the table. His hair fell softly in front of him, giving you a full view of down the back of his yukata and causing you to glimpse at his tattoo.
Unsure of what to do, you mimic his actions as best as you could without practice to ceremony. Placing your hands in front of you, you slowly bow to return the gesture and keep your head low and eyes scrunched completely shut.
Slowly rising from his bow, Izou fought back a gasped hum that wanted desperately to escape his throat. You were bowing to him, sharing a respect you had no knowledge of, yet wanted so desperately to share in his action with him. This was a welcome surprise, and his heart began to slowly flutter and grow warm in witnessing you struggle to know when to rise from your low and respectful, seated stoop.
“You… Can rise now,” Izou smiled towards you, “You didn’t… Need to do that… But,” Izou waited for you to rise while continuing to smile gently towards you, “I am glad you did.” The man slowly reached for the ceramic teacup and spun the ceramic three times clockwise before raising it in both hands. He gently reached for you and nodded for you to take the cup from his hands. “While this is made similarly to the tea I have at home, I am, unfortunately, all out of leaf powder from my homeland,” his smile dimmed slightly, only rising as you took the cup from his hands and took it towards yourself, “The borders are shut, leaving my family barred from ever meeting my eyes again. This… This ceremony is my gift to you, little flower. I hope the tea is to your liking.”
“Commander-.”
“-Izou,” he corrected you immediately and sharply, “While in my quarters as my guest, I am simply… Iz-... I-...” Izou coughed to clear his throat, clenching his eyes shut and swallowing thickly. You quickly placed the tea off to the side and rose from the table without drinking. Izou continued to cough without stopping, turning his face away and holding his throat. His yukata slipped and disheveled him, revealing the tattoo on his back and giving you ample room to pat on his back hard to dislodge what was causing him harm.
Izou refused to rise from the table, slowly glancing around at the compartments of the kit until he located the mortar and pestle filled with fine powder. He shrugged off your hands and reached for the stone bowl. His coughing settled, only prolonging your shock while he gazed down with unspeakable horror on his face.
“This…” Izou shook in a shuddered breath as he turned to face you. His eyes scanned your face before he looked at the tea in shock, “Did you taste or inhale the tea?” You looked at the cup before turning your attention back towards him. You shook your head ‘no’ before he nodded and gulped thickly. “I… I have… You need to get Marco for me. I…” Izou attempted to place his pink yukata back on his shoulders, but winced as if the material stung him. He leaned in and clasped the ceramic kettle of water and immediately poured the scorching heat on his hands. Hissing at the pain, he wet both before pulling himself away from the table.
“Izou?” you furrowed your brows and nodded in desperation towards him, “Izou, what’s going on? I need to know before I get Marco for you. Can you tell me what’s going on? I can help you, just give me a run down.”
“I-...” he gulped before doubling over in pain, pushing himself away from the table and accidentally falling back onto his futon. Pain scrunched his eyes shut while sweat beaded at his temple, falling in a deep caress down the corner of his cheek and down the apex of his jawline. He began panting as if every breath stung him. Every inhale was burdened with labouring gasps that sounded as if he was aching worse than the sting of boiled water.
“Izou-?”
“-The tea,” he gasped towards you, “The powder when I ground it down into powder. I-... It’s from the island we visited prior. The one… With the idols of lust… Mnngh-!” He peeled the corner of his yukata off his arm and settled it around his waist, “They said it was for relaxation and special occasions.” He moved his hands covered in the wrist-slits of his robe to settle in the center of his waist and covered his crotch. As soon as his covered palms hit his shrouded crotch, he doubled over and wailed out, “They and I have a very different idea of relaxation!”
Dawning on your face with your eyes meeting his crotch and back up to his eyes again, you immediately felt the need to scold your commander for his actions. Holding your tongue, you shook your head and glanced down once more at the painful peak tenting his crotch. Pulsating beneath his robes, the usually reserved commander was now moaning as if in the most delirious pain and most delicious pleasure he had ever experienced before.
“Did you just get it on your hands, commander?” you asked him firmly, “And when you had inhaled it while foaming the tea, I mean.” You immediately rose to stand and close the distance between Izou and the door to his quarters, locking it behind you with you inside. He gasped and you heard the whimpered, ‘yes’, alongside the rustling of materials. “Commander, Ace encountered that the last time we’d visited the island and we had to resort to… Extreme measures… To get it out of his system. Do you remember, sir?”
“Yes,” he hissed before more rustling occurred behind you, “And for all that timidity earlier, you have-, mghgn-! Fuck-!” Izou whined out before the rustling crew in further intensity, “You have changed your tune, haven’t you?” He managed to snicker at you before letting out a sound somewhere between a sob and a moan, “I d-didn’t expect it to be the same thing…”
“Commander,” you firmed your voice, “Did you not expect a tealeaf for ‘special occasions’ and ‘relaxation’ from a culture where lust as their god to have some of that potent pollen in their habitual products?” You turned to face him, steeling your face in a firm line, “And I have changed my tune to match the severity of your circumstances. It’s not every day my commander inhales and grinds his own aphrodisiacs, sir. I am simply matching pitch.”
“Such a spade-pirate still,” Izou gasped out a laugh, hanging his head on his shoulders and gasping out a small puff of lust while his yukata lay beside him. His slender cock was in his hands, pre-cum beading at the slit and coating his thumb in slick baring no relief.
“My former captain, now reporting commander, burdened himself with me for a long time, sir,” you shook your head and slowly approached Izou as he lay on his bedding, “And now you are about to experience the delirium that comes from that powder-, Izou-!” You were swiftly made agitated by the full picture of Izou’s back to you as he hid his face from you. You softened your voice and leaned down towards him, reaching your hand forward but holding it back, “Izou, can I touch you?”
“I can’t have you see me like this, little flower,” Izou’s shaky breath poured out to you, “This was… I know better than this. I am better than this. I should-... I-... All I wanted was to do was appreciate you. You deserve to be appreciated…” The dark hair atop his head slowly came loose and waterfalled down his back in rippled waves of loose strands. The action of his hand against himself was sinful, something you knew to avert your eyes from and give him privacy in any other given circumstances.
But this was an emergency.
Placing your hand on his shoulder, you slowly gained his attention with a gentle squeeze to his muscle. Izou stopped pumping along his length and sucked in a shaken breath. It took everything in himself to halt his motions while his body screamed at him to continue. His cock was achingly hard, his balls tight against his belly, and his gut curdling with a lust he had never known prior like this. All the while you were there to walk him through it as softly and gently as you could.
“Do you remember what had to happen with Ace, Izou?” you asked him softly, “Where we had to-... Aid the pollen to run its course through extracting it within the body of another?” Izou tensed up and nodded while still avoiding your eyes. “I think we need to do that for you too, sir.” You removed your hand from his skin and slowly tugged the shirt from your body, followed by your pants and panties. He continued to avoid your eyes while you returned to his side and lay beside him.
It was fate’s cruel trick to give you, you were certain of it. The way you held such high regard and a large affection for Izou was a cruelty given the current circumstances. He was someone you wanted to impress, to earn the praise of, and the man of your dreams that you were trying so hard to be subtle about liking. Ace gave you hell for it, Marco gave you a smile and advice about it, Whitebeard approved of it - but in your heart, you still felt like the commander that held it was keeping you at arms length.
Steadying your breath and stifling the sorrow beginning to bubble in your throat, you again tapped his shoulder to return his attention to you. You gulped back a shaken breath before offering the one thing you knew could cure him.
“I… I may not be the best person for this job, but I’m the only one available at the moment to you. You…” your lip quivered and brows furrowed at the center, only causing you to give into the emotion you feared would pool over the surface and reveal it’s ugly head, “...You can just pretend I’m someone beautiful. Someone you want to be with. It’s okay, commander. It’s the only way we can cure you of this, remember? Just pretend I’m the person you want, and it will be over quickly. Please.”
Izou’s body turned in an instant. The sharp and striking features of Izou loomed over you while his hands clasped around your wrists and knees and toes pinned your thighs beneath him. His look was of a violent rage, his eyes wild and accusatory. Izou’s painted lips curled into a harsh grimace as he snarled down at you.
“Why would I pretend you’re anyone you’re not when I want only you?” he spat down harshly. His eyes softened at the edges before his palm came up and pressed against your cheek, soothing over your features while he peered down at you with love, “I only want you. You have to know that I do, little flower. Can’t you see?” Izou leaned down and brushed his nose with yours, “I’ve loved you from the beginning. I just… Wish this was under different circumstances and not… If we don’t, my heart will give out.”
Your eyes darted between his before you struck an uncharacteristically brave nerve in your core while leaning up and kissing him. Izou reciprocated immediately by removing his hand from your wrist and bracing both arms behind your head and and cradled you into himself. Both of you whimpered into the kiss while deepening it in every breath. He took your world and made it his with a simple touch, igniting your belly with a thirst that needed to be quenched. Your core throbbed while you attempted to spread your legs around the position he pinned you in.
The braveness melted into courage when you flipped him on his back. You reached down between your bodies and found his cock with ease. He was large in your hand, only getting larger and more desperate as you pumped along his length. Your cunt slowly fluttered while arousal glistened along your walls. His kiss was deep enough to almost make you climax then and there, just from the deep complexity he molded your lips into. Everything was both ceremonious alongside a feral edge he worked so hard to control.
Unbreaking the deep kiss, you ensured his body moved where you moved him. You slid his cock between your folds a few times to coat his tip in your slick while both hissing at the contact. He groaned in short, huffed breaths while you placed his tip inside your core and began slowly sinking down on it. His hands moved from around your neck to caress the curvature of your body down towards your ass while your own hands moved beside his head.
“I’ve loved you for the longest time, commander,” you confessed in return while sinking down his cock further. You hissed at the mild sting around your ring of muscle, prompting Izou to help you remain stationary by not moving anything. He pressed a flurry of quick kisses against your cheek, jaw, and neck while you focussed on taking his entire length into your body. Finally sinking down with his entire cock inside you, you remained stationary while turning your head to look at him.
Izou was in turmoil. His inky hair was coated in a sheen of sweat while his pupils were black with lust. Despite the potency of the pollen igniting his veins, Izou’s sheer willpower stopped his body from bucking up wildly into you. His hands gripped both sides of your ass and held you stationary while he looked deeply into your eyes.
“I love you so much,” he returned your affection and sealed it with a soft kiss to your lips before retreating back, “That is why I’m so harsh on you. I want you to be the-... fuck… Best version of yourself. I want t-to watch y-ou thrive-! Oh seas-!” Izou threw his head back while his body finally broke through the iron will that held it stationary.
The commander’s hands gripped your ass and began rocking you down hard against himself. He refused to allow too much of his length to exit you, keeping your core flush with his own and grinding your clit on his soft pubic hair. You whined out in shock while he slowly removed an inch before slamming you back down on it once more. Izou planted his feet before moving his arms back and bracing them around your mid section; finally moving his cock out until the tip remained inside you before slamming it back harshly into you. It was slow, intentional, and deliberate in the beginning.
All before the pollen did what it does best…
…And remove your commander of all of his composure.
You had never pegged Izou as a feral man in the bedroom. He always seemed to be one to be in charge and in control. In all of your fantasies about him, that’s what he was. The words ‘little flower’ spoke softly to you in your mind's eye while he aided you to fall apart in every way he knew how. Hands, lips, tongue, toys, even the air around you was manipulated by Izou in your dreams. This was not so controlled, but it was not any less beautiful. Especially with Izou rutting into you and growling your name in your ear that shot vibrations to your clit and spilled more of your arousal from your slit and onto his crotch.
“W-Wait-!” you whimpered to no avail, “Sh-shit.” Your body shook while Izou rippled your ass with every harsh thud upwards. His cock drove into your belly and kissed at the back of your g-spot, causing you to throw your head back and yelp at the momentum. Where you assumed a man of Izou’s caliber would treat treat sex as an art form, as an act of love making with another’s body - this was nowhere near that level of refined decorum.
Izou was fucking you. Not handling you with care, but fucking you deeply and harshly while chasing a high inside your body that he couldn’t stop no matter how hard he tried.
“Wanted this moment to be different,” he barked between harsh claps of his hips meeting yours, “Wanted to court you first. Love you first.” Izou whimpered as his cock pulsated inside your body and swelled every vein rippling towards his tip. He was closer now than he had ever been to spilling himself up inside you, but it was no more a spill than it was him loving you. “I’m going to cum-! You’re-! Just stay like that. Just like that. Can I-?!” Izou tilted his head to find your face with his. His vibrant eyes bore into yours with a dark intensity. There was love lingering beneath the lust, showcased in the way he held off until you gave your permission.
“Cum for me, commander,” you whimpered down into him, “You can cum, Izou. I want you to.” Izou darted his eyes between yours before clenching them tightly shut and throwing his head back once more. He filled your body like a shot of lightning, hitting your cervix with his viscous splashback and painting your bellies with how fast he released. At the sight of his creamy neck and that tremble of his pulse ignited in his vein, you leaned down and clenched your teeth and lips around his pulsepoint.
Pleasure was found empathetically as his orgasm set yours alight with its spark. Pleasure engulfed your senses while you screamed into his neck. Izou slowed his movements, but kept them hard and harsh. Every thud of your skin meeting his was in time with the waves of your pleasure joining with his own. He was timing your bliss with his own while the pollen slowly left his body through releasing the tension and tight coils in his belly.
Izou aided you down into his embrace by cradling your head in his neck. Your lips were still latched to his skin, sucking a harsh, purple mark into his neck as a trophy of your love. He chuckled and caressed the back of your head while you began sobbing after returning to the world around you.
“I don’t think I’ve-... I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard before,” Izou gasped, prompting you to nod in agreement.
“I haven’t cum like that ever,” you admitted with a laugh, moving back from his embrace to gaze down at him, “I usually need a little more stimulation than that to get there, especially on my clit-... You don’t need to know this, sir.” You quieted yourself and allowed embarrassment to slowly wash over you while you attempted to pull away from him. Izou frowned and hummed down at you in disappointment, clapping his hands on your ass and holding you stationary.
“Of course I need to know this, little flower,” Izou whispered gently to you, “I want to know how to please my woman and what she likes. Especially after this…” The commander slowly caressed your ass and tilted his head. He smiled softly up at you and nodded, “You… Are mine, yes? If you’ll have me, I mean… You don’t have to be…”
Bashful.
Izou was bashful.
And you felt your heart melt while he began to avoid your eyes in search of anything else to fixate on. You reached down and claimed his cheeks in your palms, tilting his eyes back to meet yours and nodded down at him.
“I’ll only have you if you only correct me on my fidgeting in private, and not try to accidentally poison me with a lust flower,” you giggled at him, stroking the apple of his cheek with your thumb, “Those are my only conditions-, w-well, alongside exclusivity, I mean…” You mumbled and turned your head away from him, fighting your own bashfulness and sucking in your bottom lip to bite it.
“Why would I want anyone else?” he answered sincerely. Izou reached up and fiddled with the nape of your neck while beaming a gentle grin up at you, “And I promise: no more experimental teas with aphrodisiacs for ‘relaxation’ and ‘special occasions’.” You both chuckled at the statement before rolling onto your sides and marvelling at one another. Learning his skin with your fingertips, and he with yours, Izou and you shared soft smiles and gentleness in his quarters until he deemed it time to rejoin the others hand in hand after cleaning one another up.
The love was old, but the feelings were new. Thankfully, you had one another to help you navigate the new horizons your love would take you - sans pollen this time.
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SANJI can cum untouched. That’s a fact that never fails to present itself.
After a particularly busy day in the galley, SANJI dragged his feet to your room, hoping to hold or be held by you. What he opened the door to was better than any one of those things.
You’re on the bed wearing nothing but his button up half buttoned, exposing your stomach and navel, and the panties he’s told you are his favorite. Those same panties have a wet patch with your slick. You’re lying on his side of the bed, your head lying on his pillow. It’ll smell like you for a long time.
Blood started pumping to his dick. It wasn’t long before it was straining against his slacks. The cigarette in his mouth wobbled and SANJI had to bite down to keep it from falling out.
You weren’t helping. You sat up, smiled, and pinched the last button concealing your chest. You didn’t undo it but the image of the top slipping and revealing the swell your breasts was too much for him.
Each breath came out in ragged pants as SANJI grabbed the door frame to steady himself. His cock was throbbing and it was painful and it only intensified until his balls tightened and his climax washed over him. The cigarette fell out of his mouth, smoke emitting from the ground.
Your brows slightly furrowed before figuring out what went down. The biggest clue was the wet patch in his pants. You chuckled as you stood from the bed and pulled SANJI into the room by his tie. He managed to kick the door closed.
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I've been revived through the power of necromancy. Howdy one and all! I've risen back from the dead to drop off Chapter two only after (*looks at watch*) A year. Ish. I've turned a whole two years older in this time, and I am unfortunately wiser. Anyway, this has been in my drafts for that long, so I figured I'd drop it off.
Sorry, but I hope this makes up for it! Part three is still being worked on.
Summary: Sanji left without so much as a goodbye. You've had to pick up the pieces, to have faith in your crew who've gone off to Whole Cake to retrieve him. It's not easy dealing with the loneliness, especially in a new and strange land like Wano.
CHAPTER ONE FOUND HERE
CW: JEALOUSY; NSFW (PinV, overstimulation, S-M-U-T, jealousy, fluid eating, eating; Hurt/Comfort; Angst; (Heavier/full smut planned in Part 2); Established relationship
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“A moment of weakness.” Maybe not weakness, but ‘making the best out of a poor situation’. That’s what he called it. No matter what flowery language Sanji used, and no matter how many times he explained how deep his regret was for what happened, it still didn’t make the churning in your gut feel any better. The idea of some mystery woman - Pudding, of course, with a name just as sweet and light and flavorful - sweeping in to win the heart of Sanji…well, calling it jealousy would be putting it lightly. It was a blind envy; an ever-consuming nausea that spread from your chest throughout your body. Maybe he and Pudding didn't get physically intimate, didn't even kiss, but it was enough to know that he was going to marry her. To make matters worse, your lovely, perfect Sanji willingly admitted to not putting up a fight when it came down to it. Your fingers didn’t stop fidgeting with the bandana at your waist the entire time he spoke, something that Sanji didn’t bother to call attention to until he finished recounting his tale of what happened in Whole Cake.
Arguments with Sanji were rare occurrences and typically only happened as a result of either one of you becoming too reckless or Sanji getting a little too friendly with random women. This circumstance was different than the typical bout of jealousy, though. Marriage - wedding bells, a giant cake your boyfriend helped create for some arranged union. A marriage that he was going to go through without any regard for what you might have thought or felt about it. So, yes, you were arguing. You were hurt, and your boyfriend was going to have a piece of your mind, and not without you having a piece of his in return.
In Sanji’s defense, there was the bandana of it all.
A token of friendship, undying loyalty, and commitment. It was a piece of fabric that would be insignificant to anyone who didn’t know Zoro the way you did. To the Straw Hats who have fought alongside the swordsman since the inception of the crew, they knew it was the biggest gesture he could have offered. That fact only served to piss off Sanji even more.
“Why would you accept something like that from that moron in the first place?!”
“Zoro’s just letting me borrow it, so I’d have something to hold onto that’s the crew’s.”
“That isn’t the crew’s - that’s his. It’s like he’s-...he’s just being a creep, trying to swoop in and claim you while I was gone!”
“Claim me?!” You huffed. “You can't be serious. You wanna talk about being a creep, when you were the one running off gallivanting, playing prince with some Emperor’s daughter?”
“Angel, I already told you, I’m more sorry than-”
“Save it. While you were busy making wedding plans, I was miserable without you. At least Zoro was there for me!”
You weren’t sure how the conversation had flowed into sex. One moment, he was explaining - the next, you were arguing. Somehow, at some point, your faces got too close. The heat between your bodies became unbearable, likely from the unfinished business of foreplay only half an hour ago.
“He was there for you?”
“Yeah. Zoro saw how miserable I was and wanted to make sure I was okay. He didn’t leave my side until we got to Wano, not once.”
All echoes now. Just words from minutes ago that buzzed in the back of your mind as Sanji railed into you. His hand, strong and calloused from flames and cookware, traveled hastily over the curve of your ass to your clit. He rubbed skillfully the moment his fingertips grazed the fleshy button, and the gasp you gave signified his victory. He groaned, his teeth nipping at your ear from behind.
The yukata sat abandoned across the room alongside the loaned bandana. Your hands and knees pressed into the futon as the sound of Sanji’s hips slapping into your ass filled the room. The air smelled heavily of sex, and every gasp that hiccuped from your stomach made Sanji groan. A hand landed on your ass, his opposite arm wrapped around your torso to maintain his greedy circles on your clit. This wasn’t like your boyfriend. The movements were too rough, the snap of his hips indenting into your flesh in an attempt to claim, claim, claim.
“That’s right - listen to you, moaning for me. You missed me, right? So beautiful.”
The words were already filthy, but the possessive rasp his voice took brought it to another level. You couldn’t control the way your velvet walls clenched around him, tightening in an attempt to hold on and keep him close. It was your body’s natural inclination, filling that urge to make sure his cock kept barreling into you the only way he knew how. It dragged through your walls, aimed particularly deep towards your cervix. Each thrust, mindless and claiming, had your whole body shifting with its force.
“Ah - S-Sanji-!”
“F-Fuck, so beautiful…sounding so perfect for me.” He moaned, his lips sucking on your earlobe.
Sanji’s fingers continued their circles around your clit, fast and punishing, as his other hand trailed down your thigh, then back over your ass, taking its time until it reached around to the beautiful mounds of breasts he’d fantasized about. He groaned again when he heard you whine, his tongue trailing down your neck.
“I wanna hear you call my name when you cum on my cock, angel. Think you can do that for me?” He murmured, his teeth nipping near the base of your neck.
You couldn’t resist, because by that point, your body was too far gone. His fingers kept up their demanding circles, pressing and rotating, and his hips continued to snap his cock harder and deeper into you. His pace was steady, relentless, and the way his head bullied your g-spot made your thighs tremble. His hand on your thigh noticed the twitching, squeezing at the muscles beneath your flesh.
Your pussy grew impossibly tight, throbbing, threatening to push you over into release. It was with one final strip of Sanji’s tongue against your ear, the rubbing of his fingers combined with his thrusts that you finally came undone. A sharp wail left your throat, loud enough that it would have been impossible to hide what you were doing. Not that it mattered to either of you.
“There it is, let it all out for me. Perfect.” Sanji whispered, groaning deeply again as he continued to buck into you. It was as if the pull of your body, its delectable contractions, meant nothing in the search for his own orgasm.
‘Perfect.’ It was perfect. Your body felt like it was on fire, still milking around his cock with every deep, heavy push. The way his fingers circled your clit began to send sharp zaps of pleasurable pain through your body. Gripping the sheets of the futon beneath you, all you could do was gasp and whine in response. Sanji's grip only tightened at the sounds.
“S-San-...too much. ‘Ts too much.” You cried.
Sanji huffed, nipping at your neck as his hips snapped harder, faster. It was clear that he was chasing his own release with no intentions of letting up any time soon. Your thighs continued to shake, both from the force of his thrusts and the building ecstasy, and the sounds leaving you were no longer in your control.
“You can take it, gorgeous…just a little more, okay? You can cum again.” He murmured, his fingers digging just slightly into your thigh. His filthy demands didn't let up. “Wanna make you feel good, remind you my cock's the only one that can.”
So demanding. It’s the immediate thought that infiltrated your head. You knew, without a doubt, that all you would have to do was invoke the safe word. It was rarely ever used, only established by Sanji at the beginning of your relationship for communication’s sake. Sanji has always been considerate like that. But now? You knew the option existed, you knew you could use it, by why would you? Even with the way your pussy gripped, your body shaked, it was a continuous reminder of his presence. Sanji’s back. He’s back.
Again and again his length entered with no mercy, no remorse, only further invigorated by the sounds of your shared pleasure. A whimper left Sanji's throat, cracked and broken, as his cock twitched against your cervix. The way you were tightening, throbbing - it was entirely too much.
“Gonna-...ah, fuck, princess, can I…?” He gasped out, and your small nod was all he needed.
His hips stuttered against your ass, his load emptying hot ropes of cum into you again and again. The sudden intrusion of warmth paired beautifully with his fingers on your clit, and you came hard around him, encouraging more and more cum from his dick. He groaned, his cock softening and pulling from your aching cunt with an obscene squelch. Both of you desperately gasped for air, panting in the midst of shared bliss.
“Turn over.”
It wasn't a request, and you didn't hesitate to oblige. You shifted onto your back, your head falling against the pillows decorating your futon. Your chest heaved with the lingering exhaustion brought only from overstimulation, legs spreading open without a second thought. Safe word? Why bother?
Fingers gently probed at your entrance, causing a small gasp from your lips to escape. You were still sensitive, aching, and you could tell Sanji was mindful of that in the way his fingertips just gently coaxed his seed back into you. His eyes were locked on yours, lips gently pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your clit. His fingers slowly pushed the cum back inside with as much care as a chef plating a meal. The sight of him kissing your clit again only drew another helpless moan from your throat. It felt so dirty. So possessive. So good.
“I don't like wasting.” He murmured, his tongue darting out to lick against your clit. “But you knew that.”
His fingers fucked slowly, pushing in just a little more, half of his knuckles now buried in your cunt and wet with your combined fluids. A pathetic whimper of his name from your lips echoed through the room, earning a vibration of a moan against your clit.
“You think that mosshead could make you feel this good?” He grinned, his voice raspy and deep. Nearly unrecognizable. It made your head spin.
You couldn't even really argue. There wasn't time to reassure him, to deny that anything had happened between you and the swordsman. It was clear that Sanji had made up his mind about it. The frustration and guilt were secondary to the way his lips closed around your clit and sucked, his tongue teasing at it in his mouth. You moaned, eyes shutting tight.
“N-No, he-” You gasped out, your voice so shaky and broken. “Just you, he-...Zoro couldn't-”
“Don't say that idiot’s name.” Sanji snapped, lifting his head immediately from your throbbing pussy. With his lips removed from your clit, you whined, but his fingers kept fucking into you. Deeper now.
“You brought him up.” You retorted immediately, and even though you were frustrated, his fingers curling against your g-spot made your head fall back again. No time to argue.
“Well, I don't care. I'm the one who's making you cum again.” Sanji replied, his tone just a little sharper than usual. It wasn't like he was asking for permission, either. He decided he'd steal another orgasm for you.
Any protests died when his tongue flattened down against your folds, licking from his fingers at your entrance up to your clit. Your hands immediately found purchase in his hair, fingers tangling and gripping to anchor yourself. His tongue moved hungrily, almost sloppily, taking great care to explore every bit of real estate and probe at new nerve-endings. His fingers pulled from your entrance just long enough to be replaced with his tongue and rub at your clit, coating you in both of your releases.
It was too much. Every flick of his tongue and fingers felt overwhelming, and your hips bucked up against his face without your permission. In an attempt to keep you still, Sanji reached up a hand to rest on your hips, but it didn't help. You were too worked up, absolutely losing it just like you always do. For him, for him. It was another claim, another way to mark his territory and remind you whose you were. Just his. Not that you ever had any doubts about it.
Your thighs closed around his head, and you ground your pussy against his face. Just the way he liked it. He groaned, vibrations sending you off very quickly into your release. Keening, your body stilled and tensed, and Sanji didn't let up once. His tongue kept tasting, probing, and his fingers kept moving. The way the blood in your clit throbbed was bordering on painful, and he only stopped once he was sure he got every drop of cum you could give him.
Your thighs fell slack around his head, and what's left of your combined fluids glistened on his beautiful face when he pulled his head up. Your body was spent, and when he placed his hands on your thighs to spread them, a wave of anxiety hit that maybe he'd do it again. Luckily, he was as tired as you, instead moving your thighs so he could shift up and comfortably slot himself between them. He laid his head on your stomach, fingers idly tracing pockets of muscle and fat on your thigh.
Neither of you spoke. You could hear people walking outside, the birds chirping through the window, even the ticking of a clock nearby. None of which cleared the air that was thick with sex and hurt feelings.
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You didn’t speak for weeks. There were plenty of opportunities where you could have gone to his yakisoba stand. He could have visited your apartment without any concern for staying undercover. Despite the covers being protected, it had fallen from your lips too many times as a reliable excuse. Convenient. Ultimately, it came down to two things; avoidance and heartache. You could see it in the way he grabbed at his hair occasionally when your eyes met, and you were certain (if he had even looked) he noticed you rubbing the bandana you’d refused to remove from your daily outfit.
For some reason, these weeks felt emptier than when you were waiting around and missing him.
What changed was when everyone had left the capital in preparation for the raid on Onigashima. Proximity made things worse. Camp was bustling with samurai training and Straw Hats reuniting. It was this first night, the smell of Sanji's cooking permeating in your nose, that Zoro approached you.
“You hung onto it.”
The voice snapped you out of your own self-pity. You hadn’t seen each other once since entering the Emperor’s territory, and despite the way his name had become such a point of contention for your relationship, you couldn’t help but beam up at him. You set down some of the materials from the boxes you were sorting, a clang echoing from the rocking of the metals inside. Turning to look at the swordsman, eyes flickering quickly over him to ensure there weren’t any new injuries. His hands rested on his swords, as they always did. One looked new, though you couldn't be certain. You could ask, but you had finally registered his statement.
His eye was locked on the bandana pulled through your yukata, one of the culprits to your current suffering. You followed his gaze reluctantly, an amused huff leaving your nose.
“I did.” You replied simply, fingers quickly moving to undo the tie. “I'm guessing you want it back.”
“Yeah. Would be nice.”
The shifting of Zoro's swords was the only clue that he had moved any closer. With a quick glance, you could see his chest at level with your line of sight. You dragged your eyes back down to the bandana, fixated on the tight knot.
“You look worse than how I left you.” Zoro snorted.
Your chest tightened at his observation. Had your misery been that noticeable?
“Yeah, well,” You mumbled, finally able to pry the knot apart, “Things have sucked.”
With nimble fingers, practiced from your days of sewing, you quickly undid the bandana and pulled it through its loop. You held it out to him, finally trailing your eyes back up to his face. His brows were furrowed, eye studious, but otherwise…unreadable. He didn't take the bandana right away, and it was with a click of his tongue that you finally felt the material shift in your hand. A calloused thumb ran over the material, warm and careful, as he rubbed at the fabric you had become intimately familiar with. There was a spot clearly thinner than the rest.
“Got some use, I see.” He remarked, lips curling into a small smile. It was almost a smirk.
“It-...” You held your tongue, because you didn't quite know how to respond. Besides, the proximity felt awkward. “...helped.”
“It did?” He huffed, before finally taking the bandana from your palm. “I knew it would.”
You watched as he brought the bandana up to his bicep. He pulled the cloth around like he always did, using his teeth to pull the knot closed. You didn't mean to stare, but the weight in your chest felt heavier than before. Unfamiliar. Maybe it was the attachment to your one lifeline during your time in Wano. Without it, what would you have left?
Zoro, on the other hand, looked satisfied - like a man reuniting with a part of himself, growing back a limb he had lost. His gaze traveled past you, seemingly almost lazy. You didn't bother to follow it. You turned back to the boxes of weapons and materials you had temporarily abandoned, though digging through didn't seem to distract you enough.
“Thought you would have felt better when he came back. You and the cook fighting or somethin'?” Zoro asked, and the question stung at something in your heart.
Not bothering to look up, you just shrugged, and that didn't seem to please him. Because he didn't leave. He hovered, just like he had on the Polar Tang, but not under the same obligation. Luffy was back. It wasn’t coming from a place of temporary leadership. It was genuine care beneath the layers of stoicism.
Your stomach churned with another wave of guilt.
“Why do you ask?”
“Idiot's lookin’ at me like he wants to murder me more than usual.”
Eyes widened, your head snapped in the direction you had seen Zoro look. Of course, you knew Sanji was there. He'd been on your peripheral since he’d come back. You were so constantly aware of him that if you were any stronger, you might have unlocked an obsessive level of observation haki. It was even worse to see that Zoro's observation was correct. Sanji was glaring daggers into him; carving knives, maybe. It was distinct, and you were certain he wasn't looking at you. It was definitely, one hundred percent, directed at Zoro. The swirling felt worse, and you quickly looked back at the box. How the hell do you explain this? Should you?
“He's just being a hypocrite, that's all.” You grumbled, unceremoniously shoving through the supplies in the box. You set them aside, recognizing them as things used to maintain swords.
“A hypocrite, huh?” Zoro mused, eyes trailing back down to you knelt on the ground. “So, what'd exactly did he do to piss you off?”
“I-...don't-...”
You struggled because of course you wanted to talk about it. It's frustrating, and you'd been dealing with it all alone for weeks now. Zoro was your confidant before, even if he really just served as a body double to help you get through the days. But he gave you a lifeline, a *friend* if you needed it. You had denied the help he had extended more than once last time. Now, you wanted to talk, but you didn't know where to start, and starting meant letting Sanji see you vent to the man he’s ridiculously jealous of. So, you didn't continue. Just angrily shoved whet stones and oils to the ground.
Zoro hummed, and you didn't have to look up to hear the smirk in his voice. It immediately raised your hackles. Dick.
“You don't have to tell me,” He finally said, looking away. “Doesn't matter. I just thought you'd be happy to see each other. Shows what I know.”
Yeah, shows what you know, you thought bitterly. Your jaw clenched. Why did he sound so amused by it?!
“I just heard the dumbass wouldn't shut up about you. Usopp said it was getting annoying.”
That caught your attention. If your head wasn't screwed on, it might have fallen off with how quickly you looked up at Zoro. He kept his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance, and you were sure he dropped that information so casually on purpose. You stood up from the box, hands reaching to immediately grab Zoro's arms. He stiffened, but didn't move aside from turning his eye to you.
“What'd he say?!” You demanded, hands shaking his arms maybe just a bit more desperately than intended. That seemed to raise his hackles.
“Jeez - I don't know! You gotta ask Usopp about that. Or, I don't know, ask him yourself!” He snapped, pulling his arms away from your grasp. “Stop being a coward and talk to him already. You're both pissin’ me off!”
Zoro’s advice, no matter how blunt, was welcome. After all, what else were you going to do? Keep dancing around each other? This brief stint in Wano was just that - meant to be a wayward point on an overarching journey. There was no way that this could go on for too long. The moment somebody else noticed this conflict - especially Luffy - it would be over.
So, rip it off like a band-aid. Seemed smart. Merciful, even.
It was a misunderstanding. Right, of course. A misunderstanding.
I couldn’t get this idea out of my head so I’m starting a Donquixote card deck! Yes including all the number cards and name cards and the rest of the family >:)
Started with the aces bc I had the most concrete vision for them but expect the rest soon!
titsay
blakekathryn
jbbartram-illu
areudirty
annaxmalina
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snowghoul
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