cw/tags: nsfw sanji x reader, pussy eating
a/n: this idea popped into my head and i felt like if i didn't write it i would die so enjoy heh heh :3
wc: 976
It's like you can't move fast enough, hands sliding over sweat slick skin, frantic in their pace as you stumble across the deck of the ship, the rest of the crew's distant laughter fading as the two of you move deeper into the shadowed part of the deck.
"Need you," you whine into Sanji's mouth, slurred with the way your lips have barely separated.
His only response is a rough sound low in his chest as he pulls you impossibly closer with a hand on your waist, narrowly avoiding slamming you both into the paneled wall behind you. He cradles the back of your head with one of his hands, pressing you gently against the wood instead. Reaching blindly with the other he finds the doorknob. You don't open your eyes when you hear the sound of it turning—you don't need to, faithful in the way you trust him to get you where you need to be.
When his hand returns to your skin it burns like a brand, well manicured nails mapping a path across the landscape of your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He pulls you easily from the ground, one hand still buried in your hair and the other sturdy beneath your ass as he lifts you.
The last of the light you could see from behind your eyelids is extinguished with the creaking sound of the door being shut and the lock sliding into place. A familiar coolness touches the back of your thighs, the stone countertops leeching the summer heat from your skin as soon as he sets you upon them, a hand already making its way past the hem of your skirt.
Sanji's voice is thick, like he's holding something back from overflowing if only by a thread, "Sit tight."
You nod, even as a whine slips past your lips when he pulls away. Your eyes haven't adjusted yet so you can't really see, but you hear him take a couple steps, the sound of the fridge opening and closing, a beat of stillness, and then he's returning to you.
His fingers are cool when they find your skin again, the sensation leaves you gasping for air as he traces them across the shape of your thighs until he feels the hem of your panties, tugging them down and off without fanfare, pulling you to the edge of the counter as he drops to his knees.
One hand pushes at your inner thigh, his broad shoulders bullying them apart. Your fingers lace through his hair, the silky blonde locks unruly beneath your touch. He moves and something clatters against the inside of the sink before he parts his lips with a breathy sound, a soft puff of cool air hitting right where you're soaked and waiting for him. His position between your legs ensures you can't snap them closed at the feeling, nerves alight and he hasn't even touched you yet.
Sanji breathes a curse at your reaction and then wastes no time beginning to devour you. The initial frigid touch of his tongue to your overheated clit has you hissing a breath through your teeth before it quickly melts into a sound so depraved you'd be embarrassed about it if you could spare the brain power.
"Can't have you getting too hot," he muses between licking over your hole and pressing his tongue inside, "this feel better?"
You're breathing hard, chest heaving with each uninhibited wet sound of his mouth against you. His name spills from your lips, interrupted by pleas for more. Your nails dig into his scalp, and his dig into the meat of your thighs, holding you tight even as you try to squirm away from the overwhelming feeling of him.
It's maddening, the heat that radiates from inside you combined with the shocking cold of his mouth.
"S-sanji," you gasp, spine bowing.
He hums and you think you can feel a smile pull at his lips, still a little cool to the touch despite the way they're now covered in your slick.
You need, you're filled with it, close to bursting, hands scrambling for purchase against his shoulders. He fights it for only a split second, the way you pull him to his feet. Your legs wrap around the back of his thighs to pull him close as soon as he's up, fingers finding his back belt loop so he has no choice but to roll his hips forward into the cradle of your own.
Licking and sucking at his neck, savoring the salted taste of him, you make your way to his mouth, slick and just a touch cool from the lingering chill of the ice cube from before, sucking at his tongue while you roll your clit against the hardness in his pants—they're still fully done up, but you feel him start to come right before you yourself tip over the edge.
His hands on your face are demanding, like if he lets go you'll vanish into smoke, holding your mouth to his even though you're not kissing anymore, just panting against each other, exchanging air and heat and desperation as you ride through each cresting wave of feeling.
Sanji talks the whole time, moans in the shape of your name with each chasing movement of his hips, adding to the mess of cum already soaking through his pants.
"Oh my god," you breathe as your breathing begins to slow, lashes fluttering as they part.
He laughs softly, groaning when he makes some space between the two of you, sticky strands of shared arousal audible with the movement.
There's a snorting sound, and then he's teasing you though his voice is still rough, "You ruined my pants."
You can't help the laughter that falls from your lips, "I ruined your pants?!"
He's kissing you again before you can say more.
dividers by @/thecutestgrotto
