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Fallen Lily Chapter 4

Fallen Lily Chapter 4

“My Lady, what are you saying??” you sputter trying to wipe up the spilled tea you spilled on the table. Your eyes widened in shock, staring at her like she had grown 5 extra limbs. “Don't worry my dear flower, I'm simply planning a little vacation.” Shakky smirks at you.

“You're serious?...” you look her dead in the eye looking for any sort of sign that she was simply pulling your leg. But when you saw nothing of the sort all you could do is release a heavy sigh. “Fine…but I'm not letting you go alone…” you mumble, cleaning up the rest of the mess you made. Before thinking of preparations for Shakky’s said ‘little vacation’.

Over the time the two of you set sail to Pirate Island things between you and Shakky went somewhat back to normal. The two of you would still discuss books you were both reading and enjoy tea together. You weren't as flustered when she would step closer to you or when she would brush against you when walking past, you simply focused on what was in front of you paying her no actual mind. On the outside you were stoic but on the inside so many emotions stirred and clashed. You reveled in her attention just like anyone else to be honest but you weren’t sure she was serious. You knew how playful she’d get. You can’t deny that it stung a bit whenever you thought about how much happier she is when she even talks about the blond spectacled man and it made your stomach sink thinking that you were getting in the way of her happiness. Compared to the interactions you had seen between her and Rayleigh. You had seen how they looked at each other too. How Shakky looked at him like loving him set her truly free. 

And when he looked at Shakky, he looked at her as if leaving were a myth other people invented, something that could never apply to them. You hate to admit it but you’re happy Shakky found someone who truly sees and cares for her. But it still leaves a bitter taste in your mouth about how she still flirts with you. You internally scold yourself for never really telling you to stop but you also didn’t think she’d be serious about Rayleigh. Compared to how she reacted to everyone else. You just wish that she loved you like you loved her because that was something you had come to realize that you couldn’t compete with something as wonderful as that.

But little did you know whenever Shakky gazed at you, her gaze clung, not desperate but devoted, the way ivy climbs ruins without asking if the building wants to fall.

You were getting a bit sir crazy being on the ship for so long with not much to do. The anticipation of where the two of you were going and what Shakky planned to do at said destination was eating at you. She never exactly told you where the two of you were going. “My Lady, this is the fifth island we have been on. What exactly are we looking for?” you look up at the multiple maps laid out in front of you. Shakky’s chuckle drew your attention, your eyes locking in on hers. “A new beginning my Lily.” Her eyes soften as you tilt your head in confusion. 

The next day you docked at a small quiet island to restock on supplies. “My lady, if they have your tea in stock would you like me to buy it in bulk?” you say as you grab your bag and the shopping list. “No need. I will join you. I’ve been meaning to look for new clothes anyway.” she smiles before taking your hand in hers and leading you off the boat and onto the docks. 

When you both arrived at the center of town you took in the sights of all the different stalls and stores. Whenever Shakky left the amazon all eyes were drawn to her beauty but this time it was different. Not many people really paid the two of you any mind they were bustling about tending to their errands or ever they had going on that day. It was nice not being flocked by a bunch of people (mostly men) you could just go about your day and not have people all in your face. As you were taking in the sights, Shakky called your name “I found a fruit stall and it has few of your favorite fruits and I couldn't decide which ones to get so I was able to get them all for a discount.” she smirks happily showing you a basket almost overflowing with all sorts of fruits. You look behind her seeing the stall you assume she just came from as you see the fruit merchant leaned over with hearts in his eyes locked in on Shakky. “You are charming your way into getting free stuff again I see.” you couldn’t help but chuckle “thank you my lady i appreciate you thinking of me” you smile warmly at her before taking the basket from her. While you were settling your things and getting out your shopping list you didn’t see the tips of Shakky’s ears going a bit pink. “We should probably go get more clothes, Lily.” Shakky says taking your other arm and leading you to one of the many stores.

You assumed that she was going to go off on her own and meet you back at the center of the plaza but the only time she let go of you was to get something off the racks and hold it up next to. “You should try it on. This color would look good on you dear flower.” Shakky ushers you into the changing room with little time for you to object. “Um my lady…I don’t think this is for me…” you say nervously as you gaze at yourself in the mirror. The dress was way too short for your liking. “Well we won’t know until you come out here and show me darling.” The smile in her voice convinces you to come out. You were still hesitant though since you could practically feel the cool air on your ass and your tits feel like they’ll go spilling out any minute.

You couldn’t even utter a response with Shakky walking around you like a predator observing its prey. And her slight touches when it came to observing the outfit on you flustered you. “It looks really good on you.” she smiles warmly at you. “It's so revealing though..” you refuse to look at yourself in the mirror since you know your already warm face would combust at the sight in front of you. “Well it is hot on most of the islands we will visit and I don't want my dear flower to wilt in the heat.” Shakky smirks in victory before you even answer on whether or not you were going to get it. And eventually she gets a few more outfits for you before you sigh in defeat as she goes to the shop owner and purchases all the items.

After your shopping spree Shakky suggests that you both take your things back to the ship and continue enjoying the island and what it all had to offer. The two of you ease into idle banter and laugh your way up the plank and onto the ship. While you both settle in you don’t notice the sets of eyes locked in on you. 

Not too far from where you docked was Roger and Rayleigh who just so happen to be on a supply run. Roger was busy stuffing his face as he was still a bit angry about Rayleigh stopping him from going to talk to Shakky. “I uhg shee why eee ant gooo tulk ooo thwmmm!” Roger gobbles down more food. “How many times do I have to tell you I can’t understand you when your mouth is full.” Ray sighs. “I said I don’t see why we can’t go talk to them!” Roger huffs. “Because we have things to do and they clearly do too.” Rayleigh  pinches the bridge of his nose. “Humph! And to think Shakky is all fond of you and you won’t even go to say hi to her.” Roger pouts. All Rayleigh could do was roll his eyes. But then the both of them got quiet as they took in the sights of you. “Well…if you won’t let me go say hi to Shakky i can at least go and say hi with Petals.” a boyish grin forms on Roger’s face, his eyes not leaving you or the way your hips sway. “Roger…do not interrupt-” the blond is cut off and roger leaps from their ship onto the kuja pirates' slightly smaller ship.

“Oi! Petals!” Roger’s booming voice startles you causing you to drop some of your shopping bags. You hear a loud thud behind you and the floor shaking as the stomping gets closer. You sigh, picking up your bags. “Loud man thing.” you grumble before turning to face him. “It's been a while! Wanna stop by the tavern for a pint?” he towers over you leaning down a bit giving you a puppy dog eyed look. You look around on the deck and see that shakky’s not there. ‘She’ll be busy with putting stuff away…don’t want roger harassing her when she’s trying to relax.’ You let out a heavy sigh as you decide to take one for the team. “Fine…but you’re paying.” you walk past him. “Of course can’t let a lady such as yourself handle the tab.” he grins before scooping you up and throwing you over his shoulder and makes his way to town. As Shakky comes back out onto deck all she hears is you scream “ROGER PUT ME DOWN!” and his loud laughter right after.

Once he found a pub that caught his eye he finally put you down. The both of you enter and he goes straight to the counter to order something while you go to find a spot away from a lot of people.  Roger comes over with two large things of ale and a menu in his hand. “Did you have to get so much? It's larger than your empty head.” you grumble still taking it from him. Roger just giggles after taking a huge gulp from his tankard. “I figured you’d only want one drink so I got you one that’d be worth the berri.” he grins handing you the menu. “Wasn’t sure if you wanted anything ta eat so I snagged a menu so you can get something.” your face heats up the kind gestures from him flustering you as you take the menu mumbling a thanks. You finally decide on what to eat and Roger then gets up to order for you. 

Even though you and Shakky have traveled to various islands you still weren’t used to such large groups of people. When you traveled with your fellow Kuja Sisters this strange feeling never came about. But now that it's just you and your lady you feel vulnerable, like a candle sitting in the rain. And you hate to admit it but being around Roger wasn't that bad. He was extremely loud and impulsive but he was kind and surprisingly considerate. 

“You ‘ere all by yourself beautiful?” Your thoughts were interrupted by a sour stench invading your nose. You look up from your drink and your sites land on the intruder. You don't even give him an answer, you just raise a brow before your eyes land on the other drink across from you. Clearly he doesn't take the hint before he attempts to try and be smooth with putting his arm behind you. “Ugh! Disgusting!” Your patience ran out as you grabbed the hand that was about to touch your shoulder and twist it till you had his arm locked behind his back. “How dare you not only invade my personal space but attack me with your foul stench!” you restraining the drunk alerted those around you including his crewmates which were quick to jump to his defense. The minute you heard multiple footsteps charging in your direction you quickly picked up the annoying man you had restrained and launched him right into a few of his crewmates causing them to all stumble onto the ground. One unsheathed his sword and started trying to stab you but you swiftly dodge all his attempts at harming you. You were so focused on finding an opening to disarm the swordsman you failed to realize another one of his crewmates pulled out a rifle and had it aimed right at you. One shot just barely hit you as you kick the sword man in his chest. “Your aim is as bad as your captain's hygiene.” You smirk over at the rifleman before chugging down the rest of your drink charging at the rifleman before smashing the giant glass ale jar on his skull. You knew you couldn't keep this up forever you were outnumbered and your weapon was back on the ship. “Shit you mutter” as the swordsman gets up immediately going in to try and stab you in the stomach. You go to brace the brunt of the attack but a strong eerie wave of raw power is felt from behind you. You barely have the energy to turn your head because of the power of this invisible force but you see Roger right behind you giving the men this deadly look that had even you internally shudder. “Roger…?” You whisper. You can hardly recognize him, you're so used to him smiling or making a goofy face. “IS THAT GOL D ROGER?!” the swordsman dropped his sword panicking. 

“The Roger Pirates?? They're here on our island?!” someone mumbles “Did you alert the marines? We can’t risk such dangerous pirates being on our island…” another islander said, failing to whisper. “Looks like we have to dash and dine Petals!” Roger faces you with a grin, he  throws you over his shoulder again, sprinting out the door and towards the docks, avoiding things thrown at the two of you and bullets being shot in your direction. “Wah! Wait, you're not going to fight them?!” you scream over the crowd of marines chasing after you. “Sorry gorgeous, don't wanna risk you getting hurt! Plus Rayleigh is gonna have a fit since they know the crew's here and then he won't be able to shop in peace.” he cackles before making a sudden turn around the corner avoiding more bullets. 

The next thing you know he's practically stomped all around the island avoiding the marines that were called and now you're trapped in a cramped, dark, and cold crevice that was in the town's brick wall. Roger pulls you close to his chest as you're both trapped in a tiny crevice in the rock wall. His hairy chest is smothering you, you could hardly breathe. “Can't. Breathe.” You try to huff out. He looks down at you confused before you finally tilt your head to a certain angle. “I can't breathe!” You hiss glaring at him. Then Roger pulls you through a small space into a secluded area. Covered in lush green vegetation and clearing that's right before a cliff with a view of the sea.

“There they are!” The moment of peace was ruined, the marines finally found the two of you. You were going to get into a fighting stance when you felt a gentle pull on your wrist. “Do you trust me?” For once Roger looks serious and that scares you. The selfish buffoon that came charging into Shakky’s and your’s lives who was always happy and silly all of a sudden had a stone cold face? It terrified you. He senses your hesitation before he says your name to snap you out of it and that causes you to look at him wide-eyed before you nod. He gently picks you up and runs towards the cliff. “W-wait Roger what are you-?!” you panic, clinging to him for dear life. You squeeze your eyes shut hoping that your demise is quick. As the two of you descend towards the ocean the small kuja vessel is quick to swoop by. You hear your name being called which causes you to open your eyes seeing Lady Shakky and Rayleigh on board stopping the ship in enough time for the two of you to board. Rayleigh and Shakky both reach out to catch you. Rayleigh carrying you bridal style in his arms holding you close. The two of them completely forget about Roger. “You alright hun? That was quite a long drop.” Shakky says with her arms wrapping around you as Rayleigh sets you down. Her eyes scan over your form making sure you weren’t hurt or anything. Rayleigh also stood close making sure you had no injuries which was surprising to you he was showing such care and gentleness. You were going to answer until all you all hear are curses from down below in the water. “Rayleigh you blond bastard! YOU CATCH HER BUT NOT ME?!” he whines and scrambles onto the ship. “There is no way I'm going out of my way to risk breaking my back to catch you.” Rayleigh snaps back his hand still on your back to support you. Almost as if he's afraid something else might happen to you if you let go.

“Roger what the hell were you thinking?! Are you out of your mind?! She could have gotten hurt or worse!.” the blond scolds him. Before Roger could argue back you couldn’t help but bust out laughing at the scene before you. Roger had an octopus attached to his butt, two starfish attached to his chest and a huge knot on his forehead from possibly hitting his head on a rock when he landed in the water. As he struggled to take it off your laughter only increased and you released a snort as the octopus scurried away. You were too busy laughing you hadn’t realized the 3 sets of eyes staring at you. How all 3 of them looked at you as if you were the center of the universe. Committing the beautiful and rare sight of you laughing and smiling into their memories.

Ch 3

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Note: I'm so sorry y'all this took so long i am immediately working on Ch 5 And thanks to those who helped me improve my writing (theres so many of you idk if i could remember yalls tags and also i love yall you helped me improve so much) work has been kicking my ass...im looking for another job thats not as taxing or the shifts aren't so long and i got a car and moved into a new place! :> so thats some good news! anyway i drew my version of Reader (aka nicknamed Lily bc the title lol its also an oc of mine in one of my original stories i want to work on eventually)

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Could I possibly request a Jinbe blurb with an anxious reader insert? (Love your writing and hope your days have been well!)

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Sorry if this is bad I'm not very good with writing speech/dialog im better at writing actions?? I think???

You always did your best to maintain and hide your anxiety. you'd keep your head down avoiding eye contact whenever too many people were looking at you. Sometimes you'd pick at your nails or skin. You can't remember when anyone started noticing these anxious moments you'd have.

The first time it was when you had an idea you wanted to share with the others. As usual robin, nami, and sanji awaited for you to say something, but with luffy and usopp being more rowdy than usual they couldn't quite hear you and you of course cleared your throat which caused them to quiet down. then you felt it all the eyes on you. you know that your crewmates, your friends would never judge you but you couldn't help it. before the panic sets in thought you feel a giant cool hand on your smaller warm one preventing you from picking at your nails. and as he holds your hand reassuringly, you felt that suffocating heavy feeling go away and you finally had the courage to to tell them your idea.

The second time was when you all went exploring on an island you, chopper, usopp, and jinbe all went to go help find supplies for usopp for his inventions and to help him make more ammo and also helping chopper stock up on herbs for medicine. You somehow got separated from the rest of group focused on the cute and colorful hair ties you saw at a stall. You couldn't help but think that jinbe would like one but there were so many that you couldn't decide. You picked up a few and observed them and then put them back. 'Maybe something that compliments his skin?' You thought before you finally decide on a golden one. But as you reach to grab it someone else also grabs at it. "O-oh sorry" you immediately retract tour hand back as they throw a possessive glare your way and snatching the golden hair tie away. There it was again that suffocating feeling as the person starts yelling at you. You didn't register them getting closer practically spitting on you. A big blur blur appears in front of and it was suddenly silent the stall person who was accusing you of stealing had a look of horror as none other than jinbe stood towering over her. The issue was quickly resolved as you can't even recall how he descalated the situation you were too busy paying attention to his hand firmly placed on shoulder. How normally his hands would be cool this time his hand was warm against you. a small gentle squeeze from his hand as if he were saying 'im here' or 'Everything will alright now.' And that suffocating feeling is gone again. But the butterflies in your stomach increases more and more as he lingers as he let's his presence be known especially in your time of need.

Annnnnddd I ran out of brain juice im sorry 😭🥺

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My Oc Lotus and Mihawk 🤭👀🧛🏿‍♀️

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Giants not only are taller than humans, but they also live a lot longer. So their lifespans I think they tend to be around 3 times the lifespan of an average human.

My guess is that although Loki is way older than his human partner (he's 63 after all) in giant terms, he is still young. Like around... in his early twenties. Very early twenties.

So, you may be on your twenties or thirties, married to Loki and with a couple of children and somehow you are both younger and older than your ancient giant husband. And Loki is sooo smug about it. Unbelievably smug. He can't stop bragging.

He'll casually show you around other giants like:

"Hey, check out the hot MILF I pulled."

And yes, the lifespan difference worries him to no end. He doesn't want to live in a world where your spark has been put downtoo soon. He doesn't want your children to grow up without their mother. Loki vows he'll find a way to extend your lifespan, no matter the cost, no matter how hard it gets.

You are not leaving them.

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other pirates / marine - m!one piece x chubby fem!reader

He pulls you back onto him when you try to crawl away from overstimulation

featuring. shanks, dracule mihawk, donquixote doflamingo, charlotte katakuri, crocodile, caesar clown, buggy, smoker cw/tags (19+ Only | Minors DNI). explicit smut, pwp, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, inappropriate use of devil fruits, cnc, dirty talk

Shanks

Shanks had you on your back, legs wrapped around his waist as he moved inside you with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips.

His cock dragged along your walls at an almost torturous pace, stretching you open so perfectly with every deep, lazy thrust. He savored the way your soft curves trembled beneath him, how your plush thighs squeezed around him, and the little gasps you made each time he ground against that sweet spot of yours.

"Easy now, sweetheart," he murmured against your neck, voice low and warm with that signature grin. "No need to rush... I could stay buried in you like this all night."

His hand roamed appreciatively over the soft swell of your stomach, squeezing gently, then moved up to cup one of your tits as he kept up his unhurried rhythm. The pleasure built gradually, wave after wave, until it became too much and your nerves felt raw, oversensitive from how long he'd been edging you like this.

"Shanks--nngh, please--it's too much," you whimpered, pushing weakly at his chest.

You twisted beneath him and started crawling away on shaky arms, trying to escape the overwhelming intensity.

A playful, husky chuckle escaped him.

Before you could get far, his arm wrapped around your waist and yanked you right back toward him and he pinned you down into the bed in one smooth motion and pulled your hips up high.

"Oh no you don't," Shanks laughed, voice thick with teasing affection. "You're not slipping away from me that easy."

He lined himself up and slammed his cock back inside you in one hard thrust, bottoming out deep. The sudden roughness made you cry out into the sheets.

His pace shifted instantly, no longer slow and lazy. He started pounding into you with powerful, relentless snaps of his hips, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room. Your soft curves bounced and jiggled with every brutal thrust, ass rippling as he drove into your soaked pussy.

"Fuuuck, you feel incredible," he groaned, gripping your hip tightly, fingers sinking into plush flesh. "All warm and tight... squeezing me so good even when you're trying to get away."

You sobbed from the overstimulation, legs shaking hard, but Shanks kept you anchored in place. His hand slid under you to grope your stomach lovingly while simultaneously yanking you back onto his cock with each forward thrust.

He leaned over your back, red hair tickling your skin as he nipped at your shoulder.

"C'mon, baby... don't fight it," he teased breathlessly, voice still carrying that warm, cheeky tone even as he railed you harder. "I know you can take it. My pretty girl always does ♥"

He angled his hips to hit your sweet spot over and over, fucking you with rough, confident strokes. Sweat slicked your bodies as he kept up the intense rhythm, clearly loving how overwhelmed and messy you were for him.

Every time you tried to squirm forward even a little, he just laughed softly and pulled you right back, burying himself deeper.

"That's it... let me hear those pretty sounds," he praised, voice husky. "You're not going anywhere until I've had my fill of this perfect body."

Dracule Mihawk

Mihawk had you pinned beneath him in a deep mating press, his movements slow and precise as he rolled his hips.

His cock slid in and out of your creaming pussy with controlled depth, dragging against every sensitive ridge inside you. He watched your face intently with those sharp golden eyes as one large hand rested possessively on the plush swell of your stomach, fingers occasionally pressing down hard until he could feel himself moving inside you.

"You are trembling already," he observed quietly, voice low and composed. "Yet your body continues to pull me deeper."

The slow, intense rhythm had gone on for so long that pleasure had turned into overwhelming overstimulation. Every stroke felt like too much, your walls fluttering and twitching around his cock as tears gathered in your eyes.

"Mihawk, L-love--I need a moment--" you gasped, voice breaking.

You pushed against his chest and twisted away, managing to slip from his grasp just enough to roll onto your stomach. On trembling legs, you started crawling toward the edge of the bed, desperate for relief.

You could hear a quiet exhale from behind you before his hand shot out with lightning speed, fingers wrapping firmly around your thick ankle. With one powerful tug, Mihawk yanked you back across the sheets until he had you where he wanted again.

"Escaping me?" His velvet voice murmured, laced with subtle amusement. "How foolish."

He flipped you onto all fours and mounted you instantly with no warming and slammed his cock back inside you in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The sudden roughness ripped a strangled moan out of you.

Mihawk began fucking you hard, hips snapping forward with raw power and precision. Each punishing thrust made your plush thighs and ass ripple violently, your tits jostling beneath you while being pressed into the mattress.

"You will not run," he growled low, one hand fisting your hair to arch your back while the other gripped your soft hip hard enough to leave marks. He pulled you back onto his cock with every forward drive, his balls tapping at your clit, stimulating you even further.

Your body shook uncontrollably from the overstimulation, but Mihawk showed no mercy. He railed you with deep, devastating strokes, angling perfectly to hit that sensitive spot inside you without fail.

"So soft and warm around me," he murmured, voice strained yet still controlled. "Yet so greedy. You can take more of this."

He leaned over your back, teeth sinking sharply into your shoulder as he pounded harder. Sweat glistened on your skin as he kept you locked in place, refusing to let even an inch of distance form between you.

Every time you tried to crawl forward even slightly, his grip tightened and he dragged you right back, impaling you deeper on his thick cock. His breathing grew heavier against your neck, but his rhythm remained relentless and dominant.

"Stay," he commanded quietly, voice rough with lust. "You will come again for me like this. I want to feel you fall apart while I take what is mine."

Mihawk's intense gaze burned into you as he continued, wringing every broken moan and shudder from you with masterful control.

Donquixote Doflamingo

Doflamingo lounged back against the headboard with a lazy grin while you straddled him, riding his cock with exhausted rolls of your hips.

Your thighs burned as you ground down on his cock, barely able to do more than slow, tired circles. Sweat glistened on your body as your tits bounced with each weak movement. He watched you with amusement, hands resting behind his head like he was enjoying a show.

"Fufufu... getting tired already?" he teased, voice low and mocking. "Keep moving, little dove. I want to feel you work for it."

The overstimulation had crept up slowly. Your pussy was swollen and hypersensitive, every grind sending sharp sparks through your exhausted body. You couldn't take any more.

"Doffy... I can't--" you whined with a hiccup.

You tried to lift yourself off him, but your shaky legs gave out, impaling yourself again by accident. Desperate, you slid sideways and started crawling away across the large bed as your body quivered with each movement.

"Oh? You think we’re done here?"

Thin strings shot out instantly, wrapping tightly around your wrists, ankles, and waist. With a sharp tug, Doflamingo dragged you right back across the sheets like a helpless puppet, flipping you onto your back in front of him.

"You're not finished yet~" he sang, grinning wide.

More strings lifted your legs high, spreading your thick thighs obscenely wide and folding your knees toward your chest. He used the strings like marionette wires to lift you off the bed and over him, before dropping and impaling you on his cock in one brutal motion.

You screamed as he filled you completely.

No more slow grinding, he was over that. He immediately started fucking you with vicious, upward thrusts, using the strings to slam your body down onto his cock in perfect time with his hips. Your whole body bounced with every savage impact.

"Fufufu! Look at you," he laughed breathlessly, eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure behind his glasses. "All spread open and helpless on my cock. This is how I like you best."

The strings kept your legs locked wide and high, completely controlling your movements as he railed you mercilessly. Every hard thrust punched deep, the wet slap of your bodies loud and filthy. He used another set of strings to pinch and tug at your nipples while one teased at your swollen clit.

"Struggle all you want," he growled, voice thick with lust. "These strings aren't letting you go anywhere until this cunt is ruined."

He brought you down harder with the strings, impaling you deeper with every snap of his hips. Your plush body jolted violently as he fucked you like a toy, his grin never fading.

"Cry louder for me," he demanded, laughing darkly. "I love how you tremble when you're overwhelmed. Such a perfect little plaything~♥"

Doflamingo kept you suspended and spread, strings digging into your soft flesh as he pounded upward without mercy. He was lost in the thrill of controlling every inch of your pleasure, dragging out your overstimulation until you were a broken, dripping mess.

Charlotte Katakuri

Katakuri had you in his lap, facing him as he guided your movements with his hands on your hips as his massive cock stretched you wide while he rolled his hips upward in shallow, measured thrusts. 

Even in the heat of it, his expression remained mostly composed, though his eyes softened with rare affection as he watched your body move against him. Your tits were pressed warmly against his broad chest while your stomach squishing against his abs with every slow grind.

"You are doing so well," he praised, voice low and steady, almost soothing. "Taking me so deeply..." although he was barely half way inside of you.

But the long session had pushed you past your limit. Pleasure had turned into overwhelming overstimulation as your pussy fluttered and clenched uncontrollably around him. Your thighs shook violently against his sides.

"Katakuri--I’m so full--I can’t take much more of this…" you breathed through gritted teeth, looking at where the two of you remained connected.

You pushed against his chest and slid off him, stumbling across the large bed, desperate for a moment to recover.

His right arm transformed into flowing mochi and the sticky, flexible substance stretched across the distance and wrapped firmly around your waist and thighs. With a gentle, controlled pull, he dragged you back toward him, the mochi gently but inescapably binding your soft body.

"No, not when you need this as much as I do," he said calmly before he flipped you onto your back and loomed over you. 

More mochi extended from his shoulders, wrapping around your wrists and pinning them above your head while another thick strand looped under your knees. He folded your thick thighs high and wide, spreading you completely open.

Then he pushed his cock back into your pussy with one powerful thrust, burying himself completely unlike before. The sudden pressure of your body adjusting to his full length ripped a loud cry from you.

His pace turned more rough and demanding as he used his strength to slam his hips forward as though trying to get himself even deeper than he already was.

The mochi held you perfectly in place, keeping your legs spread wide and your arms restrained. Despite the roughness, his touch remained protective, almost reverent as he watched your reactions closely.

"You are so soft and warm," he growled quietly, voice strained but still composed. "So perfect like this... overwhelmed and full of me."

With his size it was impossible not to brush your sweet spot with each movement, making tears spill down your cheeks as your body shook hard in his restraints, but Katakuri did not relent. 

"You feel incredible when you squeeze around me like this," he praised, leaning down to press a surprisingly tender kiss to your forehead even as he pounded into you. "Let go. I will hold you through it."

His thrusts grew even harder, the bed creaking loudly beneath you both. He kept you completely trapped in his embrace, refusing to let you escape the pleasure he was determined to give you.

"I want to feel you come apart again... my beautiful, soft girl."

Katakuri's intense gaze never left your face for long as he drove into you relentlessly, using his mochi to keep you locked exactly where he wanted while he chased for your release.

Crocodile

Crocodile had you bent over the edge of the bed with your upper body pressed into the silk sheets as he took you from behind.

His cock stretched you open with each deep, controlled thrust, the weight of his body keeping you pinned. One large hand gripped your soft hip while his golden hook rested against the plush curve of your ass, cool metal teasing your heated skin. 

"There we go... just like that," he drawled, voice low and smug. "You're going to take every inch until I decide otherwise."

The long, unhurried pace had pushed you into dangerous territory as every slow drag of his cock made your nerves scream as your legs shook beneath him.

"Fuck~♥” you swore, gripping the sheets below you. “I’m getting too sensitive, show a bit of mercy Croc--" you plead died with a moan as he hit your sweet spot dead on.

You clawed at the sheets and tried to crawl forward unsuccessful, unable to pull yourself off of his cock in your frantic attempt for relief.

"Mercy? From me?"

Sand suddenly burst from his left hand, swirling around your waist and thighs, stopping you in your attempt to get away.

"You're not going anywhere until I've had my fill," he growled smugly.

Before you could recover, his hook slid around the front of your neck and pulled you upright onto your knees, pressing your back flush against his chest. The curved metal rested firmly under your chin, keeping you arched and trapped.

"Pathetic thing," he laughed darkly into your ear. "Begging for mercy while this greedy cunt keeps sucking me in."

He immediately started pounding into you, hips snapping upward hard and deep. Your soft body jolted violently in this new position, tits bouncing wildly, plush stomach shaking with every brutal thrust.

His free hand reached around to roughly grope and squeeze your tits, pinching your nipples hard while his hook kept your neck secured against him. The new angle let him drive even deeper, hitting that sensitive spot even harder than before.

"Look at these tits bouncing for me," he growled smugly, voice thick with lust as he kneaded and slapped the soft flesh. "So perfect... made to be played with while I take you how I want."

You moan loudly from the overwhelming overstimulation, but Crocodile only fucked you harder. The sand around your thighs kept your legs spread wide as he railed you relentlessly from behind.

"You don't get to run from what you asked for this morning, remember?" he growled, voice rough with lust. "You said it yourself that this body is mine to use... and I'm nowhere near done with you."

Every powerful thrust made your body ripple. His hand continued mauling your tits, tugging your nipples and squeezing the plush flesh as he pounded upward without mercy. The hook under your neck kept you perfectly displayed and helpless.

"It's like you were made to be fucked like this."

He kept you locked in the kneeling position as his low, mocking laughter mixed with your broken cries as he dragged out your overstimulation, clearly savoring every tremble.

Caesar Clown

Caesar had you on all fours while he fucked you with steady, rhythmic thrusts at a brisk consistent pace, each one perfectly angled as he continued his 'experiment' that had already been going for well over 2 hours. 

His dug his fingers into your hips while he observed every twitch and moan, constantly fine-tuning his movements like the dedicated scientist he was.

"Shurororo~ Yes! Look at those beautiful reactions!" he cackled. "Your pussy is clenching so perfectly around me.--Such excellent data!"

This relentless pace he kept up for more than sixty minutes had completely destroyed you. Your nerves were fried raw from the extended session as he exploited every sensitive spot.

"Caesar--ahh--it's too much, I can't handle it anymore--" you begged, voice shaking and desperate.

You lunged forward and tried to scramble away for any relief from the overwhelming intensity.

"Oh no you don't! You're not ruining my experiment!"

Thick pinkish aphrodisiac gas suddenly burst out from Caesar's body, flooding the air and filling your lungs. The gas hit your senses instantly, making your skin burn hotter and pussy throb with desperate, aching need as your mind grew foggy with forced arousal.

Even as you felt overstimulated, the gas made you crave him even more.

Before you could crawl another inch, Caesar's fingers wrapped around your waist and yanked you back hard. He dragged your body right back to him, flipping you onto your back with a wide grin.

"Shurororo! That's it--breathe it in deeper," he cackled, eyes gleaming with chaotic delight. "My special aphrodisiac will make you need my cock even more~"

He slammed his cock back into your pussy, forcing a loud, broken moan from your throat. His pace instantly became fast and punishing as he started fucking you erratically.

Your tits bounced with every thrust while the aphrodisiac gas continued pouring into the room, making every sensation feel electric and unbearable.

"You feel that? Your body is begging for me now!" Caesar groaned, voice whiny yet dominant as he pounded into you. "Look at you trembling and dripping... so insightful!"

He leaned over you, his hands pinning your wrists to the bed.

"Trying to crawl away from me? How rude!" he laughed breathlessly. "Now you're going to cum until you can't think straight. All thanks to my genius gas~"

The mix of his rough, frantic pounding and the overwhelming aphrodisiac left you sobbing and moaning uncontrollably as your body burned with desperate need.

Caesar kept you trapped beneath him, fucking you like a madman lost in his favorite experiment. Which he was, to be fair.

"This cunt is going to milk me dry while you lose your mind for me."

Buggy

Buggy had you on your stomach with his cock buried deep inside you as he fucked you with frantic, desperate thrusts.

His torso floated above you while his hips slammed against your ass, driving his cock into your creaming pussy. You were filled to the brim and dripping messily with both your releases, the obscene wet sounds loud with every thrust.

"This is the best pussy in the Grand Line, I swear!" he moaned loudly, voice cracking.

"I can't--Buggy Baby--I need a second--PleEEase" you gasped, voice breaking.

You started crawling forward, trying to escape his relentless cock.

A high-pitched, whimper tore out of Buggy the moment he felt your pussy pull away from him.

"Wait--no! D-Don't leave me like this!"

His floating upper body zipped forward and pushed down hard on your shoulders, forcing your plush body back onto his thrusting hips. At the same time, his detached hands floated around to your front, greedily grabbing your tits and roughly pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples.

"Mmmph--fuck, you feel so good~♥" he whimpered. His head floated beside yours, capturing your lips in a sloppy, messy kiss, tongue pushing deep as he drooled into your mouth.

You tried to crawl away again, pushing forward with a broken sob, which Buggy matched.

"Nooo--come back!"

His cock suddenly detached completely, staying buried deep inside your dripping pussy and continued to thrust on its own with frantic energy.

His full body, save for his cock and hands, quickly reassembled behind you as sat back on his knees, eyes wide and glassy as he watched you.

His detached cock, now free from his hips, started ramming into you even harder and deeper than before, with no body to restrict the motion, allowing it to piston wildly and reach impossibly deep with every stroke.

"Fuuuck--look at you," Buggy moaned breathlessly, voice trembling as he watched your soft body writhe and jolt in pleasure. His floating hands continued twisting and pinching your nipples. "You're losing it... shit, you look so hot like this."

He stayed back and watched greedily, biting his lip as his detached cock slammed into you relentlessly, pushing more of your mixed releases out with every thrust. His hands kept tugging and rolling your nipples as he took in every tremble and broken moan you let you.

"J-just a little more, baby, please..." he begged, voice. "I can't stop yet... you look too perfect taking me like this ♥"

Even as his own body shook from overstimulation, Buggy remained fixated on the sight of you falling apart for him.

Smoker

Smoker had you bent over his wooden desk with your tits and stomach squished against scattered documents as he fucked you from behind.

His cock stretched you with every heavy stroke, the desk groaning under the intensity. Two cigars burned between his teeth, smoke lazily drifting through the room while the windows were already completely covered in a thick white haze for privacy.

"Always so damn needy," he grunted, one rough hand gripping your plush hip as he drove into you. "You're making a mess of my desk... again."

The relentless rhythm had quickly pushed you into overstimulation. Your pussy throbbed, hypersensitive and twitching around his girth with every deep drag.

"Nngh~♥ W-Wait--slow down, my body can't--eeii!--handle this--" you gasped in broken pieces.

You pushed your hands against the desk and tried to crawl forward, desperate to escape the intense pleasure flooding your body.

"You're not going anywhere," he grunted.

A single hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you back against his hips, burying his cock deep inside again in one motion.

That was the only warning you got before he started fucking you harder, hips snapping forward, making your body rippled wildly against the desk. Then he leaned over you, smoke curling from his mouth as he spoke against your ear.

"Keep trying to crawl away and I'll clear the smoke from that window, press you right up against the glass and fuck you there instead.--Let every marine outside see how well this slutty body takes my cock."

The threat made you clench hard around him.

Smoker let out a surprised, rough groan, his hips faltering for a moment.

"Shit... you just got tighter," he muttered, sounding both annoyed and smug. "You really like that idea? Heh, you filthy girl."

He immediately picked up the pace, pounding into you with deep, brutal strokes. Thick smoke tendrils slipped under your body, one pressing firmly against your swollen clit while another teased your nipples, adding sharp stimulation while he railed you.

"Making such a mess..." he grumbled, gripping your hip tighter. "and dripping all over my reports... yet still squeezing me like you want me to follow through on that threat."

You sobbed into the desk from the overwhelming sensation, his gruff words ringing in your ears. Your legs shook violently, but Smoker kept you pinned in place, refusing to let you escape even an inch.

"Stay right there," he ordered. "--Or I'll live up to my word, it's your decision."

TAG LIST: @matronofthevoid

a/n. *throws another smut genade during lunch and flees to answer work emails* I rushed editing because this is well over a month late since I was practicing me smut writing, any mistakes are what they areeeeee

[voodoochildthings]

Live to serve

Sanji x reader

You and Sanji have a mutually beneficial agreement.

Word count: 4K

Tags: MDNI! smut, 18+, secret relationship, Sanji loves to please, oral sex, fingering, p in v, multiple orgasms.

A/N: I've always had a little crush on Sanji, but it's become unbearable since OPLA came out. And I blame Taz Skylar and his Instagram account.

Enjoy!

You snort and shake your head at the boys while you get up and clear your plate, the mood in the kitchen light and cheerful. Both Luffy and Chopper are back to pretending to be walruses again and Usopp has engaged in an enthralling tale about the Sniper King’s adventures, but as fun as an evening of camaraderie might be, you have different plans for tonight. 

Sanji’s bent over a cutting board, garnishing a cheese platter that he just threw together when you put down your plate at the sink, casually excusing yourself from the party. 

“I’m gonna call it a night, I still have some work to do. You guys have fun! Oh and… Sanji? I probably could still go for some dessert later, if you wanna whip something up. I’m in the mood for something salty today, I think.”

Out of the corner of your eye you see Nami waving good-bye, Robin’s head turning, and, of course, Sanji just about catching the drink he almost toppled when he heard your request. You don’t turn to look at him, not wanting to risk Robin catching your glance. Discovering your little arrangement. She really is annoyingly perceptive, that one.

A little over half an hour later you’re sitting at your desk, brows furrowed over today’s newspaper. You’re trying to align the information printed with the things your little birds from all over the world wrote to you in their letters when you hear a knock at the door. Two short raps, followed by a long one. 

“Come in.”

The door creaks open, and a half bowing, long, slender figure appears in the doorway. Funny how he can make himself so small, you think as Sanji slips inside your room, quietly closing the door behind him. 

“Evenin’, love.” 

He straightens up as he makes his way toward you just to bow down low again when he reaches you. You can feel his cheek brushing against your hair, how he's greedily inhaling your scent while his hand carefully places a small plate in front of you, careful not to put it on your documents. 

“Chocolate soufflé, with a dash of Aqua Laguna salt. And I still had some of those white strawberries you liked so much.” The tone of his voice is so sultry, so charming, it sends a tingle down your spine. You turn a little to look at him, his keen eyes observing your reaction.

“That looks delicious, Sanji, thank you,” you say as you pick up the spoon, take a bite of the treat. You close your eyes, savor the explosion of flavors on your tongue with a soft hum as you lick the spoon clean. When you open your eyes again you can see Sanji staring at your mouth, his lips slightly parted, almost drooling on your shoulder. You have to giggle when a needy little huff leaves him. “Anything for you, dear.”

“Roll your tongue back up, Sanji,” you smirk, and he snaps back to reality. “You know you’re gonna be using it quite a bit.”

You can hear Sanji inhaling deeply, breath staggering as his ears turn pink. He clears his throat, takes a step back and sits on the edge of your desk. 

“Anything specific you're in the mood for today?”

You turn on your seat to fully look at him, standing there. He’s got his hands stuffed away in his pockets, you can see they’re balled into fists beneath the silky fabric of his trousers. His eyes are glued to you, follow you around the room as you stand up and walk over to your vanity.

“You know, I’m still not done working. I really have to figure some stuff out…” you sigh dramatically as you reach under your skirt, hook the waistband of your panties with one finger and quickly pull them down. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t get started.”

Sanji all but squeals as his head snaps to the side, turning to follow your panties’ trajectory as they fly over to the bed. You can’t help the self-satisfied smile on your face, you just love watching him like that. Big ocean eyes, adoring, practically begging for you to let him do your bidding. You know he has very little self-control when it comes to beautiful women, that he will bend over backwards to get praise from anyone with a nice pair of tits and a pretty smile, but you know he'll drop anyone if you summon him. He's even pried himself away from Nami to revere you.

It was purely carnal at first. You had gotten drunk on a long voyage after not setting foot on land for weeks, things had gotten boring for everyone on the Thousand Sunny. So you threw a party. Everyone had had a blast, and Sanji had waited on you, Nami and Robin hand and foot. Paid you compliments. Boosted your ego. And it had made something stir deep inside of you. 

You can’t fully recall the events of that evening, but you do distinctly remember squeezing his face with one of your hands, telling him that you’d kill him if he was ever to breathe a word of what was about to happen to a living soul – or Brooke – and then you’d been on each other. And boy, had he delivered. 

You had always imagined Sanji to be like one of those firecrackers that immediately exploded in your hand, but you’d never been so wrong. Behind the facade of that lovesick puppy, chasing after any short skirt, getting a nose bleed from talking to a woman for too long, there was an animal lurking, a lion waiting to be freed from his cage.

You don’t remember how many times he had made you come that night, but it was more than enough to break your previous record, and to make you crave more of it as soon as you were able to walk straight again. And Sanji? Happy to do your every bidding. Now, you'd like to think what you're doing is strictly physical, but if you were honest you would have to admit to yourself that you enjoy the attention. Really enjoy it.

When you’re back at your desk, you lay your hand on Sanji's cheek, softly guide him onto his knees as you sit back down. You’re met with zero resistance, and you feel his nose running up the inside of your leg as soon as he’s vanished under the table. You have to grin to yourself as you hear his blissful sigh, then you get back to work on your letters.

You feel Sanji’s hands wandering up and down your legs, caressing every inch of your skin with the soft tips of the fingers he’s so careful never to use in a fight, peppering feather-light kisses all over you. He pries your legs open, just like you’ve seen him do to all kinds of exotic fruit with practised ease, slowly getting you ready for what he’s about to give you. 

When his mouth finally reaches the inside of your thigh, he, apparently not being able to help himself, bites down on your flesh longingly, prompting a small moan full of surprise from you. It makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and you want to reach under the table, grab a fistful of his hair, tell him he’s doing good, but you’re not there yet.

You close your eyes, take a deep breath, focus on the sensation between your legs and try to relax. You've noticed over the past couple of weeks that Sanji has this weird, pressure relieving effect on you that's so much more enduring than when you just get yourself off. He'll just keep working you for hours and hours on end, putting you in an almost trance-like state as he pleasures you just the way you like it, without even so much as thinking about his own high.

You've learned not to be impatient, to savor Sanji's diligence as he makes sure every inch of your body gets worshipped the way it should. Your lower half is already tingling nicely when he finally comes close to where you really want him.

Your back arches involuntarily when his tongue runs up the inside of your thigh, you can feel your legs twitching but Sanji's firm grip keeps you in place. He places a kiss right in the valley where your leg ends, and then one more further up. You're not sure when you started holding your breath, but the gasp shaking your body when he finally runs his tongue through your folds fills your lungs with new life.

You feel the vibration in your core as he hums into your body, satisfied with the response he's eliciting from you. You can feel him nuzzling his nose into you, tongue lapping up every bit of wetness he can find. The first time he went down on you like that you were genuinely scared he'd suffocate, but you've come to learn that Sanji has a strong will to live. Especially when he's drowning in pussy. Now, you just lean back and enjoy the entertainment. 

You feel the buzz spreading through every cell of your body, the heat in your core rising, and if you let yourself, you could easily come right on the spot. But that's not what you want. You want to make this last, stretch it as far as you can, because once he pushes you off that ledge? You'll be a goner.

That's why, when you feel one of Sanji's slender fingers getting closer to your entrance, you tell him, “no.”

His movement stills immediately, you can feel him lifting his head. Like a good little soldier, waiting for your command.

“Not yet,” you huff, noticing how mellow your voice sounds. “Just your tongue, for a little longer.”

“Your wish is my command,” you hear his raspy voice from underneath your desk, and without further ado, he dives back in. You finally give up on reviewing the paper, let your head drop onto your arms that are lying on the table, and you notice how you almost fall off your seat because you keep scooting forward, your body seeking out more and more of the delectable sensation Sanji's providing you.

You feel Sanji's grip on your thighs tightening as he keeps devouring you, edged on by your moans that become less controlled with each passing moment. All the muscles in your lower body seem to be fighting against you, spasming as you try to ground yourself, try to control your breathing, but when Sanji finally finds that unforgiving rhythm that's just right for you today, you give in.

The sound you make is beyond sinful as you finally allow yourself the release you've been building up to. You know exactly what's going on in Sanji's head, that he must be bursting, finally reaping the reward of having you come on his face, but apart from his fingertips sinking deeper into your skin it doesn't show. He just keeps you high, firm grip on your thighs so you don't accidentally crush him.

He only eases up when your quivering legs finally start to slump, your moan turning into a staggered growl. He chuckles as he wipes his lower face on your thigh, keeping you close as you twitch in response to the feathery light kisses he scatters on your skin.

You groan, letting your head loll to the side, lids heavy, hair sticking to your sweaty face. Everything's still in a haze, you don't remember him getting up when you feel Sanji brushing the offending strain away with his thumb. You can smell yourself on him when he lowers himself to your level so his face is mere inches from yours.

“You good, princess?”

“Mhm,” is all you manage to press out, accompanied by a half-hearted nod that Sanji rewards with a light chuckle.

“Come on. Let's get you to bed.”

Before you fully realize what's happening, Sanji has swept you up, your body apparently weighing nothing to him, and carries you across the room. You're still breathing heavily, press your face into his firm chest and let yourself fall into his delicious, peculiar scent of cloves and some other spice he must have picked up in one of the many towns you passed through.

He gently places you on the bed, making sure your head is resting on a pillow and your skirt pulled down enough to cover you, and then he sits down next to you.

“That kinda took it out of you, huh?”

You sigh blissfully, heart still racing, but Sanji’s voice immediately reignites something deep within. You roll onto your side, prop yourself up on one elbow and look at him, expectantly. He raises his eyebrow, a puzzled look on his face.

“Oh, you– do you still want more?”

You can feel the confusion flicker across your face for a second, and then you see that intoxicating smile of his curling around his lips. 

“Sanji!” You both laugh as you playfully hit him in the chest, and then, before you could say “millefeuille”, he’s on you again. You squirm a little as he covers you with his long body, moan when you feel his hot breath against your neck. Sanji leaves enough space between the two of you so you can unbutton his blue pinstriped shirt and make quick work of his belt buckle. He’s already down to his boxers when you quickly peel yourself out of your shirt and bra while he pulls your skirt down, finally discarding it on the floor. 

Sanji’s kneeling over your naked form, drinking you in, his face appearing almost reverent in the low light. You bite your lip, earning a breathless huff from Sanji. He places his hand on your collarbone, then proceeds to trace it down your body, along your curves and dimples until it finally comes to rest just underneath your hipbone. 

“God, you’re beautiful.”

You hum softly, and while this kind of praise from Sanji is exactly what you want, exactly what gets your engine going, the sincerity he expresses it with goes straight to your soul. You tilt your head up, and, as he always does, Sanji gives you what you want.

You can positively taste the burning passion as he kisses you tenderly, a quiet little moan betraying how much he’s been longing for this. Still, he’s so soft, so controlled, not allowing himself to run wild. Stoically holding back. When you lift your hips, trying to seek out some friction in vain because Sanji’s too far away, you know what you must do.

There’s not a lot of space on your bed, but luckily, Sanji’s not the only one who knows how to use his legs. You wrap yourself around him, and, with the smoothest movement, spin him to lie flat on his back. Now, finally straddling him, you press down and feel his hot, throbbing cock pressed right up against your still needy pussy. 

Sanji groans as you slowly grind over him, only the thin fabric of his boxers separating your heat from his. His hands find their way to your hips, fingers denting your skin while he throws his head back, eyes closed. You run your palm over his chiseled chest, his lean body twitching in sync with your movements. For a second, you think you should drag this out as well, just keep riding him like this. But when you look at his twisted little face you decide you want him, stat.

You shift your weight so you can reach under yourself, and, unceremoniously, pull his boxers down only as much as you need for his cock to spring free. You grab him, maybe a little too tight, give him a couple of cursory strokes, and then sink down on him with no hesitation.

One of the things you love about Sanji is the fact that he's so vocal. Every little movement of yours is rewarded with a moan, growl or quiet curse. The way he whispers your name when your pussy clenches around him sends shivers down your spine every damn time, the way he mewls when your fingers wander over his skin makes you feel so powerful and wanted at the same time you could combust.

You shift a little, settling on his lap, allowing him to reach even deeper. Through hooded lids you can see that Sanji's eyes have fluttered shut, he looks like he's hanging on by a thread. Still, you decide to start grinding. You know he's not going to disappoint you. Your vision goes blurry when you start rolling your hips, Sanji's thick head inside you hitting that spot that switches off the outside world.

You can already feel yourself speeding up, your body just taking over, greedily seeking out another high. Your hips keep working him, nails digging into his hard surface in a way you're sure it would hurt a normal person, but you know he can take it. And even if he couldn't, he wouldn't complain.

When you feel you're close you lean back, prop yourself up on his thighs for a better angle, better purchase. You and Sanji almost fall out of rhythm as he tries to match your erratic movement, but when the wave finally crashes down over you, your back arching, toes curling, Sanji's got you. Like he always does. 

A loud, almost pained moan spills from your lips as he keeps thrusting while you ride your high, pulling you into him as your cries turn into whimpers before you finally go slack. 

You feel your arms on his thighs turn into jelly, but Sanji sits up in the blink of an eye, catching you before you can fall. He pulls you close, your bodies slick against each other's, your chest heaving way more noticeably than his. 

Sanji pulls you into a tight hug while you try to regulate your breathing, nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck while you try to come down. His hand wanders up and down your back, gently caressing you, keeping you as close as he possibly could. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you just looked? Like a goddess come down to earth just to bless me.” He inhales deeply, the squeeze he’s giving you turning possessive for an instant before he quickly regains his composure.

As soon as he notices you shifting, having recovered enough to move again, Sanji gives you space to lift yourself off him. He groans at the slight twitch your pussy gives around his still hard cock. 

“Okay. Wow. That was… that was good.” You fumble with your legs as you lift yourself off him, your body immediately protesting at the loss of contact even though you should be exhausted.

Sanji cocks his head, looks at you with that impish smile of his, the erection between his legs bobbing up and down.

“Good? Are you trying to hurt my feelings?”

You have to chuckle as you scoot closer, kneel next to him. You let your lips ghost over his shoulder to the back of his neck, where you place a couple of kisses before you whisper in his ear.

“That was amazing. You were amazing. Mind-blowing. Earth-shattering.”

You can feel the goosebumps rippling all over his body as you praise him just before he captures you in another kiss, just as searing hot as the last one, but way less controlled. You feel him brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and then quickly turning you so you're in his arms again.

He gently lowers you on the bed, eyes not leaving yours for a second. He runs his hand over your breast, circles your nipple once, then lets it move further down. You can’t control the way your body twitches under him, and it’s a good thing because Sanji knows exactly what you’re asking for, even if your mouth is refusing to say it. 

He dips down, lips trailing down your chest until they find your nipple. He licks a broad stripe over it, making you twitch again, and then takes it into his mouth. Your eyes flutter shut as he starts sucking on one while pinching the other with his fingers, and a little gasp leaves you as he pushes two fingers into the heat you've been desperately pressing up against him.

You’re not entirely sure for how long Sanji keeps working you, at this point, the thing turning you on most are the content, passionate little sounds he’s making while chasing your high. His voice is raspy when he finally drops your nipple from his mouth with a soft plop. You open your eyes to find him looking at you, enamoured with the way you're writhing beneath him. 

“I, uh,” he says, voice cracking at the single syllable as he continues to pump his fingers into you. “I’m really sorry but I don’t think I can keep this up for much longer,” he huffs, eyes only shooting down to look between his legs for a second. You can’t see much with the dim light and his body so close to yours, but you’ve felt his hardness poking you. Felt the pre-cum oozing from his tip against your sizzling skin. 

You lift your hands, cup his face to look at it for a moment. Study the adoration, the devotion written all over it, brush that rogue strand of hair away only for it to immediately fall back in place. 

“Sanji?”

He holds his breath, eyes wide, trying to read your wish before you say it out loud. As he always does.

“Will you come inside me?”

The sound he makes is almost a whimper, and then he’s so fast you’re almost unable to follow his movements. Still on his knees between your thighs, he runs a hand over your ass and down your leg as he gently pushes it up to finally rest it on his shoulder. All air leaves your body when he presses into your wetness, his movement offensively unhurried for someone as consumed by lust as you know him to be. He runs his cheek over your calf, kissing every inch of skin he can reach as he slowly drives into you. His thrusts are deep, powerful, and it takes only a couple of them for you to almost lose yourself again. You can feel him tensing up inside you, and the moment you allow the moan that’s been trying to break free from you to escape you’re both gone. Sanji’s hips stutter as he paints your insides white, his entire body shudders before he collapses onto you, not halting his movement before the tension in your body subsides. 

You both lie there for a while, breathing falling into rhythm with each other, quietly enjoying the peace of the moment. Sanji rolls off you, careful not to break your skin to skin contact for a second. Pulls you into his arm before his back even hits the mattress. He gently caresses your shoulder, tracing imaginary lines on your arms.

You're not exactly sure how, but he produces a cigarette from somewhere, lights it on the oil lamp that's standing on the bedside table. He takes a long drag, slowly exhales, letting the smoke curl its way up to the ceiling.

“So,” he says, the cheeky grin already back on his lips. “You hungry for anything else, my queen?”