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It's wild blueberry season in Sweden and I've been picking and eating my fill everyday from the forest behind my house! The entire forest floor is covered in wild blueberry bushes and the tangy taste is so cosmic, I had to paint them✨
Photos of the berries I picked!
having a top secret nsfw blog makes me feel like clark kent. like srry guys i have to.... answer a text... brb. and i'm actually answering one of my asks
Had to dust off the old pinterest account. I'm never on there so it'll be interesting to see what it gives me. Thanks for the tags @bettystonewell, @aseafullofstars, and @reginaphalangelobster!
I just gotta say that I love how the outfit feels like it embodies both of my current hyperfixations character-wise. Like it's giving Spencer Reid but also the plaid throws in hints of Winchester.
No pressure tags: @chroniclesoftime @chevroletdean @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth @jollyhunter @zepskies @voodoochildthings @h0lym01y @kblognar @aniresrene + anyone else who'd like to jump in!
Oh fun, it's been a while since I've done one of these! Let's see:
...not what I expected, my takeaway from this is that Pinterest thinks I'm way younger than I actually am. Except for Kirby. That fucker has been with me for a long time.
No pressure moot-tags: @yeowangies @chroniclesoftime @kizarus-wife
The rain on the latest island you landed on makes you feel things you wouldn't otherwise. Or does it?
Word Count: 2.3 K
Tags: Smut, MDNI, sex pollen, love confessions, a tiny bit of oral (m receiving)
A/N: WELL here we are again. Looks like I just can't let this man go, and we're about to get serious! I might be slipping out of OPLA and into anime territory with all the nosebleeds and angry fangs but that's the beauty of writing your own stuff, you can just do whatever the fuck you want <3
Also, I had this whole post prepped and was searching for a title when I realized I literally could go with purple rain. The brain isn't what it was anymore.
“What do you mean she's gone?? I told you to make sure that nobody leaves the ship!”
Nami sounds equally angry and exasperated, both at you not being on the Thousand Sunny and Luffy continuing to pick his nose while she tries to make sense of him.
“She said she was going out to, uh, buy something maybe? And I told her to be back by sunrise, just like you told… ouch!” His forehead immediately starts swelling where Nami's fist connects with it as she yells at him.
“SunSET! I told you to make sure everyone was on the ship by sunSET, the weird storm is about to hit any minute and we don't know what it's going to do…”
She growls angrily, pinches the bridge of her nose with her fingers. Over at the other side of the table, Robin flips through the pages of one of the books Nami borrowed from Weatheria.
“If I'm interpreting this correctly… this storm might just turn people into… into pervs?”
Next to her, Chopper's mouth drops open as he yells in disbelief. “A storm that will turn people into perverts? What kind of island is this?”
“It looks like the rain activates the psychoactive properties of the native flora that can make people feel aroused, and the winds seem to carry the substance all over the island. It's all very interesting. But we should probably keep all doors and windows shut.”
A high-pitched shattering sound makes everyone turn their heads. Over at the sink, Sanji's standing there like a pillar of salt, remnants of the glass he was drying in hand as blood starts dripping both from his fingers and his nose.
“You're saying… this island makes women… horny?”
Nami almost pounces on him, her teeth strangely looking like fangs for a second. “Are you for real? That’s your take-away? This is a serious situation, a member of our crew is out there and God knows what's going to happen to her, does she even know this storm is coming?”
Luffy opens his mouth to defend himself, but Nami's fist gives him a second swelling, just on top of the first one. In the meantime, Sanji gets a grip on himself. He quickly bandages his hand with a rag, wipes his nose.
“I'm going to get her.”
He's almost out of the door when Nami pulls him back by his collar.
“Are you insane? I just told you we can't go outside, weren't you listening? And who knows what this creepy phenomenon is going to do to you, you're already a perv. For all we know it would make your heart explode or something.”
“I don't think that's how it—” Robin chimes in with her academic point of view, but Nami shoots her a nasty look, making her keep her opinion to herself.
“I don't care, Nami.” Sanji has a stern look on his face, laced with concern as he speaks your name. “If she's out there, I have to go get her. It doesn't matter if I'm in danger. If there's a chance I can save her, I have to go.”
And with that, he pries Nami's hand off his collar, presses a short kiss to her knuckles and vanishes out the door.
You're standing on the edge of a cliff, looking over the vast blue of the ocean. The sky is gray with a distinct purple hue that you've never seen before. Beautiful, you think as thunder rolls over the raging sea.
You can feel the storm coming in, the air is dense and agitated, it's making the hairs in the back of your neck stand up. But you've never feared the tides and you had been in desperate need of some fresh air after being cooped up on the Sunny for so long, thoughts and emotions wandering in directions you'd never intentionally allow yourself to go in. Trying to sort out why all the time secretly spent with Sanji was somehow making you itch even more instead of just relaxing you.
You close your eyes, enjoying the wind tousling your hair, take a deep breath of freedom. Another thunder claps, and then you feel the first couple of raindrops falling on your face. You smile into the sky, one with yourself and nature, when all of a sudden you feel a strange, tingling sensation.
Somehow, the droplets on your cheeks leave a weirdly warm sensation seeping into your skin as they scatter over your face. You lift your hands, palms turned towards the sky, watch as the rain – again with that slightly purple hue – wets your skin, and after a couple of seconds, causes the same tingling sensation you're feeling on your face. Even though it's not unpleasant, it starts dawning on you that this isn't just regular rain, and that you probably should try to get out of it. You look back at the forest you walked through. The path is easy enough to follow, but it's going to be a while until you make it back to the ship. So you start walking. Fast.
The wind rustles through the leaves angrily as more and more water starts pouring from the sky, raining down on you, drenching your clothes. And with every step you take, your skin feels warmer and warmer, so warm the heat seems to be reaching your innermost parts.
By the time you reach the clearing about halfway to the bay the ship is anchored in, you've broken into a sprint, the heat has become a burning ardor. Lit a fire in your core that you know all too well, one that can only be kept in check in one single way. Your heart is racing and you're confused, but there's one thing you know. You need to get to him. As quickly as possible.
You're running along the gravel road, turn left on a big oak tree, and bump face-first into Sanji. The impact sends you flying to the floor, you land on your ass harshly, and half a second later, Sanji is kneeling in front of you, trying to help you up.
“Sanji!” You only got a whiff of his scent, but it's made the fire in your veins shoot straight between your legs. Before he can even say a word, you're on him. You leap at him like a cat, throwing him on his back, hands cupping his face to pull him in for a kiss. You can feel his arms snaking around your waist as your tongue hungrily demands entrance in his mouth, little moans accompanying your wild kisses.
Your body moves on its own as you feel your hips grinding into the gorgeous man pinned beneath you. You only let him come up for air because you need more, sit up to start undoing the buttons on his shirt.
“Love, are you… are you alright? Nami said the rain on this island might—”
You don't let him finish his sentence, swallow half of it with another kiss after you've undone his buttons in record time.
“Sanji, I— I just need you so badly, I just, please? I need you to—”
You kiss him again because apparently, you can't let yourself finish a sentence either. And while Sanji looks like he's a little overwhelmed, you know there's nothing he wouldn't do for you. He's made sure you know that, over and over again.
When his hands move to your breasts, you moan so wantonly you're shocked to hear such a sound from your own mouth, and it's the moment you just can't take it any longer. You crawl down from Sanji, violently try to yank his pants down and curse at his belt impeding you from doing so. You have a hard time opening it because your fingers are shaking and slippery from the rain, it makes a wave of anger flood your system, but not enough to override the raw want that has invaded all of your senses.
“Baby, we should get out of the rain, Nami said that this storm does this weird thing where it makes people go crazy with lust, I am loving this but we really should get you to safety…”
You barely listen to what Sanji is saying as you work him out of his pants, and the second his hard cock finally springs free, you bow down to take him in your mouth. Sanji shuts up immediately. You can hear him groaning as you bob your head up and down while, simultaneously, shimmy out of your panties. Sanji gasps, and for a moment you wonder if you're sucking him off too hard. But you don't have the mind to think about that right now, finally let him drop out of his mouth and crawl back up again.
It almost feels like an out of body experience as you hear yourself rambling about how you need him to be inside you, and next to no time later, your already throbbing pussy swallows his cock whole. You moan loudly as you make yourself comfortable on him, shifting left and right so he can reach as deep as physically possible.
You lean back, hold on to the wet fabric of the pants you didn't bother to take off him, and start riding. The sensation washing over you is heavenly. The fullness, the sound of both your desperate moans over the soundscape of the rain pattering on the surrounding leaves. Sanji's hands on you wandering, trying to caress every inch of your body. It feels like paradise.
“Mon cœur, I need to know that you're alright.”
You look down at Sanji, enamored with the excited yet soft expression on his face, the exact one he always wears when the two of you are alone. It makes your heart flutter.
“I'm good, Sanji, I'm so, so good,” you say as you give his dick a squeeze, prompting a happy groan from him.
“You make me feel amazing, like, fuck, like nobody has ever made me feel before.”
You keep working yourself into a trance-like state, head tilted up into the rain, eyes closed, steadily on the edge of being overwhelmed by the myriad of things you're feeling.
You blindly run your hands all over Sanji, and at some point, grabbing him by his collar, pull him up to you. Then you cup his face, pepper kisses all over his jaw as you hungrily grind down on him at the new, changed angle.
“Mh,” you moan into his open mouth, “Sanji, you feel so good. You taste so good. Fuck. You're amazing. I love you so, so much,” you pant, voice almost sounding exasperated. You're so entranced that you don't even realize what you just said, nor that Sanji goes rigid against you for a split second. All you can focus on is the all-encompassing pleasure consuming your every single cell. And so you keep going, and going, and going.
You only feel yourself closing in on your climax as the rain slowly starts to subside, Sanji looks like he might have stopped breathing, but he's still solid as a rock, letting you use him for whatever you need. You dig your nails into his back as you come, continue riding him as long as the orgasm stretches, and only feel him shuddering with his own release under you when your hips finally stop moving, only the walls of your pussy continuing to angrily twitch around him.
You slump down against Sanji's chest, he catches you while he's still pulsing inside you. Only now you're suddenly very aware of how exhausted you are, you can barely move your legs, your knees are raw and covered in mud.
You mewl, press your face into Sanji's chest before he, gently caressing your cheek, lifts your chin up to look at you.
“Hey there. You still good?”
You blink at him, unsure of whether you actually are alright, but then nod carefully. You look at him beneath you, equally drenched and covered in mud, then up at the canopy where the dark clouds have finally parted to reveal a star spangled sky.
“Fuck,” you groan as you roll off him. You're going to feel this. For a long time.
Sanji laughs, wraps an arm around you to keep you from moving too far away from him, pulls you to lie down with him. You rest your head on his shoulder, let him card his fingers through your soaked hair.
For a while, you just lie there, looking up at the firmament. Run your hand over his chest as the wet clothes on you slowly start feeling cold and clammy.
“Sanji?”
You don't have to look at him to know his attention has been on you all along anyway.
“Hm?”
“That was… intense. But… Why weren't you affected by the rain?”
He thinks for a second.
“Maybe it's because I always feel that way.”
“You… you always feel like that?”
You can hear him smirking, feel him nodding against the top of your head. You laugh.
“Wow. That sure sounds exhausting.”
“It absolutely is. But I've had years of training to control it.”
“You really are an impressive man.”
He picks a curl off your still moist face, twirls it between his fingers.
“Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“I know you said it in the heat of the moment, because of the rain and everything, but… I love you.”
You shift to look at him, a small smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. Then you move to straddle him again, bow down low to run your nose over his
“I love you too, Sanji.”
You physically feel the air leaving his chest at your words. You bend down a little lower, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips as your hips start grinding against him again. His hands move to your ass, and you feel a new wave of that familiar heat. What a weird little island this is.
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Ah, Luffy. I've seen lots of Luffy smut around, but personally, I just don't see it. To me, he's the idiot baby brother who has only one thing in mind, and that's becoming king of the pirates. I ADORED all of the Amazon Lily stuff, for me, him being so above all sexual desire is just one more thing that makes him so damn special, and I don't wanna take that away from him.
I do wanna pinch his rubber cheeks and stretch them as far as my arms will allow tho
PAIRING: Sanji/AFAB!Reader. CONTENTS: Only One Bed Trope, Explicit sexual content - Cunnilingus, Fingering, Cowgirl, Smoking (reader attempts to smoke at some point), Praise, Lots of Terms of Endearment, Lots of Dialogue WORDCOUNT: 5650
Summary:
"One bed is one thing, but only one pillow and one blanket?" You sighed in frustration.
Sanji didn’t seem to be having any problem regarding that matter.
Notes:
Inspired by this post.
I've been thinking about this man for way too long (hasn't even been a month). I just need to do this once and I'll get over it, I promise (lying)
I have a few things to say: I never actually finished the manga or the anime, I have just been keeping up with one piece in general, so i'm a little insecure about his characterization, but at the same time it's like. this is how i imagine he is. he's a guy who'd do anything for a kiss basically. And this is also how his dynamic with the reader would be: a little power dynamics, and she's a little more dominant than he is, but it's nothing Big. And lastly, in my mind, this is post time skip sanji, you can obviously imagine him however you want, but it's what i had in mind when I wrote this.
I wanted to go back to writing a little more funny fics like i used, so i had fun and gave sanji 3 nosebleeds during this fic lmaooo
Please enjoy, and if you have a few bucks to spare, considering buying me a kofi!
"One bed is one thing, but only one pillow and one blanket?" You sighed in frustration.
Sanji didn’t seem to be having any problem regarding that matter. He was giddy, you could feel his ecstatic energy as you walked around the room, in hopes of finding a solution you knew wasn’t there.
“This is the most inconvenient situation we could ever be in!” He claimed with a giant, dopey smile on his face.
You snorted, trying not to laugh.
“I can sleep on the floor, if it truly bothers you.” Sanji added after a beat of your silence.
“That sounds swell!” You grinned mischievously when he visibly deflated, shoulders drooping as he let out a disappointed sigh. “Don’t be ridiculous, no one needs to sleep on the floor, especially if there’s only one blanket.”
“You’re truly an angel!”
Despite the situation, his smile seemed genuine, and your heart skipped a beat.
“I’m taking a shower.” You needed to take a step away from the current event that was unfolding, and ignoring whatever lascivious comment Sanji threw your way, you made a beeline for the bathroom.
It wasn’t like you didn’t want to share a bed with him. Your contradicting feelings regarding the situation were the actual problem.
Being paired with the handsome pervert that was Sanji was a complete coincidence. Nami had the pleasure of pairing up the entire crew, and luck made you and Sanji have a grocery shopping date for the rest of the day. He was pleased to be graced with your presence, and made it explicit every time he opened his mouth to talk to you.
Bless your extremely good luck that paired you up with Sanji for also granting you a heavy storm that broke out just when you were about to go back to the Thousand Sunny.
You sighed as you washed your face, breathing in and out to calm your nerves. Everything was crystal clear, Sanji wasn’t the one confusing you. Your feelings were to blame, they were completely mixed up in your mind. He acted like that with every beautiful woman he encountered, and you weren’t any different. He did make you feel wanted, but it wasn’t real. You had to remind yourself of that.
You liked the attention. You weren’t attracted to him at all.
You repeated that in your mind like a mantra.
Sanji eyed you up and down in the most conspicuous way possible when you stepped out. At least the place you were staying at had good soft robes.
“How was the shower? Nice and warm?”
“Just go shower!” You replied, exasperated.
You wanted to get this night over with quickly. Maybe you could retain your mental stability once it was over.
You laid on the queen size bed once he occupied the bathroom, considering sleeping with just the robe on; it’s not like you had any other option, you didn’t want to dirty your clothes even more. Staring at the ceiling, you tried to calm your nerves. You played with your hair, stared at your nails, bit your lips, listened to the strong wind whistling outside along with the steady tip-tap of the rain. You even briefly wondered what he was thinking; did he expect something from you tonight? It’s not like you gave him any indication that you even find him cute. He was a pervert, maybe he expected a peek. Would he try something? Would he touch you ‘accidentally’?
What was taking him so long?
“Ready to do this, gorgeous?” Sanji asked with a wide smile as he stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a similar robe.
“To sleep? Yes.” You countered, watching him as he undid his robe, which made you gasp. “What are you doing?!”
“I’m taking off the robe.” He replied flatly, looking at you curiously. “Are you sleeping with it on?”
“Y-Yes!” You wrapped your arms around yourself as blood flowed rapidly to your face. You got a peek of Sanji’s clearly defined abs, along with his heart-themed boxers. Your abdomen tightened in a knot in consequence.
Damn it, this was pathetic on your part when he was the pervert.
“Oh.” He pouted, straightening out the robe once again.
You steadied your breathing as he got into bed right beside you.
“Do you want the pillow for yourself?” Sanji asked you. He seemed genuinely concerned, with no undertone of lecherousness.
“We can share-”
“I know you’d be more comfortable with it.” He smiled warmly, handing you the one pillow with the silk pillowcase. “I sleep better without one anyway.”
He was clearly lying, but you let it slide.
“Thank you.” You looked at him with a glare as he scooted closer. “Sanji, there’s a neutral zone between us, if you cross it, I’ll consider it a direct attack.”
“A direct attack? What does that mean?” He asked with little hearts in his eyes, clearly misinterpreting your words.
“It means I’m throwing you out the window.”
“Fine.” He sighed, scooting a little farther apart.
You tried not to laugh at his reaction. Placing the pillow underneath your head, you settled as comfortably as you could, covering your legs and feet with the blanket before turning to the side.
“Goodnight.”
You paid attention to the way the bed shifted. You heard Sanji sigh very quietly; the only reason you even heard it was because he was so close to you. The mattress shifted underneath you again, you knew he had laid down as well.
“Goodnight, darling.”
When he turned off the light of the nightstand, the warmth coming from him gained your complete attention, and you took a few deep breaths before attempting to sleep, despite your own temperature starting to rise.
Very hard to doze off when anything and everything startled you. It was difficult enough that you could feel his body behind you, even if he wasn’t touching you at all. You just were incredibly aware of how close he was.
The sound of the storm outside was bothering you as well.
You tried to find the peace that was required to sleep, but any slight movement was enough for your mind to drift off. You felt Sanji move, turning as he tried to sleep. Were you bothersome for him? Was your own body heat bothering him? You even heard him sigh a few times until it was completely quiet, except for the occasional rumbling of a strong wind outside.
After a while, you turned around, facing the ceiling. You turned your head to look at Sanji; he had also turned his back to you, and it was your turn to pout. He was too distracting even when you couldn’t even see him. His hair was pretty, though, and you satisfied yourself with that.
The lighting brightened the room occasionally, making you gasp the one time a roaring thunder happened alongside it.
“Can’t sleep?”
Sanji’s soft voice made you jolt, and you looked for him in the dark. You didn’t notice when he turned to face you, but he was gazing at you so intensely, his one visible eye gleaming, it made you nervous.
“Yeah… Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I wasn’t asleep, no need to apologize.” Sanji smiled, sitting up against the headboard before turning on the light by the bedside.
You watched him look for a cigarette by the nightstand before lighting it up and taking a firm puff. Smoke filled the air when he breathed it out. You hated, sometimes, that he was so attractive when he smoked.
“Smoking is bad for you.” You commented flatly.
A stupid, completely idiotic thing to comment on; Sanji had smoked since before you even met him. There hasn’t been one moment when he even considered not smoking. However, you couldn’t help yourself.
He laughed quietly, gazing at you with a fond eye that made you melt.
You didn’t know what prompted you to do what you were about to do, but you didn’t question it. You reached for the cigarette, taking it from his lips and bringing it to your own. Sanji looked at you, completely wide-eyed, as you took a deep breath of the smoke into your mouth.
You didn’t exactly know how to smoke, it was inevitable you’d start coughing.
“This is awful!” You said, trying to catch your breath.
Sanji laughed nervously when you handed him his cigarette back. You eyed him curiously while recovering from the dumbassery you just pulled, and saw him wipe the blood suddenly dripping from his nose with his robe.
It was your turn to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” He asked, visibly nervous.
“Nothing. Pervert.” Your tone had no malice, only playfulness.
“You’re the one who took my cigarette,” Sanji replied, agitated by what just happened. “Nonetheless, I’m blessed now that this has touched your lips.”
It was your turn to feel blood rapidly flowing towards your cheeks. You started to feel a little weak in the knees, and luckily you were laying down, because the need to reach out and touch him was there.
Your gaze remained on Sanji as he took a deep drag on his cigarette. It was possibly the hottest you ever felt. You had never done something like that, but you understood why he got a nosebleed when you saw him wrapped his lips around the foot, the same place where your own lips had been.
As you considered maybe taking a risk within these four walls, he turned to look at you with a fondness in his eyes you had rarely seen. He usually reserved those for Nami (or so you thought).
“What?” You asked with a timid smile.
“You’re beautiful.” Sanji said, breathlessly.
Taken aback and embarrassed, you were momentarily reminded that he was like that with every gorgeous woman.
It wasn’t real.
“I’m sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?” He asked, noticing the change in your expression.
“You don’t have to do this, you know.”
“Do what, love?” Sanji asked, looking at you with concern as he noticed your trepidation.
“You know… Flirting, complimenting me.”
“I should always tell you how beautiful you are.” He replied with a chuckle.
“It’s just…”
“If it truly bothers you, I’ll tone it do-”
“I don’t think it’s true.”
There was a moment of silence, except for an unusually loud thunder that broke the atmosphere.
Sanji stared at you with a frown, and you were nervous about what he was going to say. You weren’t fishing for compliments or validation. You simply didn’t feel like your appearance was deserving of all the things he said (especially when Nami and Robin were far more beautiful), in addition to the fact that you didn’t believe most of the words that came out of his mouth.
“You don’t think you’re beautiful?” His face showed sincere uneasiness. You only eyed him briefly in response. “I fear I don't actually say it enough then.”
“Don’t be silly.” You scoffed, amused. “It’s fine, I appreciate your words but-”
Sanji exhaled the smoke towards the side, avoiding your face, as he laid down beside you, propping himself up with one arm. Your face felt warm with how close he was, and you were glad the room was dim-litted, or else he'd have inevitably noticed how nervous you were.
“I meant it every time I have said you’re gorgeous and beautiful and sweet-”
“Okay, okay!”
“I think I should say it more to convince you!” Sanji grinned roguishly. In your anxious state, you couldn’t come up with anything to say as he took your hand in his, squeezing it affectionately. “Your beauty knows no bounds. Your freckles are like stars on a clear night. Your smile lights up the entire room.”
You cringed at the incredibly eloquent speech he was using, sinking more into the mattress.
But the action that made your heart flutter was the kiss he placed on the top of your hand.
“Sanji.”
“Yes?”
“The neutral zone.”
“Oh.” He pouted, shoulders drooping.
He didn’t let go of your hand so quickly, running his fingers over your knuckles and giving it one last squeeze before letting go.
“I truly meant every single word.” Sanji added, voice so serious that it made you look at him with surprise. There had been only a handful of moments when he stopped acting like a simp around you, and this one was making your stomach turn. “It pains me that a wonderful woman like you doesn’t see her own beauty. You’re even kind, strong, always looking out for all of us instead of yourself. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”
Your eyes were as big as flying saucers when you stared at him. Everything indicated that he was dead serious about what he just said.
When Sanji took a long drag on the cigarette, you had to look away.
Maybe you were overthinking. Maybe it was time to admit, at least for that one night, that not only did you find him attractive, but that you also wanted to touch him in the most sinful way.
“You know… Maybe it’s not a bad idea to violate the neutral zone for tonight.”
You yelped, bewildered, when Sanji was suddenly on top of you, practically caging you to the mattress, as soon as that last word left your mouth.
“Do you mean that?!” He almost yelled, and you could actually see his pupils turn into little hearts.
“For tonight!” You repeated, afraid you’d break so easily underneath his gaze.
Sanji gasped, delighted, and leaned down to get even closer, only to realize he still had his cigarette in his mouth. You watched, amused and in shock, as he pulled back enough to spit it out to the other side of the room before burying his face in your neck. A giggle escaped your lips, and you ignored the fact that what he did was a hazard (in hopes that the room wouldn’t catch on fire).
Your laugh soon turned into pleasant hums when he began peppering the skin of your neck with kisses. His fingers tangled in your hair, caressing it as if you were the most delicate being. You ran your hands up his back, feeling the soft fabric of the robe underneath your fingertips, just as he pulled back enough to gaze at you.
“Can I?” Sanji asked, focusing on your lips.
“Yes.”
It all seemed to be happening in slow motion. He softly pressed his lips against yours in a sweet first kiss, and it completely took your breath away. It was delicate, experimental, just lips pressing together, but it made you all the more weak.
As you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, Sanji pulled back only to press another kiss to your lips. And another. And another.
“Sanji!” Another giggle escaped you the more he kept on kissing you.
“Oh, baby! Sweetheart! I can’t believe I get to do this with you!” He exclaimed, trailing kisses down your jaw. When he sneaked one arm around your waist to play with the tie on your robe, he pulled away to look at you with pleading eyes. “Can I take this off?”
“You don’t have to ask every time, honey.” You replied with a smile.
“Okay, y-yeah, okay…”
With a peck to your lips, Sanji sat back between your legs as he undid your robe with nervous fingers.
You had forgotten that you had no underwear until the moment you saw his eyes bulged out of their sockets at the sight of your bare skin.
“No underwear?!” He cried out, covering his nose as blood splurted out. You only giggled in response; he was anything but dull.
With his hands on your hips, Sanji kept staring with a wide-eyed gaze, drinking in all your curves, in all your naked glory. Feeling a little self conscious, you tugged at his sleeve, urging him to do something.
“J-Just a minute, I wanna admire you a little longer…”
You scoffed, taking the opportunity to undo the tie on his robe while he leered. Once you opened it up, you licked your lips at the sight of his chiseled torso. It was your turn to stare as you softly ran your fingers down his chest and abdomen. There was a prominent bulge in his boxers that made that warm knot in your belly bloom. You were curious and more than eager to feel his cock in your hand.
Before you could pull down his underwear, Sanji pressed his body to yours. Squeezing your chest in his hands, he planted open mouth kisses on your cleavage.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He praised you as his lips wandered down your chest. “More beautiful than what I had imagined.”
You were about to ask him more about whatever scenario he had imagined prior to this, but his tongue licking one of your nipples emptied your mind. You moaned softly, arching your back when he wrapped his lips around it, eagerly suckling on your sensitive skin. A jolt of pleasure traveled up your spine as he pinched your other nipple, and you couldn’t help but spill all kinds of noises. He was definitely enthusiastic about you, groping, licking and sucking with a burning passion that made your body burn up underneath him.
It was insane how dripping wet you already were. Maybe you were the pervert; you felt like you were on fire just from him playing with your tits.
“I need to kiss every freckle on your soft skin.” Sanji trailed his lips down your abdomen, kissing around your belly button, ripping a breathy giggle from your mouth. He focused his eyes on your face with a grin. “The sounds you make! I can’t wait to hear more of your wonderful voice.”
You hated how good Sanji was with his praises, it was like he knew what you liked before you even told him anything.
Running his tongue down your lower abdomen, he grazed his teeth on your belly, making you squirm. You gasped when you felt his breath right above your pussy.
"I want to taste you so badly." Sanji pleaded, with a gleam in his eyes you’ve never seen before. Full of lust and almost desperate, serious, like he might die if you were to deny him such pleasure.
Sitting back on your elbows, you gently ran your fingers through his hair, pushing it back so you could see his pretty face and meet his gaze, and spread your legs enough to present your glistening lips for him to see how keen you were.
“Then do it.”
With a gasp, Sanji darted out his tongue, not wasting any time. You both moaned simultaneously, loud and lewd, when he drew a stripe with his tongue, from your pussy all the way up to your clit. Your hips jerked up in response, searching for more.
With a newfound confidence once he perceived your desire, he wrapped an arm around your abdomen, grabbing and kneading your belly as he dived in for more. Licking up your pussy again, tasting your arousal, he groaned wantonly. His mouth found your clit in an instant, and your hips bucked against the warmth of his lips. Bursts of pleasure pulsed through your body, making your thighs quiver with every lick and kiss he gave.
You tried to keep your eyes fixed on Sanji as he fervently ate you out, but his warm tongue and soft lips were making you roll your eyes back. Even he seemed to be lost in his own pleasure, groaning and humming as he slid his tongue over every inch of your pussy, like you were the first meal he had after wandering the dessert for years.
You threw your head back with a gasp when he plunged a finger inside you. Your hand twisted in his hair, pulling hard enough to let him know that you were beyond pleased with his actions. He moaned in the most sinful way, as if he was the one getting pleasured.
Have you discovered just how good Sanji was at giving head? You couldn’t believe your own luck the more he suckled on your clit, leaving you completely breathless. Once he added a second finger, curling them inside just right, you couldn’t control the desperate whine that spilled from your mouth. His touch added more to the knot in your abdomen, heat increasing more and more every time he pumped his fingers.
When he pulled his mouth away from you, you’d have protested if it wasn’t for the fact that his fingers still kept going, sliding in and out steadily as he pressed his thumb to your clit. You let go of his hair, holding onto his wrist instead, squeezing it hard when he stroked that sweet spot that made you see stars.
Sanji crawled back up to you, fingering you with a hard and fast rhythm, as he kissed your neck.
“Does it feel good, princess?” He breathed, gazing at you with eyes blown by lust.
“Yeah…” You replied, barely able to hold eye contact.
In your haze, you took the opportunity to reach inside his underwear and wrap your fingers around his cock. Sanji visibly shuddered and his fingers faltered inside your pussy. You couldn’t see it but his dick was warm, hard and wet with precum. It pleased you to know that you couldn’t wrap your hand around it. You moaned, desperately, once you felt him twitch enthusiastically in your fist.
“Fuck…” He cursed, kissing you promptly.
The kiss was full of unrestrained lust, tongue gliding inside your mouth as he moaned desperately. You accepted it, tasting yourself and the nicotine on his lips, getting even more wet, dripping your slick down his fingers.
You twisted your hand around his cock, slowly pumping it once, twice, before Sanji promptly stopped moving his hand to take a hold of your wrist.
“Wait-” He begged, breathing heavily. You thought you might have hurt him, but when he rested his forehead against yours, you knew better. “I’m gonna come if you keep going…”
With a chuckle, you kissed him again, soft and sweet.
“If that’s the case,” You pushed at his shoulders, sitting up. “Then, I wanna be on top.”
The look on his face was one of the funniest expressions you’ve ever seen in him (and he had done many during the years). He gaped at you with eyes close to popping out as soon as he heard your last words, and he didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands. His disheveled hair was a nice addition, thanks to your own ministrations.
“Ye-Yeah, however you want me, sweetheart!” Sanji managed to get out, swiftly shrugging off his robe before lying down on the bed to let you do as you pleased.
You bit your lip, nervous and excited, as you took off your own robe. As you straddled him, you seized the chance to admire his naked body. Sturdy chest, defined abs with dips and curves that you traced with your fingertips. A wonderful cock, long, lean, flushed at the tip, and leaking precum. The thought of maybe sucking him off crossed your mind, but you figured it was better for the both of you to have him inside your pussy.
Hovering above him, you couldn’t wait anymore and quickly guided his length to your entrance. Sanji had prepped you well, and once the tip was pushed inside you, you both let out a relieved moan. In one slick motion, you slid his cock inside, taking him to the hilt.
You let out a stuttered whimper. The warmth that had grown in your lower abdomen felt close to bursting. Maybe you were close to your release sooner than you expected, too.
His hands gripped your hips firmly, chest heaving as he took in the view of your body on top of his. Sanji panted like a wounded animal, leering at you intensely. A very quiet curse ripped from his lips the longer you took to move. You lingered for a moment, hands bracing on his chest, reveling in the feeling of his dick, warm and twitching inside your pussy.
When his fingers dug into the flesh of your waist, a fire lit up inside you. You rolled your hips experimentally, and the fullness of his dick made you dizzy.
“Oh my God…” Sanji moaned, low and desperate, sliding his hands down your legs to squeeze the fat of your thighs.
He held onto you like you might slip away and disappear any second. It made you feel all the more desirable, especially when he kept looking at you with wide eyes and his jaw hanging open.
Lifting your hips, you began bouncing yourself on his cock. The way it stretched you out, how hot it was to feel it pulsing inside you. It all made you lightheaded. You threw your head back with a cry, lost in your own pleasure.
Leaning back, bracing yourself with your hands on his thighs, you dragged out a moan when you felt the tip of his dick hit your cervix. It was a better angle, stroking your most sensitive spot, going even deeper than you thought was possible. Dropping your hips down on his thighs, you fucked yourself over and over, tits bouncing with your every move.
“Feels so good…” You breathed out, mind going blank with how good his cock was.
You had easily pushed shame and insecurity towards the back of your mind. Sanji’s dick was so good it made you forget whatever doubts you had, but also his words, his praises, his touch, they had smoothed over your edges, and you let yourself go.
When his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, hard to the point of bruising, you gazed at him, and almost tumbled over when you noticed his nose was bleeding.
“Sanji!” You cried, worried and amused, as you reached for one of the robes.
“What…?” He asked, completely oblivious.
“You’re bleeding!”
You tried not to laugh at how funny he looked as he sat up; completely dazed, eyes wide open with hearts instead of pupils, and a full on nosebleed. His face was red as you pressed the fabric to his nose, snickering quietly.
“Keep it together, I don’t know how I would explain to the guys that you died like this!”
“Who cares?” Sanji grinned, squeezing your waist in appreciation. “I just couldn’t find the right words to describe your beauty, princess.”
“So you got a nosebleed instead?”
“Couldn’t be helped.” He shrugged when you discarded the robe to the side after cleaning up the blood.
“I left you speechless? That’s a first.” You teased him.
“You just drive me crazy, my love.”
Sanji promptly kissed you, holding tightly onto you as his cock fluttered inside your pussy, making your heart flutter as well. You moaned and returned the kiss with a smile, thighs quivering against his hips.
Grinding down on him, you tried to pick up the pace with the same intensity you had moments ago. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, steading yourself as he kissed your neck, groaning against your skin once you found your previous rhythm, hips swiftly slamming down.
With every roll of your hips, Sanji panted, gasped and grunted. The noises that slipped from his lips made you even wetter. The storm outside still rumbled with thunder, but it didn’t compare to the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin inside the room.
“You’re perfect.” The whine that escaped him gave away how completely lost he was in the warm sensation of your pussy. He held firmly onto you, grabbing and kneading your ass as you rode him.
You decided (maybe against your better judgement, but who could blame you when his thick cock was inside you?) to admit to something you had never said out loud.
“You feel better than what I imagined.” You moaned into his ear, low and sultry.
You felt the way Sanji tensed up underneath you, and you were pleased when he let out a nervous, breathy laughter that turned into a groan, like he couldn’t believe what you just confessed. As a reward, he sneaked his hand between your bodies to earnestly stroke your clit.
Shuddering at the sudden burst of pleasure, you dug your fingernails into his back, ripping a moan from his throat. His fingers had brought you closer to an orgasm before, and it would only take so long until you got there again. You wanted to make it last. You had been holding off for a while, trying to enjoy this moment for as long as you could, but you couldn’t contain it anymore.
When his hips bucked up into you, ramming his cock hard enough to reach the deepest spot inside, the warm knot in your abdomen snapped. Your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave. It completely overwhelmed you, like fire burning through your body. Your vision turned white as your toes curled and you quivered uncontrollably.
“Fuck, baby,” Sanji panted, staring at you, memorizing your expression as you came. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
The way your pussy clenched bought him closer to the edge, and soon enough, he was groaning while his hips thrust up unsteadily.
“Where do I…?” He asked with an imploring gleam in his eyes, while he still retained some kind of common sense.
“Anywhere you want.”
You knew Sanji wouldn’t think of pulling out, and you didn’t want him to.
His hips stuttered when he came, a grunt ripping from his throat as he pumped out his load. His cock pulsed as his cum filled you to the brim, and you couldn’t help the whimper you let out, overstimulated from your recent orgasm.
“Fuck, thank you.” Sanji groaned against your neck, rolling his hips to ride out his bliss.
It was amusing and endearing that he was thanking you, you could only manage to stroke his hair as a response.
You yelped when Sanji tumbled backwards onto the bed, bringing you down with him, still keeping his arms tightly wrapped around you. His cock slipped out, making you both hiss as his cum leaked from your pussy, down your thighs.
His grip on you only loosened after a beat, and you pushed yourself off with wobbly arms to lie beside him. You were still trying to catch your breath when he turned to you, wrapping an arm around your waist.
“You’re so pretty when you come.” His words were warm as he squeezed your side, looking at you with so much affection that it made your heart skip several beats. “You’re beautiful all the time but… Thank you for letting me come inside you.”
His praises rolled out of his tongue like they would any other day, but even you could tell that he was being genuine, not the usual over the top compliments he gave when he was being dramatic. It captivated you all over again.
“You don’t have to thank me for that.” You said with a giggle, though your cheeks were warm with embarrassment.
Sanji planted a brief kiss on your lips that surprised you before he got off the bed. As you fluffed the pillow to get back to the shape it originally was before you fucked each other, he returned with a wet towel and a glass of water.
You gladly hydrated yourself as he cleaned you up. Your face got even hotter when you noticed how much he stared at your pussy, still oozing out a few drops of cum.
“Pervert.” You smiled in jest, poking the side of his head with your foot.
With a grin, Sanji caught your ankle, planting a kiss on your foot’s sole.
You giggled when he crawled up to you, putting the empty glass on the nightstand before kissing you softly. It was sweet, tongues gliding together as you hummed, cupping his face and caressing his cheeks, feeling his stubble with your fingertips. He ran his hands up and down your sides, kneading every curve of your body.
Afterwards, you laid in a somewhat comfortable silence, curling beside him as he lit up a cigarette while keeping an arm around your shoulders. It had been a while since you were intimate with anyone; you were utterly spent, muscles pleasantly aching, and a certain soreness beginning to grow between your legs.
You eyed him carefully as he took a long drag of his cigarette. You didn’t know how you’d be able to face him again and act normal after that night. You didn’t have a lot of experience, but you knew enough to reckon that Sanji had given you the best orgasm ever. Once the sun came out, whatever spell that was between the two of you would be broken. And you tried not to let panic settle in.
Sanji could probably feel your anxiety, or that’s what you thought when he suddenly kissed the top of your head.
“We can keep this to ourselves, if you’re uncomfortable.” He said, and you gazed up at him with a lot more hurt in your eyes than you’d like to admit. He could hardly miss that, and immediately went on. “Or… I’d be happy to do it again, my love, whenever and however you want me.”
You smiled, big and warm.
“You still have a lot of freckles I wanna count with my lips.” Sanji added with a grin, letting you know how much he still desired you. “I didn’t get the chance to complete that task, princess.”
“Well, then.” You leaned up, pressing a loud, mushy kiss to his lips. “Whenever and however I want you, you say?”
As the sun came out the next day and you woke up with his arms around your body, his lips on your shoulders, certainly doing the task of kissing your freckles, you realized that everything had been real.
By the way, I was dipping my toes into a new fandom, all innocent and without giving it too much thought, and then I read this and got swallowed whole.
I'm honestly soooo intrigued and curious about the story you're creating in a mutually beneficial arrangement, I hope you add more to the series because i'm eating it all up 😋😋😋
Ahhh you're so sweet! It'll probably be a minute until I write something new because I am in the "oh yeah? FUCK you"-phase of my cycle and that's not great for smut.
HOWEVER, I've been rolling some ideas around in my head. I just gotta see how I can tie them in with the existing series, this Sanji has really grown on me 🥺
I was thinking, maybe something from Sanji's POV? Something fluffy perhaps? Maybe some sex pollen? Fake dating? Maybe we'll add another person?? SO MANY OPTIONS ✨️
Word count: 3 K
Tags: smut, MDNI, jealousy, toxic relationship?, former lovers, dirty talk, rough sex, spanking, biting, hair pulling
A/N: SO. I guess I'm a One Piece girlie now. It is what it is. This is the first time I'm writing a character I haven't studied as obsessively as my usual suspects, but here we are.
In my head, this reader is the same one as in Live to serve, she doesn't have to be though and this fic works perfectly fine on its own. Just know she's getting some serious Worst-Generation-dick.
Law's stomach turns when he sees the jolly roger wafting in the wind, the unmistakable straw-hat-skull grinning at him from across the ocean. He knew the day would probably come, now that it's here he doesn't feel like he's prepared for it. Or that he'd ever be ready to face you again after you decided to join Luffy's crew.
He's on edge all day, constantly scanning the periphery to see if he catches a glance of you, he knows he's being unreasonably harsh with his crew, but he just can't help it. And when he sees Usopp and Franky sitting outside of the tavern his crew chose to spend the evening at, he knows the moment he would have loved to avoid is finally upon him.
Most of his crew are already inside when he slowly pushes the creaky door open, sitting at a table near the entrance. He doesn't really look at them as he sinks down in an empty chair next to Bepo, his gaze is wandering over all the other patrons, quickly finding the loud table further in with the small reindeer and green-haired swordsman sitting at it. His jaw tightens.
Right next to Zoro, back turned to him, there you are. Leaning over the table, talking to your friends, and – of course – a hand, belonging to the Straw Hats’ pervert cook, wandering over your ass. Law freezes, knowing this is the better option instead of getting up to punch Black Leg Sanji in the face. He stares at you without blinking, and, as if you felt it, you turn around.
He notices how the cook's hand travels up your stomach, pulling you even closer into him, pilfering fingers grazing that soft, beautiful skin of yours as if he owned you. It makes his blood boil. Sanji’s not supposed to be touching you like this. Nobody is. It annoys him.
All air leaves his body when your gaze locks with him. He can see your eyes going wide, that gorgeous smile of yours spreading over your face as you recognize him. You cock your head in that way that makes him want to bite your neck, and you wave. Law looks at you for a second longer, then turns the other way, pretending to join the conversation that's been happening on the other side of him.
A couple of hours later, the evening is becoming livelier by the minute. People are eating, drinking, having fun, except for Law who's not only been miserable but also doing a terrible job hiding it. His crewmates know not to take his monosyllabic demeanor personally, and he's thankful for that. He becomes even more annoyed when you start making your way over to the Heart Pirates' table, first to make conversation with Penguin and Shachi, but then, even though he tries to ignore you away, he feels your hand between his shoulder blades.
“Law.”
Your voice is as sweet as he remembers it, and hearing you say his name stirs something deep inside him. He doesn't like it. Doesn't like the power you apparently still hold over him. When he responds by greeting you with yours, the sound makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It's been a while since he's said it out loud.
He turns to look at you, and you're so much prettier up this close. A tidal wave of memories crashes down over him, he can see the scenes playing out before his inner eye. How lost and vulnerable you looked when you first met on Sabaody, how he and the crew took you in, nursed you back to health. How he had quickly become intoxicated with you, your brilliant mind, your delectable taste, how he had almost forgotten about his dreams and responsibilities because he was so wrapped up in you. And then, of course, how you had mutually decided you couldn't be together anymore. For the sake of his destiny. For the sake of his crew. How you left because you knew you'd destroy each other if you stayed close.
He had heard that you had become a member of the straw hats after that. He just didn't want to believe it. But now, with you staring straight into his soul again after all this time, he had no other choice. “Great,” he answers through gritted teeth as you ask him how he's doing. He doesn't reciprocate. He's not sure he wants to hear how great life is on the Thousand Sunny. He had thought he had moved on, but apparently, he was wrong. Seeing you like this, unbothered and being touched in such an intimate way by another man had made a green-eyed monster awaken in his chest.
“Walk with me,” you say, and for a second, he just wants to tell you off. He doesn't need this. Doesn't need you. And still, he gets up from his chair, wordlessly, moves to step outside the crowded tavern. He can feel the eyes of his crew mates burn holes into the back of his head. He doesn't care.
The early evening air is cool and refreshing. The first couple of stars start showing themselves, a pleasant breeze rustles through the nearby trees. Your shoulder brushes against his arm as you walk past him. You act like it doesn't mean anything. But he knows it does.
You set a quick pace, don't look back to see if he's following you. You probably know that he doesn't have it in him not to follow. How very rude of you. With a couple of long strides, he catches up to you. And then the two of you walk. In silence.
You pass restaurants, shops about to close, then houses with people sitting in front of them, enjoying the weather and each other's company. When the road starts winding up a hill, the housing becomes more scarce. The paved road turns into gravel for a while, and when you stroll past a farm the gravel turns into rocks.
And then, just like that, maybe because the hill is getting steeper, or maybe because you just want to see what it does to him, a small huff leaves you. Nothing indecent per se, but it immediately sends him back to all the times he took your breath away, when you moaned under him. It makes him freeze. He looks at you, and, when you stop in your tracks as well, you look back at him. For a beat, you just stare at each other, both ready to pounce, static crackling in the air between you.
“Come on, Law. This is stupid. You can still ta—”
Law grabs your hand. And then yanks you along in the direction of the open shed a couple of feet away. You stumble inside, him still tugging you along, catching yourself as he throws the door shut behind you. He plants himself in front of you, towering over your smaller form. The way you're looking up at him makes the predator inside him roar.
“What do you want?”
You look surprised when the question bursts out of him. And then, beneath the surprise, appears that cheekiness. The confidence, the preeminence he fell in love with all that time ago. He knows exactly what you want. And he's going to give it to you. Because he wants it every bit as much.
“Law, I—”
“Tell me.” He feels like his body moves on his own when he steps even closer to you, crowding you against a beam that's conveniently right behind your back. His hand shoots up, gripping your upper arm. Pulling you close to him as his thumb tentatively strokes over your skin.
You chuckle. Look up at him with those big doe eyes, teeth grazing your lower lip as you do that thing with your head again. Making yourself vulnerable in front of him so he only needs to lean in and take a bite. He can already feel his pants getting tighter.
“Make me.”
Law's mouth crashes into yours without any further warning. The hand that's not on your arm shoots to the back of your neck, tangling in your hair as he pulls you in to devour you. He doesn't wonder if he might have misread the situation. He can feel you smiling into his open mouth even though he's almost gnawing your face off, and you're kissing him back every bit as fervently as he's kissing you.
With sloppy kisses, he starts trailing over your jaw, down to your neck, to that spot where your scent is the most vivid. He bites down on it, making you squeal. You resist for a second, then let yourself go soft in his embrace again. Moan at him sucking his mark into your skin.
“Does he satisfy you?” Law pushes you back into the beam, dust trickles down as it creaks. Your faces are only inches apart, but he can see your lips are already red and puffy from that violent display of lust just seconds ago, from his beard scratching all over your face. Your breath hitches as he smoothly slips a hand under your shirt, finds your nipple with practiced ease, twists it until you gasp.
“Who?”
“Don't play dumb. The cook, does he satisfy you?”
“He's a great chef. I never go hungry.”
Law chuckles. He's missed this banter with you. He liked how you always kept his mind sharp.
“You know that's not what I mean.”
With the hand that's not rolling your nipple between thumb and index, he pulls your shirt down, lowers his head to suck on the other bud. Takes it between his teeth. Tiptoeing just on that line between pleasure and pain. You moan, having an increasingly hard time forming coherent sentences, but you're still not giving up.
“Then what do you mean?”
He lets you slip free with a wet plop, straightens up to look you deep in the eyes. Then he goes back to kissing your jaw with so much ardor you have to turn your head to the side, and he whispers in your ear.
“Come on. It's obvious that you're fucking. The way he had his hands all over you? You don't let people do that if you're not getting something out of it.”
“Oh, you noticed that, huh?” Law smirks at how weak your voice suddenly sounds. Must be all the making out, or him tweaking your nipple, or maybe it's his thigh that he's firmly pressing between your legs.
“‘Course I did. So tell me. Is he any good?”
Law bites your neck again, splays his fingers under your shirt. Gets a proper feel of all of the soft flesh of your breast.
“...the best.”
He pauses, then huffs.
“The best?”
You nod.
“He's so good to me, you don't even know half of the sounds he coaxes out of me.”
Law leans back. Looks at you and your smug, pretty face. Then, without a warning, he lifts you up with one arm, shambles a sturdy wooden crate that's a couple of feet away to the place you were just standing in, puts you back down on it. He swirls you around a little faster than he meant to, almost making you lose balance, but you catch yourself with your hands on the beam. Ass sticking out. Perfect.
“Hm. So how does he do that?”
Law kicks your legs apart with his knee. Then he yanks your skirt and panties down. He could have just lifted the skirt up, pulled your underwear aside. He likes it better like this. You eagerly kick the pieces of fabric away, position yourself arching your back at him.
“Well, first of all, he takes his time.”
He decides to reward your sass with a good old spanking. You whine as his broad hand connects with your skin.
“I have a ship to run, time is a luxury I can't afford.”
He smacks you again, then runs his hand over your ass. Squeezes, not wasting any time before he finds your wetness. Unceremoniously, he pushes two fingers in. And he's happy to notice that you're way wetter than you'd ever admit.
“He'll make me come before even thinking about getting his cock out.” Your breathing is starting to become more ragged, you clench around his fingers as Law scissors you open with surgical precision. He adds a third finger. It'll make it easier for you to take his cock if you're nice and open already.
“He's all selfless, huh? Only thinks about your pleasure?”
“You have no idea.”
His fingers make a filthy squelching sound as he pulls them out, he spreads your slick all over your entrance. Then he unbuckles his belt, lets his pants drop to the floor as his achingly hard cock springs free. He shakes his head at your words. He absolutely does care about your pleasure. But Law's not trying to spoil you. He wants to ruin you.
“Tell me what he does to you,” he says as he teases the throbbing head of his cock along your slit.
“He always starts by eating me out. Gets his face all up in my pussy, I sometimes worry he'll suffocate from how thoroughly he eats me out. He does this thing where he sucks—”
Your voice falters when his hand smacks down on your ass again, a low, pained moan almost getting stuck in your throat.
“You were saying?”
“Nevermind.”
He laughs, guides his tip through your folds, enjoying how you're pushing your ass in his direction and him holding the power to hold off on finally giving you what you're too proud to say.
“Come on. Don't get shy now. What else does he do?” Another sharp slap on your ass, he can slowly start seeing the imprint his hand is leaving. You mewl in pleasure.
“He… he makes sure he gives every inch of my body the same amount of attention. He'll kiss me. Tell me how beautiful I am. Sanji doesn't fuck. He makes love.”
“Mh. Is that how you like it now?” He lines himself up to you, but recoils as you desperately try to push yourself down on him. “Slow and gentle?”
He runs his hands over your hips, feeling the goosebumps his fingers cause to appear and then, with one deep, hard thrust, sinks into you.
“Mh-hm.” Your head drops forward, but you keep your back arched. You're already a mess and he hasn't even really get started yet. “It's just so nice to get… pampered… like that.”
You make a point out of finishing the sentence, even though you're being rocked into the beam so hard with every single one of his thrusts that all air leaves your lungs.
“Oh yeah? And is that why you're dripping all over my cock while I'm fucking you against the wall in a goddamn barn?”
The sound you make is somewhere on the whiny side between a moan and a laugh, and the quick and dirty rhythm he set falters big time as he feels you clenching down on him with your pussy.
“You don't like it gentle.”
“But I do.”
You twitch around him.
“You like to get railed. Properly.”
He watches, mesmerized, as his cock keeps disappearing inside you, coming back out glistening from your juices.
“I like it when you rail me.”
Law groans. There's nothing else he can say to that, he's already about to burst, so he just drills into you with the urgency you've told him you liked so many times. He knows he's not going to last very long today, but that's okay. You're close, too. He can feel your heart working overtime, and he knows exactly how to interpret those tiny muscle spasms ripping through you that keep continuously increasing in frequency.
There's just one more thing he needs from you. His voice is strained when he says your name, and for a second he worries it's come out softer than he meant to. Not that you'd judge him for it. He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulls just enough so you have to turn your head to look at him.
“And tell me, does he make you scream his name?”
You smile. Let your eyes flutter shut as you blissfully sigh at the ecstasy he's making you feel.
“He doesn't. He makes me moan it.”
“Thought so.”
He lets go of your hair, reaches over to your mouth. You gladly part your lips, suck on the two digits he offers you. He pulls them from your mouth when they're coated in spit, then reaches down between your legs to start rubbing circles around your clit.
“Fuck…”
You're so sensitive already, he barely has to do anything other than keeping his movements steady.
“Come on. Do it.”
Still, he speeds up. Pulls you into him with the one hand that remains on your hips, buries himself to the hilt over and over again.
“F— I'm gonna…”
He bends forward, whispers in your ear.
“Do it.”
The reaction is immediate. You cry out, thighs quivering, breath stuttering as the orgasm rips through you.
“Fuck. Yes. Law. Please, I need you so bad—”
He smiles. Finally.
“There we go.”
He closes his eyes, thrusting steadily to let you ride out your high for as long as he can before your pussy squeezing around his length becomes unbearable and he allows himself to fall as well.
His hips stutter as he comes deep inside you, holds you still, makes you take all of his release. He only moves when your legs actually give in, steadies you even though he feels like lying down himself. He cleans you up best as he can using your discarded panties. You’re probably going to have to throw them out. He didn't like that pair anyway.
When you're decent again, Law holds you at an arm's length, looks you up and down. Checks every inch of your body for bruises, any sign of something that might have made you uncomfortable. Proudly traces a thumb over the bite marks on your neck. You're gonna have to wear your hair differently to hide them. Or put on a scarf. Whatever, not his problem. You knew what you were bargaining for.
He cups your cheek, pulls you in for a last kiss. “You're beautiful.”
You smile into his lips. “Shut up, Law.”
For a brief second, he considers telling you that he loves you. But he knows that it wouldn't change a thing. Both of you already got what you needed. To let that old flame that burned so brightly consume you once again. Just for a moment.
