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random sex headcanons! (nsfw)
had some thoughts during my workout today, so i figured i'd write them out as a break from the endless wips in my docs. :)
zoro, sanji, usopp(!), and law x afab reader
tagging: @bby-deerling @kaizokuniichan @throwmethroughawindow (hello soppers)
Zoro
Prefers a position where he can see your face.
He wants to watch you squirm under his touch, wants to see your expression twisting with ecstasy each time his cock slides against your walls.
Big on touch. His hands will glide along your body, squeezing at any flesh he can get his fingers around, but has a slight preference for grabbing your thighs - not only because he's a thigh guy, but because they're your thighs. Also helps him manhandle you into deeper positions.
Has two modes - rough and nasty, or gentle and loving. The first is more of a stress-reliever, or for a quickie in the training room before a meal, but its raw and real and even between his forceful strokes he's praising you, telling you how good you are, how good you feel, that you take him so well, or that you're made for his cock and his alone.
But if he's in his feels about you, he prefers it slow and steady. Missionary, lotus, cowgirl, whatever it is, Zoro finds great joy in watching you enjoy yourself. He'll hold your cheek in his palm and if you nuzzle into his touch you may be rewarded with a long, passionate series of kisses and words of love between each one. He tells you that you make him happy, that you're perfect and beautiful, how he's so lucky that you put up with him, and how much he loves you.
Sanji
Also a big face watcher, just the sight of you moaning and mewling for him is enough to make the coil of delirium unravel.
Takes a while for him to stop finishing so quickly (he loves you!), but he gets that iron will eventually - and will use it to make you into a panting, tired, sweaty mess.
Super switchy. Sanji will always lovingly top you, but loves being the bottom. Ride him, peg him, and gently tease him all you want - just treat him like the sweet prince that he is and be affectionate. Show him that you love him, take it into your own hands and watch him melt into you.
Really likes seeing you dressed up, just to dress you down later. Kisses your neck and coos in your ear about how lovely you look while he unzips your dress before sliding it down your shoulders and into a heap of fabric on the floor. Undresses you with a fire in his veins, taking his time to caress every inch of flesh available to him, kissing down your body while taking off each piece of remaining clothing that lies his way.
A pussy eating king. Sanji knows taste, and will bury his nose as deep into you as he can, licking and slurping up your juices like it's his last meal. He kisses it often, usually murmuring something in his native tongue against your folds and making you shiver from the timbre of his voice.
Usopp
The sweet boy is so shy. Takes him a few tries before he can even look you in the eye (he’ll cum too quick :( !) during. So at first he takes you mostly from behind.
His hands love digging into the plush of your ass, though. Gets really hypnotized by the way it bounces back onto his cock and tends to lose himself in the moment and - wanting to see it move faster - absent-mindedly picks up the pace to slam into you with harder and harder strokes.
Once he opens up a bit, you find that he's really fun in bed. He makes love to you like you're the last thing he'll ever touch, but will switch it up on the fly and rail you until tears of overstimulation peck at your tear ducts. Folds you around as he wishes, trying every angle, every position that he can wiggle the both of you into - and every time you're happy to let him experiment.
Call him Captain Usopp mid-sex and its over for you. Something emerges from him that makes him go feral. Grabs your hair or your arms and fucks you faster and harder than he can realize himself. Very dominant this way too - demands you say it again, or to keep calling him by the name. Assaults your neck and back with kisses and bites, hungrier than ever to mark you up as Captain Usopp's girl.
Always makes sure to show his feelings for you through touch and praise, but always says “I love you!” right as he cums.
Law
Usually has no preference on positions. Law will fuck you in any way you want. Though is apt to end up telling you how he wants to take you regardless, urging you onto your hands and knees, pressing you against a wall, or bending you over his desk.
Great with his fingers. Coaxes several orgasms from you before even considering putting his cock in you. Long, lithe digits scissor in and out of your entrance, spurring you magnificently over the edge over and over again. Loves to shove his fingers into your mouth afterward, and can barely keep his focus when you clean your slick from them.
Absolutely gets pussy drunk. His cock twitches wildly in response to your walls clenching around him, making his head spin with want and desire. Leans back to watch himself disappear deep inside of you again and again, mesmerized by the way your pussy grips him and how wet and warm and tight you are.
Plays into your sensitivities. If you have sensitive nipples or breasts, his mouth is on them, sucking and licking and nibbling in ways that have you crying out for more. Sensitive clit? Law is rubbing it in slow, agonizingly sweet circles as he thrusts into you, bringing you just to the edge of reality but not over it just yet.
Very weak for affection, especially during intimacy. Hold his hand and hear him whine before grabbing you tighter and fucking you harder, but kiss him and watch his brain fray into blissful petals of pure devotion. Has been known to stop all together to just lock his lips to yours for a while.
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One Piece Men + Reader touching their thigh and saying “I’m Hungry”
TW: Slight Voyeurism, NSFW.
A/N: First attempt at smut,,, screaming ૮ ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ ྀིა
Zoro:
You did it while he was working out up in the Crow’s Nest. You walk up to him, with Zoro barely noticing your arrival as he focuses on his 495th rep of overhead presses. You place your hand on his knee, caressing your way up to his thigh, sneaking a finger under his waistband. Zoro’s breath hitches when you do so. “What do you want, woman?” He grunts out, continuing his reps. You keep your hand still as you sigh out, “I’m hungry, Zoro.” Zoro sends a look your way, sweat dripping down his forehead. “And? What the hell do you want me to do about it? Go see that shitty cook if you’re hungry.” You roll your eyes and dip your finger into his gym shorts more, pulling down the waistband slightly to reveal a bit of green turf. “Are you sure you want me to go to Sanji for this?” Zoro sucks on his teeth at your response and throws away the dumbbells in his hands; they make a loud crashing noise when they land on the floor. Still lying on his back, Zoro grabs your hand and pulls you onto him. His bulge is ever so present between your thighs. He bucks up his hips while grabbing your plush thighs now, his fingers sinking in harshly. You moan a bit. “Zo-Zoro… what if people come up here because they heard the crash?” “Hah…? Thought you were hungry? It’s too late to turn back now, sweetheart.” He smirks when your thighs tremble at the nickname. “I’m going to make you regret coming up here.”
Sanji:
He was preparing to make dinner when you sneaked up behind him. He turns around to give you quick kisses on the forehead. “Hello Princess.” He murmurs between kisses before turning around again and returning to the cutting board. “I’m just chopping up some vegetables right now, but did you need something for me?” You hugged his side, one arm around his waist and the other on his thigh, Sanji froze mid cut. “I’m Hungry.” You stuck out your bottom lip in a big pout. “Y/N-sw-swan, I can, ahem, make you a quick snack if you like.” He tries to play it cool but with the way his legs were shaking, he was already close to being undone. You lean your head on his shoulder and whisper next to his ear, your hand ghosting above the front of his pants. “I think I want this snack, though; can you prepare it for me, baby?”. Sanji almost lets out a whimper but holds strong; he fully turns around to grab you by the waist and pull you up on the counter. Face flushed and hands slightly trembling, he kneels down, pressing open mouth kisses on your bare skin leading up to your core. “I hope you don’t mind me taking the first taste, darling.”
Shanks:
It was in the middle of another party; Shanks and the Red-Haired Pirates were drinking the night away once again. Shanks was laughing at something when you swayed your way up to him. He immediately took notice and started to make grabby hands and kissy noises at you. “Babeeeeee~ Come here.” Shanks grins at you, drawing you in and settling you down on his thigh. He cuddles closely and breathes in your scent, the smell of alcohol tickles your nose while his stubble tickles your neck. You try to resist already mewling as his hand gropes around your soft body, and with a blush creeping up your neck you grab Shanks’ hand. “Dear… I’m hungry.” You murmured, your hand slowly sliding up his thigh, but before you could get up any further, Shank had already pulled you closer, nose to nose, grinning wildly. “In public, doll? How shameful.” He lets out a small ‘tsk’ but swiftly drowns out any complaints or retorts you may have by poking his tongue through your lips. It was a sloppy kiss, but that didn’t stop your thighs from clenching together. It took for one of the other party-goers to start shouting at the both of you, ‘To get a room’ before Shanks pulled away with a sheepish grin. He stands up with you still on his hips. “How about we continue this in my room, hmm?”
A/N: Requests currently open!
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feral ft. vinsmoke sanji!
warnings: nsfw themes; mdni thankyou!
♡ im so tired of the version of sanji that is so soft, so restrained in the way his delicate fingertips play along your soft skin.
im so tired of the version that holds onto you dearly as he fucks into your cunt, kissing away your tears with soft praises.
im so fucking tired of the version that drops down on his knees, kissing and devouring each inch of you till you're a flushed, breathless mess underneath his familiar touches.
♡ ofcourse that's perfect but im so desperate for the version of sanji that's feral.
♡ the version that's barely gripping onto his sanity as he decided to fuck all his pent-up anger and frustration into your weeping, inviting cunt.
the version whose grip on your hips bruises you, makes you weep cause his pace in relentless. his cock buries into you and then he pulls it back, dragging it out before slamming it into your perfect pussy all over again. he continues his ministrations as you squirm under his touch.
desperate.
the version who momentarily only knows you as his personal fleshlight. manhandling you, turning you around, making you sit in his lap, turning you around again and fucking you stupid till all you are are glassy eyes, drooling lips and chants of his name.
♡ he's heaving, sweat dripping off of him and onto your sticky, damp back. he grabs onto your hair, pulling it backwards and pushing your back down to deepen the arch.
his fingers reach around from the back, rubbing slow circles into your clit and you cry out, throwing your head back and moaning deliciously as he pulls your hair harder.
♡ feral.
thats how he feels when he hears the sound of you desperately rutting against his fingers and his fat cock, trying to get yourself off him for the fucking nth time.
you look so helpless, your voice sounds so hoarse and he knows even a fleeting touch on your puffy, overstimulated clit is gonna send your pussy spasming around him.
god, you're fucking driving him insane.
♡ and this insanity is what he relishes in.
he lets your aching cunt suck him off dry as he trembles and cums into you.
your high feverish moans when his fingers refuse to leave your clit alone, toying with it still as he stills inside of you.
he watches your slump figure as he pulls out of you, seeing the white mixture seep out, painting your thighs in milky shades for the third time.
what a fucking sight.
♡ he turns you around, finding your spent face and pressing a hungry kiss onto your lips.
then, with a hungry smile, he whispers, "one last time, i promise."
and he devours you all over again.
a/n: wrote this to get out of a writing slump. kinda going feral even writing this lmao. should i write more pieces in this style of writing? lemme know <3
also credit to the artist (found the art on pinterest)
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cw. sanji x f!reader, smoking, praise kink, mating press
Thinking about Sanji just absolutely pounding you into the bed beneath you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with every hard thrust of his hips, all the while his cigarette rests between his lips.
The smell of sex is almost as intoxicating as the smoke from his tab, but you don’t care, especially not when he’s ramming into you with a force that knocks the air out of your lungs every time, leaving you panting under him as he grips at your quivering thighs.
“Good girl,” he mutters, one of his hands leaving your thighs and coming up to his face, removing the cigarette from his mouth and blowing the smoke into the room, stopping altogether and watching you buck your hips needily for more friction.
“Oh, you’re so desperate…” he says, a slight curve on his lips as he watches how eager you are for him to continue. “Need me to fuck this pussy until you’re all filled up, don’t you?”
You nod, tears threatening to slip down the corners of your eyes.
“No, princess, you gotta use your words” he says, smoke seeping out of his mouth with every word.
“I need it, Sanji…” you barely whisper, and he places the cigarette back in between his lips to use both of his hands to force you into a mating press, the new angle allowing him to reach deeper into your walls.
You moan his name over and over, the tears finally dripping down your cheeks as the head of his cock abuses your sweet spot repeatedly.
“You’re doing such a good job, taking me so well…” he says, a string of groans following his words, soft grunts to the same rhythm of his thrusts against you. His brows are furrowed as he looks down, focusing on the way your pussy is swallowing his cock whole, leaving a white ring of your arousal on him.
“You look so pretty when you’re creaming around me, pretty girl” he praises, and he knows you like it when he feels you clenching around him. “You like that? You like me calling you my pretty girl? my angel?”
His calloused hands grip your thighs a little harder at the way you scream his name, his fingertips dig into your skin, sure to leave marks until tomorrow, just the way he likes it.
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"Thank you"
Word Count: 2,168 Sanji-Pollen "Drabble" Part 2 (Part 1 here)
Masterlist Here, Pollen Masterlist here
Warnings: Pollen!Sanji, MDNI, Sanji has inhaled pollen, Sanji can't relieve himself, Edging, Crying, Whimpering, Begging, rutting, Solo!Sanji, Sanji x Afab!reader. smut, p in v
Minors, this is not meant for you.
Tag List: @vespidphoenix @gingernut1314 @cinnbar-bun @sordidmusings @delectableworm @feral-artistry @writingmysanity - We couldn't just leave him like that now, could we?
As the first of the Straw-Hat crew to return to the vessel, you were unsure as to what following the strange sounds down the lengthy corridor would bring you. Nothing in all of your flirtation-ship with the chef could’ve prepared you for the sight gracing your eyes.
His vision was foggy, jaw slacked and a mixture of sticky saliva sweeping down his chin. The beads of sweat pouring from his temples, dampening his cheeks and gluing his soaked blond hair to his forehead as you witnessed his eyes rolling back into his skull. Growls, cries and whimpers were choking through his throat and coating the air with his desperate screams for aid.
Your eyes widened, following the trail of sweat glistening skin over his torso and down to the chiseled ‘v’ of his blonde happy-trail. Everything was red, hot and desperate. His skin rubbed raw with the clawing fingernails of his dominant hand thrusting his cock within his fist with a violent ferocity. Shock held you stationary in the doorway, your hand dropping the objects you had purchased from within town and thudding against the floor; alerting the poor chef to your presence.
He snapped his gaze to you, his body too weak and desperate to shield his aching cock from your vision. Much to the horror of you both, he continued tugging desperately on his abused shaft and pinching his swollen tip as he was brought to the edge of another orgasm.
“I-I’m so s-sorry,” he managed to stutter out through his thrusting, hot and fresh tears falling freely down his cheeks, “I-I can’t st-stop. It h-hurts t-to stop-p.”
“Sanji, what did you do?” you asked him, hastily bringing yourself into his quarters and closing the door behind you. You hesitated, your brows furrowing and eyes panicking at the sight of your friend in a state of complete vulnerability.
The two of you had something unspoken between you; subtle touches as you brushed past one another in the halls, preferential treatment at meal times, and you always seeking him out and gifting him with tokens from your travels – one of which lay abandoned on the floor beside the door.
“Sanji, what did you do?” you again questioned him, your eyes searching his and attempting to dismiss what he was doing to pleasure himself in front of you. You bit your lip, unable to simply cast aside the lewd noises he was mewling at you, desperately calling your name within his shaky voice.
“I-I can’t,” He sobbed, his cock desperately writhing and twitching within his palm, “I can’t cum!” His desperate cry for help broke something in you, you immediately taking pity on him and running over to sit at his side. The mattress dipped at his torso, you refusing to look below his clavicle and search his gaze for answers.
“Sanji,” you hesitated, your hand halting slightly in its descent towards his glistening forehead.
“T-Touch me, please. Please, love. P-Please touch me,” he begged with you, his eyes shutting tightly as he winced out another cry, “I n-need you. Please, I need you.” You pressed your palm against his forehead, taking in his scorching temperature beneath your palm and wincing at the contact.
“You’re burning up, sweetheart,” you commented, swiping his damp hair away from his forehead and sweeping your palm to collect his cheek, “what can I do? Tell me. I’ll get Chopper-.”
“-NO!” He roared at you, shock springing to your spine at his ferocity. His eyes were open and pupils completely blown with unbridled lust as he managed to wince out, his pace not halting in the slightest as his bicep continued to maintain his bruising rhythm of fisting his veiny cock.
“J-Just-… Just…” he closed his eyes, his breath continuing to stutter. He bit his bottom lip hard, piercing the skin as he attempted to again push himself over the edge of another orgasm to no avail. His body was wrecked with grief, physically shaking. You were unaware of the possibility of someone being struck pale with horror and glow crimson with embarrassment: yet, here lay the poor blonde chef in a puddle of his own sweat, shaking with arousal and frustration.
“Just, what? What can I do? Love, name it,” you cooed down at him. You couldn’t bare to watch another moment of him like this, but truly unaware of how to best aid him in his predicament. Sanji cringed through the pain, gritting his teeth and persevering his unspoken thought.
“Darling,” he called to you, attempting to sit from his reclined position; only to falter back onto his unused elbow as he winced out, “I need you to fuck me.” You were absolutely taken aback by his statement, the seriousness in his eyes and the animalistic tone in his voice. Sanji would flirt with you, sure. You would reciprocate, absolutely. But this was something new entirely.
“-Don’t think about it. Don’t think about me. Just-…nmph-…” he was hit with another wave of lust as the dust in his lungs fuelled his desire further, “-You can picture anyone else. Imagine the most handsome man, or beautiful woman you could concoct. Picture the stupid swordsman, I just-… -f-fuck… Just please, lay with me. Please f-fuck me-.”
You placed both hands either side of his face, pulling his lustful gaze into you and holding his grey eyes fixed on your own.
“Sanji,” you called to him, your voice soft and calm. A whimper fell from his parted lips as you rolled his name over your tongue.
“Y-Yes, my love? Y-Yes?” he asked you, his eyes full of sorrow and defeat. You sighed at his expression, smoothing your hand over his face once again.
“There’s no one else I would dream of doing this for,” you confessed to him, “why would I imagine anyone else?” His actions halted, his body immediately reacting to your words and holding himself completely statuesque. At that momentary pause, his body screamed at him to begin moving once more; a growl releasing itself from within his chest and verbally chastising himself.
“Darling, please. Please,” he begged, thrusting upwards his hips into his hands, “Please ride me. I need you.. -nghh-…, please, I…-hhah-…p-promise I’ll be good. Please.”
You sighed, closing your eyes and feeling the waves of his heated desperation falling off him and coating the room with the perfume of his musky arousal. You stood, facing away from him and removed your pants, pooling them onto the floor to entangle with his bedsheets and pillows he flung carelessly off his bed earlier. Shimmying out of your underwear, you kicked them off to the side, your walls already coated with a shameful amount of arousal at the sight of your desperate friend as he pumped his cock in front of you.
Keeping your eyes closed, you turned around to face him again while bashfully tugging down the length of your shirt to shield your arousal from him. You coyly knelt atop the mattress, avoiding his desperate gaze as he took in every moment of your descent towards him. He continued to fist at his cock at a bruising pace, the heavy slaps falling like punches down his shaft to hit at his groin painfully heavy as he cried out for you one last time.
“I’m s-sorry. I’m…a-aahh-…I’m so, so sorry,” his apologies were flung into the air with a mixture of your name and a variety of creative pet-names. You reached down and collected his unused hand, lacing your fingertips within his slowly and carefully.
“It’s okay, Sanji. If you could just-,” you crawled onto his lap and hovered over his rapidly beating hand tugging his aching cock, “-stop for a moment, and I’ll-…” you reached down and tugged away his hand from gripping his cock in the firm vice-clench of his hand. He whimpered and began gyrating into the air at the absence of stimulation, his tongue darting out to dampen his bottom lip with a fresh coat of saliva.
You placed his hand on your hip and released it from your grasp, reaching down to pull back the skin of his shaft and steady yourself as you made a slow descent to impale yourself atop his throbbing cock. His shiny red tip brushed against your glistening folds, prompting him to let out a feral scream at the contact. Your eyes snapped open, searching his face for any harm or pain, only finding a warm blush dusting his cheeks, his jaw slack and a trail of saliva connecting his upper and lower teeth. You furrowed your brows, hardening in your resolve and sunk the tip of his cock into your core. Another scream erupted from Sanji, his whimpers falling away to become feral growls and ferocious snarls.
“Sanji,” you moaned, the tip beginning to stretch your core as you adjusted to his size. His eyes snapped open as he gazed at your face. Although his vision was blurry and exhaustion was overcoming him from edging his body, he was desperately pleading with himself to be present for this moment. A moment he truly never foresaw ever completing on his own. Although still clad in your t-shirt, your torso hidden from him as you sunk down onto his aching cock, he had never seen something so beautiful. His eyes filled with glassy, fresh tears of relief as you continued slowly coaxing his cock into you.
He unlaced his hand with yours, bringing it to meet the other side of your hip as you descended down onto his cock; fluttering as you adjusted to his size. As you nearly took in his entire length, he mustered all of the strength remaining in his body and sat with you fully sheathed on his lap. His balls were sucked into his stomach with the pressure of his release, the new angle immediately hitting the sensitive underside of your clit with his curved cock with his soft pubic hair tickling against your clit.
In that one swift motion of you taking in his entire length, he was immediately a trembling mess; whining sweet praises at you while physically shaking in his shoulders while desperately clawing at your ass.
He was cumming. Instantly.
Ribbons of his pent up release coating your inner walls with the slickened backsplash of his cum. Twitching, lightly rocking with his entire length disappearing within your walls, he held you so tightly as if you were the only thing tethering him to this world. He pressed his forehead against your shoulder, sobbing onto your shirt with tears dampening the material below his closed eyes.
“I-I’m cumming. I’m cumming. O-Oh f-fuck… -nghhh-… I-I… -hh-hahh-… I’m s-sorry. I-I’m c-cumming,” he cried against you, his shoulders shaking with his sobs.
“It’s okay, shh,” you drew your hands to the back of his hair, soothing over the sweat covered, matted locks, “sweetheart, it’s okay. You’re safe. You’re loved. It’s truly okay.” You pressed a small kiss to his temple while he slowly rocked you within his lap, his cum continuing to shoot up into you and dance with your own glistening arousal. Although you had not experienced a release, you could empathetically feel his satisfaction as he was finally able to climax through whatever seemed to hold him incapable of doing so.
Waves of exhaustion fell from him, his rocking halting as the last few beads spilled over and into your body, your arousal satisfying his unquenchable thirst and smothering the flames of his wild, burning panic. He sighed into you, releasing your hips from his grip and circling his left hand around your hips and hooking his right hand up the middle of your back to cradle you against himself. A small shudder of his shoulders followed by a low rumbly, laugh of relief had you finally able to relax, knowing your chef was finally himself again. You giggled, lacing your arms over his shoulders and whispering down against his temple.
“Are you okay down there?” you giggled as you checked in with him, prompting another laugh to erupt from his parted lips at your question. He slowly moved his forehead away from the crook of your shoulder and neck, placing a small kiss against your neck before looking up at you.
“Hi,” he whispered to you, a coy smile rising to his lips as his eyes finally met yours.
“Hi,” you smiled back in return. He placed his forehead up against your own, brushing your nose with his. His eyes creased upwards, his relief falling over him in waves as you traced circles atop his shoulders. He slowly snuck a glance down at the point where your two bodies connected, noticing his slowly dissipating harness was still buried within you. He sighed out a content breath before seeking your gaze out once more.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” Sanji huffed a small laugh, “I’ll return the favor, then I’ll cook you something. That sound okay?” You laughed at his suggestion, nodding enthusiastically and placing a small kiss on his forehead.
“Sounds perfect, chef.”
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『 bon appétit, baby. || sanji x reader 』
[PART 4 OF 4 - ONE PIECE'S KINKTOBER] - SANJI VER.
[SHANKS VER.] [BUGGY VER.] [MIHAWK VER.]
pairing: sub!sanji x f!reader
words: medium-rare
summary: to his relief, Sanji comes out on top in a tussle for your attention against Zoro.
angst; smut; fluff.
It didn't take long after joining the Straw Hats to notice the animosity between the cook and the green-haired swordsman. Actually, it took no time - they fought throughout the whole duration of the rescue of your people from Alvida's pirates.
What you didn't notice, however, was how the fighting substancially increased after you joined.
"Yeah? Well, mouths were made for eating and speaking, mosshead, not to hold a third sword because you can't do the job with two - or gods forbid, one!" Sanji yelled, waving his knife in the air dramatically.
Zoro looked up and raised a brow, scoffing at the chef.
"At least I'm not afraid to use my hands in a fight. Scared to ruin the manicure, cook?" The swordsman replied in a teasing tone.
At this point, you were covering your ears with your hands, trying desperately to block the sound and focus on the book you were reading, but to no avail.
"Guys! Please! Can you fight somewhere else that is not a common area?"
Per your request, both men shut up, but not before mumbling some insults under their breath. Sanji resumed the dinner preparations and Zoro just left the kitchen (to sleep, you assumed).
You sighed, picked up the book and hit the opened pages against your face in frustration.
"Why are they constantly fighting? Don't they get tired? Don't you?" You asked, sliding the book back on the table and turning your head to face Nami with a desperate look, speaking in a hushed tone so Sanji wouldn't hear.
She chuckled, barely cracking a smile, and peeled her eyes off of the map she was studying.
"You know half of it is because of you, right?"
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and scoffed.
"Me? What, they didn't want me here on the crew?..." You asked, slightly sad and completely misunderstanding what the crewmate meant.
Nami rolled her eyes, as if the answer was right in front of you and you refused to see it.
"Oh Y/N, they want you alright... The issue is that the both of them want you in their room with them. And not many clothes in between, if you catch me." She explained further, raising her eyebrows as she spoke in a suggestive tone.
Your face became hot and you let out a nervous chuckle.
"What?... You're seeing things, Nami. Sanji flirts with everyone and Zoro flirts with no one. How would you even notice?"
"Oh trust me, it's noticeable. Zoro actually talks to you like a normal person and he always keeps an eye on you when we're fighting. And Sanji... the way he looks at you is completely different than anything I've seen before, I don't even know how to describe it."
"If you say so..." You say in disbelief, turning back to your book as Nami sighed.
You couldn't focus on your reading, however. Your head was full of thoughts, scenarios and 'what ifs?'. Wondering how Sanji looked at you really, how would it be to date Zoro, and, if it actually came down to it, who would you choose and how would you even do it...
On one hand, Sanji was a big sweetheart, he was dedicated and you were sure the man would do anything in his power to make you happy, but he was quite clingy and desperate. On the other hand, Zoro would go above and beyond to keep you out of harms way and to keep you by his side, but he could be quite cold and monotone...
Dinner time came and went and you were particularly mindful of the two men and how they interacted with you. And, to your surprise, you actually caught on to some things you had missed before... The both of them would sometimes steal shy glances at you, they'd make sure to brush their hand against yours when passing something around the table, they'd always jump in and ask for your opinion on a matter being discussed... You wondered if Nami was actually right... And if so, how had you missed it for so long? How were you so oblivious?...
When lights went out in the ship and you could hear Luffy's snores, you were still awake - shifting, tossing and turning in bed. Suddenly the pillow was too hot, the sheets were too stuffy and the matress was too tough.
What now? What were you supposed to do with the information? Make a move? A decision?
The day had been spent with questions roaming around in your head and even when you tried to sleep, the interrogations allowed you no rest - in the back of your mind you wished Nami hadn't told you anything...
"Fuck!" You groaned, tugging at your own hair.
You stood up, the wooden floor creaking under your feet, and decided that a cup of whatever Zoro kept in the kitchen would do the trick and lay you to sleep. You had undressed completely, hoping to release yourself from the suffocating feeling of the sheets, but you decided against going naked to the kitchen and picked up the night gown you had thrown on the ground not long ago.
The pink nightgown was made of silk, with baby pink lace appliques on the bottom and on the neckline. Honestly, it left very little to the imagination - it sat just below your asscheeks, letting them peek out when you walked, and the silk perfectly outlined your hardened nipples - but it was better than being naked, and you were too tired to care.
To your surprise, the kitchen light was on. You opened the door slightly to find Sanji playing around with some ingredients. The cook was often flirty or goofy, but his serious and concentrated face was... mesmerizing. That was the only possible word to describe it. His already big, blue eyes seemed to get bigger and shine brighter. The man's jaw was clenched in pure focus and the way he'd flip his fringe out of his face from time to time was absolutely adorable. You had never seen this façade of his, and it was interesting, hot, even.
You leaned against the doorframe as you watched him intently, completely forgetting about your thirst and need for alcohol.
When you saw him carefully place one last element with the tweezers and stand back with a proud smile on his face staring at his creation, you giggled.
The sound made the cook jump, placing a hand over his heart. His visible eye was widened as he stared at you. When Sanji realized who it was, he sighed and calmed down.
"Are you trying to kill me, pretty?" The man asked with a smile, steadying himself by placing his hands on the counter in front of him.
You step inside, closer to him, and as you do he isn't able to peel his eyes off of your exposed thighs, the way your tits bounce under the thin fabric, or the way your nipples are hard and visible.
"Sorry chef, didn't want to disturb you..." You apologised with a smile.
Sanji observed as you walked over to the fridge, each step giving him a teasing peek of your ass.
"It's alright darling, you never do disturb me." The cook managed to blurt out between thoughts of bending you over every surface and fucking you.
You take out a nameless bottle that belonged to Zoro and pour yourself a cup.
Sanji furrowed his brows, looking at the cup.
"Something's wrong, beautiful? It's usually not a good sign when people drink alone at..." the man pauses, looking at the clock "4am."
You were more than used to Sanji's nicknames, but today they seemed to mean something else. The little pet names along with his deep voice and accent made something inside your stomach twist and turn.
"I'm okay just... can't sleep. Figured some of this would do the trick since Zoro is always sleeping." You said with a chuckle.
Sanji tried to hide it, but you noticed how his smile faltered a little and how his jaw tightened ever so slightly at the mention of his apparent foe.
"Mosshead does sleep a lot." The cook agreed in a mumble.
"Why do you bicker so much?" You asked as you brought the cup up to your lips.
You leaned your side against the counter and Sanji's eyes followed the curve of your hip.
"Let's just say we have common interests." The man cheekily replied, thinking he was being enigmatic and wasn't giving away too much.
And usually you wouldn't have understood what he meant, had Nami not given you that beautiful, important piece of information that afternoon.
You chuckled and set the cup down on the counter next to you. You licked your lips as you stepped closer to the man. His body tensed slightly, but he didn't move away.
"So it's true..." You mumbled, looking at him,
"What's true, gorgeous?" He asked, hoping his blush would go unnoticed (it did not).
Your caressed his cheek with your hand and the cook couldn't help but lean into your touch.
"Nami told me something today..." Sanji placed his hand on top of yours, caressing it with his thumb, as you stepped even closer, your chests almost touching "She said that you and Zoro fight so much because you both wanted me... is this true?"
Sanji's heart was beating out of his chest and his face was on fire. The man cleared his throat, in the best attempt of not giving away his nervousness (and the overwhelming sense of lust your simple touch gave him).
"There might be a little truth to that, princess..." He said lowly, his eyes shifting between your lips and your eyes.
"I guess I should make a choice now, shouldn't I..." You said, not really asking a question, but debating with yourself.
You spent some time in a tense silence - not a word was exchanged, and not a breath was heard.
He then watched as your tits and thighs jiggled when you jumped to sit on the counter. Your slightly separated legs gave him a beautiful view of your inner thighs and he swore he could see your panties. Sanji was salivating like a dog at the sight of your body and he wanted nothing more than for you to suffocate him and ride his face, yet he awaited your response.
"What's the choice gonna be, sweetheart?" Sanji asked, as he took your stance as an invitation for him to get closer and place his hands on your thighs.
The cook tilted his head to the side every so slightly, your breaths mixing in front of you.
You gripped his shirt and pulled him closer to you, catching his lips in a passionate, animalistic kiss. You could feel his need and desperation in the exchange, which was to be expected from someone who had apparently waited so long to do this to you. What you didn't expect was the equal need you felt within yourself - you too were desperate to feel him, desperate for his touch.
Sanji definitely wasn't the quiet type - the cook wanted you to know how good you made him feel, especially when you rolled your hips against his and he felt your pussy against his hardened cock.
The man shamelessly moaned and groaned into the kiss, gripping your thighs harshly, pulling your crotch as close as possible to his.
When you pulled away from him, breathless, your lips were red and swollen.
Sanji's eyes sparkled when looking at you, and that's when you understood that you had him wrapped around your finger.
Your hand reached behind his head and, at first, you caressed his hair. But after a second you gripped his hair in your fist and gave it an experimental tug. Sanji's brows furrowed slightly and a small moan escaped past his lips.
"You like that kind of stuff?" You asked with a lustful expression.
Sanji looked away, shy and embarrassed, but gave you a small nod.
Seeing the man that oozed with confidence in each step he took crumble in front of you and become shy awoke something inside of you - you wanted to ruin him and his pretty face.
"I wanna ride your face."
Your eyes widened as well as the cook's, as you thought of that, but didn't mean to say it out loud. Before you could apologise for being too forward with your words, Sanji kissed you, a deep yet short kiss.
"I-I want that." His eyes were half lidded from lust and embarrassment, as he confessed that.
You climbed down from the counter and grabbed his hand. As you opened the door, you bent over slightly to take a peek at the hallway making sure you were alone. As you did so, your nightgown rode up your body, revealing more of your ass. Sanji couldn't help but to run his fingertips from your thighs up to your asscheeks.
"I really wanna fuck this pretty ass of yours, Y/N..." The man admitted, slapping each of your cheeks.
You turned around and gripped his collar with one hand, bringing his face closer to yours.
"I call the shots here, pretty boy, okay?" You asked soflty and pecked his lips when he agreed to follow your lead.
You grabbed his hand once more and sneakily brought him to your room, locking the door behind you. Sanji's ears perked at the sound of the lock - it made him excited, as if what you were doing was a forbidden little secret not to be found.
Sanji sat on the bed, like an animal awaiting for his owner's instructions. The cook groaned and threw his head back as he saw you dispose of your panties, giving the quickest yet sweetest view of your pussy.
You walked over to him and straddled his lap, placing your wet pussy right on top of his painfully hard cock, as you captured his lips in yet another violent kiss.
As your tongues fought and teeth clashed, your hands sneaked onto his chest and pushed him down onto the matress, never breaking the kiss, so he'd be laying down and you'd be on top of him.
Sanjis hands roamed freely on your body, mostly sticking to grabbing your ass and thighs, sneakily feeling how wet you were with the tips of your fingers.
When you pulled his hands off of his body and began lifting yourself up, Sanji felt a shiver run down his spine out of excitement, and he watched as you straddled his head, each thigh on each side, giving him a perfect view of your pussy. His eyebrows furrowed and he moaned at the sight - the man was sure he was going to cum from looking at it alone.
You hovered over his face, making sure he could reach your pussy.
"Oh no princess, no hovering."
Before you complain, Sanji's hands gripped your ass and forced your pussy down onto his face. You instantly let out a mewl and gripped his hair as your hips moved to an almost rhytmic pace.
Sanji moaned from your sweet taste and from the not-so-subtle hair tugs. His mouth ate you out like he was a professional and a starving man.
"S-shit Sanji- keep this up and I won't last much longer..." You said, breathlessly, earning only a moan in return.
The vibrations and the small sucking and biting Sanji sneaked in while eating you out drove you insane, and he knew to keep doing it from the way you moaned louder and gripped his hair tighter.
Your hips' rhytm sped up and you could feel your orgasm coming- it was too good for you to be able to last longer. Just as it was about to hit you, however, you wondered how good his cock would fuck you compared to the efficiency of his tongue and pulled yourself off of him. Your thighs were weak after almost cumming, but you managed to pull yourself off.
Sanji's face was glistening, no doubt a mix of your juices and his spit, and he watched through lustful eyes as you sat on his clothed cock once more and wrapped your hand arounnd his neck, bringing his face closer to yours.
You kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue, while your hands unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off of him. You then kissed Sanji's neck and down his torso, feeling his muscles tense under the hand that trailed down his body.
You kneeled between his legs and slowly removed his pants and underwear. The cook's cock slapped against his abdomen, his tip red and swollen, leaking with precum. You could swear you were salivating at the sight of his cock.
Just as your hand gripped the base of his dick and your mouth opened, Sanji's hand grabbed your chin, makikng you look up at him.
"Please... Please don't." The man pleaded breathlessly "I'm- I'm gonna cum in your mouth the second you suck me off princess..."
You chuckled and bit your lip, rising up to your feet as you removed the skimpy nightgown.
"Fuck..." Sanji groaned at the sight of your body.
You allowed him to caress your hips while you sat back on his lap, straddling the man as his cock pressed against your folds.
You pressed your lips against his, slowly rising up and grabbing his cock. You placed it on your entrance and sank down on his dick gently. Sanji's mouth fell agape mid-kiss, and his eyes didn't open but his brows furrowed and a desperate moan left his lips.
The way his hands gripped your ass reminded you that he was still touching you, and that couldn't be - you liked to see him desperate and begging.
"From now on," You said, removing his hands from your body and gripping his shoulders for stability "no touching me. I want to fuck myself on you, I want to use you."
Sanji didn't care who heard, he only wanted you to know how good you made him feel. As he heard that sentence, the man groaned loudly and gripped the sheets - a mix of frustration from not being able to touch you, and pleasure, from the way his cock disappeared inside of you.
"You feel so fucking good." Sanji admitted, mouth agape and eyes fixated on the way your tits bounced in front of his face.
"S-shit- You fill me up so well Sanji."
The way you moaned his name was music to his ears. Sanji's moans and groans grew louder and more lewd, as his knuckles turned white from the force with which he gripped the sheets.
"Y/N I- I can't hold on much longer-"
Luckily for him, you had previously edged yourself on his mouth, so you were on the same page on that front.
"Yeah baby? Like it when I fuck myself on you? When I use you?" You whispered in his ear.
"I love it when you use me- shit! Please, please let me touch you, please!" He begged in the hottest whine you'd ever heard.
"T-touch me, baby-"
Sanji's hands immediately flew to your ass, grabbing and slapping it as his lips bit and sucked on your neck. Your nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders as you felt your climax approach once more.
When you felt his cock twitch inside of you, you grabbed his face and smashed your lips together, effectively shutting up your cries and moans as he filled you up and you came on his cock.
You rode out your orgasm, feeling his dick soften inside of you. You pulled away from his lips as the cook helped you lift yourself up and off his cock. You both watched in awe as his cum dripped from your cunt.
You sighed and buried your face on the crook of his neck.
"You don't get to act shy now, gorgeous." Sanji joked, one hand caressing the small of your back and the other caressing your hair.
"I'm not shy! Just... tired..." You lied, not knowing that you even had it in you to do what you had done to Sanji just then.
Sanji picked you up and laid you on the bed slowly, as if you'd break if he was too rough with you, and spooned you from behind.
"Let's rest then, beautiful..."
You turned around to face him.
"Hey... Sanji?"
The man peeled his eyes open, and a small 'hm?' left his lips.
"Do you think they heard us?" You asked in a whisper, as if telling him a secret, earning a tired smile from him.
"They definitely did, princess."
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Yes, Chef [OPLA Sanji x Afab!Reader SMUT]
Pairing : OPLA Sanji x Chef (AFAB) Reader
Summary : Sanji is the only one you call 'Chef'. One night when you're the only ones working the late shift he finally confronts you about why.
Warnings : 18+ !!!!!!, NSFW/SMUT, Semi-public sex (kitchen), Oral (fem receiving), some slight dirty talk?, the apron stays ON during foreplay, Use of the term 'Chef' in a sexual way, Top!Sanji, Bottom!Reader
Word Count : 3685 (good lord)
A/N : I have never written smut before but I think this went really well! I had one quote (that quote from Fleabag the hot priest says) and a dream (sanji brain rot and my sexy playlist), so please feel free to leave your thoughts! <3
“y/n I think we’ve known each other long enough you can stop calling me ‘Chef’.”
“Yes, Chef I know” You said, carefully placing the garnish on the plate of steak and seared vegetables at your station. It was the last call of the night and of course a group had walked in right as you and Sanji had finished clearing your stations for the night.
Placing the final plate on the counter you hit the bell, one of the servers came through the doors to the kitchen grabbing the plate and turning on their heel pushing through back to the rowdy group of pirates in the dining room. Turning back to your station and beginning to stack your pots and pans, placing the used utensils inside the pot and carrying them over to the sink, ready to re-wash them.
A comfortable quiet had washed over the kitchen, only broken by the boisterous chatter from the last table of the night. “You can head out if you’d like. I’m going to put together a new dessert I’ve been practicing for these gentlemen, hopefully get them to tip better after coming in right before closing.” Sanji had called from across the kitchen while grabbing ingredients from the pantry.
“Chef, if you don’t like my company you can just say and I’ll get out of your hair.” You joked,
“Ay don’t you ever say that gorgeous, you know I love your company,” Sanji flirted pausing next to you, “Someone with good looks and good conversation, how could I not want you around?” He winked, continuing his stride back to his station.
“I think I’ll stick around once I’m done with these if it’s all the same to you, Chef. You know how much I love to taste whatever new recipes you put together.” You replied with a smile. You really did enjoy being able to be the first person to taste all of Sanji’s cooking, and you suppose being the only person in the kitchen late at night, with your criminally good looking coworker wasn’t so bad either. Rolling up your sleeves and plunging your hands into the warm water of the sink you began to scrub at your dishes.
You scrubbed in silence for a few moments, washing the grime and the stress of the day away. “Really y/n, you can go home I really don’t mind,” Sanji walked next to you leaning his side against the counter stacked high with plates and cups that would need to be washed during tomorrows slow hours, “You’ve already stayed late enough, just finish up your dishes and turn in for the night.” Out of the corner of your eye you could see him looking over your face,
“It’s fine, Chef you know I would probably be awake anyw-” Your sentence and scrubbing stopped as Sanji reached forwards wiping a smear of some ingredient from your cheek, letting his thumb linger on your cheek for just a moment, your face heating at the intimacy of the moment.
“Sorry love,” He said, pulling his hand away from your face and placing it back on the counter next to you, “Couldn’t focus on your beautiful face with something covering it.”
This has always been the game between the two of you. When you had joined the Baratie’ crew almost 3 years ago, Sanji had started working his charm on you from day one, flustering you everytime causing you to always avoid his flirtatious gaze. Although it had taken you about two months to get comfortable with the pleasure he takes in flirting with you, (leaving you mildly excited each time he had thrown a nickname your way) the day that you did start flirting back was possibly the best day of Sanji’ life, (although he wouldn’t be admitting that to anyone anytime soon) and possibly the worst of yours. The embarrassment you felt every time you gave a flirtatious response, effectively causing you to never have the guts to look him in the eyes.
And although his flirting was nothing new, something about being the only people in the quiet kitchen after a busy Friday night, had the soft way Sanji was speaking to you to have a new feeling behind it.
“Sanji, I’m fine really. I’ll finish these up and then I want to taste whatever you’re supposed to be cooking over there, for our lovely guests.” You softly broke the tension, not looking up at him from the murky water. Sanji chuckled and pushed off the counter, making his way back to his abandoned pastry mix. Resuming your washing the both of you working contently in each other's presence.
—-
Placing the last of your now clean dishes back at your station and wiping your hands on the towel you always had draped over the string of your apron. Slugging your way over to Sanji's station, you hiked yourself up onto the counter next to him, huffing out a quiet “Whatever you’ve got baking smells amazing Chef. I can’t wait to taste whatever it is.”
Sanji chuckled, continuing to whisk whatever he was whipping up for a “quick dessert”.
“They’re strawberry macarons, with an easy butterscotch drizzle on top.”
“Ah yes Chef, a very simple dessert, definitely not a complicated pastry that can take years to master.” Laughing, Sanji put down the bowl and grabbed his dish towel, turning towards the oven behind him, taking hold of the hot baking sheet in his covered hand. Turning back to you he gently swatted your side, placing the hot tray down where you had been sitting.
“For your information the pastry is not the hard part for me. It’s the filling that always gets me.”, Using his one hand to pull the macaron shells up from the pan, Sanji stuck his finger in the bowl on his right swiping up some of the filling he had been whipping up on his finger, and held it out to you, “Here give this a try, I know it’s missing something I just can’t quite place it.”
Seeing Sanji hold his finger out, covered in the pink buttercream filling, you made the conscious decision that this was going to be your winning move in this game of cat and mouse you and him had been playing for the past years. You leaned forwards and wrapped your mouth around his finger, the taste of the sweet icing flowing over your tongue. Swirling your tongue around his finger to get the last of the filling off of his digit.
“It’s good. Could maybe use a little more powdered sugar, get it to thicken up a bit more.” You shrugged.
Sanji was silent. Not even a flirtatious remark about how ‘you’re all the sugar I need sugar’ just silence. Looking at Sanji directly (for possibly the first time in months) you were shocked at the way he was looking at you. So gently, so full of love and something else you couldn’t quite place. Surprise? Uncomfortability? You weren’t sure, only assuming the worst, regret flooded your body immediately. Sanji opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it, hanging your head,
“I-I’m so sorry Chef, I-I don’t know what I was thinking, I guess I just thought it would be funny considering how much we fake flirt with each other, but I’m now realizing that that was WILDLY inappropriate especially to someone who is a much better chef than I am- I’m so so sorry Chef-”
“Ah, fuck you calling me “Chef” like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it.” Your head snapped up to look him directly in the eyes.
“Wha-what?”
“You heard what I said.” He smirked at you, blond hair falling in front of his left eye, “The way you say it any moment you possibly can, ‘yes Chef’, ‘I’m sorry Chef’, ‘Of course I can Chef’. You think I haven’t noticed how I’m the only one you call that?” Sanji stalking around the counter, placed one hand on the counter at either side of you.
He leaned into you, his hot breath fanning over your neck, “Everytime you say that stupid fucking title,you know what it does to me. What it makes me think of.”
Shivering at the feeling of his breath you turned your face towards him, “And what does it make you think of, Chef?” A low rumble reverberated from Sanji’ chest, now pressing up close to you.
Sanji tilted his head, lips just barely ghosting over yours, “Would you like me to show you?” You gave an embarrassed nod.
His lips were soft against yours, tasting of cigarettes and the mint he used to try and cover the previous. Pushing himself up against you, you could feel your underwear beginning to slick. Teeth clashing together you ran your hand up Sanji’ back, neck and up into his blonde hair. One of his own hands wrapping around your waist, the other sliding up the front of your apron and giving your breast a soft squeeze. You gasped, and fast as lightning Sanji slipped his tongue into your mouth exploring it with a small groan at the feeling.
Using the heated kiss as a distraction Sanji began to unbutton your uniform, pausing every few buttons to bring his hands up to your face, deepening your make out before going back to his main mission of releasing you from your shirt.
Finally undoing the final button of your uniform Sanji reached into your shirt with one hand swiping over your tit, causing it to harden under his calloused hand, even with the fabric of your bra separating them. Although Sanji made quick work of that issue, easily reaching around you and unclasping the irritating bra pulling it down under your breasts, allowing them to bounce slightly with the force of your making out. Removing his other hand from your waist Sanji roughly cupped your breasts in his hands bringing them out from behind your apron. Squeezing them with his large hands, your apron roughly scraping against the soft flesh, you moaned into the unstopping kisses. Hiking you up onto the edge of the counter Sanji gave himself better access to your chest, leaning down to your right tit and taking it into his mouth, tongue swirling around the nipple, leaving kisses, nips and hickies all around. His left hand grasping at your other tit Sanji pinches at the bud for a few moments before switching. Moans leaving your mouth, you bit your lip nearly drawing blood, as you used one hand to pull his head closer into your chest, the other pulling off his ascot, apron and starting on the snap buttons of his uniform.
“Please, Chef please.” You whimpered, beginning to roll your hips on him, the feeling of his warm mouth on your chest with no friction on your lower parts starting to take its toll on you. Feeling Sanji groan and roll against the counter he pulled back looking at you, hair a mess, eyes glazed over in arousal he ripped the apron and top from off your body, bra following immediately after. During the moment of separation you ripped his now crumpled shirt off, tossing it somewhere in the kitchen out of your vision, which was now focused solely on taking in Sanji’ gorgeous figure.
Grabbing his face and pulling him towards you hungerly you continued to make out. Sanji began to press his body against yours reaching behind your figure to swipe the forgotten baking sheet off the counter creating room for him to be able to push you back into a lying position, the heat of the counter where the hot pans of pastries had just been only seconds earlier caused you to let out a gasp, arching your back to get away from the heat pressing your breasts right into Sanji’s hard chest, his hand going behind you to pull your torso as close to him as possible.
Pulling back from the kiss, Sanji gently laid you down fully on the counter. Running his hands down your sides he began to kiss his way down your body stopping to leave small nips around your chest and hips. Pulling away Sanji started work on your belt, unbuckling it and immediately going for your buttons. You begin to fuss at the feeling of his hands being so close to where you need him but he has yet to touch you.
“I know love, don't worry, I’m gonna make you feel so good.” he whispered out, pressing a kiss to your thigh as he finally slid your pants off, leaving you in just your panties. Groaning at the sight of you trying to hump the air to get any friction to quell the desire you feel, Sanji brought a finger up to your covered mound, gently ghosting it along causing you to let a loud whimper escape from your lips. “Darling you’re soaked. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you want me to make you feel good?”
Gripping the edges of the counter whimpered “Yes. Yes yes please Chef, please make me feel good.”
Sanji smirked up at you, already fidgeting and he hasn’t even started yet. “Well, when you put it like that. I guess I have no choice.” He pulled your panties down grabbing them in one hand and used the other to grasp your hip bringing your soaked pussy right to him, immediately beginning his assault, licking up your folds and once he reached the top starting to suck on your clit, swirling his tongue around the small bud. Your hand shot down for Sanji’ bleach blond hair, fisting it and using it to pull him right into you, wrapping your legs around his head when he stuck his tongue right into your pussy.
“Oh fuck! Yes, god please!” You moaned, at the sound of your moans and whimpers Sanji could feel the tent in his pants straining, he beginning to slightly hump at the air, getting pleasure from just the motions he made.
Feeling the knot begin to form in your stomach you started to pant and hump his face faster. Sanji getting the message stopped tongue fucking you to resume sucking on your clit bringing his right hand down to your entrance sticking 2 fingers in you easily between the slick and spit that had been pooling there. The pleasure assaulting your senses caused you to lurch forwards, nails scraping against Sanji's scalp causing him to moan against you.
Between the feeling of Sanji sucking on your clit, his fingers rapidly pushing in and out of you and the vibrations of the moans he was letting out you felt the knot in your stomach snap, shaking your felt yourself release all over his face, practically screaming out into the echoes of the kitchen,
“Yes, yes fuck, yes Chef! Fuck!” When the feeling of your first orgasm of the night finished and your clit started to become overstimulated you leant back against your arm, releasing your hold on Sanji's hair to run one hand through it and tried to pull yourself away from his mouth still licking up your wetness and kissing around your nub.
“Uhh, Chef- Chef please too- too much” Pulling himself off of you Sanji leant back on his heels, a string of spit and cum connecting him to you. You took a moment to admire him as he caught his breath. He looked beautiful, face covered in your cum with strings of it and drool connecting the two of you, hair sticking in all directions from your harsh pulling and his eyes, god his eyes he had a look in them you’d only ever hoped to see, he was so drunk on your pussy you’re not even sure he knew where the two of you were right now.
Grabbing his right wrist from where his fingers were still brushing against your pussy lips you pulled him up to you, locking your lips in another kiss, this one much more gentle and soft than the previous rough make out you had. Pushing your tongue into his mouth you could taste yourself on his tongue, occasionally kissing around his mouth and along his jawline to collect more of your slick from his face. Sanji let out a gasp as you kissed up his jaw and to his ear, giving it a slight nip before whispering to him, “You made me feel so good Chef. I wanna do the same for you.”
Standing to his full height Sanji started to work on his belt, hands shaking in anticipation at finally being able to feel you around him. You started work on the button on his bottoms, purposely brushing your hand against his erection feeling it twitch at every touch you gave him. Reaching your hands up to his waistband Sanji pulled down his pants and underwear in one swoop as he stepped out of the pool of fabric now at his feet. Cradling your face in his large hands Sanji ran his thumb down your cheekbone and swiped it over your lips.
"I wanna make you feel good, let me make you feel good.”, You looked up at him with half lidded eyes, your hand lazily wrapping around his hard-on, stroking him and running your thumb over his head using the precum that had begun to bead there as lube for your lazy motions. “Please Chef.” You felt his cock twitch at the title and his breathing hitch.
“We can feel good together love. Just let me take care of you this time.” At that Sanji guided you back to your lying position against the now cold countertop of his work station. Taking a moment to admire you splayed out before him Sanji ran his hands down the backs of your thighs pushing them up to give himself access to your wet cunt.
Rubbing the head of his cock against your folds he collected some of your slick before he watched his cock disappear into you. A growl coming from him as he felt you tighten around his shaft.
Keening at the feeling of yourself stretching around him, your eyes rolling back as he pushed further finally bottoming out. Sanji paused allowing you a chance to adjust to his size he could feel you tighten around him.
Slowly, he began to pull almost all the way out of you before rocking back in, the both of you groaning at the feeling. Sanji looked up at your face, eyes almost completely closed and mouth open gasping in pleasure. He reached forwards grasping your soft hand in his own rough one giving something for you to ground yourself on through the pleasure.
“Chef please-!” you whimpered at the feeling of his thrusts starting to pick up speed.
“Fuck love, you feel so good squeezing around me.” Sanji groaned into your ear, leaving sloppy kisses around your jaw and down your neck, his cock burying into you at a rapid pace.
Your moans and huffs at the overwhelming feelings you were experiencing getting louder with each thrust, to the point you were almost crying out in pleasure. Sanji captured your lips again roughly making out with you in an attempt to quiet you, although between your moans and the squelch of his cock pistoning in and out of you it was nearly impossible to do so.
Sanji could feel his high approaching with each thrust, “I-I’m close, fuck darling you feel so good-” he sighed pressing your foreheads together.
“I-I’m so close, please Chef. Please let me cum please!” You blubbered against his lips, tears beginning to form and run down your cheeks, you could feel every inch of him in you, stretching you, pressing against every part of you, his head kissing your cervix.
“Just a little more baby, just give me a little more.” Pounding into your cunt, slick running down both of you, you wrapped your legs around his back pulling him impossibly closer, the hand that was resting coming down to rub furiously at your clit, “come for me love, come all over my cock.” Your mouth opened in a silent scream as you felt yourself release all over his cock, your pussy clamping down, you cried out,
“Fuck! Chef!”
At the feeling of you cumming around him Sanji knew he just needed a few more before he to came undone, or- “Fuck Sanji!” your eyes rolling back, and that was his breaking point. At the sound of you crying out his name, his real name for the first time since you’ve met, not some title he’d heard a thousand times before, Sanji came. Ropes of his cum painting your insides with his release he shuttered, his vision blanking at the overwhelming bliss he was experiencing from cumming inside you for the first time.
The air between you two hot and heavy as you both stayed still just enjoying the intimacy of the moment. Sanji gave a few final sluggish thrusts to help you both ride the end of your pleasures before the feeling became too much. He pulled out gently being sure not to overwhelm you, the sound of your mixed cum quietly dripping from you both onto the tiled floor beneath him.
Basking in the afterglow of the scene, foreheads pressed together you tilted your head up locking your lips in a tender kiss. Bringing your hand that was not clasped in Sanji's up to caress his face, taking in the way the soft light reflected off his glistening forehead and the beads of sweat that dripped from his disheveled hair down the curves and lines of his face.
“You’re beautiful.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m the one who’s supposed to say that to you, Love.” He chuckled, allowing the seriousness of the moment to fade away into comfortable giggles. “I love you.” He breathed out, gazing at you, trying to memorize everything about you in this moment, from how your messy hair splayed out behind you to the dried tear tracks down your face. Looking back into his blue eyes,
“I love you Sanji.”
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𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 - 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈
Damn my ass did not make it in time again. Am I still gonna post it? Sure why not.
This goes out to @sanjisblackasswife as a small present. I hope this is ok Timi 😭 🖤 Happy (belated) birthday
CW: established relationship, cunnilingus, vaginal penetration, lingerie, a few petnames, Sanji being a pervert per usual, just plain nastiness
“How are you fairing, mon cher? Are you still with me?” Sanji’s muffled voice asks you as if he hadn’t snatched three orgasms from you in the past 2 hours.
As expected, you couldn’t form a proper sentence, your mind as hazy as your watery vision. He was three fingers deep into your pussy while his other hand kept a vice grip on your body. That didn’t stop it from squirming as much as it could, however. A string of moans blessed his ears like the sweetest melody. Smooth, creamy legs spasming around his dizzy head.
The blonde had surprised you with a heartful breakfast earlier, slaving over the stove at the ass crack of dawn to make sure your birthday started off on the right foot. When you expressed concern over how tired he’d be, he simply brushed it off, reassuring you that ‘it’s what my goddess deserves’.
Of course, a banquet was also held for your special day. It was filled with numerous activities, rounds of bubbly drinks, and little heartwarming speeches of how each Straw Hat (in their own quirky way) was grateful to have you in their lives. And you were just as grateful to have them in yours.
But what kickstarted the moment between you two was towards the end of the night, where Sanji had walked in on you changing. By accident? On purpose? Who fucking knows. If his flushed cheeks, slick grin, and nose running of blood was anything to go off of, he didn’t feel any remorse seeing you in your scantily clad lingerie.
A baby blue set, complete with white garters and a pair of blue satin panties. All in his favorite color. You went on a birthday shopping spree with Nami earlier and the set caught your eye. Thinking it’d be cute for you and your boyfriend, you immediately put it on after purchase. It was apparent now that it was a good choice to make.
After locking the door behind him, his long legs carried him to where you stood near the bed. He gently set his hands on your waist, and after giving him the go-ahead, it was downhill from there.
Hands groping and tracing over areas where his lips followed close behind, no part of your sun-kissed bronze skin was left unmarked. The stubble on his chin tickling your belly and inner thighs as he went along. It’s what led to now, with three of his fingers curling into you and his tongue tracing circles around your clit. The sheets became stained with the mixture of your juices and his saliva, but neither of you seemed to care. The bed shook from how aggressively he humped into the mattress, rolling his hips and dragging his hard on against the sheets. The friction made a delicious burn grow against the tip of his cock, and a groan bellowed from his chest.
“Lemme have another one, Y/N-swan...” He mumbled. He took your clit into his mouth and hummed, picking up the pace with his fingers. Your back arched off the bed, screaming into the darkness of the spare bedroom as you gushed into his mouth. He lapped up everything you gave him and only eased off of you once your fingers pushed his head away.
“You taste absolutely divine, darling, like the sweetest nectar I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting. I can never get enough of eating you out.” He heartfully grins like the nasty pervert he is.
Finally he sits up and strips himself of his boxers, groaning as his cock sprang free and slapped against his abdomen. In your stupor, you drooled at the sight and weakly reached forward to dab at his tip. He shudders.
“Such a pretty dick, ‘Ji...” you sweetly murmured. You swear you’ve never seen a man move so fast.
You blinked and he was hovering over you. Your body quivered as you realized that he was already pushing inside you, eager to bring you back to cloud nine with him this time. As his pelvis kissed yours, so did your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head as you tasted yourself. The bedframe slammed into the wall as his lithe hips snapped into yours. Your eyes widened, balling the sheets into your fists as you held on for dear life. Sanji gazed down at you in astonishment.
From his perspective, the moon was absolutely gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as you. Sanji thought he might cry, still in disbelief that he got to have and pleasure someone as beautiful as you. Your watery brown eyes looking up at him with so much love, your locs sprawled out all over the pillows and yet framed your face perfectly. Your puffy lips in an ‘O’ shape, crying out from his purposeful thrusts. Your brown skin seemed to be glowing with how the moon shone on you. In his eyes, your beauty outshone all the stars in the sky, your angelic voice reaching the Heavens at this point.
It’s almost as if that was his goal with how fast he was going.
His slender hands lifted your lower body, wrapping your smooth legs around his waist to push himself in deeper. The blonde craned his head back and moaned, feeling your velvety walls clamp around his cock in a vice grip. His breath hitched, slamming his hips into you even harder and rolling his mushroom head into that one spot that made your toes curl. The bed creaked and croaked underneath the two of you, and it was absolutely certain that Nami would give you shit for how loud you’re being.
“Gimme another one, cherie, pretty please..” He weakly begged of you. His fingers rubbed over your clit rapidly and you groaned, the amount of pleasure overwhelming you. Your whole body shook as a silent moan escaped. Your walls squeezed again and the tension in your belly released. “S-Sanji-!”
“That’s it, princess. Let go for me” he encouraged you. He mewled as you reached your high for seemingly the fifth time tonight, your juices gushing all over his pelvis and all over your thighs. His curly brows scrunched together and tears began to swell in his eyes, groaning as he filled your walls with his warm, sticky load. You have never felt fuller than this moment.
His body curled over you, his hot labored breath in your ear. He turned to you, moving a loc out of his way to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. “Happy birthday, my sweet Y/N.”
“Thank you Sanji.” You smiled lovingly and he returned your expression. Once you calmed your breathing, you reached your hand up to caress his cheek. Sanji was eager to lean into your touch, swooning at how adorable you looked in your after-coitus glow. Suddenly his eyes widened in realization. “I almost forgot.”
He then reached over and took your panties in his grasp, stuffing them in the deep recesses of his pants pocket. You furrowed your brows at his actions, even though you knew good and well what the reason was.
“For safe keeping.” He grinned. He was gonna keep the pair as a reminder of tonight.
“You play too damn much!” You laughed, lightly smacking his shoulder. He laughed with you, stretching back on the bed and collecting you in his arms. Peppering your face in little kisses, he looked up at you with a playful glint in his eyes.
“Would you like to go again? You’re welcome to ride me if you want, you are the birthday girl after all.”
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Better Served Warm.
Sanji x Reader
Explicit | NSFW | 18+ only
Warnings: Heavy smut under the cut. It’s purely self-indulgent.
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“Sanji, should we even be doing this here?” You asked through the kisses as the chef slowly pushed you further until your back was laying against the kitchen bench. The cool surface a wonderful welcome against your fiery skin.
You heard Sanji pant softly, his hands had finished discarding your clothes. His mouth abandoned yours and began their journey down your body, their destination being exactly where his fingers were toying with your sensitivity.
“This room - is for eating.” Sanji replied, lips now nearing your belly button. The ticklish nature of the spot made you squirm the lower he went - again and again until…
“Sanji…” you moaned when his mouth pressed the top of your folds. Humming, you threw your head back missing the way he smirked at the reaction.
“Relax, love. You taste exquisite when it’s warm and the juices are fresh.” He said.
Fuck. His phrasing was going to break the tightly wound coil on its own if he kept going like this.
Sanji’s fingers crept into the mix and you felt them touch the entrance - slowly parting them wider despite being so slippery.
“And when you’re opened up just enough,” you closed your eyes. He was going to be the death of you. “I can taste every flavour.”
Sanji’s tongue was hot and you felt it swirl on the inner surface before it pushed inside, curling around whatever wetness it could find and delivering it back for the cook to swallow.
The mental image was all that you clung on to. If you looked down and saw his blonde-hair between your legs - it would be over.
There was a sudden strange pressure like suction and you covered your mouth when you realised that Sanji had started sucking. His fingers stretching the folds a little more while his elbows tried to spread your legs wider.
It was like he had been starved.
The sounds he made were dizzying. When he finally pulled off, his pressed a light kiss against the skin and saw the way it clenched involuntarily.
“I need you to refill.” Sanji looked up, to where you were avoiding his face. He moved his fingers to allow your entrance to close but left two inside to stop anything from spilling and going to waste.
With his free hand, Sanji swirled a pattern under your navel. “I know it’s ready. Simmering right under here.” He said lustfully. “Come on, love. Don’t let me go hungry.”
You felt his fingers prod in your entrance and you gasped. How was he relentless and so sweet? Giving in, you lowered your head and saw how he was positioned. With one hand pumping itself into you while the other rest on top, it almost felt like you were being prepped.
Looking into his eyes, you noticed his lips slightly tinted from where he had licked them repeatedly after almost sucking you dry. That thought in itself was enough to release the pent up tension - and Sanji knew it.
He smirked. “That’s it.” He cooed as his fingers felt your body clamp down around him to prepare for the flood. Sanji glanced at where his hand had been tracing and pressed a little firmly. “Come on, let it spill.”
You cried out softly as you released everything you had to offer but you didn’t feel relieved - as if there was more to go but it was… blocked. That’s when you remembered that Sanji had you plugged up so your spend couldn’t properly escape.
“Sanji, I need - there’s too much - I can’t…” your pleading was incoherent but Sanji knew exactly what you were trying to say.
Smiling, he bent down to your entrance now able to hear the soft squelch of his fingers against the opening and readied himself.
After this was over, Sanji would refill your body with his hot ropes matching each drop but first, he’d devour everything you had made for him.
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A/n: Anyone else a little hot and bothered here?
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pretty in white
warning: suggestive
you wear his shirt and then you guys make out <3
LA!Sanji x female!reader
Sanji knew he was done for when you entered his bedroom at nearly one am with his stolen shirt. It was the same shirt he was looking for today, abruptly missing from his wardrobe and now he sees it on you.
His white shirt made such a lovely contrast against your skin. He felt his mouth watering, his hands twitching because he wanted grab by your hips and pull you in.
"Darling," he said, his voice filled with desire and a hint of amusement. "I was wondering where the shirt was..." He said, with a smirk.
You replied, with a shrug, "You always did say I would look pretty in your clothes." You smile at him, seductive, barely hiding your lust. "Do you l look pretty enough for you, Sanji?" You asked him.
He couldn't take it in anymore, he pulls you on his lap. His face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
"You're always pretty, my sweet," he whispers, already pressing desperate kisses on your neck.
Your heart fills with warmth at his response. You let him kiss your neck before finally growing impatient and pressing your lips against his.
You let out a small moan when he begins to bite your lower lip with his teeth, his hands gripping your hips hard enough that it felt like it would bruise. You pressed yourself against him.
Your hands in his hair, pulling harshly to hear his beautiful moan into your mouth.
Your tongues tangle, the kisses turning sloppy with time. Each kiss was longer than the last, each kiss was slower. There was no rush, you knew you had each other forever.
When you finally separate for much needed air. His lips were swollen and red, shiny with spit.
His eyes were glossed over with love and affection, just for you. Only for you.
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head headcanons! (op x afab! reader)
ft: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Kid, and Law
NSFW headcanons, 18+ MDNI
it came to me in a dream
things they do/like when giving and receiving :)
cw: smut. rough oral occasionally.
Luffy:
giving:
The boy drools. Not even purposefully so, either. Just a glimpse at your glistening folds has him salivating just as he would at a feast. Will quite literally try to eat you like one, too. Should probably put a towel down, maybe.
Loves when you push his head into your pussy. He'll rub his whole face into you until he's covered in your juices, and will even pin your thighs back to do it himself if he's feeling impatient.
Absolutely gets off on tongue fucking you. He loves it when you whine and wail when he stretches it wide within you, curling and twisting it in ways that make your toes curl and your hips twitch uncontrollably.
receiving:
Still a drooler. Though with more intention. Will let himself drool down his chin and onto your forehead, cheeks, lips, and his own cock. Loves watching the saliva mix together with his precum while his cock disappears inside of your mouth over and over.
He's a throat fucker. Don't be surprised when he grabs hold of your head tightly to rut as deep into your throat as he can go.
Could cum from hearing you choke on his cock. Stretches his cock out on your tongue just to hear you gag.
Zoro:
giving:
A spitter. Will spit on your clit, your thighs, into your hole, anywhere he wants. Loves it messy when he devours you, expect a lot of slurping and noisy sucking.
Actually will make out with your pussy. Loves kissing it, sliding his tongue between your folds to lap and suck at your clit before going back to trailing wet tongue kisses up and down your slit.
Possessive af and doesn't hesitate to hold you down so he can eat as he pleases. Holds your legs down or your thighs back so you're always open and dripping and ready for him.
receiving:
Will grab your head to keep it steady, but also loves to dig his fingers into your scalp to help you take as much of him down your throat as possible.
Wants it as wet and messy as possible. Can't get enough of the squelching sounds you make as your saliva drips from your mouth and down his cock until it pools around the base.
A dick slapper. Wants to smear his precum and your spit all around your face with the tip of his cock before slapping you with it. Each cheek, against your lips, on your tongue, he's doing it everywhere he can.
Sanji:
giving:
The man is a sniffer. Loves your natural scent and honestly could be content with just that, but what good is he as a chef if he doesn't taste the meal given so freely to him?
Absolutely savors you. Long, slow licks up and down your sex, sliding his tongue between your folds, sometimes even into you. Moans and whines face first into you, matching your own cries of pleasure with his own, eyes glazed over with love for you as he watches your face twist and contort in bliss.
Worships your pussy for so long and so well that he cums untouched - soaking the sheets even more with a whimper of your name against your clit.
receiving:
LOVES BEING TEASED. Goes crazy when you flick your tongue against his frenulum. Whimpers and whines until tears collect in his eyes, and when you finally take him into your mouth he's already about to cum.
Somewhat shy with what he wants. Really likes his balls sucked but won't outright tell you until you figure it out yourself one day. Now you do it every single time, entranced in the mess he becomes when you lick and suck at them.
Loves when you swallow his cum and show him the evidence. Activates some dominant, primal side of him that he can only channel into when you happily gulp down what he has to give you. You're not about to waste food when you're on his watch.
Kid:
giving:
A pussy slapper. Won't hesitate at all to smack your clit - especially if you try to weasel away from him. He'll just hold you down and give you the punishment he deems that you deserve.
Sucker. Will suck hard on any piece of you his mouth can reach - your pussy lips, clit, inner thighs, whatever. Expect to ache after he's through with you.
Can't resist splitting you open with one (or two) large metal fingers. Will chuckle darkly each time the shock of the cool metal thats suddenly knuckles deep inside of you makes you wail out and clutch his red, messy hair between your fingers.
receiving:
Loves when you have a vibrator (preferably one that he's made himself and can control with a remote) inside of you while you suck him off. Will tease you each time he turns the vibration to max, loving the way you swallow down muffled cries with his cock stuffing your cheeks full.
Another throat fucker, though he's mean about it. Doesn't care if you gag or heave around him. He knows his size and knows when you can't possibly take any more of his length, and will relentlessly thrust down your throat until the sounds of his saliva-soaked balls hitting your chin echo in the room.
Impatient, and doesn't put up with any teasing. Will push your head down further and further until he's happy with the depth you're taking him at. Won't think twice about gripping your hair and tugging it up and down his length at a pace he sees fit to keep you at.
Law:
giving:
His long, deft fingers carry his lack of pussy eating skills. Knows how to use them and use them well - curling two or three deep inside of you to rub against the spot that makes your hips twitch and clasp fists into the bedsheets while he circles the pad of this thumb onto your clit. Will make you lick his fingers clean afterward.
Edger. Loves to see you desperate and dripping. Will bring you right to the point of ecstasy to just pull you back to earth. Only gives in when he thinks you've had enough, and that amount varies each time.
Gets a HUGE ego boost by making you cum. The man's mood increases tenfold, if even for a few minutes. Uses the boost in motivation to rail and ruin you with his cock afterward.
receiving:
Also loves hearing you choke and gag around him. Each heave of your chest makes him groan and tense in pleasure just by knowing that it's his cock that's forcing this reaction.
Will pull your hair and pull it hard. The muffled cry of pain and pleasure that vibrates his dick in your mouth fuels his insatiable need to keep you tethered to him. Will only release his harsh grip when he cums deep down your throat.
Really gets off on ball-sucking. Wants to see them pressed against your face as your blown wide and cock-drunk pupils peer up at him. Jerks himself off while you lap and suckle, to eventually pull you away so he can paint your face in his cum.
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Day 2: Dry Humping
Sanji x GN!Reader
Warnings: slightly sub Sanji, cum in pants
It was innocent enough, you coming into the kitchen to help Sanji with the dishes. He had made a large meal as a celebration for surviving another adventure with Luffy. Your front was pressed against the sink as you rolled your sleeves up. It was not sexual by nature, but something about it had Sanji growing uncomfortably hard.
He steps behind you and you can feel the bulge firmly pressed to your ass. "Say the word and I will stop. But I need you to feel what you do to me." His voice is ringing in your head as his lips brush against your ear.
"I'm not going to stop you. I want to feel it." Your voice is steady. Sanji respects his kitchen, and you too much to just have a quickie pressed against the sink, but that doesn't stop him from rocking against your ass. His cock was hard and just the friction through his pants was enough to leave him panting.
"You're so good for me. I'll make it up to you. Don't want you feeling used. I just…" He is rambling as he digs his long fingers into your hips. The whine he lets out would embarrass a normal man, but Sanji doesn't care. He wants you to know exactly what you do to him. Every sound he makes he wants you to hear. They are gifts that only you are blessed to experience.
"Yeah? That so? Well I'll hold you to it. But I think right now you're about to cum in that nice suit all for me. Isn't that right? Such a good boy for me." You're so in love with him, you don't mind that he isn't helping with the dishes. Just hearing his whines and moans are enough to keep you content while you do all the cleaning. Your lower body is tugged as he pulls you firmly to meet his grinding.
His breathing is becoming ragged against the back of your neck, head tucked into the crook of your neck. It was clear that he wasn't going to last long. He never does when it comes to you. Without even doing anything, you can get him so worked up that he can't control it. Reaching out, you grab a towel and dry your hands so you can finally touch him.
Your hand in his hair is all that it takes. He is unloading spurt after spurt of his sticky cum into his suit. Through the layers of fabric you can feel his cock twitching relentlessly. You can only imagine how uncomfortable the suit now feels with how much cum he released.
"Why don't you get cleaned up. I'll finish cleaning in here, then you can make it up to me like you promised." Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, you shoo him off, watching how he obediently, yet clearly uncomfortably, shuffles to his room to clean up the mess he made.
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"doing laundry and taxes with you" ft. the monster trio!
ft. (domestic!) luffy, zoro, sanji x fem!reader
in which, you make their house a home
(a/n: im sick and needed some comfort so this got very long im so sorry!!)
warnings: nsfw towards the end! nsfw stuff includes car-sex, in public, dirty talk, rough sex, penetration, squirting, sanji takes a picture of you choking on his dic- (ahem, not sorry); MDNI (thankyou very much okay byee)
luffy:
they are so precious to me 😭😭
- whatever you do, don't imagine domestic!luffy
- don't imagine cold mornings when you're under the cover with him. he's holding you tightly, snuggling against you and whispering a soft, "good morning, baby"
- do not imagine him coming back from home and holding you by your waist when you're doing something, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as you asks you how your day was
- don't think of him as one of those guys who start a tickle fight when poke him once and laugh at him
- absolutely do not imagine his as one of those s/o who are down to make everything into a game
"whoever loses mario-kart makes the dinner, okay?" he grins, pulling you down onto the couch with him
"oh really?" you laugh when he holds you tighter, "i really want some pasta tonight then"
- he ended up making pasta that night
- but as i said, don't imagine luffy as that because he is certainly that man and more
- he will fret over you when you fall sick, trying to make you laugh your way out of a fever (canon). he won't leave your side, no matter how much you insist that you're fine
"what do you need? water? soup? pizza- oh wait no that's unhealthy" a pause, "wait, do you want a pizza? it'll probably be fine if you eat one tbh, right??"
- also the kind of guy who will ask his friends to turn their car around (because in no parallel universe do i believe luffy knows how to drive ffs) because you only said "love ya" and missed the i (how dare you, he's heartbroken now)
"yn!!" he's yelling from the driveway, "YOU FORGOT TO SAY I LOVE YOU!!"
so now you're sticking out your head out of your apartment window, looking down at a pouty luffy, annoyed zoro and unbothered sanji
- also, man has TERRIBLE separation anxiety
- (people now know that wherever you are invited, luffy is invited too
"what are you doing here?" nami hisses as she vaguely looks at luffy, "this is supposed to be a girls night out!"
luffy shrugs, "pretend im not even here"
yeah, luffy that's kinda hard when you're practically draped over your girlfriend the entire night)
- but as it's been established, don't fall for his perfect acts because he is the kind to park in a distant corner of a grocery store parking lot and beg for you to let him fuck you
"it'll be quick," he's whining, tugging you towards himself and kissing you senseless, "baby, i promise. just one hit."
- he's feral, holding you flush against himself as he fucked you with your top still on and your hands holding tightly against his neck
- your arousal drips into his thigh and he's groaning about how good you feel, you feel him thrust into you harder and now you're spasming and cumming around his girth
- he didn't infact let you go after one hit.
- you both walked into the grocery store 37 mins later with your faces flushed, hair tousled and a familiarly uncomfortable wetness nesting between your thighs
- (cause i know he's fucking nasty and he will absolutely make you walk into that store with his essence still inside you. sorry, i do not make the rules :/)
- eitherways, best guy ever
- he's the perfect s/o that never lets you have a dull moment in your life as long as his annoying ass is around
zoro:
- i will stand by what i've always said. soft zoro is the best zoro. 'nuff said, i will die on this hill.
- but god, nobody can ever imagine how soft domestic!zoro is with you by the way he shrugs and grunts off any and all people around him (except for his crew)
- frankly speaking, you didn't expect this either when you started dating him
- you would have never imagined this green-haired, stoic-faced, dry-ass motherfucker to hold onto you tightly and lightly close his eyes whenever you forced him to see another horror movie
- he claimed watching horror movies was the equivalent of mind torture but followed along cause you seem to like them (you don't probably like them that much, you just like his heavy figure against yours as he snuggles in deeper and deeper against you)
"this is so stupid" he hisses at the girl in the screen, groaning when she blatantly ignores him, "she will die if she follows the fucking voice!!"
you don't fail to notice how shrill his deep voice can get whenever there's a jumpscare (but he will blame the wind for that noise, never admits what he knows is true)
- he is so soft in the way he offers to shampoo your hair when you drag him into the shower. his calloused fingers are light, gentle, against your scalp and you can't help but smile when he flashes you a small smile and asks if it's fine
- domestic!zoro is so soft in the way he would carry you bridal-style/on his back everywhere (wdym you only had to go to the kitchen?? he can carry you there, he's strong, do you not believe him?)
- also, we all have sorta established that he's not a pda guy but my lord, behind those four walls, he needs to be around you one way or the other
- doesn't matter if he is just standing at the bathroom door, making small talk as you do your skincare for the night or he's holding onto your hand as you both lay sprawled on your bed, looking at your phones
- but don't let his softness make you forget that this man is a piece of shit.
- he will purposely stand in front of cabinets and cupboards when you cook and flash you a innocent smile when you get annoyed; he will finish your favourite conditioner even though he said "i don't that conditioner too much"; he will purposely order you random stuff online and everytime you'd open it thinking it's something cute but it'll end up being something green and (cutely) stupid
- (you now possess 5 mushroom figurines, 12 frogs doing random shit, a green cheap light saber, a lowkey-fucked up painting of baby yoda and green paper-clips. he doesn't even like green all that much, he just loves to annoy you)
- but as i said, don't fall for his sweet facade because he will stop you at the door and fuck you against it before you're heading out in that skimpy dress (yes, he fucks you in that dress)
(ofcourse he doesn't mind your dress riding up as long as people can see the marks he left on your body)
"ah" he groans, thrusting upwards as one of his hands hold you firm against the door and another plays with your swollen clit, "sorry for ruinin' your makeup, baby. but look at you, you look so pretty, getting fucked right now"
- he's sure the neighbours can hear the wood creaking against your weights and your high-pitched, feverish moans as you beg him to fuck you harder (it's the fourth time this month)
- he forces his fingers (which were slick with your arousal) down your mouth and watches as his fingers rub away the lipstick into modern art
"much better" he would sigh against your skin when he was done, "have fun at the party, babe"
- he holds back a laugh cause he knows you can barely walk, much less party (not to mention, you gotta re-do your makeup now.)
- so he goes with you, lending you his arm as support so that you wouldn't walk so wobbly
"that dress still looks too good on you" he will whisper against your ear, "meet me in the bathroom in five, let me fuck you again"
- as much as he is a menace, you wouldn't have it any other way
- god, iamsodownbad for him <3
sanji:
it's him officer, he is the one who altered my brain chemistry!
- vinsmoke sanji is the perfect pinterest boyfriend. argue with the wall, i don't entertain wrong views.
- what i mean is, he is the boyfriend/husband who will be up to bake a cake at 3 in the morning and eat it with you as the sun rises, he is the one who will hold you hand and groggily lead you to an ice-cream vendor at 1 in the night because you really wanted ice-cream, he is the one to take a thousand photos in any outfit you wear
"yn" he's changing his angles every second, shutter of the camera snapping photo after photo, "you look so beautiful, so marvelous, charming, ah- mesmerizing, my love!"
- he is the guy to hold your hand in a horror house no matter how scared he himself is. but you call tell by the way his fingers tightly close around yours whenever a jump-scare comes on (no, he is not being strong because he wants to look tough in front of zoro, tf you talking about??)
- he is the man who will be looking for halloween decor on the first of september and christmas decor on the first of novemeber, takes the task of decorating his house very seriously (yes, he will out-do linda this time! so what if she bought a life-sized snowman?? he will pay luffy to become one, fuck linda.)
- sanji is the guy that posts his girlfriend religiously (at one point, ussop asked you if you were holding him on gun-point and making him post you so much)
- by religiously i mean for every one photo of himself, there's six of you like baby calm down nobody's gonna take her away
- he also surprises you a lot (with nice surprises, unlike zoro.); he bought you a candle on your one-month anniversary and repurchases it every time you run through it
- grocery store runs followed by cooking together is basically your idea of a weekly date
- very on-brand with his theme but he has so many candids of you (a whole secret album with the title "my love <3"). there's pictures of you laughing at chopper's new onesie, hitting luffy in the face after he stole your sushi, tasting his cookies, tasting his dic- ahem.
- it shouldn't come as any surprise that he has a huge thing for clicking pictures/ taking videos of you as he abuses your body in a way that has you crying for god
"san-"
"like that, moan out my fuckin' name, darling. tell me who's fucking you like this?"
"you" you moan harder, eyes clamping shut, "you you, fucc-k you, sanji"
- there's a video on his phone of his dick sliding in and out of your wet cunt as you moan and suck on your bottom lip; there's pictures of you sucking on his dick, giving the camera your prettiest doe-eyed look; there's a video of you squirting around his fingers, face red and body soaked as he keeps going and you're cumming a second, third, fourth time (that's his favourite video, it's insane how many times he comes back to that video)
- he loves ruining you with slow sex as he makes you focus on the boring movie or show you're both watching
- he gets off off how you try to maintain your composure but then come undone
"yn, my love" he rasps in your ear, "come on, keep holding on for me. i'm gonna fuck you so well if you just keep taking me like this."
- he ruins you and then gets you the best aftercare
- ugh stan sanji for a good life.
a/n: the way i write sanji has me confused as to if i truly am a zoro girlie lmaoo. hope you liked it!! req are always open (also im sorry to the people who requested and i havent gotten around to it, i am just running low on fuel lately)
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Blondie’s Bounty - S.Vinsmoke
a/n: can you guys tell I’m very much into blondes? (i gaslight myself into thinking I’m not). I hope everyone had / is having a wonderful day. please reply & reblog, and why not send in a request / ask?
warnings: sanji x bounty!hunter!fem, fxm, sub!sanji, dom!reader, timeskip!sanji, restraints, orgasm denial, oral (f.receiving), face riding, teasing, praise kink (if you’re blind), no use of y/n, not proofread, i’m bad at tagging, (it may be kinda repetitive sorry)
summary: you’re a bounty hunter, and sanji’s a pirate. there’s not much more to it. except he’s been captured, and now he’s tied to your bed.
ib: none
request: yes / no
Sanji struggled against the tight ropes wrapped around his wrists. The ropes that were typing him down to the bed, his hair messy and dress pants crumpled. You glanced at him from your seat at your desk. You’d been cleaning the barrel of your gun, but his constant rustling was making it difficult to concentrate.
‘Stop struggling, Vinsmoke. You can’t break out of them.’ You said, clicking everything back into place. Sanji looked at you and gulped.
You weren’t necessarily a particularly scary bounty hunter. Damn, no female bounty hunter seemed that scary. That’s why you found it difficult to understand why the pirate was so nervous. Sure, you’d captured him and tied him down, but at least you hadn’t turned him in yet.
‘P-Please, madam… I’m sorry.’ His words barely came out above a whisper, but they were clear enough for you to understand what he meant. He was in a vulnerable state right now, like an animal that had caught itself in its own trap.
You placed down your gun and pushed your chair back, walking over to the edge of the bed he was tied to.
‘Shut up.’ You spat, grabbing his face. He replied with a quiet “Yes ma’am.” and you threw his face away
Sanji’s heart was racing 100m/ph, beating hard in his chest as if it was trying to escape through his skin. You sighed at the blond, crawling over him and straddling his hips. Teasingly, you pulled your shirt over your head, swaying your hips a little as you did. Might as well put on a show. You watched the pirates expression contort from fear to something else.
He let out a soft whine when you pulled your shirt off, his eyes growing darker and his pulse quickening even more. He could practically feel your heat radiating from your core, making him sweat with desire. It wasn’t often an attractive woman such as yourself would find herself atop the Straw Hat chef.
You leaned down to whisper in his ear, feeling your tits press against his bare chest.
‘I should be turning you into the marines to collect your bounty, but I wanna play with you first.’ You felt him shiver under your touch, his breathing coming fast and shallow. Every muscle tensed beneath his skin and a low moan escaped his slightly trembling lips.
‘Now. Because I’m kind, I’ll let you cum before you make me.’ You planted a kiss on his cheek before shuffling down so you were face to face with the growing buldge in his pants. His eyes widened as he followed yours and it made his cock twitch in anticipation from how close you were. He knew your plan now, and that only aroused him more.
With nimble fingers, you undid his belt, pulling down the material sitting on his hips to reveal his aching member.
‘Excited, are we, blondie?’ You mocked. He whined softly, his hips jerking slightly as you exposed him. He was already leaking precum, throbbing with each beat of his heart. You traced your finger along the prominent vein on his shaft, teasing the poor and helpless man. ‘Use your words, Vinsmoke.’
‘Y-Yes.’ He whimpered softly, biting his lip as your hands travelled over his skin. He groaned loudly as you teased his sensitive tip, making his body shake with need. Never in his life had he been this turned on.
‘Good boy.’ You cooed, rubbing the precum over his slit.
‘God.’ The cook cried out, back arching. The feeling was sending waves of pleasure through his entire being, making him tremble uncontrollably. You could tell by how much he was struggling not to cum right then and there that he really did want it. ‘Please…’
It was making you wet how easily you had this man begging under your touch. The man with a 1.032 billion berry bounty crumbling to pieces, begging breathlessly. He must’ve felt like such an idiot begging for something when he should just take it. But somehow, hearing those words come from his own mouth sent shivers down his spine.
You grinned, kissing his tip softly.
‘Do you wanna cum, Sanji?’
‘Please… y-yes please.’ He stuttered, his voice cracking with need. He knew it wasn’t the right way to act, but he truly couldn’t help himself. He needed release so badly. You hummed, the vibrations meeting his cock.
‘Just hold it a little longer, will you?’ You gripped the base of his cock and slowly spread your lips around him, sinking down. Hollowing your cheeks, you took almost all of him before pulling out till his tip rested upon your lips again. ‘You like that?’
His hips bucked up involuntarily, almost knocking you back. It hurt for him to speak, so he just nodded. “Yes. Yes, Yes. That’s exactly what I want. Please let me cum.” He panted, looking down at you pleadingly. You just smiled, repeating the motion at a slow pace.
‘You’re being such a good boy, blondie.’
He whimpered pathetically, trying not to move too much. He could barely even think straight anymore, all he wanted was to shoot his load and be done with this hellish torture. You squeezed his base again, driving him crazy. He felt as if he was going to pass out from exhaustion and lack of oxygen. He was desperate, begging for permission.
You met eyes, looking at him with a sense of accomplishment. With no further comment, you removed your hands and mouth from him completely, denying his orgasm.
Sanji was on the brink of crying, panting heavily from your denial.
‘No. Please. Let me cum. Please. I’ll do anything.’ You smiled, moving the bed and coming up to kiss his cheek again.
‘Don’t worry, baby. Just wait a little longer, mkay?’ You hummed and shook yourself out of your pants. ‘Be a good boy again and eat my pussy like you mean it, then I’ll let you cum.’
His eyes diverted from your gaze, embarrassed by your request.
‘…ok. just- please let me cum.’
‘That’s what I like to hear.’
You held your headboard as you swung a leg over him so your dripping cunt was situated right above his face. He nodded obediently, licking his lips before swiping his tongue through your folds.
You arch your spine, groaning at the feeling of the pirates tongue on your pussy.
‘Ah yeah. Just like that~.’ You reach a hand down between your legs, gently stroking his hair and guiding his hair. ‘Fuck.’
The pleasure overwhelms him instantly, making him moan into your clit eagerly. His fingers curl around the ropes binding him tightly, holding onto them firmly as he continues eating you out greedily.
‘Mmmmh~!’ His voice muffled by your crotch and he's lost in ecstasy.
‘Oh fuck~!’ You moan, losing yourself to how good he is. ‘H-How did all those women turn you down when you’re so good at your job?’ You reach back, still running a hand through his hair, but using your other to palm his still erect dick. And he’s unable to contain himself any longer. The sensation of being pleasured simultaneously sends him spiraling towards an intense climax. He gasps for air between words, his breathing becoming ragged as he tries desperately to keep going despite how sensitive he is right now. You’re panting aswell now.
‘C-Cun for me, blondie.’ You’re close to your own orgasm, but you’re a woman of your word and you’ll let him cum before you.
With your words, his orgasm hits him like a freight train. His body shudders violently, muscles clenching and unclenching as he cums deeply into the palm of your hand. His moans vibrate against your clit, tempting your own orgasm. He feels you tensing against his face, and without being told, knows exactly what you need. He opens his mouth wide, sucking you in deeply as your climax washes over you. His tongue dances around your clit, licking and sucking every last drop of pleasure out of you. You cover your mouth as you cum, shaking aggressively as you release into Sanji’s mouth. His tongue laps at your pussy hungrily, drinking it all up with relish. He groans softly as you finish, closing his lips tight around your clit once more, sucking on it gently.
You whimper quietly, laying back on his stomach. You’re both spent, and you can’t be bothered getting up yet.
‘Holy fuck.’ With shaky hands, you reach up and undo the rope tying him down to the bed before you fall beside him, one hand resting on his chest. He looks down at you sleepily, smiling contentedly when he sees you there next to him. Your touch calms him greatly, even though he's still pretty worked up from earlier. He brings a hand to your face, a surge of confidence directing him closer til your lips meet. You don’t decline his actions, lazily reciprocating the kisses as he towers over you. Your lips lingers for longer than either of you expected. You feel him tense slightly as he deepens the kiss, but he quickly relaxes again as he breaks away after a few moments. A small smile crosses his lips as he stares into your eyes.
‘I...I think I'm falling for you.’ You smile softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.
‘Stupid pirate.’ You whisper before dragging him down into another kiss. He chuckles softly into the kiss, a warmth growing in his heart at your words. He tightens his grip around you as you bring him closer, and you can feel his second erection pressing against your thigh.
You wake up the next morning to an empty bed and an open window. The sun is already high, illuminating the room. You sit up, the cold ocean wind instantly hitting your exposed chest, but you don’t care.
You take a moment to stare at the vacant space on your bed. The space that hadn’t been vacant a few hours ago.
‘Stupid Blondie.’
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Salvation for the damned
Priest!Sanji x fem!Reader smut
Minors, do not interact!!!
Author's note: This is my first smut, go easy on me. I'm not used to actually posting what I write. Ever since I saw Hunnismoker's fanart of Sanji as a priest I haven't had a WINK of sleep. She has unleashed something feral into the world.
Warning: if you're uncomfortable with themes of religion, I'll advise you to scroll away.
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"What is troubling you, my child?"
Sanji fancied himself a man of God. From a young age, he knew his role in life was to serve The All Mighty and help lost souls find the right path again.
He gave an Oath, and swore his body, mind and soul to The Lord, in promise to never stray from the path of light. And Sanji was a man of his word. Hence why he was sure you were sent by the Judge Of All, to test his strength and devotion.
Oh, you were the most angelic being he had ever laid eyes upon. Or at least so he thought, because, in truth, he saw you as a temptation crafted by The Devil specifically to torture him. And as much as he prayed and kneeled before God, begging for expiation, you wouldn't leave. As hard as he cried out to the heavens for a chance to atone, his screams were never heard.
You would always creep into his dreams, where he was most vulnerable, and force him into sin. You were a foul succubus, the daughter of Satan, and you have come to ensure his fall.
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"Father, I must atone for these terrible sins I've committed against the Holy One."
He hadn't expected you to turn up so late, looking deeply troubled near the Church's entrance. He let you in without a second thought, and as soon as you reached the altar, you dropped down to your knees, your hands clasped together, looking up at him in desperation.
His face softened and he smiled ever so slightly. He was glad you finally decided to turn yourself over to The Light. Sanji lifted his hand over your head and spoke with firmness in his voice.
"Speak now child, lay yourself bare before The Lord and share your troubles. Pray that He may forgive you."
He felt closest to God during confessions. It was as if The All Mighty spoke through him, accepting the wrongs of those before him into his heart and engulfing them in pure holy light.
"I've been plagued by impure thoughts, Father. The sin of Lust and Desire has claimed me and shackled me in its repulsive hold and I have become its slave."
Through the silence, a shaky breath was all that could be heard. Sanji felt his body shudder and pool in a cold sweat, a chill running down his spine. His knees were so weak he thought he might keel over any moment now, had he not been holding Saint Patrick's Cross so tightly in his other hand.
Taking a deep breath in through his nose, Sanji composed himself. Right now, he had to help this poor woman redeem herself before The Lord.
"Very good, my child. The first step to redemption is seeking out the forgiveness of God. Stand."
You did as you were told immediately, without asking a single question. Good. The expectant look in your eyes could melt the resolve of the most cold-hearted man, had you only wished to do so.
"For your heinous crimes, you shall face punishment, and you shall suffer, and you shall be freed. Now, are you ready to carry out God's task?"
Oh, that spark in your eyes. He could almost feel the devotion radiate off your body into zaps of energy. Almost. "I am ready, Father. I swear that I will do whatever it is The Lord asks of me."
Before you even finished speaking, he had already turned around and instructed you to follow him.
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Not before long, you found yourself in his private quarters. Just as you were about to question why, he called out to you, and you answered. Sanji was sat at the edge of his bed, looking up at you with a gentle smile adorning his face.
"Kneel, child."
You sank back to your knees, reaching out with your hands and hesitantly placing them atop his own, all while looking at him. He extended his hand to you and gently cupped your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
Breath caught in your throat, you dared not utter a word, lest all kinds of sinful thoughts escape through, in-between your teeth.
"Do you know what you must do?" You could feel his thumb brush across your plush lips and pull the bottom one down.
"Yes, Father."
Sanji felt your hands drag up his thighs and settle on the zipper of his pants. He held back a groan at the feeling of your hands on him, inhaling sharply once you pulled his cock out and sat up on your knees to press a featherlight kiss to the tip.
You licked your lips and pressed one more kiss to it before wrapping them around the head, sucking lightly. He let out a gasp and shut his eyes, basking in the way your perfect lips wrapped so well around the head of his dick. Sanji felt you pull away and opened his eyes only to see you spit on his cock and wrap a hand around to stroke him. Your palm so soft and gentle, your pace slow and sensual, easing him into the feeling of your skin pressed to his. He was trying so hard not to let out soft moans of pleasure as you touched him, your skin igniting a spark in him that ate away at his soul deliciously so.
He could feel sin seep through his skin and into his heart, pulling him away from all that he deemed right, enticing him to beg for more. But he couldn't allow it, couldn't allow to lose himself to such carnal desires.
His resolve, however, faltered the second you took him into your mouth again. Enveloping his cock in its warmth and continuing to stroke whatever you failed to fit with your hand. Sanji let out a whine, and pressed his palm to the back of your head, keeping you in place. You had long since closed your eyes, basking in the feeling of him filling up your mouth, making you imagine what it would feel like for him to bury himself deep inside you and claim you as his.
Oh, you've dreamed of him for so long. You knew it was wrong to want a man of God, selfish, to wish he'd devote himself to you instead. You'd stay awake at night, desperately pumping your fingers to feel even the slightest relief, but your body knew what it wanted. And it wanted it badly.
Whatever you did, you couldn't satisfy your hunger for the man, and tonight, after hopelessly trying to chaise you high for hours and failing miserably, you decided enough was enough. You had to see him.
Snapping back into the presence, you moved your tongue against him, hearing him let out yet another sinful cry, tears threatening to spill over his eyes. You could feel yourself clenching around nothing. Sanji tugged on your hair, and a moan escaped your throat, making him mewl in ecstasy.
He could feel a knot begin to form, like a balloon ready to burst, so he pushed you away, panting.
You looked up at him, confused. Had he not enjoyed himself? Did he perhaps change his mind? Maybe he finally realised how wretched you were.
"Come, sit." You wasted no time in hastily removing your bottoms and straddling his lap. Sanji placed both his hands on your hips, pressing gentle kisses to your neck and collarbone. A sigh left his lips when he felt your fingers swiftly undoing his ponytail and running your fingers through his long, golden locks of hair.
You aligned yourself up with his cock and sank, taking him in inch by delicious inch, filling yourself. Once you finally fit him all inside, a breath of relief left you.
He was still pressed closely to your chest, holding you tightly and squeezing your hips as if you'd disappear should he let go. And his grip became tighter once you started moving. Sanji felt like he'd lose his mind by how tight, wet and warm your walls were, pulsating and squeezing around him and greedily sucking him in.
"Father...please." Your voice was so weak as if the wind was knocked out of you, leaving you gasping and craving for more. He groaned and tried to meet your hips with his, thrusting up into your cunt in chase of the pleasure engulfing him whole.
"Fuck, you feel so good my sweet." He was quickly losing himself in you. Breathing in your scent and feeling it fill up his lungs, it was almost as if his mind was spiralling into insanity.
"Call me by my name...Let me hear you say it." You could barely register what he was asking of you, too drunk on the feeling of the man you've been craving for so long finally giving you what you've been wanting.
"Sanji, please don't stop." A shameless whine interrupted you. You couldn't form coherent thoughts anymore. All you could think about was him and how good he was making you feel.
He just kissed your forehead and began fucking into you harder, hitting that special spot deep inside you every time. He knew you were close by the way you tightened so much around him, it was evident.
"I know darling, 'm close too. Fuck- Been dreaming about this pussy for months. Been dreaming of filling it up to the brim with my cum. Is that what you want love? For me to paint your insides white?"
All you could do was throw your head back and moan like an animal in heat, desperately moving your hips to chase that high.
"Use your words, sweetness. Tell me you want it." He didn't falter in his movements, keeping up the brutal pace and abusing your cunt, set on hearing you.
You locked your eyes with his, barely able to keep them open. "Want your cum Sanji, please give it to me. Want you to fill me up." He groaned, hearing you barely get out the words, too focused on the pleasure he was giving you.
"Since you asked so nicely, you better take it all." You could feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as you tipped over the edge, his words alone making you lose your mind. You moaned out his name again and again, like a prayer and he felt that knot finally snap.
With a final thrust of his hips, Sanji came, spilling deep inside you, painting your walls white. You felt your insides warm up as you milked him of every last drop until he was spent.
With both of you panting, he gripped your face with one hand to make you face him again and asked. "What do you say now?"
"Thank you, Father."
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Sanji bent over
Thinking about intentionally dropping something in front of Sanji, watching him bend only only to grab his ass and press your hips into his. He's far too flustered to move, back straight eyes still on the ground, he's almost forgot about the thing that you dropped his it not been still in his line of sight. The feeling of your hands roaming has him hard already, tracing over his spine then down to his thighs. Trembling slightly under your gaze wondering with obedient curiosity about what could come next.
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