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misslovasstuff · 7 months

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“Something else”

Sanji x reader

summary: after a long day, you and your boyfriend find yourselves comforting each other. Soon that comforting turns into something else.

Tags/warnings: opla!Sanji x fem!reader, suggestive nsfw language, unprotected sex, sexual language, degenerate language and kinks… (first time writing smut, kinda nervous)

author’s note: although I think of Sanji as a power bottom (so i might have included some praise there as well) I just know how thirsty yall are for a dominant Sanji, especially if he calls you his bitch, lol. Anyways, enjoy.

“Finally alone. - you sigh, putting strands of hair behind your ear as you allow to watch Sanji with the corner of your eye as he closes the bedroom door. - It was such an exhausting day.”

“Agreed. - he sighs as he approaches you with a smile. - good thing we’re here for each other.”

He places a kiss on your forehead, hand caressing your cheek whilst his eyes seem to be putting some sort of magic on you, pulling you closer and making your head spin like coming across an hypnosis, strong enough to shake you off.

Don’t look at me with those eyes.” - you say with a terrible blushing voice, covering his face with your hand, slightly pushing him away from your embrace.

“Mhm? - he hums, pulling you by the waist and kissing your shoulder. - Since when are you so shy around me?”

Sanji asks with a teasing smile as you rest your hands on his chest, slightly blushing.

“Do I still make you nervous although we’ve been together for a while now?” - he keeps planting soft kisses on the skin of your shoulder, travelling to the collarbones, pulling down your coverage a little.

“S-sanji… - you gasp, not expecting him to be all over you right now. - I’m always nervous when I’m with you like this.”

He listens to your voice becoming shaky as he grabs your neck gently, devouring it with kisses and small love bites which only made him more eager.

“You can relax and enjoy it with me, love. - he kisses your ear and whispers. - I always make you feel good, no?”

As he leans you in his bed, his hot breath hits your cold skin, making you shiver. No matter how many times he touches you, your body loses all muscle memory and it feels like it’s the first time over and over again.

Sanji grabs your waist with one hand travelling up from your back, tracing your skin with his fingers. He stops for a moment and looks at you directly in the eyes with a smirk.

He unleashes your bra, a trick he’s mastered fully, taking in the satisfaction of seeing such a lewd expression on your face.

“Be a darling and take the shirt off for me, would you? - he says, taking your wrist and kissing it. - No princess treatment for you tonight though.” - Sanji watches you take off your top, revealing your already unhooked bra hanging over your breasts.

Usually, Sanji would praise you all the time during foreplay. He’d kiss you softly and gently, tracing your curves and calling you his princess. From time to time he’d ask you what you wanted from him and he’d always give it to you. Tonight however, -

“Tonight you’re my bitch.”

Your eyes open wide. Although Sanji had never called you that before, it was impossible to deny that something had just awakened in you.

“Your what?” - you face flushes red, not noticing him going down in your chest, biting your bra and putting it aside.

He’s a smart man who can read you like no other. Sanji knew what would take to make your shyness go away, and he’s doing exactly that.

He starts messaging your breasts while pressing his thumbs on your already hard nipples, getting a cute reaction out of your pretty mouth.

He wants to feel you moaning in his mouth, thus his lips soon enough crash harshly against yours without warning. He grabs your chin, tilting it down with his thumb:

“Open wide.”

Once you follow his command, his tongue starts playing with yours as never before, sucking on it all while his fingers played with your nipples and slowly travelled down your waist and lower stomach, caressing your soft skin.

“Bitch.” That kept playing in your head repeatedly as Sanji touches you, various fantasies playing in your mind like a film for which your face was Sanji’s movie theatre.

“You have anything against it? - he asks teasingly, raising an eyebrow. With that, you shake your head which makes him smirk. - Thought so.”

Your lips become so soft and wet when he kisses you, usually. But now, he bites them, sucks on them and licks them with no hesitation as he takes a strong grip around your waist.

Sanji moves his hand on your back, making you arch it so your bodies touch in the right places.

Unconsciously, as you are completely drown in his kisses, you start grinding against him, leaving out some desperate moans which he reciprocated in your mouth.

“Someone’s getting excited. - he says, plugging his nails into your skin ever so slightly, but still making your body shiver with immense pleasure. - You can’t wait to get dicked down, can you?”

With that question, you nod with a whine.

It can’t be helped. Heavy breaths between kisses, parts which are touching briefly but screaming to get nearer, sloppy lips and trembling legs, everything adding up was making you lose your composure.

“S-sanji… - you moan his name, running your fingers through his hair as you grind harder against him. - P-please…”

“Please what?” - he asks, looking down as your crotch desperately touches his.

With a whine, you touch his belt, pulling him closer.

He smiles and says: “now now, - he grabs your hand and place it in your what he liked to call his pet. - if you’re so impatient, might as well play with yourself until I decide to go down on you.”

Now you’ve completely staring to lose it. He has never asked this before. Whatever switched on him tonight, it’s also switching you up for good. As it goes, you follow his instruction and start touching yourself. Your fingers work their way through under your skirt, only to feel how wet you already had gotten.

“Good girl. - his voice deep and husky as he gazes at your every move. - Feeling good already? - he caresses your thighs with his fingers. - No wonder, a whore like you would get off this easily.”

His words only arouse you more as you let out moans while rubbing yourself slowly and gently. He smirks whilst watching your face literally melting, as you bite your lip and stare into his eyes, as if you were giving him a little show.

“Look at you, - he scans you from head to toe, seeing your body in full ecstasy. - so hot and bothered tonight.”

You moan, one hand in your wet cunt and the other on your mouth as you try to hold yourself from letting out any more lewd sounds. Meanwhile, your man is watching your hand moving under your white skirt.

“I want to enjoy the view, if you don’t mind.” - he grabs your skirt and pulls it down in one try.

So fucking hot of him.

You grab his collar, making Sanji’s body hover over yours. After moaning in his ear, you whisper:

“If I’m your bitch you gotta treat me like one. - you say, untying the buttons of his shirt eagerly. - so give me your cock already, Sanji.”

Something snapped in your lover’s eyes the moment you grabbed his collar and whispered those words. It was pure excitement, growing more evident with each passing moment.

“Love, if you were so horny to begin with you should have just come to me, - he explains, cupping your cheek. - But it’s too late for that now so I might as well cum in you. You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes yes, I want you to fill me up, please.” - you whine, parting your legs as you come close to climaxing from touching yourself so desperately.

His mind goes crazy. Sanji takes off his shirt and reveals the body you so much adored all while you unbuckle his belt, attempting to lower his pants when he pushes you against the bed.

He takes the hand which you were teasing yourself with and kisses it, purposely not letting you hit your orgasm. His head goes down to your inner thighs, sucking on them until reaching your zone to which he forms a smirk.

“I wish you could see what I’m seeing. - he says, starting to rub your clit and sucking through the fabric of your panties. - Such a wet mess, all for me.”

You try to restrain your moans, but Sanji was making you almost come with your panties on, let alone what’d happen if he -

“Ah!”- you moan loudly as the blonde pulls down your panties and sucks on your clit while teasing two fingers around your hole. - Ah, fuck, Sanji!”

You whine, pushing your head back and pulling his hair once he puts them in and out slowly at first, only to pick up the pace as he hears your moans go louder.

“Fuck? - he hums, the vibration hitting your zone. - Fuck what, love? This tight hole of yours?”

Shameless. He’s going completely out to eating you like an animal.

You don’t know what has gotten into him but, it was so fucking hot. No matter what, Sanji always goes down on you with so much love. His tongue seems like it’s programmed to find your most sensitive spots and make you feel blessed.

His fingers pick up the pace, making you shout his name multiple times before coming close again.

“let me, Sanji… - you beg, seeing how the your precious love-cook had no intention on letting you finish that easily. He was already making you numb with his fingers alone. - Just let me come already, why you gotta be so mean?!”

“Asking won’t get you nowhere. - he says, inserting his tongue deep into you. - And calling me mean makes you sound like an ungrateful slut, love.”

“Sluts should be thankful then? How can I thank you?” - You lick your lips as you observe his tie still being the only piece of clothing he has on his torso, making him look so sexy. Truly, you swore to yourself you’d let this man do unspeakable things but also a part of you wanted to drive him crazy, make him whimper and cry under your touch.

“Thank me? Oh, trust me love you’re doing enough. - he claims, noticing you’re close. - But if you’re feeling so grateful, might as well finish like the good girl you are.”

It doesn’t take long before you finish on his face, letting out a scream of ecstasy.

Thus, you grab his tie, still hardly breathing, making him to look up to you.

He meets your gaze and licks his lips.

“Fuck, - you cuss out, - you look so pretty like that.”

Once he hears the satisfaction in your voice, Sanji smirks and approaches:

“You want to taste yourself, darling?”- he asks and you nod, pulling him by his collar, kissing him so deeply that he could swear feeling your tongue going down his throat.

“Who’s the bitch now?”- you smirk, attempting to catch him off guard. Little did you know that there was no taming him tonight. Once his eyes meet yours, watching his gaze, you gulp:

“How about you tell me? -

He opens your mouth with his long and tender fingers, inserting two of them in there. You moan, looking at his blue grey eyes intensely.

“Yes, just like that. - he says breathily, - look at that this mouth can do, goodness…”

You suck on his fingers, licking your own cum from them so eagerly. Sanji caresses your cheek with his other hand and says:

“Someone is growing too desperate, - he pushes your bottom lip down with his thumb, - such a needy whore you are.”

Fuck.

Seeing Sanji all worked up like this; his smoky eyes looking down on you, his golden hair already a mess, his tie still hanging on his chest and those strong arms of his that are now surrounding you, his body hovering yours. You felt protected, loved and cared for, but most of all…

“Please Sanji, do me now harder than ever…” - you manage to say breathily, whining about how much you needed him inside of you now.

“You sure? - he starts to take off his shorts painfully slowly. - You want me to fuck you hard, love?”

You bite your lip and nod, looking at Sanji’s hands whilst he unbuckles his pants, leaving you with a great view to witness as he reveals his cock already hard and striving to get deep within you.

“Beg for it.”

He demands while stroking his cock, making you even more eager than before.

“I … - words are hardly coming out of you as your mind is distracted at him touching himself like that.

He teases your entrance with his tip.

“Sanji! - as you moan his name, Sanji smirks and asks again:

“Beg.”

You turn to look away as you stutter out your desperation: “Please, Sanji, please… I can’t take much more of this torture, put your slutty cock where it belongs.”

“Look at me, - he holds your chin up, - you’ll do as I say if you want me to -

Sanji interrupts himself with a groan once his thing grinds against your entry because of your sudden hip movement. You were clearly teasing him and he knows and… he likes it.

“Fuck, - he cusses out, as he grinds his thing against your entry, stroking himself harder, knowing that you were already wet enough and ready for him, - this is gonna be so good, love. I’ll fuck my pretty whore so so good.”

Your eyes shut and your hands clench into the bed sheets, eyes gazing over his cock which looked so good in his hand, slowly entering you. Once you feel the tip going in, your mouth is already drooling. Sanji groans, feeling his length wrapped up all good by your tight walls.

He places a hand on your lower stomach, feeling proud of himself because of how deep he is within you. Then, all that confidence and amusement is reflected in his eyes which turn to yours, easily reading through them and realising how much you loved him doing you like this.

“Ahhh, love. - he moans, beginning to thrust into you slowly. - you’ve been waiting for this all day or what? You’re clenching so good around me.”

As your body gets hotter and hotter, his words only add gasoline to the fire burning inside of you.

“Hnngh, Sanji… - the way his name drops out your mouth like honey, how you grab into his arms as his thrusts become stronger, the way you bite your lip and keep whining about how amazing it feels… all of this was making Sanji experience sensations out of this world. - you’re so good to me.”

“Is that so? - his breath gets heavier, a hand travelling up your throat, grabbing with a light grip on it. - show me how good you feel then. I want you to keep moaning like the dirty bitch you are.”

“Ahhh, fuck… - you shout out loud, feeling his dick go deeper with every thrust. His hand chokes your neck, thumb reaching to your lower lip, brushing it off gently.- Sanji!”

“That’s right, baby. - he groans, surrendering as he clenches his hands on the sheets while looking at your pretty face. You put your hands around his shoulders, scratching it with your nails.

“You wanted my cock so badly didn’t you? - Sanji grabs a hold of your hips, pushing them down with each thrust. - Tell me how bad you want it.”

“I… ahhh shit… - you try to blur out the words. - I want you to break me, love.”

With those words, Sanji takes a hold of your legs and puts them over his shoulders, giving you a new angle which made both of you moan loudly as the pace of his thrusts increases.

“F-fuck, baby… - he stutters, biting his lip as he puhes his head back with a groan. - letting me fuck you like this, what a good girl you are… yes… yes you’re so … ahhh..”

“Sanji, - your hand reaches to pull him in but he reacts quickly, taking a hold of both of your hands and holding them with his on top of your head. - you’re enjoying it right? You like violating my pussy like that, don’t you?”

“Hnghh, s-shut your mouth…” - he says, panting heavily.

“I thought you wanted it opened wide?”

“For fucks sake… - he shakes his head with a smirk. - you want me to fuck your mouth too? Needy slut, wants me to go down her throat until she can hardly breathe.”

“Ahh, yess… - you exclaim, - but finish this first-

Sanji interrupts you as he tightens the grip he has on your hands, staring at your chest as your boobs bounce back and forth. Irresistible, he thinks as he leans in to suck on your nipples. His tongue goes on circular motions, soft lips pulling and slightly biting them. He gropes them with his other hand, as he keeps thrusting, he slaps your boobs and massages them harshly.

“Who knew you liked it rough too… - he smirks as he gets closer to whisper in your ear, his hand still grabbing yours as he caresses your palm with his thumb, - you wanted to be a whore for me, - you feel his cock getting even harder inside you, - you wanted me to slut you out.”

He was right, such a mess you were for him. He grabs onto your thighs, sticking his nails and biting them, leaving a hickey or two before feeling himself getting closer and closer to climaxing.

“Sanji I can’t last longer, - you try to pull away from his grip as your hands were desperate to touch him, - I want you to cum in me, please.”

“What’s that? - he smirks between heavy breaths, - my pretty slut has reached her limit? Alright then, - he lets go from your hands, - be a darling and cum all over my cock.”

“Fuuuuck, - you moan, holding onto his strong biceps as you both finish simultaneously. Your wish comes true as he fills you up inside with his warm semen, dripping out your hole. He came a lot, more than usual.

After a loud groan, he collapses on your body, still trying to catch his breath.

“Goodness… - you say, patting the back of his head. - Sanji?”

You check on him only to see a wide smile on his face.

“What a perv…” - you say with a smile on your face as he chuckles.

“I figured that you love every version of me. - he claims, wrapping himself up your arms.

“Of course I do, - you bite your lip before you claim:

Next time I’ll show you something else.”

Sanji widens his eyes, as his lips can’t stop forming a smile.

Something else, huh?

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every-god-usopp · 1 month

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#One Piece #Usopp #Ch: 94 #Arc: Arlong Park #with: nami #with: luffy #with: zoro #with: sanji #chapter art

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sanjisjuul · 25 days

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Say Please!

Summary: You're a burlesque dancer and you spot Sanji in the crowd

Cw: Where do I start... fem reader, sub Sanji, cursing, smoking, you step on him, choking, slapping, nipple play, pussy eating, vaginal penetration

Note: I'm sorry I'm so inconsistent on here! It's hard with school and work, but I'm glad I could post something that I really enjoy!

Word count: 3.4k

Mini 18+

Cigarette smoke clouds the dingy locker room, the clouds circling around you and evaporating into the hot, sticky air. You roll the fabric of your black fishnets into your hands before pulling them up the expanse of your leg. The once-exhilarating feeling of getting ready for a show has turned into a mundane routine. Every Saturday, you sit in the same spot at your little vanity, placing hot rollers into your hair and intricately lining your eyelids and lips, all while swaying your head to the muffled jazz music playing in the background.

You enjoyed being a burlesque dancer; the glitz and glamor of it all is intoxicating. The extravagancy of the hair, the makeup, and the outfits makes you feel alive. The hot gazes of pathetic men as you dance your routines make you feel untouchable. and untouchable you are, because no matter how many men wait outside for you after shows or offer you a drink after a routine, you always politely decline. You do, however, enjoy teasing them; you love the looks on their faces as you sway your hips, their jaws slacking when you remove items of clothing; it's exhilarating and quite honestly turns you on.

“Y/N, 5 minutes to showtime!” You hear a voice call out to you as you buckle on your heels, standing to stare in the mirror. You smile, as you’re quite pleased with your appearance tonight. hair perfectly curled in a vintage curl pattern, your lips tightly lined and filled in a ruby red to match your sparkling red corset and panties. You slip your matching feathery robe over your body, followed by your black silk gloves. You pin a large feather into your hair before grabbing your fans and shuffling backstage.

Cheers and whistles are heard over the band as one of your coworkers finishes up a routine. She looks amazing as she smiles at the crowd as she blows a kiss, exiting stage left. You clap along with the audience, cheering for your fellow dancer, before your announcement starts. You strut onto the stage, the lights illuminating you and causing your skin to heat up. The crowd erupts in applause before the band starts to play.

You start with your back turned to the audience, swaying your hips to the music before twirling around. You smile to the crowd, slowly covering your fans over your body. Your eyes scan over the audience as you pulse your fans. You see some regulars, eyes locked on your figure as they sip their scotch. Some new faces appear as well: a group of men sitting in the right corner, faces heating up at the very sight of you, but your eyes lock on one person. Dead center, a man sits at a table alone; his legs are crossed as he takes a long drag of his cigarette. You mentally decide to nickname him Blondie, as his golden locks cover one side of his face. From the side, you can make out that he’s quite handsome with defined features. His jawline is well accentuated, although you can tell he’s tightly clenching his teeth together. He’s dressed in a suit, the maroon jacket thrown over the back of the chair, leaving him in a black button-down and white tie. His sleeves are rolled up past his black gloves, revealing his forearms to you. He wears matching maroon pants and black dress shoes. Good thing for you; you’re a sucker for a well-dressed man.

You tear your eyes away, deciding to pick on him a bit later. While continuing your routine, you twirl your fans around your body, the air whirling around you somewhat cooling you and relieving the burn of the harsh stage lights. You drop your fans, latching your fingers to the first glove, pulling it off ever so slowly before discarding it behind you. You latch your teeth to the next one, unconsciously locking eyes with the blonde as you tug it off seductively. A light blush coats his face as you twirl the glove and toss it.

You walk downstage, wrapping your hands around the tie of your robe, before undoing the knot, shimmying the fabric off your body, and letting it pool around your feet. Whistles and cheers erupt as you turn around, strutting back towards center stage and bending over, giving the audience access to marvel at your ass.

Nothing in the world could compare to the feeling you get on stage; it's high like no other. You love the feeling of having men absolutely lust after you as you dance and strip for them. You love the way their hungry eyes watch your every move. Tonight, you were most excited to have Blondie’s eyes on you. You feel his burning gaze on your backside as you lift your body back up, turning to face the audience once again.

You point a finger out, beckoning for the newcomer to approach you. His eyes widen in disbelief, looking around him to make sure he’s the target. He lifts himself off the chair, walking nervously towards you. You bend down on the balls of your toes as he comes closer. grabbing him by the tie as you pull him on stage. You can hear the grumbles from the audience as they wish they were so lucky to be in his shoes.

A chair is pushed on stage. devilishly smirking, you drag him over to it before pushing him down to sit. He looks absolutely astonished, his pupils blown and his face beat red as he adjusts his tie, Adam’s apple bobbing as he tries to gain composure. You turn around, arching your back to give him access to your corset, ass dangerously close to sitting on his lap. He gets the idea, swiftly biting his gloves off before reaching his shaky hands to loosen your corset. You smirk as it drops to the ground. turning first towards the audience as they marvel at your almost bare chest. You grin ear to ear as you shimmy, your nipple tassels shaking along with your breasts.

You turn back towards Blondie, who looks as if he’s about to cum in his pants. You settle yourself over his lap before taking a seat. Your eyes widen as you can feel a bulge through his pants. You’d be lying if this scenario didn’t turn you on as well. It’s not so often you get to tease an audience member as attractive as this one. paired with his fluster, you couldn’t be more excited as you ground your hips on him, pressing your chest towards his face. His breath hitches in his throat as his hands tense at his sides. The loud music comes to its climax behind you, so you turn around, bend down in front of him, and ghost your ass over his lap. You can tell he’s enjoying this; the sound of his groan is audible to only you.

You lean back into his lap, bringing your back to his chest and grabbing his tie once again. You roll your hips rhythmically, bringing your lips to his ear. “What’s your name, Blondie?” you half yell and half whisper, tugging his tie so he can hear you. “Sanji,” he breathes out, almost stuttering over his own name. “Hmm,” you respond, knowing you need to cut the conversation short to finish your routine. “Meet me at the back door when the show ends.” You let him go, grabbing his hand and directing him off stage before grabbing your fans off of the stage and finishing up.

The choreography almost slips your mind as arousal takes its place. You go through the motions as you wave your fans around once again, shimmying and twirling. Once the music ends, you hold your fans up high, smiling as the audience applauds your routine. You wink at Mr. Blondie before shuffling off stage, being greeted with a bottle of water by one of your coworkers.

You make sure to thank everybody’s praise, high-fiving the next dancers, before pushing the dressing room door open. “Quite the show,” you hear a voice from beside you. You snap your head in the direction of your friend and fellow dancer, Nami. “Jesus, you scared me!” You laugh as you unbuckle your heels, kicking them off by your station. "It seems like you had a good time,” she winks at you through her mirror as she takes bobby pins out of her hair. You roll your eyes. “Let me live; he was hot!” She cringes at your words, turning to face you. “The only thing men are good for is their money; besides that, they can’t provide anything.” You smirk at her words. “I don’t know about that,” you wink. She groans, turning back towards the mirror. “You’re gross.” You both laugh as you take off your outfits and get into something more comfortable.

You leave on your panties and heels, peeling off your pasties and slipping on a white t-shirt, which you could most definitely see through. You take a seat at your station, anxiously pulling out a cigarette and lighting it as you await the dancers exits. Slowly but surely everybody leaves, and one after the other, you say your goodbyes as they exit the dressing room. To your surprise, nobody really questioned why you were staying; either they were blissfully ignorant or Nami opened her big mouth (you knew it was the latter).

You grin as the last girl exits, running over to lock the door behind her. At this hour, mostly everybody had gone home, aside from some bartenders and managers, but to your delight, they never dared to come back into the dressing room. You approach the back door, grinning as you push it open softly. And there he stands, back to you, smoke twirling around his frame. You cross your arms, leaning against the heavy door. “Did you enjoy the show?”

He snaps his head around in surprise, noticeably eyeing you up and down with a blush still littered across his face. “Yeah,” he sheepishly smiles, “it was fantastic.” You grab one of his hands, "Why don't you come in?” He follows you, taking a seat in your chair, not bothering to take in his surroundings. His eyes stay trained on you, wide and almost in surprise, as you come to straddle his lap.

“i’m glad you liked it, Sanji." You purr out his name as one arm wraps around the back of his neck, the other reaching for his still-lit cigarette. His eyes follow your movements as you lift the stick to your mouth and inhale, blowing the smoke into his face before placing it back in between his lips. You can feel that he’s still aroused underneath you. his erection poking your inner thigh as his shaky hands ghost over your waist. You flip your hair over your shoulder, "What would you say was your favorite part?” You bring your lips to his neck, inhaling his cologne, before pressing soft kisses and licks along his skin.

He twitches underneath you. “Y-you,” he stutters out, “you were so amazing, so beautiful.” You hum in approval, the vibration of it causing him to let out a soft groan. “So sensitive,” you giggle before lifting your head to look back into his now half-lidded eyes. “You were my favorite part too,” you say, tapping his nose. “I’ve never brought up an audience member before,” you grin at him, to which he reciprocates. “Well, I’m honored to be the first madam,” he beams.

“You wanna have some fun,” you say, gripping his tie and pulling his face close to yours. You love this; being in full control. He looks so helpless underneath you as he nods his head frantically, eyeing your lips. You waste no further time, wrapping your hand in his tie and pulling his lips into yours.

You hum into the feeling of your lips melting together, and his hands plant themselves on your waist. You immediately open your mouth, allowing him to push his tongue past your lips, to which he moans. You stay like that for a moment, and the sounds of your lips smacking echo throughout the dressing room as you rock into each other's clothed sexes.

You break the kiss all too suddenly, leaving him panting and whimpering for more. You unwrap your arms from him, standing over him. “Get on your knees,” you command, to which he immediately obliges, dropping to his knees in front of you. He stares up at you desperately, a pure look of desire painted on his flushed face. You lift your leg up, sticking your heel into his chest and pushing him onto his back. He doesn’t resist, his body falling back onto the carpet with a thud. His hands fall to their sides, not bothering to brace his fall. Your heel comes into contact with his thigh, sliding it up to press on his cock. “You like that?” you question, digging in a bit harder, but not hard enough to cause any real pain. He nods erratically, his hands balling into fists as his hips twinge up into your touch. “Oh my god, yes,” he groans, his teeth clenching together as he fights the urge to cum right then and there.

Once you’re satisfied, you lift your foot off of him, and he whines at the loss of contact. You position yourself over his face. Before you can act further, Sanji’s hoarse voice comes from underneath you. “Let me taste you, please,” he begs, his hands coming to grip your ankles. You giggle before bending down, hovering over his face. “Go ahead, pretty boy.” You plant yourself directly on his face, not bothering to give him room to breathe. And to your delight, he doesn’t mind, bringing his large hands to grip your ass and breathe in your scent. His breath trembles as he exhales, his cock twitching in his pants, precum soaking the front of his pants.

He nips and licks the insides of your thighs as your chest heaves above him. You clench around nothing when he presses kisses on your cunt through your soaked panties. He whimpers from your taste, the corners of your lips twinging upwards in delight. You grip his hair, tugging his face further into your cunt. "Look at me." His pretty blue eyes stare up at you as he continues to please you. The sight of him trapped beneath you is delightful. He looks so pathetic like this, face buried in your clothed sex, drunk on your scent, hips rutting up into nothing just the way you had planned.

You reach down and pull your panties to the side, giving him full access to what he desires. He hums into your cunt, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking softly. You grind your hips into his face, sighing at the feeling of his hot, warm mouth on your most sensitive area. “Just like that baby,” you egg him on, his tongue now swirling around you in sloppy circles. Your eyes are screwed shut in bliss, and your focus is now on the way he expertly uses his tongue. You grasp his shirt, your knuckles turning white as you feverishly get off on his face. He holds onto you for dear life, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

The feeling of orgasm creeps up on you quickly as he sets a steady pace, allowing you to do as you please while he lies helpless underneath you. “I’m close,” you whine, your body trembling and your legs turning to jelly. He quickly removes a hand from your thigh, bringing a finger towards your entrance and inserting, it into your greedy hole. “Oh shit,” you clench your jaw, his finger finding your g spot almost immediately as he twists his finger in and out of you. Black specks fill your vision, your core tenses as the most powerful orgasm of your life washes over your body. your mouth parts in utter bliss, your eyes rolling back all while spitting out chains of curses. You rest for a moment, Sanji’s movements coming to a halt as you mentally regroup.

“Was that good?” He questions you eagerly, licking your juices off his lips with a goofy smile. You lean down to kiss his forehead. “You did very well,” you praise, beginning to unbutton his shirt. You kiss each inch of skin to be revealed, leaving love bites along his defined chest. You look up to him as you lick over one of his nipples, bringing the other between your fingertips. He throws his head back as you suck harshly on his chest, his legs shaking in pleasure.

“Fuck me,” he cries above you, his hands reaching to grip your shoulders. You take his nipple between your teeth, softly biting the sensitive flesh before releasing it. “hm? I didn’t hear you,” you tease, climbing up his body to take his face between one of your hands. “Fuck me,” he begs, his hair sticking to his forehead. You release your grip on his face, testing the waters further. “Say, please,” you command, slapping him straight across the face. He moans in pleasure at the connection, his head turning to the side as his hips twitch. “Please, love, please fuck me.”

You decide to give in; after all, he has been such a good boy for you. and you let him know, reaching down to undo his belt. You lick your lips as you tug his pants down his waist, surprised by the sight. “Oh my, look at the mess you made,” you coo, smirking at boxers absolutely soaked in cum. He covers his face in embarrassment, looking away. “I’m sorry.. I couldn’t help it.” You ignore his apology, tugging his boxers down. His cock is still as hard as ever, slapping his abdomen and leaving a wet spot slightly above his belly button.

“Ready?” you question, tugging your shirt over your head, tossing it behind you, settling over his length, but not yet giving him contact. “Mhm,” he hums, shaking his head and pushing your hair out of your face. You position yourself over his waist, grabbing his cock and guiding it inside of you. You groan simultaneously as you sink down, his cock filling you to the brim. “You’re so tight,” he croaks, his hands coming to cup your breasts to stabilize himself. You laugh, grinding your hips and throwing your head back in ecstasy. “You like that, pretty?” you question, setting a slow pace to begin. He takes a moment to answer, fighting back the whimpers to vocalize an answer. “Feels s’good.”

He attempts to raise his hips to meet yours, to which you lean forward, wrapping your smaller hand around his throat and forcing him to look you in the face. “Did you ask to do that?” You raise an eyebrow, squeezing lightly. He halts his movements and swallows, "No, ma’am.” You bring your lips to his ear, biting, causing goosebumps to spread across his skin. “Why don’t you ask nicely?” He quivers, “Please let me fuck you, my love, please!” You lean back, releasing your grip on his throat. “Good boy.” You finally let him take some sort of control as he gripped your ass. He plants his heels into the ground, lifting his hips to meet yours. You cry out as you plant your hands on his chest, your nails digging into his flesh, surely leaving marks.

He ruts into you at a harsh pace, desperation getting the best of him as he chases his orgasm. “Oh, Sanji,” you cry, his large cock hitting all of the right spots inside of you. “So beautiful,” he mutters, bringing a thumb to rub at your clit. You yell out at the feeling; your clit still sensitive from your orgasm. Sanji’s mouth is parted as he trains his gaze on where your bodies meet. The squelching of your mixed fluids echos around the room as you both near your highs. “Go ahead, Sanji, cum for me,” you encourage, holding his pretty face between your hands. His pace becomes erratic, his hips sputtering, before he deeply moans. His whole body trembles as he cuts inside of you. His seed paints your walls, causing you to come undone for the second time under his ministrations.

You collapse onto his chest, letting your arms fall limp as he wraps his larger ones around your frame. You pant into each other, reveling in the aftermath of your orgasms. He rubs circles into your back, relaxing you to the point where you almost forget your setting. “You’re perfect,” he says, pressing a soft kiss into your hair and holding you tight. You smile into his shoulder, sweaty, exhausted, yet utterly delighted.

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Smoking kills btw 🫵

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#One Piece #Monkey D. Luffy #Ch: 230 #Arc: Jaya #with: Monkey Mountain Alliance #with: sanji #with: nami #with: chopper #with: zoro

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#One Piece #Tony Tony Chopper #Ch: 304 #Arc: Long Ring Island #color spread #chapter art #with: luffy #with: zoro #with: nami #with: usopp #with: robin #with: sanji

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Hi! ≽^•⩊•^≼ C0uld y0u write HC 0f the straw hats with an S/0 wh0 l0vrs t0 c00k? Like s0 much s0 it's their l0ve language? ( t0tally n0t self pr0jecting (｡· v ·｡) )

|| self projecting is completely allowed here, i totally self project in some of my other writings… but! i hope this is to your liking, i kept it mildly platonic but there is definitely the freedom to imagine it as romantic. if this isn’t exactly what you wanted i can rewrite it or do a more romantic version!!

WARNINGS: nothing but SFW!! gn!reader, mentions of period in namis part, probably OOC for Zoro, platonic but allowed to be seen as romantic, not proof read and probably a little sloppy!! WC: 1050k

Luffy

- he loves to eat, so when he finds out that you can cook? you are the first person he goes to for every meal

- he doesn’t care what you cook him, as long as he gets a bunch of it and fast. he’s starving!! (he ate like two minutes ago)

- if you want to try something knew he’s willing to eat it, he’ll even tell you how good it is but you have to take it with a grain of salt cause he finds practically everything you make him delicious

- he also likes to make ideas for things he wants, if he wants something exotic he’ll definitely bring it up in a random conversation to you

- he likes both you and sanjis cooking, but he definitely likes your more. maybe it’s the fact that your cooking isn’t restaurant taught and feels more, home like

- if you are out shopping on an island, to his dismay yet his obvious interest he’ll grab random fruit and ask what kind of meals you can make out of it

Zoro

- he doesn’t really care, he’s never cared for anything except good combat and shit like that but that doesn’t mean he won’t find it impressive

- and when i say he doesn’t care i mean, he just doesn’t bother to ask. you’ll tell him or cook him something and he’ll say thanks or cool then move on

- but secretly after you tell him you cooked him something he tries to enjoy it a little more than he does Sanjis, i mean you cooked it for HIM he feels pretty flattered

- he’ll also sometimes come into the kitchen to watch you, mostly to see how you use a knife and if you are good with it. like i said, he’s mostly interested in combat.

- he’ll start to buy you knives, he hopes you’ll use them for defense but most the time he finds them hidden somewhere safely or he’ll see you using them to cut up the onions that will be on tonight’s plate

Nami

- she thinks it’s cute, especially when you make her something specifically for her. she’ll eat it slowly and make sure to enjoy every little detail that you put into the dish

- if you make her anything orange related you’ll hear constant praises and she’ll tell you how good the dish was then ask for more

- she definitely enjoys sitting in the kitchen while you cook, doodling in her pages of maps but also making sure to keep a look out for good islands that have ingredients you might like

- she doesn’t mind Sanji’s cooking but whenever dinner is served she always asks, when she hears it’s from you she takes her time more than she does with Sanjis.

- when she’s out shopping for herself and she sees something like a little utensil set she’ll snag it then buy it for you, as a random gift because she thought you’d like it

- she definitely comes to you when she’s craving things on her period, if she wants a specific snack she’ll go to you and she’ll watch you intently as you prepare it for her

Usopp

- he finds it cool! he’ll tell you stories about himself cooking and how amazing of a cook he is but when you offer to cook with him he panics

- he will sit and watch you cook, he will ask random question but most the time he’ll bite his nails to hold back from asking to many. he doesn’t wanna bother you while you cook

- he won’t say it to either you or sanjis face but he definitely likes your cooking more, he’ll tell anybody he meets about sanjis cooking but then immediately bring up how yours is just 10x better

- he’ll ask you about different meals you can make, if you offer to make one he’ll say yes but then immediately feel bad for being a bother to you and distracting you from cooking for the rest of the crew

- but when you do cook for him? it’s like he’s on heaven. like nami and zoro, he takes his time enjoying what you’ve made for him. he doesn’t really look at the details like nami does cause it’s food, he’s hungry but he’ll take his time to enjoy it longer than he normally does

- if you offer to teach him how to cook he’ll say yes, but will apologize every 30 seconds if he messes up or doesn’t follow the correct instructions. he’s not bad at it either… well making toast at least.

Sanji

- at first he’s intimidated over the fact that someone else on the ship can cook and from what he’s heard, it’s better than his. he’s very cold to you at the beginning before he realizes how much this is just like the baratie

- one day he comes to you and you two talk it out, eventually opting to work together in the kitchen to make meals that make the whole crew happy and sleep well at the end of the night

- sanji won’t admit it but he enjoys having someone in the kitchen, even after preaching that it was his sacred space and no one was allowed there he didn’t mind having you back there

- and when you weren’t there, it was mildly hectic. you always knew how to make the meals feel more special, give it that family and homey feel but he’s stuck in the old restaurant ways

- he’ll cook you something and even when he does he tries to push his limits to make something similar to you, even though he messes up you still enjoy the thought

- when you cook for him it shocks him, he’s not used to being cooked for but when he tries to the food he understands why the rest of the crew says yours simply just… tastes better. he’ll definitely ask you for your secrets, if you have any.

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