#sanjioiledup

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SANJI MY LOVE HEHHEHEHEHE

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who put lil bro in squid game

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bloody mess.

sanji x fem!reader

Straw hat cook and resist the babe tanning in the galley.

warning: erm, he masterbates

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The Merry is docked and the crew is out enjoying the island while Sanji remains aboard, meal prepping for the week. He enjoys the silence; helps him work better. Usually he’d be just fine on his own, but today he isn’t alone on the ship. Today is a nice day, it’s warm and the sun is shining, and you are taking full advantage of it. Rather than laying on the beach, you’ve decided to tan on a lawn chair in the galley. Sanji noticed you strip down into a bathing suit through the small window and he nearly cut his finger off.

Sanji can’t help but admire you out there, your ass out on display and the way your tits pool over the side of your bathing suit and onto the chair. He would do just about anything to you out there with lotions and oils for the excuse to feel you up and get you nice and smooth for him.

He manages to choke down his burning desire and get back to work. Sanji decides to make you a little fruity cocktail, something he knows you’ll like. Little slices of lemon and orange, and even a hunk of pineapple mixed into a gradient of red and orange.

“Enjoying yourself my sweet?” You lift your head to look up at him. You smile that gorgeous smile of yours and sit up. He chokes back his desires and forces his eyes to remain on your face and not all over your body, and your smooth smooth skin, breasts pressed together and on display, almost as if they were just for him, your hips framed by the strings on your bikini, fuck. 

“Sun’s nice, you should spend more time outside,” You remark.

“Well I’ve come to offer a nice cold drink for a beautiful woman?” 

“Well thank you very much Sanji” You reach out and take the drink from him, lick your lips before wrapping them around the straw. 

Sanji can barely keep it together. His mind wanders, wondering what your mouth might feel like around his cock. He feels his pants tighten and blood threatens to spill from his nose.

“Hope you enjoy my sweets!” He rushes off, leaving you just ever so confused on the beach chair. He slams the kitchen door and moves his hand from his face, seeing that familiar red blood drip down his hand. “fuck,” he mutters to himself. His pants feel tight and he runs his hand through his hair. He peers out the window, seeing you on your back now, gently sipping on the drink he had prepared. He composes himself, grabbing a napkin for his nose before returning to the counter. 

He adjusts his pants, hoping to just get over this hiccup but he can’t fight his own desires, palming his erection. He looks back out the window and contemplates his options. The crew isn’t going to be back for a couple more hours, and there’s no way he will be able to keep working in this condition. He washes his hands before his fingers shakily grip onto his belt. He pulls at the buckle and slides his hand into his pants. He chokes down his shames, letting out a shaky breath as he grips onto his erection. The thumbs the tip and feels the precum that he had already made for you.

This is so wrong, his hand moves up his length slowly awkwardly starting to pump his cock, looking out the window, staring at the glorious view of your breast laid out, the only thing in the way is the thin material of your revealing bikini top.

He bites his lip, picturing you in every way imaginable. First he would start on the beach chair with you, oiling you up and massaging your whole body, stripping you naked, wanting to feel the inside of you with his fingers. 

fuck, this is so very very wrong.

He pulls his boxers off and pulls himself out of his pants, having better access to his own cock. He picks up his own speed, picturing your mouth, what you would look like bend over the counter, the feeling of his fingers digging into your hips, the sounds you’d make when he rammed his cock inside of you. The feeling of his cock inside of you.

He picks up his pace, not caring about the blood that drips down his face. He wishes the metallic taste in his mouth was the taste of your pussy instead. He doesn’t care when the blood drips down his face, and he doesn't stop when he feels the warm drops get mixed in the mess of his hand and cock. 

“Fuck” he bites back a moan, seeing the mess of blood and precum getting mixed around. He’s awful, he’s horrible. He lets the blood mix, not caring about being sloppy, wanting to be as gross as he feels. 

He uses his other hand to wipe away the blood on his nose, only smudging it on his face. Blood and sweat drip down his balls, staining his pants and boxers. His hand pumps and pulls at his cock, chasing his high, needing to feel something, anything. He grips the counter, leaving a bloody mess on his face and now the counter. 

He watches you through the window as the knot in his stomach bursts, she shuts his eyes and bites his lip hard enough he’s worried be made himself bleed, not that he would be able to tell anyways. He cums, staining the side of the counter with his shame. He feels his bottom lip quiver as he tucks himself back in his pants. He washes his hands and the counter, running a hand through his hair. Next stop is the bathroom; he needs to shower after what he just did. 

He defiled your image just to feel the high of an orgasm. 

God, I’m fucking disgusting.