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scvrgrl · 2 days ago

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delicate | vinsmoke sanji x fem!reader

sanji, the gentleman he was, ignored the pounding of his heart and the aching of his cock under his tight pants to ensure your pleasure before his. as much as he wanted to bend you over and fuck you over the countertop, he bit his tongue and used it to tease you instead...

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cw/tags: afab/fem!reader, curvy!reader, brief mentions of insecurity, mature language, porn with a lil plot, fingering, squirting, oral sex (f! receiving), brief mentions of masturbation and vouyerism, some fluff tho!, use of name calling (“sweetheart”, “baby”, “my love”), hardly proofread chill on me, MDNI pls!!!

it was no secret that sanji absolutely adored you. his admiration allowed himself to be completely at your disposal, wishing you would selfishly take advantage of his graciousness. however, sanji believed that it wasn’t fair for him to be the only one to recognize your beauty. no, he wanted you to see it for yourself. he caught onto your self-consciousness early on — the way you would shy away from his gaze when you wore a bikini out on the deck, shielding your belly with your arms. in truth, you were worried sanji wouldn't treat you the same as the other women aboard. your festering insecurities caused you to believe that his generosity only extended to those with smaller figures and slimmer waists. but that couldn't have been farther from the truth. he worshipped your body as if it was a sacred temple, worried that his impure thoughts would tarnish its pristine condition. sanji lusted over your curves, dreaming of exploring each fold and crevice, every mound and arch that decorated the smooth valley of your figure.

there would be times when your skirt would ride up just enough for sanji to sneak a glance. the way your ass consumed the thin fabric that hardly shielded it from the outside world sent him reeling. images of you bent over in these miniature articles of clothing (courtesy of nami's taste in fashion) seared into his memory, which he later used to pleasure himself in the confines of his bedroom. he would tug and stroke his aching cock, pleading to be touched by your delicate fingers. sanji could imagine the sensation of your warm breath ghosting over his leaking tip, the thought just enough to have him writhing against his sheets. his releases were so strong when you were in mind — his orgasm causing him to see stars while he whimpered your name into the night sky’s abyss. he could only dream of being suffocated between your pillowy thighs while he ravaged on your dripping core, exploring its taste as if it were an exotic delicacy.

the morning after such perverse activities always had sanji on edge, especially around you. anxious that if you peered into his dusty blue eyes long enough, you could read the absurdities that plagued his mind. sanji would avert his gaze, lighting cigarettes and taking a long drag every few minutes to ease the racing of his heart.

this particular morning the kitchen reeked of cigarette smoke, your stomach churning at the scent. you'd grown accustomed to sanji's smoking habit, often taking a drag when he offered it to you. but this was nauseating, causing you to cover your nose as you entered the room.

"jesus, what the hell are you trying to do? hotbox the kitchen??" you question over the loud clanging of pots and pans, playfulness mingling with your concern. the ventilation in the kitchen had been so poor that you had to physically waft the clouds of smoke out of your sight.

preoccupied with balancing the cigarette between his lips so the ash didn't fall into the dish below, sanji jumped at the sound of your voice. his ambiguously colored pupils dilated, eyes wild with fear and shame as if you had caught him in the middle of doing something bad.

"[y/n], my love. what are you doing here?" he asked, dropping a spoon as his hands trembled slightly. you smiled, even when he's nervous he's charming.

"just came to see if you needed any help," you responded innocently. however, your thoughts were anything but as you admired the sight before you — sanji's sleeves rolled up past his elbows, the bundled fabric tight around his biceps. his baby blue shirt was buttoned down a few notches, exposing the supple skin of his chest underneath. your breath hitched slightly as he hovered over the counter, palms pressed against its cool surface to stabilize himself. oh what you'd give to be pressed between that small space.

his head tilted at the sound of your request, yet the adorable confusion plastered across his face did not match the racing of his heart. sanji was ecstatic that you suddenly wanted to spend leisure time with him rather than tending to your own needs. he huffed a laugh, a small cloud of smoke billowing from his rosy lips, "i'm sure you have other things you'd rather do than be trapped with me."

"no, please. i'd love to help you," you insisted, smiling as you made your way over to where he was stationed. "i'll be your sous chef! your wish is my command, just show me where you need me."

sanji looked down into your eyes, amusement and fondness fusing into a blush that danced across his cheeks. your last few words lingered in his mind — oh boy he really did need you. his lips quirked into a smirk, pearly teeth flashing as they held the cigarette in place. "okay then."

you squealed at his approval, excited to finally get your hands dirty. sanji was extremely particular about who he let into his kitchen, worried that the crew's carelessness would disrupt the precision he worked so hard to maintain. it was his safe space — a place perfectly designed for him, a place where he could go blow off some steam doing what he loves most. so when he agreed to have you, your heart couldn't help but soar in your chest.

sanji directed you to cutting the fruit, granting you a simple task as he believed you shouldn't work too hard — you were too pretty for that. a comfortable silence grew between the two of you, each in your own little worlds while simultaneously enjoying the other's company. the only thing filling the silence would be the occasional scraping of the knife against the cutting board and the sizzling from the various pans occupying the burners on the stove. sanji would steal glances your way, chuckling to himself as he caught the way your brows furrowed in concentration.

"need some help?" sanji asked, fixing his sleeves as he walked over to you. your eyes met his, bashfully averting your gaze and returning it to the fruit before you. he gently places his hand over yours, seizing your continuous cutting motion.

“was it that obvious?” you laughed, turning to meet him as you held the knife up, gesturing for him to relieve you from your task. however, sanji had a better idea — taking advantage of your blissful ignorance and using it as a way to get closer to you.

he placed a gentle grip over your fingers, holding your hand in his as he steadies the knife. his other hand traveled down to meet the one you reserved for the small piece of fruit, lacing your fingers between his as he closed the gap between you two. your lower back now rested against his stomach, the friction of solid abs beneath the linen surface sent straight into your core. you leaned to rest against his chest, bodies pulled together by some invisible magnetic force. such proximity allowed you to feel the rise and fall of his chest, drinking in traces of cologne mingling with cigarette smoke. his scent was enough to make your head swim, your heart racing as your breathing became slow and deep.

"make sure you keep your fingers nice and tucked in like this when you cut stuff," sanji informed, using his hand to ball your fingers up. "can't risk damage to those pretty fingers of yours."

as someone who cherishes his own, it would be a lie to say that sanji hadn't paid attention to your hands. it was only in his wildest dreams where you showed him how skilled you were with yours — revealing yourself to him as he watched you explore your own body. he yearned for such a privilege, envisioning the way your fingers glided in and out of your core, white hot pleasure building inside as you brought yourself to a sweet release.

the two of you remained in this position until the rest of the fruit has been complete. thick, malleable tension gradually filled the atmosphere, both of you scared to disturb the beautiful moment shared. you were the first to break silence, bringing a cube of sweet honeydew melon to sanji's lips. his mouth accepted the offer, teeth grazing against your plush fingertips. you were mesmerized by the way his jaw worked to chew the fruit, gaze lingering on the way his lips never left your hands.

sanji caught your hand in his as you faced to meet him once again, gently placing a kiss on the rest of your fingers, "you did a wonderful job, my love. thank you for your help."

a fierce crimson blush colored your face, holding his gaze in yours, "i learned from the best."

the gap between the two of you shrunk with every passing second, sanji's large hands traveling down your body. a small gasp released from your lips as he made his way to your waist, pushing you farther into the countertop. his thumbs brushed gently against the space where your pants and soft flesh met, causing you to shiver from his touch. sanji brought his delicate hand to your face, cupping your cheek as his fingers slowly raked through your hair. you could see the hesitation in his eyes, worry swimming in his light eyes, afraid to cross such a boundary. yours, on the other hand, filled with a strong desire, a sweet plea that gave him a sense of reassurance. i want this.

in one swift motion, sanji discarded his cigarette by tossing it to the ground and sealed the gap between the two of you. he planted a long, hungry kiss across your soft lips. you could taste the smoke in his breath, the burn of the nicotine accelerating your head rush. your hands explored his chest — raking your hands over his smooth pecs as you made your way up to his collar, tugging on it to pull you closer. this small act of desperation raised a laugh from sanji's lips, his smile breaking the rhythm, "be patient, baby. i've got you."

sanji's words made their way straight down to your core, heat pulsing with desire for his touch. his fingers tightened slightly in your hair, just enough to tug your head backwards as he explored the skin across your neck. a sweet moan fell from your lips and into the hot kitchen air, each kiss traveling lower and lower down your body. his hands followed soon after, trailing down your navel as he followed every curve and ridge that resided there. sanji paid special attention to your breast, his mouth opening just a little wider to release warm, husky breath over supple skin. his pearly teeth worked to nibble and suck, a light trail of hickeys making their home on your chest. sanji pulled back to admire is work, to admire you.

"god, you're beautiful," he breathed, his voice raspy and hardly above a whisper. you moaned into a smile, raking your fingers through his honey-blonde hair to push it out of his eyes. you wanted to see him while he ravaged your body, your eyes tracing over his curly brows and dark eyelashes as he peered up at you.

he continued his passionate rhythm, planting kisses atop your stomach as he worked to unbutton your jeans. sanji, the gentleman he was, ignored the pounding of his heart and the aching of his cock under his tight pants to ensure your pleasure before his. as much as he wanted to bend you over and fuck you over the countertop, he bit his tongue and used it to tease you instead.

sanji wrapped his arms around your plush thighs, hoisting you up and placing you onto the countertop before him. you squealed at the sudden height, bringing his face to yours as an act of gratitude for handling you with such tenderness. sanji's hands ran over your thighs, blindly feeling his way up to your ass. he gave it a gentle squeeze before hooking his fingers into the small pocket where your back and pants met, tugging it down to expose your ruined panties to the outside world. your hips bucked to assist him, peeling them off slowly and sensually as he observed you. the hunger in his eyes told you that he was ready, licking his rosy lips as his breathing increased rapidly underneath the confines of his shirt. oh that won't do.

your eyes quickly flickered down his shirt before you pulled him into you — unraveling each button with a speed sanji couldn't catch up with. his trembling hands made an effort to help you out, but you beat him to the punch, finishing and shrugging the fabric off his broad shoulders. nothing could have prepared you for the beauty he beheld. you'd always recognized sanji's handsomeness, admired the way his pale skin glistened in the beaming sunlight. or the way his broad shoulders swayed gracefully with each step, a strong arm swinging just below. but right now, underneath the warm kitchen light, he glowed.

sanji pulled you into one final kiss, a parting gift as he lowered himself into the warm space between your thighs. he brought his hand to the small of your back, pushing you closer to the edge of the counter to get a better angle of you. mesmerized at the sight, sanji smiled — trailing kisses into your thighs, stopping right before your soaked panties. he pulled back and returned his gaze to yours, running circles into your waist with his thumbs, “are you sure you wanna do this?”

you nodded breathlessly, pushing his head closer into your aching core begging him to touch you, “‘m positive.”

he huffed a laugh that ghosted right over your cunt, your hips bucking at the warmth of his mouth, “okay, then just sit still for me, sweetheart.”

he took his long, delicate fingers and gently slid your panties to the side, strings of warm slick connecting to your heat. the slight draft blew over your exposed cunt, its juxtaposing temperature causing you to shiver. sanji placed a tender kiss on the space just above your clit, his bottom lip grazing it ever-so-slightly. he hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties, pulling the lace down your legs, unraveling you as if you were a precious gift sent from the gods themselves. his tongue explores your folds, lapping at your aching entrance, begging to be filled. the salacious sounds of him groaning and ravaging your cunt meshed with the moans erupting from your mouth, loud and shameless.

"fuck, sanji. don't stop," you pleaded, your fingers grasping at his golden locks for stability as your climax builds.

"not yet, darling. we're just getting started," sanji groaned, his words slurring underneath you, drunk off your slick and pheromones. his dark lashes fluttered against his rosy cheeks, beads of sweat beginning to coat his forehead. sanji parted from you with a final suck, a pop reverberating as he released his suction from your clit. once he was sure that you were teetering the boundary of orgasm, sanji inserted a finger into you, curling it up to find that spongy button that would surely send you over the edge. the way you flinched, brows furrowed and mouth agape in pleasure let him know he succeeded. bingo.

a second finger slides into you gracefully, your lust allowing for easy access. sanji begins to pump his fingers rhythmically, curling them so they're able to hit that spot just right. your thighs tremble and shake as his speed increases, his soft thumb tracing circles over your puffy clit, hot and throbbing from the attention. as if this sex couldn't get any better, sanji raked his tongue straight through your folds, electricity buzzing and building into an overwhelming climax. your arms grew weak from holding yourself up, exhaustion from fighting back a premature orgasm eventually led you to give in to the cool surface of the countertop. you watched the way sanji worked between your thighs, completely lost in his own thrusting. what you hadn't realized was the way his hips bucked beneath you, grinding his cock against the fabric of his pants to relieve its tension. precum began to leak from his swollen tip, a seal of approval as you drove him to make such a mess of himself without touching him at all. sanji wanted this moment to be about you, his own pleasure an afterthought.

you began to lose touch with all reality, eyes lolling to the back of your head while you writhed beneath sanji's hot mouth. the moans escaping your lips were so primal, groans and squeals of pleasure rasping into the tranquil morning atmosphere. you finally decided that you could no longer hold back, releasing your sweet cum all over sanji's face, "god! fuck, yes sanji! i'm c-coming!"

he acted fast, instinctively catching the juices squirting from your core into his mouth, drinking in your decadent taste. once he was satisfied, sanji trailed gentle kisses along your stomach, showering you in praise, "you did so good, my love. thank you."

the comedown from your orgasm brought you back to your senses, cheeks flushing as you crash your lips onto his. you could taste the sweetness of your own cunt in his saliva, tongue swiping over his lips to savor it. this time, your kiss bled into something softer, tongues wrestling playfully against one another. a sudden scent of pungent smoke hits your nose, withdrawing you from the moment.

"what's...burning?" you ask slowly, piecing the puzzle together in your head.

sanji's eyes suddenly snap open, horror filling them as he realized his crucial error, "SHIT!"

literally wrote this after hearing the rumors surrounding toei and sanji😭😭😭 free my husband till its backwards wtf!!