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You were in deep shit. The deadline for your next manuscript was fast approaching and the curse of the art block was hitting you hard. You had barely managed to hide the fact that you were a well-respected erotica artist from your fellow nakama since you began your adventures. Working under a pen name you amassed an, admittedly large, following. And as it so happens, your next volume is the most anticipated yet.
Tugging at your hair you huff out a frustrated breath, tossing your pen to be forgotten somewhere in the library.
"I just can't get this fucking pose right." You grumble to yourself. Staring hard at the lines, willing them to move into place, your thoughts drift to the secret subject of your musings. It was plainly obvious to everyone except Sanji that you had the fattest crush on him, as Robin so eloquently pointed out to you. Being pent up and horny, you turned to a more creative outlet, drawing the lewdest most down-bad scenarios you could think of.
Your books were a collection of all the filthy things you wanted from Sanji. You never expected your fantasies would become so popular. So here you were, struggling to get your erotic wishes onto a page.
"My dear?" Sanji softly called to you, carrying a tray of your favorite fruit. A deep blush quickly spread across your face as the object of your affection struts into the room. Scrambling to hide the lewd pages, you manage to knock a jar of ink on your shirt.
"My love, are you alright?" Sanji exclaims and makes his way over to you, cloth in hand.
"Y-yes I'm alright!" Stuttering over your words you look up to find the blond inches from your face leaning down to wipe your shirt. The blush you sported early deepens as Sanji starts wiping the ink staining your chest.
"S-sanji!" The exclamation comes out breathless and needier than you meant. Sanji looks up at you puzzled before quickly realizing the situation. A small trickle of blood leaks from his nose as he steps back.
"Ah, my apologies! I was just making sure you're alright." He glances over at the desk only to blush head to toe at the papers before him. Countless scenes of what vaguely looked like you and him engaging in elicit acts. He carefully leans down to pick up several pages and, to your horror, examines them closely.
“Did you… draw these?” You turn away from him, mortified, but nod your head in affirmation. He says your pen name quietly, almost in a whisper, and you whip your head around wide-eyed.
“I knew it! I’ve been following you since your first volume! You somehow managed to read my mind and put it on a page.” Sanji exclaims, clutching the papers.
“Well… it’s nice to meet a fan I suppose.” You rub the back of your neck, your face burning.
“Is this the latest one? It's supposed to be released soon yea?” Sanji steps closer to you, holding the nearly blank script.
“Yea, I’m just having trouble finding a good reference. The medical textbooks in the library aren't the most useful.” You huff in frustration.
“Can I be of use at all?” The young man puts a hand on your shoulder. His touch leaves a wake of fire that spreads across your body, settling between your thighs. Flashes of your fantasies enter your mind. As mortifying as this is, Sanji would be the perfect reference. Plus how often would you get this opportunity. You take a moment to consider it.
“Do you understand what I’d be asking you to do?” You fully turn to him, staring up into his ocean-blue eyes. Sanji gulps, blush spreading down past the collar of his shirt, and you briefly wonder how far it spreads. He nods slowly, eyes sweeping down your body. Quickly, you gather your tools and grasp his hand, leading him to the spare room you often use. Pulling him in and shoving him into a chair, you lock the door behind you. After a beat, you take a breath and set your things down on the desk.
“You can um… undress please.” Turning away from Sanji to give him at least a little privacy. You can hear the shuffling of clothes behind you as you try to calm yourself down. Sanji clears his throat and you turn to him. The scene before you sends heat rushing down your spine. Sanji sits with his knees together, hands doing a poor job of hiding his hard-on. You idly notice that his blush does in fact extends past his neck and flushes his chest.
“Can I… touch you?” your voice soft and unsure. Sanji sits up straight as if he was shocked by lightning.
“J-just to adjust your position!” You stutter.
“A-ah yes!” Blood trickled from his nose once more. You slowly step toward him, placing your hands on his strong thighs and spreading them open. Sanji lets out a whimper he prays you don’t hear, but of course you do, locking away the sound for later. Once his legs are in your desired position, you lean over him to place his hands above his head, accidentally pressing your breasts into his face.
“Sorry!” You pull back quickly to see his eyes half-lidded, mouth hanging agape slightly. He looks so out of it.
“Sanji-kun? Are you alright?” Placing a hand on his cheek and crouching to look at his face.
“Hm? Ah yes! I’m fine!” The blond blurts out. Slowly, you nod and step back to the desk, grabbing your pen and paper. It's not long before you become laser-focused on your work, pen working fast across the page. The only sounds in the room are the scribbles of ink on paper and Sanji’s heavy breaths. Finally, you look up, nearing the end of the manuscript and you scan the mouth-watering sight before you. Sanji looks completely fucked out. Eyes glazed over, heavy pants and barely audible whimpers spilling past his soft lips. His cock twitches in the open air, small pearls of pre-come dripping from the tip. You gulp and salivate at the thought of the taste of his skin. The uncomfortable throbbing of your cunt brings you back out of the clouds.
“Fuck it, can’t hurt to ask” You decide. “Sanji? Would you like some help?” you ask smoothly. He full-on moans, cock bobbing almost painfully.
“Please…” He breathes. You get up slowly, stalking toward him, and come to kneel in between his thighs. Sanji’s breaths come faster now, pupils dilating into small hearts. Reaching your hands up you stroke your soft fingers across his thighs.
“Ha-ah… More… Please…” Moans flowing freely now.
“My my, I never expected you to be the needy type.” You tease. You lean forward, blowing a small amount of air onto the tip of his cock. It jumps and lightly smacks your lips, startling you, pre-come connecting the two of you together in fragile strings. Not one to be deterred, you lick a long slow stripe from base to tip. Sanji lets out a broken groan, his hand coming down to run through your hair. Feeling bold, you suddenly wrap your lips around his dick and take him until your nose hits his pelvis. Looking up at him through your lashes, you moan. Sanji’s hand fists in your hair tugging gently.
“Fu-UCK!” he groans before cumming down your throat. You swallow greedily, sucking him through his orgasm. Releasing him with a pop, you look up at him, his head hanging off the back of the chair and his Adam's apple bobbing. You resist the urge to bite it as you rub your thighs together, seeking friction. Sanji’s hand suddenly shoots out to grab your shoulder.
“We’re not done yet.” He pants wantonly. Hauling you into his lap, he wrestles your shirt and shorts off, leaving you in your bra and panties. You pray to whatever deity out there thanking them that you had picked a cute set. His hands leave trails of sparks as they roam your body, groping your chest and ass appreciatively. A startled moan escapes you as Sanji licks your neck, biting softly on the sensitive tissue.
“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” He whines as he grinds into your clothed pussy. It was your turn to pant and moan as Sanji kisses and sucks your skin, hands finding their way into your bra to tease your nipples.
“Mmphm! Ah~ San-JI!” Your moans pitching in volume. His hand sneaks around to your back and unbuckles your bra, the garment falling to the floor. Sanji’s mouth is on your breast in an instant, forcing a loud whine out of you. Your arms wind themselves around his neck to hold him impossibly closer to you. Tugging at his soft hair, the man grunts and thrusts up into you, releasing your chest to moan into you. Suddenly, you were flipped, stomach pressing into the desk and Sanji looming behind you. His fingers reach into each side of your panties and yanking them down, tossing them somewhere in the room. He’s on the floor in an flash, pressing his tongue into your folds. A garbled noise and a half sentence make their way out of your throat as Sanji flicks his tongue over your clit, pressing his face as close as possible. He eats you out like a man starved and you were a full-course meal. Moans tumble from your lips, the thought of staying quiet miles from your mind. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to bubble up, spreading through your whole body.
“Sanji - ah - I’m gonne co- hnng!” Your mouth falls open breathlessly as you gush on his face. Ever the gourmet, he licks you completely clean, small shocks of pleasure jolting through you. Without a word, he stands and leans over you, grinding his dripping cock between your soaked folds. He kisses down your back stopping at the base of your spine. You turn your head and lock eyes with him. His face is flushed, panting openly with blood still smeared around his nose. He looks at you with barely contained lust. You whimper a broken “please” before Sanji shoves his length inside you, shaking with pleasure. A long drawn-out groan is pulled from him.
“This is so much better than I imagined” His confession causes you to spasm around him, your fingers gripping the desk tightly. Sanji starts thrusting slowly and you moan loudly at the drag of his cock against your walls.
“I’ve dreamed about this for so long.” He growls close to your ear, punctuating his last word with a sharp thrust.
“M-me too!” You cry out. “I started - shit - writing because of you!” The last bit of Sanji’s control snaps and he begins to fuck you with fervor. The desk screeches with each harsh thrust. You nearly scream as the white-hot pleasure rips through you. Filthy things flow from his mouth as you drool onto the hard wood. Sanji’s hands roughly grab your hips as he pulls you back into him, pounding into you. You go to cover your mouth to prevent any more noises from escaping before Sanji laces one of his hands with yours, holding you to the desk.
“Don’t. I want to hear you.” He whimpers into your ear, sending shockwaves down your spine. Moans fall unabashed and fill the room. Your previous orgasm had made you extra sensitive, sending you hurtling toward your second one.
“Fuck, Sanji I’m gonna come again!” You mewl. His thrusts speed up to a near brutal pace.
“Haah… Y-yes! Come for me… Please I need it.” He groans lowly, biting into your shoulder.
“Mmm-ahh. A-aahh… Sanji! I love you!” You exclaim without thinking as you tremble beneath him, orgasm overtaking you. Sanji lets out a loud whine as he comes deep inside you, pleasure once again coursing through you at the feeling of being filled. You both breathe heavily, Sanji still griping your hand and resting his head against your back. He kisses in between your shoulder blades and quietly utters “I love you too.” You turn your head, wide eyes sparkling.
“You mean it?” You ask quietly, your voice hitching. He brings his lips to yours in a slow kiss.
“With all my heart.” Sanji smiles at you. You return the grin, flipping around and pulling him into a tight embrace, peppering kisses all over his face, ending in another passionate kiss. His hands caress your body, rubbing small circles into your skin with his thumbs.
It was a peaceful and sensual moment before being interrupted by Luffy yelling for Sanji from the deck.
“SANJIII I’M HUNGRYYY” You both curse and clamber around the room for your clothes. Once you’re decent, you turn to Sanji buttoning the last of his shirt. A soft smile spreads across your face as you pull him in for a final kiss.
“I’ll see you later tonight sweetness.” He whispers and your skin prickles with anticipation. You both part ways as you make your way back to the library to finalize the manuscript. Opening the door, you find Robin giving you a knowing smile.
“I take it your next volume will be your best yet, miss author.” She smirks at you. Immediately flushing, you sit down in a huff.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Robin.” You pout and turn away from her.
“Of course not, my apologies.” She laughs. “Be safe this evening, the walls are thin.” Robin stands and waves as she leaves the room. This was certainly going to be the best yet.