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Sanji always upheld his principle of chivalry with women. He was determined to treat all women with respect, regardless of the circumstances, even though his heart throbbed with passion.
However, from the very first day you joined the Straw Hat crew, Sanji found himself in an internal dilemma that deeply troubled him. You were a breathtaking sight, a woman whose beauty rivaled the lush nature of the Grand Line itself. Your long, black hair waved gracefully in the wind, and your gray eyes were like mirrors reflecting the mysterious calm before an impending storm.
And then, there was your body.
Oh, your body.
Every curve was like a tempting invitation, a symphony of shapes that defied nature itself. You were tall and confident, your posture provocative like an irresistible promise. It was as if every move, every gesture, unleashed an uncontrollable desire in Sanji, causing his mind to stray from the principles he had always firmly held.
With every step you took in front of him, in those tight little shorts that outlined your silhouette irresistibly, Sanji could barely conceal the burning gaze and thoughts that haunted him. Every word you spoke was like a song echoing in his ears, igniting an inner fire he struggled to contain.
Sanji had always known his deepest desires well, aware of the extremely perverted side within him, something he had always tried to keep dormant and carefully hidden behind his gentlemanly facade. However, from the damn moment his eyes met yours, everything began to crumble, and suddenly, he was a teenager again who couldn't contain himself every time he saw you.
How pathetic he had become, how pathetic he would appear to anyone who dared to enter his cabin and witness the mess he had become. In the past, you used to leave the door of your cabin unlocked, a display of unwavering trust in your crew friends. But since Sanji noticed this opportunity...
Oh boy.
He crawled between your sheets, smelling the scent you exuded under them. He opened your drawers and pulled your panties right up to his nose, inhaling your irresistible scent. Every time he did this, he felt transported to an absurd state of ecstasy. The mere smell of you could drive him to the brink of madness. And now, locked in his own room and lying in his own bed, his blue striped shirt was now fully open exposing his already sweaty abdomen and his black pants were lowered halfway down his thighs. Sanji barely contained himself, he bit his lips trying to control his rough moans while he fucked his own hand as fast as he could, trying to relieve that intense need to fuck you but it seemed like nothing was enough. Your red panties that were previously stored in your drawer were now tangled up between Sanji's thick cock as he fucked his own hand and panties with a hot urgency. He throbbed in the grip his hand caused, the head of his cock now so pink and so needy.
God, he just wanted it to be your mouth there, taking him as deep as you can with that beautiful throat of yours, sucking his cock as hard as if you wanted to make him pass out. A long moan ran through the cook's throat, his unfocused eyes staring at his own dick and your red panties imagining you there riding his dick like a damn porn star.
What would your moans sound like? Would you beg him to bury his dick as deep as possible? Would you scratch his chest with your beautiful pointy nails? Would you leave your mark on it? Would you be as tight as he can imagine? The mere thought of how sweet you would taste on his mouth was what sent him over the edge. Giving long jerks to his own hand as his head was thrown back. Coming so hard that he's sure the moan that left his mouth just now wasn't silent at all.
– Oooh fuck- y/n please.. – Sanji gasped, he couldn't contain the long needy moan that escaped his lips. His eyes squeezed so hard as he felt his hot jets splash across his abdomen.
Absolutely pathetic.
A few minutes passed; Sanji struggled to catch his breath, the air heavy as if it had been sucked from his lungs. He slowly opened his eyes, directing them towards the cabin window. The moon hung majestically in the night sky. He prayed internally that no one had heard what had happened; the idea that someone might have overheard was an extremely embarrassing prospect. Especially the way he had begged for you.
But, oh, if he only knew...
If only he were aware of your history of insomnia, a constant in your childhood that had persisted into adulthood. If he knew that, at that moment, you were wandering to the kitchen in search of a simple glass of water, passing right in front of Sanji's cabin door. If only he knew how still you became upon hearing the cook utter your name with palpable urgency. If he knew how your eyes widened and how that sound took root in your mind, triggering something deep and unknown within you...
Oh, if only he knew.
– 👒 –
Y/n slowly opened her eyes, greeted by the strong sunlight flooding the room through the curtain-less window. The brightness almost blinded you as you woke up. You got up, heading to the bathroom for your morning routine. In the room, you opted for a simple pair of shorts and a tight red tank top with a neckline in the middle before deciding to leave the room. It was scorching hot, and you didn't want to sweat easily in oversized clothes.
As you walked down the corridor towards the kitchen, the delicious aroma of coffee being prepared reached your nostrils, forming a smile on you lips because you knew Sanji was already working on breakfast.
Sanji..
Y/n abruptly stopped just a few steps from the kitchen entrance. The memory of the events of the previous night rushed into your mind like lightning.
Oh my God, how could I forget?
Sanji's words, moaning your name like that in his room, echoed in your ears. You vividly remembered his sighs and heavy breathing, audible through the door. You mentally relived your silent return to your own room, lying in bed, a mixture of shock and curiosity flooding your thoughts. The sound and the idea of what he might be doing behind that door remained etched in your mind, resurfacing like a sudden impact now.
You found yourself paralyzed at the kitchen entrance, lost in thought.
What am I going to do with this? I can't just react strangely; after all, he doesn't even know that I heard. I need to stay calm. I can't start getting shy and embarrassed around him. I can't avoid him, I can't let it show... I can't—
However, your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden push that made you stumble and fall backward on the kitchen floor. Luffy, noisy and smiling, ran past you, closely followed by an enraged Nami, wielding her fighting staff. The redhead's face was completely pale, as if someone had thrown a bag of flour in her face.
– I'm gonna fuckin kill you, you idiot! – Nami shouted as she chased Luffy through the kitchen, passing through the exit door and heading outside the ship.
– Hey! You two! You knocked down Miss Y/n! – Sanji yelled towards the door, and in the blink of an eye, he was standing right in front of you. Y/n looked up, still sitting, and something surprising caught your attention.
Had he always been this tall?
Your eyes fixated on the man in front of you. He wore the usual blue-striped shirt, now with a few buttons at the top undone, the sleeves of the dress shirt carefully rolled up to the middle of his strong arms. Veins on his forearms bulged, forming an intriguing and pulsating map that unexpectedly captivated her attention. Suddenly, you mouth was dry, and an urgent need for water overcame you.
He still wore the same black dress pants as always, but now you couldn't help but give a closer look. Your eyes dropped to the chef's thighs, and it was at that moment that you noticed something you had never notice before. His thighs were surprisingly thick, almost as if the pants were a bit tight on them. It was a fascinating discovery that left you extremely intrigued.
You swallowed hard, moving your eyes up a bit more, and you found yourself blatantly staring at the bulge that marked Sanji's crotch from inside his pants. Your eyes widened, as you licked your lips at the mere thought of how big he must be in there.
Then, you heard your name being called for the third time. You quickly straightened up, looking up as if you had been caught doing something, and noticed Sanji's outstretched hand, offering help to get you up.
– Miss Y/n, are you okay? – Sanji asked, shifting slightly in place as he noticed how intensely you seemed to be gazing his thighs.
– Me? Yes! I'm fine! – Y/n nervously replied, quickly taking the chef's outstretched hand and getting up.
Sanji pulled you gently, his eyes momentarily sliding to you ample breasts accentuated by the neckline; he stared for just a few seconds that felt like decades, trying to memorize that image in his mind. Damn, why did you have to be so fucking hot, it's not fair. He discreetly bit his lip, about to let go of you, but when you seemed to stagger backward after releasing his hand, he acted quickly and held you firmly by your waist, keeping you in place.
His large hands, now without the rings, encircled your waist, and the moment he held you, you took an accidentally step forward. Your chest brushing against his as you leaned on his strong shoulders to regain your balance, and you could feel your nipples brushing against his shirt even with the thin layer of your tank top too.
Y/n looked up, her eyes meeting Sanji's, which now displayed a somewhat dark expression. His pupils were dilated, fixed on her rosy lips as if he were starving. You had never seen him like this; it was as like he were someone else. He tightened his grip on your waist, making you close your eyes for a moment, feeling a shiver run down your spine. Your mouth was slightly open, and Sanji grunted low like an animal about to devour you as his mind darkened with pure desire, completely forgetting that he was in the middle of the kitchen where anyone could walk in and come across this rather intimate scene.
– What's going on? – Suddenly, a hoarse and sleepy Zoro asked at the kitchen entrance, and his eyes locked directly onto the two of you.
You jumped away from Sanji as if he were a burning flame in your hands, your face flushing with embarrassment as you resumed the breath you unconsciously held.
– Nothing! Absolutely nothing is happening here! – you replied a bit louder than intended, quickly moving to take your place at the table.
Meanwhile, Sanji remained still for a moment, running his fingers through his bangs and pulling them back a bit forcefully as he composed himself. He let out a deep sigh before walking to his own spot at the kitchen counter.
– Good morning, Zoro. I'm almost finished preparing breakfast. Please join us. – Sanji said, flashing his best smile and quickly shifting back to his usual calm and gentlemanly behavior.
You took a deep breath from your seat, looking down at your hands. What the hell just happened here? The way Sanji had been looking at you, if Zoro hadn't interrupted at that moment... Oh, God.
It's gonna be a long day.