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pedroscurls · 3 months ago

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feels like home

PART 1: SOMETHIN' IN YOUR EYES

summary: joel meets the new bartender at the tipsy bison and finds himself opening up in ways he didn't think was possible anymore.

pairing: jackson!joel x fem!reader content warning(s): alcohol consumption, age gap (joel is in 50s, reader is in 30s), mutual attraction/pining, joel calls you darlin' and angel, mention of death/grief, no physical description of reader, no use of y/n. word count: 4.3k a/n: it's been a very long time since i've written a multi-chaptered fic, but the song feels like home has consumed my thoughts and made me think about joel, so i had to write a story about it. the song will be a constant theme through this story, so please stay tuned and if you wanna give it a listen, it makes the reading experience even better <3 song: feels like home by randy newman (jørgen dahl moe cover) part 2. | series masterlist.

somethin’ in your eyes, makes me want to lose myself makes me want to lose myself, in your arms

When Joel arrived in Jackson with Ellie for the first time, it felt like a dream. It was a glimpse of what the world used to be before the outbreak and right in the middle of it was Tommy. The plan was to never stay in Jackson—he had promised Ellie he would take her to the Fireflies—but after Salt Lake City, Joel knew that Jackson was the only place that could give Ellie a sense of normalcy in an otherwise fucked up world.

At first, Ellie had a hard time adjusting to Jackson. She had been on edge—after all, the young girl only ever knew about quarantine zones and FEDRA. Everything about Jackson felt too good to be true and she struggled to accept the fact that she deserved to be here. Ellie believed that her main purpose in this life was to cure the sickness that took over this world, but now it no longer was possible. She felt like she failed—the same way she failed Sam. So when Joel decided that Jackson was going to be the place they’d spend the rest of their days at, she battled with the possibility of living a different life than what other people had told her.

But then she met Jesse. Cat. Dina. Ellie had established her own community with people her age and finally, she felt hopeful—optimistic. Maybe she could find another way to make her life matter.

Joel, on the other hand, had made the conscious decision to keep to himself. He knew that he didn’t need anyone else other than Ellie, Tommy, Maria, and Benjamin. If people around the community needed help, Joel wouldn’t hesitate to offer his assistance—as long as he was capable—but that was the extent of his socializing. It was purely transactional. There’s a part of him that wishes he can open himself up in a way that Ellie has—even in a way that Tommy and Maria have—but he knows that there’s a fear that lingers in the pit of his stomach. He lost Sarah. He lost Tess.

And he almost lost Ellie.

Joel can’t let anyone else in, can’t let anyone get too close because there’s still the reality that not everyday is a guarantee. It gnaws at him—persistent, ever-present—that he can’t get too comfortable. Jackson provides a sense of security, a sense of safety but he knows… Joel knows that anything can happen. If he lets another person in—if he opens his heart and lowers his guard—there’s a strong possibility that his world will shatter all over again.

“You know, it wouldn’t hurt to socialize,” Tommy says, watching Joel hold Benjamin in his arms. The baby wiggles and for a fleeting moment, Tommy sees the same man that held Sarah for the first time.

“Now why would I do that?” Joel asks, bringing his free hand to Benjamin's face. The baby gurgles and reaches up to grip Joel’s finger in his tiny hand. “I got all that I need right here.”

“Joel, come on.” Tommy shakes his head.

“M’fine, Tommy. I got Ellie. Got you and Maria, and this little guy, too.”

“Don’t it get lonely, Joel?”

Joel’s jaw tightens. Tommy notices. “Ain’t lonely.”

Tommy sighs. “Ellie’s worried about you.”

Joel takes his eyes away from Benjamin to look over at Tommy. His eyes soften instantly and he leans back against the couch, slowly rocking the baby in his arms. “She shouldn’t be.”

“But she is,” Tommy responds. “She’s getting to that age where she’s gonna want to spend more time with her friends and less time with you.”

“M’fine,” he repeats. “I’ll talk to her.”

“Joel…” Tommy says quietly. “At least have some fun.”

“Fun?” Joel arches a brow.

“Yeah, you know… Get laid or somethin’.”

Joel lets out a quiet chuckle and shakes his head. “Ain’t talkin’ with you about this.”

“Oh please,” Tommy rolls his eyes. “You have eyes. So many women around here would love to get a chance with the mysterious Joel Miller,” he smirks.

Joel gently takes his hand away from Benjamin's grip to reach for a throw pillow, chucking it in the direction of his younger brother. Tommy easily dodges the pillow and both men erupt in quiet laughter. Maria descends the stairs and smiles in both directions before Joel stands and gently hands her Benjamin. The baby immediately curls against Maria and he chuckles. “He’s a mama’s boy, ain’t he?”

“He’s got a soft spot for daddy,” Tommy laughs. He stands from the couch and walks over to Maria. He places a hand on her lower back and presses a gentle kiss on her cheek. “Joel and I are gonna head to the Tipsy Bison. Want me to grab some food on my way back?”

Maria shakes his head. “It’s okay, baby. Gonna make some soup.”

Tommy nods and then glances over at Joel, grinning. “We’re going to the Tipsy Bison.”

“Didn’t tell me that.”

“Just did.”

Joel rolls his eyes. “One drink, that’s all.”

Tommy nods, clasping his older brother’s shoulders. “One drink,” he grins.

Joel walks alongside Tommy, hands moving into his pockets. He can hear the chatter coming from inside the bar and when he steps inside, it becomes too much all at once. Tommy leads him to two seats at the counter and Joel sits down immediately, nodding once in Tommy’s direction.

“Go on then,” he says.

“Just gonna say some hi to some folks,” Tommy replies apologetically. “Then I’ll be back.”

Joel shrugs. “Duty calls, little brother, but after one drink, I’m headin’ home.” He rests his forearms on the edges of the counter, squeezing himself far away from everyone else as possible.

He glances up only to see Seth walk at the opposite end of the bar, but the older man gives him a nod—a signal to let him know that he’s next. Joel’s mind drifts to Ellie—had she really been that worried about him? He sighs to himself, lowers his head and taps his fingers impatiently—anxiously—against the wooden countertop.

Tommy’s words come to mind: Get laid. He scoffs quietly to himself. Joel knows the last time he’s been with anyone intimately was Tess and even then, he couldn’t open himself up in a way that she wanted—he had always been guarded. It worked with Tess because she never pushed; there was an unspoken agreement, an understanding that it would never be more than just sex.

And he’s older now—he can’t just go around the community, hooking up with women just to alleviate the loneliness he feels. Joel would never admit it, but the house does feel more quiet, empty now that Ellie’s in the garage.

Suddenly, he hears a voice that pulls him out of his thoughts. In a loud room filled with chatter and laughter, Joel zeroes in on you. He looks up and sees you quickly make your way to Seth, pulling on a faded, dark green waist apron that you tie around your waist.

“I’m so sorry, Seth,” Joel hears you say. “I overslept and—”

“It’s fine. You’re here now. We got a busy night,” Seth responds. “Can you get Joel?”

Joel’s eyes quickly avert to stare at the decoration that’s hung along the wall, but there’s a pull that he feels in the pit of his stomach. Something he can’t ignore because he glances back in your direction and his eyes meet your own. He clears his throat—there’s something in your eyes that makes all the tension melt away. It’s soft, inviting, welcoming—there’s a sudden sense of calm and peace that washes over him under your gaze.

Then, he sees you smile. You nod at Seth and begin walking in his direction. Joel straightens up in his seat—he can feel his heart beating faster as you approach him. He’s never seen you around Jackson before and he didn’t know that Seth had help here at the Tipsy Bison either—socializing, he can hear Tommy’s voice in his head. If Joel had bothered to socialize, maybe he would have seen you sooner.

“Hi,” you smile, hands resting against the edge of the counter. You’re standing in front of him—eyes still locked with his own. “What can I get you?”

“Just a beer,” he answers. Joel doesn’t return your smile with his own, but you don’t falter. You give him a nod and grab a glass before turning around to pour the beer into his mug. He shouldn’t look—Joel knows he shouldn’t—but he can’t help the way his eyes deviate from your shoulders down to your waist and hips, settling on the nice curves of your plump ass, down your legs and back up. He lets his eyes rake over your frame a few seconds longer before you turn back around, glass filled with beer and the same kind smile on your lips.

“Thank you,” Joel mutters, watching you set the glass right in front of him. “Are you new around here?” He asks.

You shake your head and move to cross your arms over your chest. Joel’s gaze flickers briefly—you’re wearing a v-neck shirt and your movement causes a more prominent showing of cleavage.

“Not in Jackson, but new here at the Tipsy Bison,” you answer. “I teach during the day and then help Seth out at night on some nights.”

“Why?” Joel asks.

You shrug. “Because he needed help… Besides, that’s what Jackson’s all about, isn’t it?”

Joel lets the corner of his lips turn upwards—he knew exactly what you meant. He liked feeling useful, liked to keep busy by helping people around the town too. “Yeah, yeah guess you’re right. I’m Joel.”

“Oh, I know who you are,” you grin. There’s a glint of mischief in your eyes—like you know something he doesn’t.

Joel arches a brow. “Huh. What’s with that look?”

“Nothing.”

“Ain’t look like nothin’ to me.” Joel answers, lifting the glass of beer to his lips and taking a swig of the contents.

“You just—” Joel sees you bite your lower lip nervously as he watches your eyes move towards the length of his neck, down to his throat when he swallows. “A lot of women like to talk, that’s all.”

“Yeah?” Joel smirks. “And what do they say, darlin’?”

You narrow your eyes and lean forward—almost in his personal space, but not quite. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Mr. Miller.” Then, you step back and wink at him. Before he can even say a word, you turn on your heel to help the other patrons who had been flagging you down to get their order. Joel watches you carefully, sees you glance over your shoulder in his direction. Your eyes meet his again and Joel feels that same calmness wash over him. He didn’t even get a chance to ask you for your name.

Tommy breaks him out of his thoughts by plopping down on the barstool next to him. When he waves his hand, it’s Seth that comes by to take the other man’s order—a glass of scotch, neat.

“Sorry,” he mumbles to Joel.

“All good,” Joel answers. “Hey, I didn’t know that Seth got some help runnin’ this place.”

Tommy arches a brow and then glances at Joel before his eyes sweep the area—until they land on you. Then, a knowing smirk lines his lips as he brings the glass up to his lips.

“If you’d come out more often, you’d know.”

Joel rolls his eyes. “What’s her name?”

Tommy chuckles. “You tellin’ me you didn’t ask her?”

“Was gonna,” Joel mutters under his breath. “But she got busy.”

“Well then,” the younger man winks. “That’s your homework for tonight.”

Joel scoffs and gently shoves Tommy. “Get outta here.”

Tommy laughs quietly and sets the glass down back on the counter. “Come on, Joel. She keeps looking over here at you. Have some fun.”

Joel looks over at you and catches your stare. You bite your lower lip again. Under his gaze, you feel your cheeks heat up and spread along your chest and neck. You try to busy yourself, but you can’t help the tug you feel in your chest—like an invisible string tying you to him, a reminder that he’s just right there.

“Maybe,” Joel finally says. “Maybe.”

Tommy grins broadly and clinks his glass with Joel’s. “Attaboy. ‘Sides, I think she’d be good for you. She’ll certainly keep you on your toes, that’s for sure.”

Joel looks away from you and turns to Tommy, curiosity spread across his features. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Guess there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?” Tommy chuckles.

“You’re annoying. Talkin’ in riddles and shit,” Joel shakes his head.

“All I’m sayin’,” Tommy smiles. “Is that you deserve to have some fun… and so does she.”

“Right,” Joel replies. He takes another swig of his beer and sets his now empty glass on the counter. He’s about to stand up when you appear right in front of both the Miller brothers. Tommy nods your way, smiling politely and kindly like he usually does. You return the smile, but when your eyes move to Joel’s, it’s like you’re rooted where you stand.

“Need another refill?” You ask.

Joel shakes his head. “One’s enough, darlin’. Thank you though.”

“Oh,” you reply—disappointment in your tone. “Well, have a good night, Joel.”

You turn around and Tommy nudges Joel, his arm shoving against the older man’s—a gentle reminder for him to ask your name. It’s a gentle push of encouragement. Joel sighs inaudibly and stands up, quietly calling out to you, “Wait, hey…”

You turn around instantly and look up at him—biting that lower lip again that Joel suddenly feels the urge to do himself. “Yeah?”

“I didn’t catch your name,” he says, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck.

A bright smile lines your lips and you answer, telling him your name. Joel smiles to himself and he nods, pocketing both hands into his jeans. “Nice to meet you, darlin’.”

“Hope I get to see you around here more often, Joel.” There’s a hopeful tone in your voice and neither of you bother to even break eye contact. Tommy’s watching this interaction unfold with excitement because finally, you might be the reason to help Joel see that there is more to this life than what he had gotten used to.

“As long as you’re here, maybe,” Joel smiles, nodding once in your direction before he breaks the gaze to look at Tommy.

“Good night, big brother,” Tommy winks.

“Night,” Joel answers, hand coming up to clasp the younger man’s shoulder. He squeezes once before he turns on his heel to leave the building, but not before he spares another glance at you.

Joel sits at his workbench later that night, staring at the unfinished guitar he was working on. It’s late and he knows Ellie’s at Dina’s for the night. Tommy’s words echo in his mind as his hand brushes along the wood.

Don’t it get lonely, Joel?

Joel sighs and stands from the stool. It is lonely. It has been lonely, but the fear of opening himself up to let someone in is far too risky.

Then, his mind drifts to the brief interaction with you. There had been something in your eyes that pulled him in and made him want to stay. You had a way of making all of the noise disappear—that with one look, he felt like he could breathe.

The Tipsy Bison is closing soon and Joel doesn’t hesitate to grab his coat and leave his home. He doesn’t give himself enough time to talk himself out of it because Tommy’s right. He does deserve to have some fun—it doesn’t need to be serious, he tells himself.

After a few minutes, Joel steps inside and revels in the quiet. He glances around, notices a few lingering patrons that are sitting at the counter. He wonders if they have the same thoughts that usually keep him up at night. Then, Joel sees you in his peripheral. You’re wiping down the tables, extremely focused as you move throughout the area. Joel clears his throat and walks over to you. He watches your gaze move from the table and up at him—suddenly, a smile lines your lips.

“Joel,” you say quietly.

“Hi,” he replies—barely above a whisper. He points to the towel in your hand and asks, “You need some help?”

“Oh,” you answer, shocked. “You don’t have to. I got this and—”

Joel shakes his head and then gently reaches out to take the towel from your hands. “That’s what Jackson is all about, ain’t it?” He grins, winking in your direction.

“Yeah,” you bite your lower lip and nod. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, angel.” Joel then moves to the other tables that you hadn’t yet cleaned and you watch him for a moment. He had removed his coat and draped it over a vacant barstool. You watch his strong arms move across the table—muscles flexing through the white t-shirt he’s wearing.

You’ve heard women talk about him, have even heard some stories from some men too, but there was just something about Joel that you wanted to get to know. The women found him attractive—stoic, quiet, mysterious. The men were intimidated by him—stories from his past coming to light.

You watch the fabric of his shirt stretch over his broad back and when he rests one hand on the table to brace himself while he reaches for the top of it, you watch as the shirt rides up slowly to reveal the waistband of his boxers and jeans. You clear your throat, turning around quickly to retrieve another towel.

Seth had left for the night, leaving it up to you to close. You didn’t mind though—it gets very lonely in your home. It’s one of the reasons why you offered to help him out because when you’re alone, especially at night, the lingering thoughts start to surface. Being around other people, busying yourself, helps keep those thoughts at bay.

When you dampen the towel with water, you walk back over to Joel and begin wiping it down. Joel glances up at you and he smiles—big enough for you to see the dimple that appears on his cheek.

You look away for a moment to see the last couple of people leave—now just you and Joel alone.

“So,” he says quietly. “Teacher, huh?”

“It was either teaching or cooking,” you laugh quietly. “And I don’t want you all to suffer from my cooking.”

Joel lets out a quiet chuckle. “Not much of a cook?”

“God, no. Everything I seem to make either burns or is bland as shit.”

Joel’s laughter becomes louder now—he feels lighter around you, like all of the problems of the world no longer rest on his shoulders. “Can’t say I’m any different.”

“No?” You smile, moving to the table nearby. Joel follows you, standing on the other end.

“Nah,” he shakes his head. “Before all of this,” Joel begins, waving his hand in the air. “My baby girl used to cook for me.” When he looks at you, you’re staring at him with the softest eyes—it makes him feel like it’s okay to talk about Sarah. “My daughter, she was…” he bites his lower lip. “She was the best.”

You stop wiping the table and walk around to stand next to him. Gently, you rest a hand on his shoulder and you can see the pain etched on his features. You can feel the tension in his body. “Yeah? What would she cook for you?”

Joel relaxes under your touch. “Anything. Everything. Most nights, I’d come home late because I was workin’. She’d be there when I’d get home—food on a plate on our dining table. Would say you’re late dad, but you need to eat.” Tears sting his eyes. “She took care of me… when I should’ve been taking care of her.”

Slowly, you bring him to sit down on the chair and you sir across from him. Your hand moves from his shoulder to his hand—it’s so much bigger than your own. “I’m sure you did your best,” you say quietly. “And I’m sure she knew that.”

Joel shrugs, doesn’t respond. He’s already said too much—his walls have come down and he isn’t sure what it is about you that makes it so easy.

“Sorry,” Joel mumbles. “We just met and here I am, cryin’ all over you.”

You smile and meet his eyes—Joel can’t help but get lost in your gaze. He’s already thinking and yearning for the next time he gets to see you again.

“I guess I owe you one then, huh?” You smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes.

“Oh, angel. You don’t have to—”

You squeeze his hand and shake your head. “I’m always asking people if they need help because it’s hard for me when the world is quiet…” You keep your hand over his but you drop your eyes to the floor. “I like when I’m busy, when I’m around other people because then my mind doesn’t ever get a chance to remind me of all the horrible shit I’ve done or seen.”

Joel sets the towel on the table and rests his hand over your own. He holds it on his lap, thumb brushing along the back of your hand—it’s a subtle gesture to comfort you, to reassure you that he’s here and he’s listening.

Joel nods—he understands completely.

“I had a younger brother,” you tell him. “The world ended when we were so young and our parents were gone before that. He had such a big heart, even in this world. Always wanting to help people, never wanting them to hurt. In the end, it only got him killed.” You bite the inside of your cheek as you slowly pull your hand from Joel’s. “He would have loved Jackson.”

“M’sorry, angel,” Joel whispers, already missing the feel of your hand in his own.

“I’m sorry too,” you reply quietly. “I bet your girl would’ve loved Jackson too.”

Joel nods, smiles sadly and then stands up. “She would have, yeah. Come on. Let’s finish cleanin’ so I can walk you home.”

“You know it’s late right?” You tell him, standing from your chair. “You don’t have to stay this long.”

Joel shrugs. “Guess I also don’t want to give my mind a chance to remind me of all the people I’ve lost, or the things I’ve done either.”

You nod—it’s a shared understanding that only Joel has made you feel. For the rest of the time, both you and Joel clean the tables and the counter of the bar. After about half an hour, you lead him out of the Tipsy Bison and lock the door behind you.

Joel walks alongside you, hands in his pockets as he glances at you repeatedly from the corners of his eyes. He isn’t sure why he even mentioned Sarah—she had always been such a sensitive topic—but he couldn’t help how easy it was with you, how you bring a sense of peace that he hasn’t felt in decades.

He allows you to lead the way and as you both continue to walk in a comfortable silence, Joel feels you slowly move closer to him. He can’t help but smile to himself.

“So,” you begin, glancing up at him.

“So,” he repeats.

“Will I see you again?” You ask—hopeful. “Can I see you again?”

Joel smiles and sees your home come into view. He walks you towards the front door and nods, moving a hand from his pocket to tuck a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah, I think that can be arranged.”

“I like talking to you,” you grin—the heat in your cheeks rises once more at the feeling of his touch against your cheek. He drops his hand back to his side.

“Me too. You make all the noise go away,” he admits.

You bite your lower lip and watch as his eyes deviate to your lips—it only makes you feel warmer. “Talking about the hard stuff… it’s easy with you.”

Joel smiles—the dimple appearing yet again on his scruffy cheek. “Yeah?”

You nod. “Yeah,” you answer.

“Good,” Joel says. “Because it’s easy with you too.”

There’s a flicker of excitement that Joel catches in your eyes and it’s contagious—your joy, your happiness. “I haven’t let anyone in,” you whisper quietly. “Not since losing my brother.”

Joel nods in understanding. “Me too,” he whispers. “I almost lost Ellie and I told myself that I didn’t need to open up to anyone else, but then…” he brings his hand back up to your cheek, brushes the pad of thumb across your soft skin. “But then I saw you tonight and there’s just somethin’ in your eyes that makes me feel… Lighter. Calmer.”

You clear your throat quietly and nod—his big, brown eyes are staring directly at you. You had seen Joel around Jackson before and while he never noticed you—too focused to get home or not bothering to make small talk with people he passed by—you couldn’t help but have this strange feeling that he made you feel safe. So when you saw him at the Tipsy Bison tonight and felt his eyes finally meet yours, that feeling of safety just amplified.

Suddenly, you wrap your arms around him and rest your cheek against his chest. You can feel the warmth radiate in the pit of your stomach, can hear the sound of his heart beating. Then, when his strong arms wrap around you as well, you melt into him.

He feels like home.

Joel’s taken by surprise when your arms wrap around him, but his arms waste no time in wrapping itself around you. He feels you lean into him and he shuts his eyes, buries his face against your hair.

You feel like home.

“Good night, Joel,” you whisper against him.

“G’night, angel,” he replies.

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urinarythreatinfection · 23 days ago

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Confusion In My Love

Sanji x Male Reader. Part one. 6077 words

Desc: Sanji struggles with his sexual relationship with you.

CW: Fluff, other characters, angst, top reader, smut, happy ending (obv)

TW: Internalized misogyny

So, you and Sanji are dating now. Nervewracking at first but it’s been good! There are problems still but he’s been getting better with them. He’s being more affectionate, being less ashamed of his better treatment of you than the average man, and he’s even been calling you pet names more often! ..Though he’ll still stop himself sometimes. As if afraid he’ll make you uncomfortable, which should be weirder considering he’s never had an issue with that with women; but things are different with a male lover. What’s worse is he can’t stop thinking about you two doing it. The positions. He thinks it’s obvious he’ll top, but then again he’d also figured it was obvious he was straight. Those thoughts end up distracting him over and over every time you two get close. Your hands on him, his hands on you too if you would like. It’s not like he knows anything about having sex with a man. The penis would go inside, that's about all his knowledge. Anything else is blank. So he ends up having questions. Like isn’t that unsanitary? Would it feel good? Wouldn’t it just hurt and feel uncomfortable? Dicks aren’t made to go in there, it’d be more surprising if it felt good. So whenever he finds himself fantasizing about you two making out the daydream gets fuzzy the moment it goes past that. Though the two of you haven’t actually made out like that yet… though you have been having your “intimacy practice” sessions.

‘Feels good.’ Sanji thinks to himself as you place small kisses on his lips, the both of you sitting next to each other on your bed. You’ve been practicing affection together when you both have the time. Holding hands, hugging, and now kissing. ‘Ahh…’ Having your lips against his, lovingly and romantically giving kiss after kiss makes his heart full; but it still feels like it isn’t enough. He starts to daydream again about your mouth devouring his until he’s gasping for breath. You notice him spacing out and pull away.

“Was I that bad?” You half joke, getting insecure that your boyfriend is focusing on something else while you two are kissing.

“No, of course not!” He clears his throat. “I was.. thinking about positions again.” His eyes avoid yours.

“Positions?” You ask, putting it together after a moment. “Ohhhhh. I meant it when I said I was okay with bottoming. I get it might be nerve wracking to bottom for your first time with a guy.” You’re trying to be understanding with him but he’s silent. “..It would be your first time with a guy, right?”

“Of course it would be!” He yells, startling you. He quickly takes a deep breath to calm himself down. “I was just thinking more about how it would work. The gist is that your- the penis would go inside the bottom, right?”

‘He’s so awkward about this.’ You think to yourself before explaining. “If you’re worrying about cleanliness you clean back there before doing anything, and you prep it before penetrating too. Fingers and stuff.” You’d actually picked up some supplies for sex back at the last island, just in case. Totally not because you want to be ready at any moment.

“Fingers..” He stores that in his mind. There’s another part for his daydreaming, it’ll be less blurry now.

“Yeah, there's a place in there that feels good when you press it.” You’re struggling to talk about this maturely without getting aroused or nervous. For your boyfriend you need to be the one to be mature and guide him. “You can hit it with fingers or the penis, and if it’s not enough you can touch the front too. Depending on the position the front is easy to access. You’re flexible so I could-” Ah, you started talking like you were topping. “I mean—as a possibility for me to...” You trail off, noticing Sanji’s red face. “Was I being too descriptive?” He’s cute like this but you don’t want to overwhelm him. He sighs, craving a cigarette as he rubs his face.

“You have to be descriptive.” He feels so immature, not being able to handle some sex talk even when he’s the one who asked. “I keep getting embarrassed when you’re trying to be helpful.” He’s a fully grown man, he needs to get his act together! Especially when it’s for you. The cook looks forward and clears his throat. “Anyway, condoms and lube. We need to wait to get some at-”

“Oh, I have them.” You interrupt and his eyes widen before he snaps his head to look at you.

“You do!?”

“It’s good to be prepared, right? I even stored them in my drawer. Though I didn't expect to be talking about sex so early.” While you’re explaining Sanji puts his head in his hands.

‘He’s already prepared! I can’t use that as an excuse to calm down anymore!’ He was planning to use the excuse of not being prepared to calm down his thoughts, but they’re only going to get stronger now that the possibility of having sex is higher. You see him looking stressed and lean in to kiss his cheek. He yelps, focusing back on you.

“Don’t worry about the sex stuff, I’ll wait for as long as you need.” You’d like to pin him down right now but you’re more than your lust, you can handle waiting.

“Great..!” Despite that being for Sanji he isn’t happy about it. He’s always had a problem holding his love and lust in but still bottling feelings up when it’s someone he loves. “Good, that’s, I can—that’s convenient.” He’s got a big forced smile on his face, hands gripping his knees. He was kind of hoping you would make the first move, but since you said you’d wait that means you definitely aren’t. Your hand reaches for his again, holding it firmly.

“It’s okay.” You don’t know what’s bothering him so much, but you know your lover is distressed. Your thumb gently strokes the back of his hand and Sanji’s smile lowers into a softer one. He’ll think more about this later, right now he wants to spend this time with you. His head softly rests on your shoulder and you rest yours on top.

‘I want to make out..’ He wonders if he can manage to ask for that soon.

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‘I really really want to make out with him.’ Giving Sanji small kisses and smooches is nice, especially since he seems to enjoy it, but you really want to make out with him. Still, you need to wait till he asks for it. You aren’t doing anything without his explicit say so. You already took a huge risk to get a confession out of him, you don’t want to take another one and possibly rush him when he can’t handle it. Plus, even if that isn’t the case, you would still rather him initiate. If you two are going to be dating your boyfriend has to learn how to communicate one way or another. So no matter how much you have to suppress your urges to grab his ass or talk dirty you’ll wait. Though actually you did promise to bottom so maybe suppress asking him to bend you over. He’s just so much cuter than you expected since he’s so not used to everything. Maybe it’s a bit sadistic to enjoy it but you’ll relish his shy naivety while it lasts. Just until he starts understanding himself and the relationship.

“Yo.” Zoro greets you, holding a towel as you sit on the grassy deck.

“Hey, you gonna wash up?” You ask him, noticing how sweaty he is. He must’ve just gotten done with his training in the crow’s nest.

“Yeah, if I’m too dirty it starts getting distracting.” You raise a brow.

“Distracting because the built up sweat is uncomfortable or because we start distancing from you and pointing it out.” Even Luffy has his limits since Zoro’s constant working out and training means he stinks much quicker.

“Both.”

“Oo are you two getting in the bath?” Luffy slides down from the top deck. “I wanna come!”

‘Bath day for stink and stinkier.’ You think before responding. “Alright then you can come too. The bath is big enough, you just have to wash yourself off first.”

“Nnn, that’s such a hassle.” Luffy whines. He finds it fun washing off at first but when he has to be there making sure every little bit is actually clean it feels tedious. If he’s with someone it’s better, though.

“You have no patience.” Zoro scoffs at the captain and Luffy grabs his towel and runs towards the bath. “HEY GET YOUR OWN!”

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You and Luffy scrub your body while Zoro makes sure his swords are in a safe spot. “You need help with your back, Luffy?” You ask him while Zoro sits down to wash up too.

“Nah, I got it.” He shows you the washcloth. “Look!” He stretches his arms all around his body like a spring, from his ankles coiling up to his shoulders. “Gum gum scrub!” He lets it go and the cloth whirls around, scrubbing his front and back body like a machine. By the time it’s back in place he’s covered in suds from his feet to his neck. You clap, impressed while he uses a bucket to wash the soap off. He’s visibly proud of himself.

“You still make stupid moves like that after 2 years.” Zoro huffs and Luffy laughs.

“They’re fun! Though I’ve had to focus more on serious ones now~” Luffy reminisces fondly while the swordsman frowns.

“Yeah because if you pull another ‘Gum Gum Windmill’ when fighting some actually strong enemy I’m leaving you in the ground this time.” Luffy puts a proud hand on his chest.

“I’m stronger now so I could pull myself out.”

“If you can't, I'll ask Chopper to emergency amputate your feet to free you.” You chime in and Luffy gets a nervous expression on his face.

“W-What!? I could pull myself out, I'd just need a little time!” He tries to argue but Zoro shakes his head.

“Sorry, no time. I’ll have to do it. Chopper wouldn’t be quick enough.” The swordsman states coldly.

“EH!?” Luffy yells in shock as you wring out your washcloth. You make sure it’s fully rinsed before soaping it up again.

“Since our captain is so capable and creative I’ll wash your back Zoro.” You state, standing and grabbing your stool.

“Yeah Zoro, why don’t you have a sword move to wash your own back.” Luffy mocks him with a stupid face.

“My swords aren’t FOR that!” He barks back and you place your stool behind him before sitting down.

“Maybe you could try using one to exfoliate, scrub the skin off or stick a sponge on it.” You suggest. That inspires Luffy and he grins mischievously. The captain ties a washcloth to his head to mimic Zoro’s bandana then grabs a soap bar like a sword.

“One sword style… back scrubber!” He’s even mimicking the way Zoro talks when saying his moves, making you laugh while Zoro groans. Right before the rubber boy goes back to finish off washing he perks up, looking behind him at the door. “Hm?”

“What’s up, Luffy?” You ask but Luffy just looks back at you.

“Hmmm.. nothin.” He then smiles brightly. “I’ll wash your back!” Those words terrify you. You go pale, silently saying goodbye to your back skin while Zoro grins. At least you’ll be squeaky clean.

(SANJI'S POV)

Sanji speedwalks back to the men’s quarters, going inside and sitting on his bed. He clenches his fists tightly. You were bathing with that damn mosshead. Sure you do it all the time but Sanji’s dating you now, and you were washing his back. Sudding up a washcloth and scrubbing his back so intimately, sitting so close you might as well be spooning him. ‘What was with that!? You.. you… that’s cheating! Alone with Zoro like that, naked with you behind him, your crotch near his butt.’ Luffy was also there but Sanji’s deluding himself right now. ‘The only butt that (Y/n)’s crotch should be near is mine!’ His nails dig into his palms, his teeth gritting. Here he is being shy about making out when you’re naked bathing with other men. “Gah!” He stands up with his hands on either side of his head, he has to do something! Even if it wasn’t romantic or sexual it just doesn’t sit right with him having you doing things with other people that you two haven’t done as a couple. A few hours later Sanji suddenly approaches you.

“(Y/n)!” He calls out and you turn to see a strangely desperate looking Sanji. “Let’s bathe together, tomorrow.” You pause for a moment.

“Really?” You’re a little nervous, if you get hard, hiding an erection isn’t gonna be easy when you’re basically naked.

“Yes.” He grips onto your shoulders with fire in his eyes.

“...Alright.” You aren’t sure what motivated him but you aren’t gonna pass up on this opportunity to see your new boyfriend naked. He may not be against bathing with the other crew but he usually bathes alone, though that is mostly because the rest of the men don’t bathe everyday. Plus, he cites that he needs to make sure he’s up to standard for ladies and distractions would hinder his routine. This is a nice chance even with the risks, which Sanji also knows; buuuttt if you’re careful not showing your crotch unless he’s facing away he won’t have to see a thing.

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Sanji underestimated how awkward he would be. His fire from yesterday faltered the moment the two of you were alone in the bath. He just stands there, watching you. “Sanji you actually have to undress to bathe.” You joke and he flinches. “It’s fine, I’ll go first.” Having him watch you is making you nervous but you manage to undress until you have nothing but a small towel around your hips. You can feel your boyfriend’s eyes staring at every inch of you and it’s forcing you to internally yell at your body to calm down. Coincidentally Sanji is also doing that. He turns for a second to wipe his nose with a handkerchief he brought just in case. He’s got this. He’s been attracted to women this whole time and been disgusted by men. He can handle a man being naked, even if it’s you. While he’s thinking you’ve already started taking the initiative and washing yourself off. The sooner you get in the bath the better the chance you won’t make things awkward with a hard-on. You just have to not think about his body and how great his legs are and how they make his waist look smaller and easier to grab.

“Hey.” Sanji speaks, standing behind you. He’s undressed, must’ve done it while you were lost in thought.

“Yeah?” You put on your best poker face to hide what you were just thinking, keeping your eyes on his face with all your willpower. The cook clears his throat.

“I’ll wash your back. Okay?” You flinch. It’s already been thoroughly washed by Luffy yesterday, it still feels a bit raw. “Is that a no..?” His face darkens insecurely from your body language.

“It’s not a no, it’s just that Luffy washed it yesterday.” You explain and his face turns into immediate understanding.

“I’ll just use my hands then, rub it a bit.” He explains, scooting the stool and sitting behind you.

“Alright…” You hear him rub soap between his hands before hesitant fingertips touch your back. You shiver. ‘I need to stay calm.’ They start to explore your skin, spreading the substance wherever they touch. His hands are softer than you thought, but still calloused from using them to cook and for balance when fighting. Parts of them you can feel are rougher than the others, but none of it is scratchy. He’s got a strong dedication to cooking, which translates to dedication taking care of his hands. They’re his pride and joy. Always careful not to knick them, not to let them dry out. So he tends to moisturize them often. You start to hear heavy breathing from behind you, his hands are shaking.

“Your back is so nice to touch.” You hear him mumble, he sounds out of it.

“Thanks but are you okay? You’re breathing kinda heavy.” There’s no answer for a second until Sanji takes a long breath in and out.

“I am. I’ll wash you off now.” He grabs the bucket of water and pours it over your back, using one of his hands to rub the soap fully off. “Now me. Hurry.” He sounds somewhat rushed and you turn to see his back already facing you. Convenient. Why is he in a rush? You gulp and sud up your washcloth, putting it on his back. When it touches him he lets out a small noise, covering his mouth. The back of his neck is flushed.

‘He’s getting a lot more affected than me.’ You think to yourself as your hands start to move. Still, you’re waiting until he makes the first move. Your leg bounces as you continue, your hand going down to his waist. You grip onto it with one hand to hold his posture. A shaky breath escapes him. You gulp. ‘I need to control myself. I need to control myself.’ You repeat that in your head until you finally wash the soap off, rubbing his back while the water does its job. Once you set the bucket down you notice.. Sanji’s trembling. He’s visibly aroused even if he’s facing away. So you wait there for a moment, hoping that he’ll turn and ask for you; but he doesn’t. It’s a shame. “I’ll be in the bath.” You tell him while standing.

“Okay.” That’s his response before you go to the water, settling in and hoping the warmth will relax all of you. You decide to watch Sanji. You note that he’s moved to be facing away from you even when you changed places, now washing his body. You also note that, once he’s gotten to his front lower half, he. He’s moving his hand like he’s washing but he hasn’t finished despite scrubbing at the same spot for 30 seconds now. ‘Is he..? No he wouldn’t. I know he’s a pervert but doing that so close to me would be crazy.’

“Hahh.. hahh… hahh…” You start to hear his panting and see his hips squirming the more time that passes.

‘He is!’ Even if he’s not trying to be obvious he 100% is. You look away from him, your own dick twitching and struggling. This still isn’t him asking you.

“Nn~” He lets out a small whine. Fuck it.

‘If he’s doing it I am too.’ You stand up to sit on the edge of the bath, pulling your towel down. Once it’s down you immediately grip your dick and start to fuck your fist. You need to get off. Now. Or you’ll end up going to Sanji and break your promise of control. You can see him getting more desperate, thrusting up into his hand as his noises get louder like he forgot where he is. You’re getting close, but he’s closer. A hand slaps over his mouth to quiet a moan as he cums. You imagine it’s your own hand muffling him to stay quiet. He’ll be turning around soon now that he’s done and you start to hurry. You were already close so all you need is a bit more. Right when you gasp and cum he’s turning around. He’ll see you!

“You better not be doing anything crazy in there! Everyone uses this bath!” Nami’s voice from the other side of the door distracts him and he turns away.

“N-Nami-swan! I didn’t—the bath is clean!”

“It better be.” It’s not like she likes to cockblock but everyone uses that bath, she doesn’t need you two fucking in it.

‘Somewhat of a save.’ You think to yourself as you come down from your high. You shot into your hand so the water is still clean. You stand up and wash it off before Sanji can notice, though he’s also washing his hand off. The rest of the bath is alright, you pretend that you didn’t notice what he was doing. Other than that, the two of you enjoy your time together and Sanji is no longer jealous. Once the two of you are out of the bath and dried up he goes to you.

“Tomorrow, let's try deeper kissing.” He says, looking guilty for what he did earlier but still determined.

“Okay..”

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“Are you ready?” You ask and he nods. You take a deep breath and press your lips to his.

“Nn..” It’s different. Open mouthed, not pulling away at all.

“I’m gonna use my tongue.” You pull back slightly to mumble as a warning before sliding the muscle into your boyfriend’s mouth. Sanji shivers and clutches onto your shoulders. One of your hands goes to his back, rubbing circles into it before gently pulling him closer to you. After around a minute you both finally pull away for air, panting with your eyes closed. When yours open you see Sanji with his eyes still closed as he takes deep breaths. “How was that?”

“Do it again.” He says breathily, shocking you a bit. Before you can say anything though he leans in to start making out again, forcing you to kiss back again. You’re not gonna stop him if he’s this eager. Still, you’re a bit worried you’re being too dominant, but you just can’t help it. On the plus side it doesn’t seem like he minds. You gently suck on his tongue and he moans. He more than doesn’t mind.

‘Shit, I’m gonna get hard.’ You think to yourself, but you’re still unable to pull away. You can already feel it. Sanji stops to take a deep breath before suddenly climbing into your lap to straddle you, kissing again. You lightly panic if he can feel it or not. All he’d have to do is scooch up a little bit, and he does. Sanji feels it, you know he feels it, but he only scoots closer until his thighs are to the sides of your hips. The movement makes you instinctively buck upwards and he grinds back down onto your cock. You grunt, gripping onto his firm thighs. Suddenly the kiss is more than deep, it’s lustful, fervent. You grind up again and he meets your hips, the two of you letting out noises of pleasure and only pulling away for small moments when you need to breathe. You don’t know what triggered this change in Sanji, maybe he was pent up or the making out made him forget his insecurities, but you’re ecstatic. You pull away, gripping his thighs harder for leverage to thrust. He arches his back with a long moan. “Sanji..” You say his name and he shivers.

“(Y/n)..” One of your hands let go of his thigh and ghosts over his crotch. He immediately bucks up into it desperately, thrusting once you settle it over his clothed dick. He’s moving in your lap almost like he’s riding you and it’s making you so hard it’s painful. Your thumb slips under his waistband, running along the nicely trimmed hair there. He sucks in a breath through his teeth. You adjust him by his waist and press your erection directly where his entrance would be. “Ah!” You did say that you would wait, but this wouldn’t be going all the way. It’s just a suggestion. Your thumb moves further down, taking his pants and underwear with it.

“Can I?” He nods. “Words.”

“Yes, please.” He’s doing so good. You pull his bottoms down until his erection finally pops out, precrum already leaking from him. You gather what’s at the tip and spread it along the shaft with your hand. Sanji gasps and leans back to grip onto your knees. You try to start stroking him but he stops you. “You.. you too.” His voice is breathy, eyes lustful. His hands go to your waistband and shakily pull them down, slipping one underneath until he grabs your length and pulls your hard cock out. A feeling of relief washes over you at it not being trapped anymore. Sanji stares at it a bit. He thought he’d hate or feel weird about it but he loves it, loves the weight in his hand and the warmth of it against his skin. He runs his thumb along the vein on the bottom, enjoying your reaction and the pulse. He almost forgets about himself until you palm his tip. “Merde!”

“My bad!” You apologize and he shakes his head quickly.

“No.” Sanji grabs your wrist before you can pull away. He releases it quickly after, “Please, keep going.” desperate. You nod and start to stroke his dick, his hand stroking yours. He’s focusing on your shaft like he likes it, every so often moving up to stimulate the glans. Very quickly he’s starting to get whiny, wanting more. He scoots forward and your dicks touch, making the both of you shiver from pleasure.

“Fuck.” You groan and he looks into your eyes before sliding his hand around both your cocks, squeezing them together. It shoots pleasure from your dick straight up to your brain and you both moan. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder, turning to kiss the side of his neck. His hand starts to stroke while holding the both of them.

“I love you.” He says while his other hand holds onto your shoulder. “So so much.” He continues to move his hand up and down while panting from pleasure. He’s feeling it, maybe even more than you.

“I love you too.” You grip onto his hips and thrust up into his hand.

“Ah!” Your shaft rubs against his tip. He thrusts up too and your hand meets his grip. Soon you’re both fucking the hold the two of you made, alternating so the stimulation heightens.

“I’m close.” You warn him, but the moment you say that Sanji whines and cums first without any warning. It’s sudden but you take over the grip with your other hand now that he’s unable to, thrusting up to cum as he struggles from the overstimulation. Fucking against his softening dick until he’s whimpering. You finally shoot out your own cum, your fluids joining his on top of your hands and dicks. The both of you catch your breath and Sanji moves off of you to fall back onto the bed. “You okay?” You ask him and he doesn’t answer, your eyes widening as he pulls his pants and underwear off. “Woah, what..?”

“Hurry. I—I already got myself ready.” He says, looking shy about it.

“You got yourself ready? But we were only supposed to make out today.” Silence. “You were planning this from the start then..” He avoids eye contact. The fact that he had this intention from the start is getting you aroused again and you reach in your bedside drawer for lube. Once you pull it out you open the lid and start coating your fingers.

“I said I already got myself ready!” He whines when he notices you slicking your fingers up.

“I don’t doubt that part but for fingering you probably only got a single one in and figured that was enough.” You’re proven right with Sanji’s next words.

“It’s not?” You sigh with furrowed brows.

“Did I look as small as a finger?” You ask him and he shakes his head no with a sad frown. “Sorry, didn’t mean to sound mad. “ You lean over and kiss his forehead. “I wanna touch you. I don’t want your first time to be just me sticking it in.” He wants to be touched too, really bad, he just also wants to be fucked really bad. You gently rub your finger around his hole, then sink your middle finger inside.

“Kya~!” He kyas and then covers his mouth with both of his hands. ‘Dammit, not again!’ You stare at him, slightly shocked, then slip your finger deeper and watch as he struggles to muffle another kya.

“Don’t cover your mouth.” You tell him but he shakes his head. “Sanji.” You lean forward and kiss his hands. “Please? I wanna hear your pretty noises, all of them.” He looks into your eyes and hesitantly uncovers his mouth, gripping onto the bed sheets instead. When you look at him while saying such sweet words he can’t bring himself to refuse. With your other hand you unbutton his shirt and undress him fully, adding another finger.

“Just feels- ah~!” He’s interrupted when you curl your fingers into his prostate, massaging it with your fingertips. “Nnn!”

“Feels good, right? I wanna make sure you feel good.” You run your hands along his body, his stomach up to his chest before gripping one of his pecs softly with his nipple between two fingers. He bites his lip to hold in a high pitched moan. That won’t do. You lean forward and kiss him, prying his mouth open with your tongue to make sure he can’t bite his lip to keep his mouth shut. Your fingers pump faster and you make sure to focus them on that bundle of nerves every time they’re fully in. When you pull away for air he’s panting, flushed with wet eyes. “It’s okay.. it’s okay..” You scissor him open, spreading his hole so you can enter later. “I’ll start gentle for you. We’ll be making love, not just having sex.” Sanji’s pupils blow wide open and he spreads his legs further, panting as his cock fully hardens.

“Love..!” Romantic, lovey dovey, he loves that idea. You pull your fingers out and settle above him, kissing his chest right above his heart. He tenses and tries to hide himself.

“You’re so handsome, Sanji. Pretty, handsome, beautiful, everything. So don’t feel insecure, don’t hide yourself from me.” You coo to him, kissing his lips then cheek.

“I sound stupid.” He’s still feeling insecure. “I’m a guy, I’m not supposed to make noises like this. I’m not supposed to be like this.”

“You’re still a guy, 100%, you’re just a guy that happens to go kya sometimes and makes pretty noises for his boyfriend. Okay?” Your words seem to soothe him because he relaxes.

“Okay.” You nod and lube up your cock, making sure it’s completely slick before it’s placed at his entrance. Missionary is a little hard for anal without a pillow under his hips. To make it easier you grip his legs, pushing them wider and higher til his knees are almost touching the mattress. It’s a lot easier than you thought, there’s almost no resistance.

“Is this fine?” You ask to make sure and he nods.

“I’m not tense anymore, you can go inside.” He thinks you’re talking about being penetrated. Bending him is so easy he doesn’t even think of it as a possible problem.

‘Damn..’ That’s hot. Your tip slowly enters, then you sink in inch by inch, feeling his soft walls envelop you until your hips meet. The feeling makes him kick his legs a little, letting out little moans with his eyebrows furrowed. It feels better than he thought, maybe from the arousal but it’s like pleasure shoots through him with every movement. “You’re.. tight..” You grunt and start to move slowly. He’s tight around your cock but somehow also inviting everytime you thrust inside. You look up at Sanji’s face and notice he’s tearing up, making you pause immediately. “Are you alright!?”

“Ah, fuck.” He looks away, his hair covering his eyes. You let go of one of his legs to brush them away.

“What’s wrong..?” You ask carefully and he shakes his head lightly.

“I don’t know. It feels good. Just.. nerves.” It feels good but it feels bad at the same time, shameful; as if he’s not a man anymore by letting you do this to him. It’s stressing him out. You don’t want him like this, you love him. He deserves to be as whiny as he wants. You kiss him gently then lift him up. “(Y/n)?” You’re sitting down now, slightly leaned back with him on your lap.

“Take control then.” You tell him. “You’re not just a thing to be fucked, nor are you less of a man somehow by being fucked. You’re my boyfriend and I’m yours. This isn’t just for pleasure, this is for love.” He tears up more.

“How could you look at me like this and find me a man to be loved?” He doesn’t think he's beautiful at all being whiny like this. A fully grown man with hair on his legs, it’s disgusting. He must look disgusting whining and moaning.

“Because you’re Sanji, always a man. That’ll be true no matter what you do or how you are. If you want to stop here then we can stop, because you have that choice and that power. This isn’t making you powerless at all.” Sanji looks into your eyes, trying to find any hint that you think otherwise. That you’re secretly making fun of him in your mind and find him gross, just fucking him to get off.. but there’s nothing. You just look enamoured and turned on. It starts to bring heat pooling in his stomach and heart.

“(Y/n)..!” He calls your name and grips onto your shoulders before starting to move, his thighs to the sides of your hips as he goes up and down.

“You’re the most stunning man in the world. Beautiful, hot, I love you.” You praise him over and over as he rides you and he loves it, a moan with each compliment. “Gods you’re so hot.” You’ve been trying to let him take full control but you end up gripping onto his hips and thrusting up into him.

“Ah!♡” His back arches and he goes faster, strong legs easily bouncing on your cock. You take the chance to gently adjust his posture until you help him hit his own sweet spot, making him moan loudly and his back to arch more. His hands let go of your shoulders and he almost tips backwards until you grab his shoulder. You slide that hand down to his and hold it before intertwining your fingers lovingly. “(Y/n). (Y/n). My love. A-Amour!” He’s babbling various pet names while speeding up, so happy as you thrust up into him. You grip his hand tighter, enjoying the view of your boyfriend's body as he rides you. The way his dick bounces on his stomach leaking pre-cum and his flushed face with teary eyes from pleasure. “I’m cllosssee~!”

“M-Me too..!” You say, your voice is getting shaky. He’s good at this. Not faltering even for a second with his movements. A few more thrusts and he cries out, cumming strongly; yet he doesn’t stop moving. You’re almost shocked, but it feels too good for you to think hard about it; especially when he’s showing no signs of wanting you to pull out. His walls are pulsing and contracting around you with his orgasm. It's like he’s begging you to fill him up. The pleasure starts to well up in your groin, rising up and up before it explodes and you cum into him with a moan. That cum coats his insides as he rides you through your ejaculation… then after it. “Sanji!” You panic, feeling overstimulation creep in. That seems to snap him out of it and he comes to a stop.

“Sorry. It felt too good.” He says sheepishly, calming himself down. Even when he was getting overstimulated it was like his brain went empty and the only thought in his head was to make sure he kept moving his body.

“It’s great you think that but at least give me a little rest.” You half-joke before kissing him. He wraps his arms around you and kisses back, your tongue slipping into his mouth as you two start to make out. When you pull away he looks into your eyes.

“I love you.” His voice is soft, vulnerable.

“I love you too.” You answer quickly.

“I have to get dinner ready.”

“Oh.”

Happy pride month! I did it! I know it was supposed to be wednesday and then i said thursday and now it's friday afternoon i'm really sorry. It's just, idk, i kept not being happy with the characterization and stuff and it got more difficult than I thought especially since i procrastinated until monday but then got sick that day so i only had tuesday and then wednesday. By thursday night i had it done but then i passed out, proofread it for the second time, and then finally finished it. Yipee! 🎉🎉

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