missfrustration - Tumblr blog

missfrustration · 7 months ago

Text

a lesson in semantics and pleasure - part 2 (zoro x sanji x reader 18+ fanfic)

Summary: Sanji finds out Zoro is inexperienced with bedding women. That is quickly fixed.

part 1 part 2

rating: 18+ explicit, minors do not interact!!

tags: pwp, smut, threesome, foreplay, oral sex, vaginal sex, fingering, deepthroating, toxic masculinity, which is good for reader in this context, eiffel tower, spitroasting, biting, praise, degradation, backshots, bukkake, spit, no zosan, no use of y/n

A/n: posted 3 months ago here. reader is NOT walking after this.

wc: 5k, enjoy!

----------

"Cook, show me how she wants it."

You hear Sanji hum at Zoro’s words. Zoro looks up in silent conversation, meanwhile, your growing arousal is making you agitated, almost aggressive in how you want him.

You gasp when Zoro suddenly takes your thigh and spreads it wider than before, digits darting to your folds and splitting them apart. You feel the cool air touch past your pussy lips and stifle a whimper. Zoro looks at your face, making you bite your lips in anticipation.

“It’s supposed to be this wet?” Zoro asks, his surprise filling his tone.

“That’s the point of earlier.” Sanji nods. “Now show her. It should be easy for you to put your fingers in.”

In an instant, Zoro’s hands dart past your pubic bone, sneaking past the slit and easing between your lips. You instantly whimper from the coarse digits slipping between your folds and burying into you. The sheer pressure of your walls stretching around him makes you think he put more fingers inside, yet looking at the scene before you, it’s only two. His middle and ring fingers pull out of you slowly before they quickly pop back in, causing your body to quake and your hands to grip the sheets.

After a few pumps, Zoro’s fingers easily lubricate and feel less abrasive inside of you. His fingers feel more fluid in their motion, reaching inside more and more as your body adjusts to his large fingers. They feel more ridged than Sanji’s, yet stay mostly straight as he plunges in and out.

Your face feels hot, and the sweat on your forehead slowly gathers as you try your best not to mewl like a dog. It would make Zoro’s teasing even more severe as he has full control of your pleasure. Yet, you can’t deny the yearning you feel for him each time he pulls his fingers out of you, all to jut them then back in. You bite your lip as another moan threatens to come out of you.

By the time you feel in control of this urge, he dares to look up at you as he starts to tease another finger into your hole. You hear the sound of the chair from across the room shift when you see Sanji from the corner of your eye.

“Idiot! You don’t have to add more, you should be fine with just two if you curl your fingers.” Sanji is almost hovering over Zoro now.

“That’s what I’ve been doing.” Zoro gruffs. Both of you can tell he hasn’t, but it doesn’t take long for him to use Sanji’s advice and start curling into your G-spot every time he pushes in. The slower change of pace and technique makes you sigh languidly in the air, hands running up your torso to feel your hot, sweaty skin.

“Geez, and you’re not even touching her right! You put your thumb here,” Sanji chimes in again, taking Zoro’s thumb unabashedly and setting it on the peak of your clit while his fingers go in and out, the contact making you go dizzy. “You’re supposed to follow what I did!”

Zoro clicks his teeth, “Don’t try to lecture me while I’m doing this,” he says, yet he doesn’t lift his thumb as he drags it up and down the sensitive nub. His pace starts to increase again as he grits his teeth at Sanji.

“Maybe you could learn something if I do, musclehead.”

“It won’t matter if I—” Zoro curls in just right.

“It won’t work if you–”

“Mnnnh, fuck!” You moan loudly, the words coming out of your mouth so sensually, lingering in the air enough for the two of them to turn to you.

“Well, she likes it.” Zoro points out, grinning in triumph at Sanji. Never once does Zoro stop fingering you, now using all the techniques that were just enforced.

Sanji leans down to grab your chin, yanking you to meet his eyes. He looks at you so tenderly, so sincere. You discover his hand still pumping into his cock like earlier, now pulsating with all the veins that pop up when he’s straining to cum.

“Do you like it when he treats you like this? Use that name I like to hear.”

“Yes, my love.” You mewl, so seductively that Sanji groans at the words. You can tell from the burning fire in his eyes, those are the only pair of words that could make his dick pulse even harder—a pulse that you want to quell.

He kneels next to the bed, taking his soft thumb in between your lips, one that firmly presses on your tongue as he tilts your gaze to him.

“Are you ready for more? I may have to ruin that gorgeous face of yours, or Zoro can destroy that pretty little pussy. Which do you want most?”

Your lips curl around his thumb, sucking in the skin enough to purple it. He slowly pulls his thumb out, letting the suction on his digit drag off and leaving a smear of saliva across your cheek. He cups the side of your face as you pant against his skin, all the while Zoro’s digits are still inside of you.

“Both, I need both.” You whine several pleases that have no rhyme or reason, melting under both of their touch.

Sanji’s eyes widen, clearly not expecting you to say that.

“My, so so eager. Of course, you can have both of us, princess.” He unzips the rest of his fly and quickly shimmies out of his slacks.

“Almost looks like you want to be destroyed, don’t you?” Zoro snatches your face away from Sanji, voice lowering. “Or, is it a need?” You look into his eyes and nod. His fingers grip your cheeks so hard your mouth puckers open, giving Sanji the perfect opportunity to divert your attention again and claim your lips. In its wake, you feel Zoro’s hand on you relinquish and the sound of swatting between the two.

“Sweetie, remember if he acts up more than usual, you can do the thing we discussed, okay?” Sanji says as he pulls away. You nod, remembering exactly what you had planned with him earlier.

“You are fucking priceless.” Then, Zoro thrusts your body to the foot of the bed with ease. Your head unceremoniously falls off the edge. From this angle, Zoro looms over your torso while Sanji is standing right above your eyes, cock hovering over you. If you pucker your lips enough, you could probably touch the underside of his veins.

You run your hand over Sanji’s hardened cock, gauging how much he’s been straining himself. From the way the firm skin has no give when you squeeze your fingers around it, it’s safe to say this might be the hardest he’s been. His tip is pretty pink, darkened veins traveling across it down to the base, pre-cum beading down already. He grunts when you give him a good pump from head to shaft.

“You’re so pretty, my dear. I love it when you’re as breathless as this,” Sanji whispers. Zoro scoffs.

“Yeah, yeah, and I can knock the wind outta her, cook.” Zoro jostles with the hem of his pants to take his dick from inside. After a moment, you see his cock spring out from the cloth.

Barely a second goes by until your eyes widen, yet Sanji laughs.

“Hah! I knew I would be bigger than you!” Sanji says. Your lover's length is an inch or two longer than Zoro’s, making him revel in a soon-overshadowed victory.

“Yeah? We forgettin’ the fact I’m thicker?” Zoro forms a ring around the base of his cock with his massive hands, but even he can’t comfortably touch his fingers together. Even then, the base was the thickest part of him.

The sheer girth of him is what you’ve been paying attention to. At this point, maybe four of Zoros fingers would’ve helped you with this now. The tip is darker, and more narrow than Sanji’s, yet it’s made up with the girth of his shaft. For God’s sake, the middle of his member is ballooned to a level of thickness you didn’t think was humanly possible. You squirm a little under the thought of it inside of you, which Sanji noticed.

“So? See, even she thinks so. I’m better than you without even needing to know how you fuck her.” Sanji takes your silence as your omission to his side, despite the fact you may be drooling at this point.

“Let’s see what happens when she screams my name louder than yours, shitty cook,” Zoro says, slotting his hips in between yours.

“She won’t listen to a brute like you if I have anything to say about it!” The back of your head lifts swiftly and Sanji briefly strokes your face. “Let me know if we need to stop, okay, sweetheart?” You nod.

Zoro didn’t miss a beat before lining himself up with your pussy. He pushes in, letting your walls instantly succumb to the pressure and stretching you open. You groan and arch your back into the mattress.

“You’re soppin’ wet, girl. Shit,” Zoro grunts. “Tight, too.”

Your eyes widen, feeling your pussy stretch even more as he sinks each inch into you. You don’t realize it until now, but your hips are lifted off the mattress into his arms. He’s oh-so-slowly pulling you into him as your legs split wider. You yelp a little after the first tinge of pain, yet pant in wonton at the pleasure that follows with it.

“You’re not so bad yourself…” You manage to say, a stuttered sigh following it. You manage to gather choppy breaths in as he keeps going.

“Are you sure about this, doll?” Sanji says, seeing your struggle to take Zoro. “Having both of us might hurt you.”

The possibility that you come out of this room not being able to walk for a while is determinant, yet you have no care for what future you might think. Your biggest sin as a pirate is your greed to push the limits of what you want, then practically beg for more.

“I can take it. I’ll take each inch, baby.”

Zoro doesn’t waste any time with your confession. You hiss through bared teeth as you take the thickest part of Zoro’s shaft now, eyes bulging to the back of your head as you feel yourself split wider than ever. By the time he bottoms out, your entrance can rest at the shallow part of his base. The satisfaction of sinking into the thickness Zoro has for you to reach a delicious bottom is rewarding, to say the least. Zoro is wearing a smug face, likely reveling in the fact you’ve taken him so well.

Of course, it’s Zoro, after all.

“I just need a minute to adjust,” You pant, and it’s true. With his size, you want to take a moment to have your walls relax around it. Zoro curtly grunts.

You’re greediness never ceases, however, since you know your lover is waiting for relief right before your eyes. You have half the mind to grab his member and lead it into your mouth—and that half has won. You move to do exactly that.

You and Sanji’s eyes never look away from each other as you wrap your lips around his tip, sucking the skin of it gently before diving into the shaft. Your mouth slowly traces down the hard ridges of veins as you open your jaw wider. You moan thickly near the skin of the base, intentionally showing off your need to suck all of Sanji in as you ram your nose into his balls. You tilt your head enough to look at him, feeling accomplished to fit both men inside you.

“There’s that face I love to see.” Sanji is looking at you like a deity, love and lust culminated as one in his pupils, you swear he can see the soul inside of you when he looks at you this way. The feeling alone makes you want to bob your head, but you can barely do it with your head leaned over the bed like this. Your arm reaches around the back of Sanji’s thighs, urging him to buck into you.

Sanji's soft, strong legs flex in tandem with you when he catches your signal, and his hips are already stuttering. The force of it makes your body push into Zoro’s dick, grinding him hard enough that makes your eyelids squeeze shut. Sanji’s cockhead starts to sink deeper inside you. You graciously accept it, tongue moving to massage the shaft. Each time Sanji pulls out of your mouth up to the tip, a gratuitous slurp emerges. You’ve coated him entirely with your drool, making his movement back inside you slick with ease.

“Your throat, my love, it looks so beautiful like that.” Sanji traces the outline of your neck with feather-light touches, a hard juxtaposition to his eager thrusts. The pressure of his dick ghosts into your throat with, hard enough you already feel your eyes water and sting.

You hum in acknowledgment at his words, the cavities of your mouth vibrating around him. His head flies back for the first time as his entire body jerks. Curious, you hum a little bit more, a lower tone that you can hold, and his hand flies to your face to cup it.

“Any day now.” Zoro breath is ragged, hands hold your body trembling as you try to grind and suck your way enough to please both. However, your movements are rather limited with your position.

“She’s too busy with me, moldy.” Sanji is too busy to give Zoro’s words a second thought, not when he’s enjoying your mouth so much.

“Then, I’ve got an idea…!” In rapid succession, Zoro unsheaths his dick from you, pulling you away from Sanji as he twists your body fully. You flop onto the bed with a squeal, your limbs sprawled out before Zoro leans over you, lifting you to balance on all fours. The switch in position is so fast you feel disoriented, yet you’re compelled to follow along with whatever the two men want from you.

When Zoro puts his tip at your entrance again, you moan at the sensation. Quickly, Sanji puts a hand on your shoulder as you ease him back into your mouth, that is until Zoro swats his hand off of you. He grabs onto your skin with desperation, biting into the fat of your shoulder like an animal. The pain causes you to moan out in delight.

You absentmindedly stuff your mouth full of Sanji as you lean forward from the abrupt pain. Zoro catches your body before you can fully put your nose against Sanji’s pubic bone.

“Don’t run away, now.” He says, running a hand down your back until he grips the flesh of your ass. “This solves the problem, right?”

You arch back in response, giving Zoro the perfect opportunity to slick himself into your heat and push in. You gasp in ecstasy. Though the previous entrance inside you stretched you out, you still feel a slight sting from his width.

“Heh, it’s almost pathetic. Thought she liked it like this?” Zoro slaps your ass, not bothering to soothe the spot. “Seems like you’re biting more than you can chew.”

“Behave.” Sanji hisses at the swordsman. “Darling, if you would like, you can fuck yourself on our cocks.”

You look into Sanji’s eyes, seeing his soft expression as he brushes hair out of your face. With such a handsome face like that, how could you deny him?

You start a small teeter into them, slowly getting acclimated to the presence of both of them inside you. From one angle, you feel your throat open up to the blushing blonde, rasping for more as his eyelids flutter. On the other end, you feel Zoro’s thick shaft pulse into you,

feeling magma pulse in your core for more. You start to increase your rocking in a rigorous blend of shallow and deep strokes. Once you shy off of one of the men, the other member is eagerly awaiting you on the other side. Filthy, wet noises emerge from each hole as you buck and sink yourself back into each.

A broken sound comes out of your mouth when Zoro’s cock brushes against your favorite spot inside you, making Sanji twitch a little harder than before. The sensation feels otherworldly making both your mouth and pussy lips tighten, causing both men to suck in air through their teeth.

“Eyes, sweetheart,” Sanji commands, lifting your chin.

You look up. Sanji’s head dipped forward with low-lidded eyes, almost woozy as he lets you deepthroat him. The muscles in his abdomen are tense, hinging in with a shudder when you suck his shaft in just right.

Maybe what you did earlier helped him feel even better.

You suction your lips around him as a low rumble hum vibrates from your chest. It travels to Sanji, tickling your mouth as you envelop him in the frequency. His gaze on you once dazed in a smile and drunk on ecstasy, to eyes welled with shock. His legs against you tense, biceps flexed as his arms clamped onto your hair. In his throat, a strained whimper is slung out as he struggles to thread his digits through your scalp.

Whenever you go down on him, you watch the overly sweet and sly mask crumble before you, always replaced with a needy, pathetic expression. Your eagerness to please him makes his pelvis snap into your mouth, muffling your voice box and forcing you to lean back into Zoro. You see stars at the intensity not, gripping your sheets with white knuckles.

“Shit, for the little spitfire you are, you are such a good cocksleeve,” Zoro groans. “Every time you fuck yourself into me, I feel that little cunt flutter.” He rams into you. “You like that shit? I wonder if other women can take this dick as well as you. Maybe you were born to take thick cock. You feel too fucking good not to.”

The stars in the back of your eyes start to light up your vision as he jackhammers into you, the thickness of his member popping in and out of you like a firework. You meet his hips with yours, angling yourself just right to have him hit deep inside your core.

But you need him, even deeper than now. You crank your arm to spread your ass as Zoro pumps himself into you particularly hard. You could’ve coughed up from the bundle of pressure exploding in your cunt if you hadn’t had Sanji around your lips.

Zoro’s dick twitched inside. You could feel the little spot in you rubbed so well, so raw and unabashedly, that your entire body tried to buckle down. Before you pull your arm forward to readjust yourself, Zoro catches your wrist with an iron grip and yanks it back.

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere now.” He wretched your arm so much, that your back arches into him. His voice is low and domineering, making you shake to your core. “Not when you can do that little trick.”

He roughly places your hand back on the fatness of your ass, spreading your fingers on the skin. “Be a good fucking girl and do that again for me.”

You didn’t need to think about it. Your legs split more as you reach back again, spreading yourself so well that his dick massages the deepest parts of you. Your screams of ecstasy muffle right into Sanji’s pulsing member.

“Good god, doll,” You hear from above. “You look, hah, so fucking sexy right now. That face looks so beautiful when it’s a mess like that.” Sanji looks down at you with complete infatuation, sweat drips from his face down to his neck and collarbone, and the pink tint in his cheeks and lips now flushes his entire face. He moans once again as his tip plunges past your mouth down to your throat, and his head rolls back. His hips bucking into you uncontrollably as you feel your throat fill in and out with him. That delicious tip of his starts to make your eyes gush with tears as the build-up of spit drips off of your chin.

You can barely hold yourself up with the only free arm you have left. Your entire body shakes with an indescribable pleasure that you can’t stop. At once, you feel your body crash in an incredible orgasm. Sanji looks like he’s about to cum from watching you climax, but your eyes start rolling back before you can think of anything else. There is nothing but stars surrounding your vision, nothing in your head but the sweet release of your work. You don’t get a single break from Zoro, however. He’s had an iron hold on your arm the whole time, guiding you back and forth on his cock with a loud slap against his balls. You can barely hear his taunts as you cum all over his cock and swaddle moans—no, filthy mewls—into Sanji.

“You love to be disgusting like this, don’t you?” Zoro asks you, knowing it’s rather rhetorical at this point. He yanks your arm back to the point your spine can’t arch any harder. “You want to be fucked so dirty your pussy can’t cum from anything else but this dick for the rest of your life. We could give it all to you–every day if we wanted to–and you wouldn’t complain, this dirty fucking cunt.”

You would’ve had a nice cooldown if it wasn’t for the swordsman’s smart mouth. You’ve gotten tired of Zoro riding his high, almost like he purposefully leaves out Sanji as the main reason he even gets to fuck you like this. Not if you have anything to do about it. You halt your repetitive teetering and lighten your hold on Sanji’s cock enough to speak. Your hand grips onto Zoro’s arm for reinforcement.

“Zoro…” You start, and clamp down on him, hard. Your nails dig into his skin as you get just the right angle to thrust back into him with a loud schluck! You try your best to hold onto the intensity. “Don’t you ever know when to call it quits? You’ve got such a smart mouth, someone needs to tell you when to shut it.”

Fuck.

“F-fuck,” Zoro’s hips come to a full stop, and he whines from the feeling. He buckles over your form, chest meeting your back and gripping your hips so hard you shriek. It’s an unbridled force he’s not trying to hide anymore, bruising your delicate skin.

“How did you manage to keep a little vixen like this to yourself, shit cook.” A grunt. “ I can’t even… just look at how she’s taking me right now, I– fuck.” His breath is so moist, so hot on your nape, it gives you goosebumps. His defined chest muscles press against you so hard you can only squirm under him.

Sanji groans in agreement as he bucks back into your mouth, almost impatiently after you can barely bob around him.

“That pretty fucking face is gonna make me cum,” Sanji's hips jut into you hard, tears welling in your eyes running down your face as spit froths around your lips. His hand is covering his mouth, rubbing the underside of his nose.

Sanji’s nose is bleeding now, succumbing to the pleasure he feels. Rarely does your time with him end up with blood dripping. It’s only on occasion for times he’s feeling extremely erotic. You don’t have to focus on that long, however.

You can feel it now. At once, the two men recover enough to pound into you so uncoordinated and ruthless that both reach an even deeper level of penetration. You can only take each thrust, gripping the sheet so hard you can barely feel your fingers anymore. You buildup so quickly that you welcome your second orgasm with vigor, teetering into each of the men with desperation and chase.

Your weak moans are barely heard, but they’re enough for Sanji to lol his head back from the vibrations. Your throat cocks back and forth, stimulating the head each time he slams it down you. The stimulation of your unheard babbles is enveloping all around him. He can do nothing but take it with more expletives under his breath.

Zoro grabs onto the dimples of your back and your quivering hole shakes from the climax, seeping out your own ejaculate for added lubrication, so sticky and slimy that you hear it schluck, schluck into him. It helps you ride out your orgasm for longer, making you close to collapsing after the last couple of slow, deep thrusts.

Sanji could almost stumble back from this more intense second orgasm, yet once you cool down, he graciously pulls himself out of you with gentle hands.

“Mosshead, pull out and stand with me.” Sanji rapidly strokes himself as he motions for Zoro to join him off the bed. “I have an idea.”

This time Zoro doesn’t question it, neither do you in your cock-drunk state as he unsheaths himself from you and climbs off of the moist bedsheets.

“Let’s give her a reward,” Sanji says with a warm grin, gesturing to you, then to his leaking cock on the edge of ejaculation. “I think she deserves it.”

Zoro looks at Sanji’s swollen cock, then at your shaking form as he pieces the puzzles together in his head. With a devilish grin, he starts to fist his cock at an intense pace.

“You want this, my love? Want us to cover you in our cum? See how good you pleased us? You’ll look so nice like that, taking all of it like a cumslut as we drench you. Fuck, look at us, angel. Yes, just like that. Just like that… good girl.” Sanji coos at you.

You wouldn’t be surprised at the way you look at the two men if they told you about hearts in your eyes. Their faces of bliss as they pump themselves in front of your face, sweaty, spent, but so unwavering in their desire for you. You pant as you hold your mouth open, one welcoming them as they both start to increase in groans and grunts.

Sanji’s seed is the first to greet you, covering your lips and cheeks with a vigor that reaches up to your eyebrows. The ejaculate that lands on your outstretched tongue feels so warm, so intimately yours as you wantonly moan from it.

“I'll rub my cum all over you. Could cover your hair in it and leave you sticky all day,” Zoro adds in, “We could make everyone know how much of a slut you were for us, how good you swallowed me. Massage your tits for me, brat.”

Zoro is not far behind, not like he had a guideline to follow. He spreads his seed everywhere, shooting down your naked chest. Cupping your tits, you roll your nipples roughly, catching his warm spurts and rubbing it in with the sweaty mounds. Your skin tickles from the substance, puffing out your chest as you try to catch stray seed in your mouth.

You can only imagine how disheveled you look when you look back at the spent men, grunting as their hands slow to languid and lazy pumps. Messy spurts gush out of them with no reference to where they want to target, covering any other part of you they’ve yet to fall before.

You groan from the taste in your mouth. A tangy, salty reward graces your tastebuds as you mull it inside the cavities of your mouth. Your greed never leaves you as you go to lick your lips clean for more. Your face is slowly clean of the residues as you lick and suck your fingers that scoop it up. The initial taste of saltiness isn’t overbearing anymore, the sweeter tones of cum now highlighted from drinking so much.

You lick yourself clean with both men huffing on your figure, watching as you do so. So relaxed, so fulfilled, you let your tired body flop back. Instead of your back meeting the now wrinkled sheets, you feel Sanji’s arm enraptured around you.

“I got you, darling.” He whispers, letting you relax into him while he lifts your body bridal style. He guides both of you to the bed. He gently presses you against the headboard and pillows before sweeping his legs next to yours, snuggling next to you. His moist forehead rests next to your equally sweaty collarbone, caressing your skin in a loving harmony.

Zoro is still standing in the same place, his huffs dissipating into the air, his reverent chest now easing in its heaving cycle. He’s covered in a shiny layer of sweat, outlining every muscle that was once jackhammering into you. You smile at him.

“So, you just gonna stand there?” You tease, voice raspy and tired. You wave for him to come over with a hand. He shrugs and walks over, joining your side opposite Sanji’s.

“You look like you got something on your mind.” You say to Zoro. He’s pursing his lips as he lies by you.

“I wasn’t lying when I said that, by the way.”

“About what?”

“Every day,” Zoro starts, “I could drain myself into you every day if you want that, brat.” His smile is cocky, too arrogant as he leans towards your lips. “Don’t tell me you don’t want that, because I know that’s a lie… gah!”

Before he can kiss you, Sanji smushes Zoros’s face until he’s practically pushed off the other side of the mattress.

“Shut it, moss ball. She’s my girl, y’know.” Sanji buries his head into the crook of your shoulder as he pulls you closer by the waist. “You don’t get a say in how I want to share her.”

“Bullshit! I know you both loved this.” He grunts, getting back on the bed and hooking an arm around your chest. “You’ll be seeing more of me in this bed.”

“It’s my bed, moron!”

“Whatever you say, Mr. Nosebleed.”

“Idiot swordsman.”

“Ero-cook!”

“Cactus head!”

“Dartboard brow!”

You’re giggling causes both of them to turn to you, confused.

“What, think this is funny?”

“Surely you’re not laughing at me, right, princess?”

You just keep laughing, looping your arms around their necks and pulling them in. You give each a chaste kiss on their foreheads, tasting the salty sweat on both of their skin.

“No, no, it’s nothing.” You giggle. “I think things will work out just fine.”

ao3 | tiktok | kofi | masterlist

#fanfic #x reader #ao3 fanfic #one piece #reader insert #fem reader #sanji #my fanfic #zoro roronoa x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro #zoro x reader #vinsmoke sanji #one piece sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #sanji x reader #sanji x zoro x reader #one piece smut #smut

77 notes · View notes

missfrustration · 7 months ago

Text

a lesson in semantics and pleasure - part 1 (zoro x sanji x reader 18+ fanfic)

Summary: Sanji finds out Zoro is inexperienced with bedding women. That is quickly fixed.

part 1 part 2

rating: 18+ explicit, minors do not interact!!

A/n: posted 3 months ago here. reader is NOT walking after this.

wc: 3k, enjoy!

----------------------------

Zoro’s Adam’s apple bobs at the sight he’s treated to. A rock lies in his throat, but he still manages to swallow a groan.

Your legs sprawl out on the bed: Sanji’s bed. You’ve felt the mattress’s crisp, soft sheets countless times before. Now, you’re kissing your lover with another pair of eyes gazing.

Those eyes were hungrier than the lips that took yours, stronger than the tongue that generously swept the insides of your mouth. You could tell that this affected Zoro more than his battles.

You could tell that this was going to be a fantastic night.

A few days ago, it was bickering between Sanji and Zoro that happened like every other…

“Watch where you’re going, stupid moss head!”

“Maybe I wouldn’t need to if your dumb curly brow wasn’t in the way.”

It started like any conversation they had. Bickering and fighting amongst one another, attempts to kick and slice the other, name-calling…

“My brows are just fine. Just admit it; you wish you were as appealing as me.”

“Why would I want to be some lowly waiter like you?”

But it was a conversation where something was made very apparent…

“Let’s see,” Sanji clears his throat, holding his fingers up as he counts them off, “I’m more handsome, I’m smarter, I’m stronger,” Sanji emphasizes each attribute by shoving his fingers in Zoro’s face. “I have every skill in the book to please a woman better than you!”

“Why the hell would I have those things just for a woman?”

“Oh please, with how you are, I bet the young ladies I romance would double—no,— quadruple your count.”

Zoro freezes. Sanji senses he caught a nerve, right where he wants him.

“Hmph, whatever you say.” Zoro pursued his lips, ready to drop the subject and walk away. His firm face and defeated stance just challenge Sanji more.

“Go on then, name them.”

Zoro turns red in the face after a moment of silence. His eyes dart around the room slightly until they watch Sanji’s eyes come to an increasing realization.

“I’ve never… I don’t.” Zoro trails off.

Something that Sanji truly couldn’t believe…

“Wait, hold on. Nonono,” Sanji waved his hand to shut him up. “Don’t tell me you don’t—“

But Zoro’s face makes it clear.

… The talking, the courting—the lovemaking . Anything that goes into treating a woman with the utmost respect and dignity—it’s discovered that Zoro knows nothing about that. Sure, maybe he’s bedded a few ladies in his life, but a musclehead really couldn’t know about the opposite sex if he tried.

But Sanji knows.

Oh, Sanji knows his way around everything that a woman craves. The love, the lust, the things in between. How to make a woman swoon or be respected…

How to make a woman pant, for instance.

Who wouldn’t know but the man who lives and breathes in service to women? The very same gender that Zoro is clueless about.

What other way to demonstrate a beginner's lesson than with you, a prime example of the perfect learning device?

—

The kissing turns sloppy as spit starts to sleep from both of your mouths. Sanji pulls his head away, generating a thick string of saliva connected between you, showing off to the man watching it all. Sanji’s lips are shiny with spit as he speaks.

“She loves to be teased in the beginning. Starting with a little foreplay is beneficial for both parties; women especially. We want only the finest for her.” He says to Zoro.

Then Sanji looks straight at you, gauging your reaction as his hand travels to your shorts. He plays with the hem of that tight cloth hugging your thighs, causing you to shift under him. He languidly runs a hooked finger back and forth, almost like he’s intentionally feeling for the seam underneath. You know very well that he’s not.

He’s a tease. Someone who takes great pleasure in watching you squirm as he moves closer and closer to your inner thighs, closer to the apex he loves to put his hands on. This act, along with the small, sly expression he wears on his face always puts you on edge. Never does his eyes leave your face as you struggle to meet him with the same concentration. You feel your gaze slip with each whimper you make, making him drink up more embarrassment from you.

Seeing as you're the only one in the room with a shirt on, Sanji takes it off slowly, letting the hem of it catch on the underside of your breasts. He watches as he drags your breasts up with your shirt until they finally give out, slipping past the hem and bouncing down into place. You hear the chair in the corner shift.

“Lift your hips, love.” A voice so gentle, Sanji is licking his lips when you obey him. His soft, manicured hands travel down your body to the belt loops of your shorts, hooking onto them with a tug. Your shorts and panties come off, leaving nothing but air around your naked form.

“Ah, you see the way she bites her lip? That’s a good way to tell she’s loving every second.” Sanji turns to the swordsman, pointing out your swollen lip trapped between teeth. “Now, watch closely at what I do.”

He gently lifts your chin, thumbing on your lips and pointer finger tucked under your face. He tilts your head towards Zoro, leaning his body toward your ear.

“And you, darling, keep your eyes on the mosshead for me.”

You grow hot from the soft words that tickle your ear– a newfound love of exhibitionism bubbles inside you when Sanji’s fingers touch your arousal. Zoro watches every single part of this with intense intrigue.

You hear a soft whimper come from your mouth; Then another; Next, a louder one. When Sanji's fingers slip into you, you can barely contain your voice to ring out across the room. He starts to pump into you while you succumb to his small praises.

“Feel my fingers, my darling? You look so pretty like this, using that voice because of me. You must really like showing yourself like this. You see how much she likes that?” Sanji turns to Zoro, demonstrating his usual tricks on you for this lesson. Your song becomes louder as two fingers slowly scissor into you. His pace now increases as he watches your reaction.

Sanji sees your composure crumble, unraveling to the curl of his fingers into you as your eyes flutter closed.

“Look at him—hey, keep your eyes on him, or I stop. Do you understand? Do you want to be a good girl for me and do what I say? You will, won’t you, angel?”

You snap your eyes open at the soft command of his words, focusing back on the man watching. Your release depended on it, after all.

“Yes. Yes…”

Sanji’s delicate commands while the man spectates you two are gentle yet calculated. He knows the effect that putting on a show will have on a man like Zoro, and he knows how much you’ve expressed wanting to display your body. You shiver from his orders, only causing you to buck more into his hand.

“This is what happens when you treat her well. Talking to her can make her feel even better, too. Why don’t you call out his name for me, love? Make it sweet.”

“ Zoro… ”

The voice that comes from your mouth sounds different from the one Zoro’s heard before. The one that sounds so cheerful on the ship is now ladened with lust and pleasure. If the moans you sing sound like sweet honey, your voice calling out his name coats like sugared molasses. They lay so thick on him, making him ache in his pants.

“ Shit, ” Zoro mutters under his breath. From how hard he grips the armchair, he must be fighting the urge to whip out his cock to the sound of you. You huff at Sanji’s touch but keep your eyes locked on Zoro.

“Say more, please. Use your words,” Sanji says to you. You swallow thickly, and chants of Zoro's name start to flow from you, each increasingly rising in volume as Sanji adds another finger to your clit.

“Please, ah— please , Zoro. I want to cum. Shit, please go faster, Sanji,” You finally manage to say.

“I’ll tell you when you’re ready, love,” Sanji coos. You can only choke down your buildup as his fingers dance in you.

“During this, you can touch any little part of her body that you want. Like this,” Sanji’s hands caress from your inner thighs to your waist, “or this,” his hands dance up to your face, messily sticking two fingers into your mouth to press on your tongue, “or this.” His fingers pop out, now entranced to your breast, grabbing the fatness of your chest until he rolls your nipple between his moistened fingertips. You whimper from the touch.

“She begs for any extra touch you can give her. My girl is so needy, isn’t she?” He turns to you, enveloping in all your wanton pants. “Aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, yes, I’m your needy… mmmnh! ” Sanji takes his mouth to your nipple briefly, rolling the bud on his tongue. Zoro’s hand moves from the iron grip on the armchair to palm his outer thigh. Is he… sweating?

“She loves all of it, but feel free to check in with her if needed. It’s good to be communicative, especially if you’re unsure of how to keep going.”

You huff into the air, legs fiddling against the sheets from the agony of his teasing. It’s so much that you struggle to keep your eye contact. Sanji revels in finding the right spots inside you to build you up before suddenly stopping. You can do nothing but watch Zoro’s face.

His eyes couldn’t look away. If the world fell around him, he would never look away from you. The way he knew you on the ship is forever changed when your mouth pants uncontrollably in front of him. He can barely see the smirk that bastard cook has from riling both of you up on one another.

“And what do you want the most, darling? Do you want to cum from my hands, or do you want to have the mosshead to touch you and get an even better reward?”

“I want… Zoro to fuck me, please, please .” You whine against the sheets.

Zoro can’t contain the stuttering cock that twitches in his pants. He doesn’t try to hide it in front of you either. In fact, he seems to revel in that look you give him. You need to try the newest prey–it practically throbs into your mind, as well as your pussy.

“That’s my girl,” Sanji whispers to you, so softly that only you can hear. “I can’t wait for the next time I have you all to myself,” He turns to the man in the corner, taking his hands off you so quickly that you scrabble your limbs in protest. “Your time to shine, shitty swordsman. She likes it rough, too, so do try and keep the pace.”

Even with Zoro’s commitment to resilience, you can tell he gets up and over to the bed with an urgency you’ve never seen in him.

Sanji’s presence quickly switches to Zoro’s, and you realize the difference in touch. Calloused fingers replace ones weathered with silk and honey, gripping you with a darkness that matched his gaze. His commanding presence is accentuated by the rough outline of his body, the muscles, and the scars. Purposefully or not, his broad shoulders loom over you without hesitation.

Your lips lock together; a kiss that you needingly reciprocate. You dance in the mirage of tongues, eating each other whole as you feel your wanton pants build into his mouth. His figure engulfs your smaller one, large and domineering, but that’s exactly what you hoped for.

“Go on. Give her what she wants.” You hear Sanji’s voice from the corner of the room, impatiently commanding Zoro. The sweet tone he uses with you is nonexistent when he talks to the swordsman.

“In a minute,” Zoro growls to him. “She likes to be teased, remember?”

Sanji scoffs. “Asshole, of course I know that.” You hear him mutter, sitting on the cushy chair Zoro was once planted in.

“Zoro, please…” You didn’t know exactly what you were pleading for, you just wanted relief.

“I’ll get you there,” a whisper from Zoro’s lips you can barely register from the fuzziness in your brain, “better than that shitty cook can.”

However, his touch doesn’t exactly exhume confidence. Zoro’s hand trembles slightly between caressing your neck, shoulders, and body. His gaze is hungry as he drinks each glimpse of your skin. He doesn’t sound as direct in his tone as you’ve heard in battle.

Maybe you can change that.

“You might be all bark.” You taunt, face slowly forming a smirk. Zoro’s surprised face makes you giggle.

While a small part of you believes Zoro’s beginner touch may not satisfy you, the way he’s looked at you so far this night tells you he’ll do anything to prove you wrong. He’s too stubborn not to, especially after a little dare like that. Zoro’s small smirk shows you he’s caught onto this.

“Be less of a brat, maybe, and you’ll find out.” Zoro's rough hands grip the small of your waist, causing you to gasp. There’s more confidence in–

Your back arches as you feel a jolt of pain on your chest. Zoro bites on your breast so suddenly it causes you to retract your previous smugness.

“Cook wants to put up with an attitude like that? Fine,” Right on the hardened nipple, Zoro bites it rough enough to make you whine, but he quickly stifles the pain with the rumble of his voice. “But, I’ll be sure to fix that.”

Maybe you would have paid attention to the stream of steam piping from Sanji’s head after Zoro said that, but you were too distracted by Zoro’s movements, especially when he grabbed your hair enough to whip your head back, creating more tension in your chest.

“Pretty fuckin’ tits,” is all Zoro mumbles into your skin. He attacks them, rolling the buds hard between his teeth. Those teeth are strong enough to clamp onto his Wado easily— despite that, his firmness told you he was holding back. You felt your body pulse with titillation, from your scalp you feel the dull pain of his hand gripped in your hair, to his mouth exploring your mounds. It sends shocks through you as you try to stifle the volume of your whimpers. Your body feels so light and heavy at once, making you titter as his pace continues.

Zoro’s grip on you is dizzying, his firm hands now entirely holding your torso as his body presses right over you. You let him lift your chest into him as he explores your soft skin, worshipping it in the roughest way.

Your head dips back from the ceiling to the other side of the room. Sanji’s sitting in that same chair from earlier, his cock taken out from his suit slacks and hand slowly stroking the swollen, reddened head. His mouth is agape, small flecks of hair now sticking to his forehead as he looks at your body with a hungry, animalistic gaze.

“Careful, sweetheart. Remember to do what I said.” He smirks and flicks his finger towards Zoro, urging you to focus back. The hand once in your hair is now pulling you to look forward.

“Is someone distracting you from me?” You hear a rough, raw voice rumble right next to your head. Zoro quickly worked up to your neck to your ear, his demanding voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Might be.”

“Am I not good enough for you?” He asks. “Looking for curly fuck to rescue you instead?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer. One hand quickly dives between your bodies as he cups your pussy. The gears in your brain seem to short-circuit on you, leaving you gasping for more.

“Can’t be this speechless from him, hm?” His voice is colored with a dark envy, making your entire body swell with arousal.

“Shut it, marimo.”

The hypersensitivity of your pussy paired with the gruff voice so close to you is too much. You don’t have any other thought than to shut him up with your lips brashly planted on his again. Zoro immediately opens your mouth with an eager tongue, pressing his kneeled body into you.

Zoro lips separate from you as he keeps going, his plight travels down as he bites and licks the length of your torso. He stops right where his breath ghosts over your pubic bone, making your hips practically buck up to his face for some relief.

“Uh uh,” Zoro sees what you're trying to do, and presses his thumbs on your hip bone to keep you back down.

“You need to make her work for it, dumbass,” Sanji says from across the room.

“Well, how do I do that?” Zoro asks, sounding just as annoyed at Sanji.

“You can ask what she wants, first.”

“Why do I need to do that if I already know?”

“Because it helps, just trust me.” Sanji scoffs at him. “God, you’re such a brute.”

Zoro shakes his head, now turning to you.

“So desperate for something, hm? What is it?” He taunts.

“Please, touch me.” You whisper.

“’m already touching you, though. Need to be more specific than that, girl.” He grins at you.

“Please…” You struggle to say the words as his fingertips on your hips increase in pressure. He shows no sign of relinquishing his hold until he gets an answer from you. In a soft mewl, you say, “Please… touch my pussy. Please.” Your needy voice cracks into a broken, desperate pant.

Zoro’s playful smirk shows now, realizing why Sanji wanted him to ask you such a demanding question. Puzzle pieces inside Zoro’s mind seem to click the more his hands are on you. At first, he seemed almost nervous in carrying himself, but the more Sanji and you demonstrate the dance that is this game, he seems to catch on.

“Cook, show me how she wants it.”

-----

Read Part 2 here!

ao3 | tiktok | kofi | masterlist

#fanfic #x reader #ao3 fanfic #reader insert #one piece #fem reader #my fanfic #sanji #zoro roronoa x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro #one piece zoro #zoro x reader #vinsmoke sanji #blackleg sanji #one piece sanji #sanji x reader #zoro x sanji x reader #smut fanfiction

240 notes · View notes