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22 year old virgin

summary: you'd give anything if it means your best friend had the most perfect birthday. // best friend!sanji x afab reader. nsfw; light voyeurism and oral (m receiving). modern au. around 3k words !

sanji had his eye on you all night. which is nothing new, this was the norm regardless of the amount of alcohol was in his bloodstream.

tonight felt different though. something about his gaze and the way he smiled, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

maybe he was more than grateful for you tonight. after all, you and nami had gone above and beyond to throw him a surprise party that ended up exceeding your original expectations. but sanji wasn’t smiling at nami the way he was you, he hadn’t been for a couple of months.

a million excuses ran through your head as you attempted to chalk it up to anything other than nami’s original guess: that he had feelings for you.

that thought always puts a bit of a sour feeling in the back of your throat. not that sanji wasn’t a lovely man, he was just…your friend. your best friend, in fact, and you didn’t want anything to ruin that.

your thoughts are scrambled when your least favorite quadruplet throws a heavy arm around you, distracting you from the drinks you were setting out (not like your mind was elsewhere already).

“how’s my favorite girl doing tonight?” niji smiles, reaching for a beer that you hadn’t even taken out of the box yet.

you roll your eyes, poorly attempting to shove him away. “couldn’t wait a minute for me to empty this?” you joke back, which does a poor job at shutting down his incessant flirting. niji always had a soft spot for you, which sanji was very vocal about disliking.

his breath tickles your ear, reeking of vodka and beer, a terrible combination. he whispers something you can’t quite make out over the music that blares through your apartment. but that isn’t what distracts you from the vinsmoke brother, it’s sanji’s dark glare that pulls your attention away.

suddenly you feel like you’ve been caught red-handed, guilty of a crime you didn’t commit. out of respect for your friendship with sanji, you always did your best to reject niji’s advances, but sometimes you got a little carried away, much to sanji’s dismay.

now is one of those of times, most definitely inebriated by the alcohol you’ve consumed. you’re trapped between his chest and his arm, his face leaning in way too close for comfort.

you can feel sanji’s stare, it sends chills down your spine. you squirm out of niji’s grip, and he shouts a complaint after you exit, which is thankfully much harder to hear as you enter the living room.

the music is much louder in here, almost loud enough to silence the noise from all the partygoers.

looking around the room, your eyes follow sanji, who is making his way toward your back patio.

worry and perhaps too many hard seltzers make your mind wander. you hoped that the small act of affection wasn’t enough to ruin his birthday.

you think fast, grabbing two empty shot glasses and a bottle of something you couldn’t quite read the label of and follow him out the door.

the crisp march air hits you as soon as you twist the knob, the sounds causing sanji to jump slightly.

“hey, birthday boy” you greet, shaking the bottle in your hand to alert him of what was about to come.

sanji has a freshly lit cigarette in his mouth before flashing you a wide smile, taking the glasses from your hand.

“enjoying your party so far?” you ask, hopeful you hadn’t upset him on his special day.

he nods, “yeah, it’s a lot of fun. thank you for doing this for me.”

there’s a faint warmth to your cheeks as you pour the clear liquid. “i don’t deserve all the credit. nami helped too,” you gush.

he extends your glass to you, which you happily accept. “you have to make a wish now,” you smile, motioning to your raised shots.

his curly eyebrows furrow. “on a shot of tequila?”

you proudly nod. “yes, it’s more fun that way. plus, i think we forgot to buy birthday candles,” you half-joke, unsure if nami remembered to put those on the list.

he chuckles lightly, accepting your antics and shutting his eyes to make a birthday wish. you can feel your gaze soften as soon as they do, his features so gentle as he humors your mischief.

“okay, cheers,” he says, opening his eyes and clinking his glass against yours.

you both throw your heads back, swallowing the burning liquid. your nose scrunches and mouth frowns harshly in disgust earning a laugh from sanji.

he reaches out to lift your chin, “didn’t like it?”

you shake your head, pulling him into a hug. “no, but i want you to have the best birthday, so i’m going to lie and say yes.”

his arm wraps around you, his chin resting on the top of his head. “that’s sweet of you. it really is great,” he says, but there is something off about his tone. if didn’t know sanji so well, you would’ve missed it. but that hilt in his voice, it catches your attention almost immediately.

you retract from his arms, staring at him with squinting eyes. “okay, but how can i make it perfect?”

sanji glances down at you, surprised you could read him that well. “nothing gets by you, huh?”

you shake your head with a proud smile, letting him taking a sharp drag from his cigarette. this was an obvious tell-tale sign that he’s either stressed or embarrassed but you’re unsure.

the puff of smoke fills the air, nearly making you choke as he fans it away.

“sorry, my sweet.” he dryly chuckles, stubbing out the cigarette in the ash tray you left out here for him. “i just thought things would be different by now,” he mutters, the railing creaking under his body weight as he leans against it.

you lean too, close enough to him that it gives him butterflies, but far away enough that neither of you needs to move.

you’re even more curious now but you attempt not to overthink the conversation. “different how?”

he takes an even bigger drag once again, nervously tapping his fingers against the metal. “just, you know, by now i thought i’d—that i wouldn’t be—” the words are getting trapped in his throat, which was rare for him.

you place a comforting hand on his arm, “you can talk to me, sanji. don’t worry.”

his eyes are so soft and sad when he looks over at you, a gentle but defeated smile tugging at his lips.

“okay, but just…don’t laugh at me, okay?”

you nod your head in response before he glances off into the distance.

“i just thought by now i would have lost my virg—” he stops himself mid-sentence with a deep sigh, but it's enough for you to conclude what he was going to say on your own.

your jaw drops slightly, a soft oh escaping your lips before you could stop it.

he nods softly. “you can laugh at me, it’s okay. i know it’s pathetic,” he replies, slouching over the railing, hiding behind his blond fringe.

you shake your head harshly, though he isn’t even looking in your direction. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it in that way! i’m just surprised…i guess.”

you hug his side, which he accepts with an arm around you. “what happened with that girl you were seeing?” just bringing her up puts a nasty taste in your mouth, but you blame the tequila instead of anything else.

“she broke up with me before we could get to that part. i’ve never gone farther than first base with a girl before,” he admits, covering his eyes with his free hand.

“sanji,” you trail off, more surprised than anything else. his confidence and sheer charisma were enough to convince you that his body count was in the double digits.

“even that stupid mosshead has slept with people before and i’m the only loser in our whole the friend group who hasn’t,” he sighs, never failing to make unnecessary jabs at your other friend. “what’s the matter with me? he mutters under his breath.

you’ve never seen him so sad, and with sanji, that was saying something. it hurt your heart knowing he thought so poorly of himself when he was so wonderful.

“no, sanji,” you cup his face between your hands, forcing him to look at you, “nothing is wrong with you,” you assert, attempting to sound as stern as you could despite the alcohol in your system.

“but i— “

“just stop it! you’re so amazing, sanji.” you start, his eyes widening. “you’re so kind, and smart, and handsome. any girl would be so lucky— “

you’re interrupted when sanji lunges toward you, his lips clumsily landing on yours. his lips burn, a combination of his nicotine and the tequila. he’s moving so curiously, cautiously, like he knows he shouldn’t be doing this.

you’re taken aback as you release your grip on him, and he claims his on you. his hands reach out to cup your face, but before they get to hold you, you grab onto them and pull away.

both your eyes are wide in shock before sanji begins to sputter out a string of apologies. “i—i’m so sorry y/n. shit, i don’t know what came over me” he rambles on, immediately concerned as he waits for a reaction from you.

but you’re too busy reeling from the electricity of the kiss you two just shared. the touch, his warmth, that was so familiar, and it was just sanji after all, your best friend—sanji. but the fireworks that spread throughout your whole body, that was new and so terrifying to feel for him.

as sanji sits in his own embarrassment, exacerbated by all the alcohol he’s consumed tonight, he can’t even look you in the eyes. but as you stand there, lips buzzing, you draw sanji towards you, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“just shut up,” you mumble against his lips before connecting them together again.

you didn’t know what you were doing, inhibited by the alcohol and the undeniable chemistry that was ricocheting between you two. your lips move against his so naturally, turning your head so that he can get better access.

sanji’s hands clutch your body close to his, caressing your cheeks as he whimpers against your mouth.

it was so…irresistible. the feelings you had for sanji were nothing short of platonic, until now. suddenly, his lips were so soft, inviting almost. in this moment, you don’t understand how this could have escaped you for so long.

his hands roam up and down your body before holding your cheeks, his mouth parting slightly, his breath quivering as soon as you pull at his hair.

“shit,” he sighs, moving his lips along your jaw, then slowly down your neck.

this is the alcohol, you think to yourself, unable to think straight as sanji places warm, wet kisses against your skin. it makes your eyes shut in sheer pleasure, the way he handled you had your core tightening.

“fuck, sanji, unbutton your pants,” you whisper in his ear.

he pulls from you, his eyes lustful yet surprised at your words. you chuckle to yourself, reattaching your lips with a hand wrapping around his neck and the other reaching down to unzip him.

immediately, you can feel his outline through his boxers. they’re wet, surely due to his leaking precum.

just as you’re about to reach into them, the patio door jostles open. both of you jump as an extremely drunk nami appears. “okay, i need help bringing out the cake,” she hiccups.

you glance back at sanji, 100% sure his heart was beating as hard as yours, distracting nami so he can get himself together. she’s too intoxicated to notice anything that just transpired, whisking you back into the apartment.

sanji’s close behind once he’s gained his composure, everyone cheering as they see him.

the next few hours are a bit of blur. you remember sanji blowing out his candles, all his friends celebrating him and drinking enough to make an alcoholic throw up. you remained dazed throughout the whole party, enamored by alcohol and sanji alike, continuously catching his eye the rest of the night.

when it reaches 1:30, most of the party had gone home, leaving the usual stragglers. the boys were asleep on the couch, luffy’s head in the chip bowl and you wave off to nami who was leaving with vivi. that left only you and the birthday boy awake.

sanji had not escaped your mind all night, making it your mission to complete this unfinished business. you couldn’t name what was coursing through your veins right now, but it was new, unbearable, and it had your whole body tingly all night long.

opening your closed bedroom door, you notice your bathroom light on and door slightly ajar. there’s that tingling feeling again, you can sense what’s behind the door before you even reach it.

“sanji?” you question before you hear a wet, slapping sound. your heart drops, a lump catching in your throat as you push the door open.

sanji stands before you, leaning against the bathroom wall, pants lowered around his thighs. his hand is fisting his cock, his head slung back as he keeps hot, heavy eye contact with you.

you’re frozen in place for a second, nothing like your usual confident disposition before you snap back into it. your legs are like jelly when they carry you over to him, hurriedly pressing your lips to his.

without thinking, your hand rushes down gripping onto him. an instant, almost instinctual whine leaves his lips as you fluidly tug. he’s skinnier than you thought he’d be and longer than you previously imagined. he’s heavy in your hand, pulsing at the new sensation.

your core tightens, it feels so natural to have him your hands, as if you were meant to. it’s overwhelming.

“come on, pretty boy,” you mumble against his lips, stepping back as you take him to your bed. with lips still connected to his, you push him back onto the bed. his expression is full of lust, his eyes much darker than you’ve ever seen and it pulls a deep sigh from your lungs.

you eagerly rip his shirt off over his head, admiring his every inch of his defined abs. sanji’s quick to remove your shirt too, eyes practically bursting out of his head as he gets a good look at the lace bra you had worn for the occasion.

without thinking sanji throws himself into your chest, hands cupping both sides of your breasts, nearly suffocating himself in your skin. a lewd groan escapes him as you feel his dick throbbing between your bodies. too infatuated with your soft skin to think clearly, his lips begin to kiss all over your chest, praising your beauty. “so fucking pretty,” he whispers against you.

you giggle, tossing your head back as you roll your hips against his erection. the friction of your bodies is enough to make him seethe.

“it’s about you today, sanji,” you tell him, gripping onto his blond hair and tugging just enough to make him release your tits from his grasp.

“but—” you interrupt him with a harsh kiss. even though you’re more than excited to know what he’s capable of, you’re even more eager to give him exactly what he wanted for his birthday. and like the good boy sanji is, he gives in. your lips are far too unimaginable for him to disobey you.

sanji watches with wide blown pupils as you get down on your knees, kneeling over the side of the bed sitting between his legs.

you watch his adam’s apple bob, surely from the nerves of seeing you in such an intimate position he’s had many fantasies about before. though, as much as sanji’s imagined this moment and the thought of savoring every inch of your body, he knows he wouldn’t last long like this. he was already on the cusp of an orgasm just imagining what you would do to him.

your hands grasp onto his thighs pulling him back to reality, his tight muscles flexing under your fingers. “relax,” you whisper, kissing his abdomen, his thighs, then dragging your tongue up his cock.

despite your advice, sanji is doing anything but relaxing. every single one of your touches overstimulates him, his eyes unable to peel away from your face. almost in disbelief, he shakily reaches for your cheek, cupping your face as you slowly taking him in your mouth as you make the filthiest eye contact with him.

this scene was beyond his wildest imagination, watching your head bob in a rhythm he could barely keep up with. sanji can only let out short, gasping breaths, the pleasure ricocheting from his stomach throughout his whole body.

the way your tongue wraps around his base, trailing back up to the tip, kissing just where his slit is, has his breathing turning more panicked. then, as if on cue, you back up slightly, giving sanji a perfect view of your exposed chest, sitting so perky in the bra he had once been fawning over. a small trickle of blood falls from his nose, which you’ve only seen happen once or twice.

“i, shit, i can’t--” he whines out, grasping onto your cheeks with his thumb and pointer finger. “i need you, please” he begs, pulling you back up to his lips. you find yourself flattered, greedily making out with him as he wraps a tight arm around your waist.

a hand trails down, pulling your panties off and grabbing a handful of your ass. sanji lifts you, spreading your legs with his fingers trailing between your folds. you’re practically dripping onto him, a soft mewl leaving your lips. “shit,” he whispers in a shaky breath.

but you’re too eager to let him admire you, at least for now. you guide him to you, sinking down on him slowly, not so much for him, but for you. you can feel yourself being filled much more than you thought you would.

sanji’s whimpering against your mouth, brows clutching together in pleasure as he buries his face into your neck. his hands tremble against your skin, rapidly, crazily grasping onto you as his whines persist as you rock your body on top of his.

he’s a complete mess when he hears you moan into his ear, like something shifts within him as he slaps his hips upward into yours. you can feel him in your cervix, the harsh pain turns into pleasure fast and you too cannot contain yourself. you almost forget this is first time doing this.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whines, his hand keeping your ass down so he can get to that spongy spot that has your nails clawing at his chest. sanji starts to pick up speed, but he’s lazy, haphazard, most likely from the alcohol impairment or the reality of the situation. he couldn’t exactly tell right now.

sanji’s cock is filling you in delicious thrusts you couldn’t have ever predicted, it leaves you loudly moaning in his ear, which only encourages him further.

the way you sound…it’s heavenly. he knows he won’t last much longer.

when you start praising his name, sanji can feel his heartbeat stop in its tracks. “y/n, i’m—”

as if on cue you rock your hips harshly, dragging them up in a synchronized motion. a guttural moan escapes sanji as he can feel you begin to clench around him. it makes him choke, his eyes dragging to the back of his head as he swiftly pulls out. long, thick, warm ropes of cum paint both of your bodies for several seconds after.

the air in the room is hot, but it feels strangely natural. you can feel your own cum drip between your legs onto sanji’s. both of you attempt to catch your breath, but sanji’s too fixated on kissing you that you don’t get a chance to.

his lips, bruised and swallow, kiss yours with a passion that is anything but lust. one of his hands keeps you close to his body, the other cradles the back of your head. his lips follow yours, his smile wide as you start to laugh.

“does it feel that good every time?” he asks, watching you with soft eyes as you lay down on his chest.

you chuckle, shaking your head. “not usually. that was pretty good for your first time,” you admit.

his smile is bright, cheeks dusted with pink, as he brushes his hand through his blond hair.

“anything i can do better next time?” you can hear the quiver in his tone, clearly hesitant but hopeful there will be a next time.

“yeah, i think i can show you a thing or two next time.”

#sanji smut #one piece smut #this was very yummy

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