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“Man,” Sanji grumbles from where he’s ass-deep in the Merry’s tiny, tragically unlockable fridge, “Those shitty marines really took all our nonperishable stores, huh? Well, at least they left us this much...”
“Sanji! Where did you go?”
As hard as he’s trying to sound brave, Chopper’s voice is still rather frantic. Sanji can hear the plodding of his little hooves across the makeshift deck, too, scrabbling around in search of him, so he liberates himself from the fridge and calls, “In here, Chopper.”
Once he’s wormed his way through the haphazard maze of wood planks concealing the door, Chopper comes to stand next to Sanji, peering curiously into the fridge. “Are you cooking something?”
“No, not right now. Are you hungry?” Chopper shakes his head, so Sanji pulls a fresh cigarette out of his chest pocket and lights it, then glances over at the corner where the food stores used to be with a put-upon sigh. “Just checking what’s missing.”
Chopper blinks up at him, head tilted. “They took everything, right?”
“Pretty much.” Sanji runs a hand through his hair, grimacing just thinking about trying to feed their bottomless captain with the meager perishables he has left. There’s enough for some sandwiches, as well as a few stray pieces of meat, but other than that, they’re gonna be in trouble if they don’t restock soon after they escape the fortress.
He’s in the middle of pondering the likelihood of them being able to dock somewhere safely when his cook brain takes backseat to his pirate brain. The scheming grin that spreads over his face has Chopper leaning away from him nervously.
“Oi, Chopper,” Sanji says, shifting his cigarette between his teeth. “Think you can hold it down here a while longer?”
Chopper looks incredibly dubious, and for a moment, Sanji does feel bad for leaving him alone again. As skittish as he is, though, he’s always been good about taking care of himself and Merry, so Sanji crouches down in front of him, his hands pressed together pleadingly. “Just for a little bit, okay? I can count on you, right?”
It’s probably playing dirty, but Chopper goes right for that bait, raising his hooves and shouting, “Of course! I’m a pirate, too!”
“One of the best,” Sanji hums honestly, already formulating a plan as he stands and heads for the barricaded door.
--
In his extremely brief stint as a G-8 chef, Sanji made sure to take note of where the food stores were, as well as the rough schedule of people coming to collect ingredients. Force of habit, for the most part, but now he’s pretty damn glad for it.
As he’s lurking around a shaded corner, he double-checks his pocket watch. Even with the ruckus his crew is making, the kitchen should still be running on its same tight schedule. Right now, they’ll be pretty firmly in the middle of a dinner rotation, which means the storeroom should be empty. Perfect.
Once he’s made sure the coast is clear, Sanji saunters across the hall and into the unlocked storeroom, where he comes face to face with a tall, extremely familiar-looking pile of crates. He frowns at them, then pops one open, frustrated to find his own meticulous organizational system staring right back at him. “Of course,” he sighs, sealing the lid in place, then taking a step back to size them up. “Shit, I can’t carry all of these back to the ship alone... what a pain in the ass. Where’s that mossy pack mule when you need him?”
Just as he’s trying to convince himself to leave the crates behind and steal some more portable supplies instead, the door to the storeroom slams closed behind him.
“Well, look at that,” comes a familiar, wonderfully stern voice. “It seems I’ve caught a cute little mouse.”
Those words send a pleasant shiver down his spine, effortlessly stoking the ever-present embers of arousal within him. Sanji glances over his shoulder, his lips curling into a wobbly smile when he sees Jessica staring down her nose at him, her arms crossed.
“Ah, Miss Jessica,” Sanji sighs, turning toward her with open arms. “Have you come to try and recruit me after all? I’m terribly sorry, but staying in one place isn’t really my style.”
She snorts at him, her obvious disdain getting under his skin in the best way. “As if. Skilled though you may be, there’s no room in my kitchen for a pirate.”
Sanji tilts his head curiously, his smile widening into something much more sly, a promise for trouble. “Oh, are you capturing me, then? That could be fun. I have to warn you, though. I’m not a very well-behaved prisoner.”
Those pretty green eyes narrow menacingly. “No?”
Just as Sanji’s preparing his next ill-advised flirt, Jessica strides over to him, then plants her hand in the middle of his chest and shoves, surprisingly rough. His back collides with the stack of crates, which wobble ominously. He tries to stand up straight again, but Jessica’s skilled hand easily keeps him pinned, her strength only making those embers burn hotter, threatening to bloom into outright desire.
Trying desperately to tamp them down, to keep his head on his shoulders, Sanji closes his eye and shrugs. “Nope. In fact, I’d say I’m a pretty big pain in the ass. So, if that’s what you want...”
Normally, this is where he’d expect her to take a step back, to pull her hand away, maybe even give him a disgusted look. He’s definitely expecting her to call for help, at least, so when she looks him over, then steps right into his personal space, Sanji may or may not choke on air. Her stern eyes are fiery, determined, impossible to look away from, so he swallows heavily and stares at her, his knees already going weak.
“And here I thought you understood the rules around here,” she says, her voice so low, so heated Sanji’s starting to wonder if he’s dreaming. Before he can pinch himself, Jessica moves close enough that he can feel the rush of her breath over his lips. “You were so eager to satisfy me while you were still playing your little game earlier, weren’t you?”
Sanji wheezes at her, entirely dumbstruck, then pinches his thigh hard. It might not have been the best idea, because while he’s now certain that he’s not dreaming, that little jolt of pain only adds to how worked up he’s getting.
“D-didn’t I satisfy you, Miss Jessica?”
With a thoughtful hum, Jessica purses her lips, her subtly glittery lip gloss shining in the low light. “You did,” she concedes, “But then you had to go and end up being a pirate.”
Tongue wetting his lips, Sanji nods vaguely. “So, you’re dissatisfied again?”
“Of course.” She huffs, then breaks the spell she’d cast on him by taking a step back, which Sanji finds horribly disappointing.
Before he can get himself together, she fists her hand in his shirt and pulls, easily hauling him away from the crates. He stumbles, but she pays that no mind, instead keeping her strong hold on his shirt and dragging him out of the storeroom.
As much as he should probably at least try to escape, Sanji finds himself trotting after her eagerly, a moth drawn to her scornful flame.
--
Sanji doesn’t recognize the office Jessica barges into, but he sure recognizes the man sitting at the desk, thick eyebrows raised in surprise. “Oh, Jessica.”
“This is the one,” she states, dragging Sanji to stand in front of the desk.
She releases his shirt, then moves behind him and mercilessly steals his blazer, but before he can turn around to see what she’s doing with it, Jonathan stands up and removes the sash draped lazily over his shirt. “I thought so,” he hums placidly, his rough hands slowly, purposefully rolling his sleeves up to his elbows, and if Sanji wasn’t so damn sure he’s about to get his ass kicked, he might let himself drool a little.
In an effort to get his head in the right place, Sanji pulls a cigarette out of his chest pocket and lights it. “Getting serious already, huh? You sure you wanna fight me in your fancy office?”
Jonathan blinks at him, then chuckles warmly, which does not help Sanji with the whole preparing for a fight thing. Even worse, once his sleeves are taken care of, Jonathan moves his broad hands to the buttons of his uniform shirt. He unbuttons it down to his wide black waistband, which is enough to expose his muscular, fuzzy chest, and more than enough to get Sanji half-hard, to his dismay.
“No,” Jonathan says finally, his eyes wrinkling as he smiles somewhere under all that mustache. “You’re not here for business. Not right now, anyway.”
Sanji frowns curiously, but before he can even try to figure out what the hell that means, narrow, clever fingers are fisting in the hair on the back of his head and pulling, painted nails scratching lightly along his scalp. He completely fails to bite down his wheezy moan in time, but Jessica is anything but deterred by that, if the way she licks her glossy lips is any indication.
“You see, pirate cook,” Jonathan continues, his voice clearly amused. “I didn’t make it as far as I have by having many weaknesses. But, since you seem like the kind of man who would understand...” Jonathan strolls out from behind his desk, his hands in his pockets, and with Jessica’s strong hold on his hair, all Sanji can do is stare up at him when he comes to stand in front of him. “Well, when my darling wife wants something, how could I tell her no?”
As much as he probably shouldn’t, Sanji sees pretty crystal clear where he’s coming from. Rather than outright agree, though, he shifts his cigarette between his teeth and says, “Ah, so that’s how it is.” He glances over at Jessica as best he can, and when her soft lips curve into a cruel smile, it takes everything he has to not squirm. Instead, breathless, he asks, “And what does the good lady want, exactly?”
That smile widens, her dark eyes sharp, calculating. “The same thing I’ve always wanted, pirate,” she purrs. “To be satisfied.”
Sanji promptly loses every battle for self control he’s currently fighting and then some.
Melting into her grip on his hair, Sanji exhales a dense cloud of smoky hearts and chirps, “I’ll do my best, as always, Miss Jessica!” He’s clueless as to what he’s actually agreeing to, but given the circumstances, he’s willing to let his hopes stay sky-high. Something occurs to him, though, so he pulls a hand out of his pocket to point toward Jonathan, who’s watching the smoke fluttering past him with a decidedly bemused shine in his eye. “But... what is he here for?”
Jessica tugs on his hair, her eyes trailing down the long, exposed line of his throat, not unlike a predator sizing up her prey. “I’m the most satisfied when my husband is satisfied too.”
Jonathan perks up at that. “Oh? Then, will you stop putting so much broccoli in my—”
Near simultaneously, Sanji and Jessica both bark, “You can’t just eat meat!”
Visibly wilting, Jonathan sighs loudly, but Sanji’s already back on track, glancing at Jessica again. “At any rate, I think I get what you’re saying.” The mean little smile Jessica gives him nearly distracts him, but he manages to wheeze, “But if I say no?”
Jessica purses her lips thoughtfully, then turns to Jonathan, who casually crosses his arms over his hairy chest and says, “Well, then I suppose it’d be no pleasure, all business. And since you were caught by a hard-working Navy officer, we’ll have to throw you in jail.” He pauses, making a show of remembering something. “Oh, but some miscreant seems to have blown up all of our jail cells. So, you’ll just have to be a good boy and stay there on your own.”
Despite Sanji’s best efforts, those words in that low, teasing voice have his knees knocking together. He grits his teeth on his cigarette, trying to force himself to think clearly.
He’d known as soon as he saw Jonathan and Luffy making eye contact after they left the jail that Jonathan isn’t actually all that interested in apprehending them. Why, Sanji has no idea, but what he’d just said basically confirms it: despite having Sanji entirely at their whims, if he wants to leave, they’re going to let him.
Well. Knowing that, Sanji’s not terribly tempted to leave at all.
Hip cocked to one side, he sighs, “Eh, I suppose I can tolerate him.” Those amused wrinkles pop up at the corners of Jonathan’s eyes again, which has heat blooming all through Sanji’s veins. He takes another drag off his cigarette, then spits it right onto the nice carpet and grinds it out under his heel. “You can do whatever you want behind me, so long as...” He turns to give Jessica a wobbly smile. “I get to keep looking at the incomparably beautiful Miss Jessica.”
Jessica hums, clearly interested, if the way her teeth find her lip is any indication. She looks him over, her gaze molten like she’s counting all the ways she wants to bully him, then raises an eyebrow at Jonathan.
“Well, that mostly works for me,” Jonathan laughs. He leans down to Jessica and catches her lips in a sweet, familiar kiss, then licks her lip gloss off as he turns to Sanji again. “You’re satisfied as long as you can just see her, right?”
“Yeah, pretty much.” Sanji swallows heavily, but raises a challenging eyebrow at him. “Why, you have some other idea?”
Jonathan shrugs, his eyes shining with amusement as he tugs Sanji against his chest, then wraps his hands under his thighs and lifts him up like he weighs nothing at all. Sanji yelps, fisting a hand in Jonathan’s loose shirt to keep himself steady. Jessica’s fingers slip out of his hair as he goes, but he doesn’t quite have it in him to mind when Jonathan’s strong hips spread his thighs so easily.
“O-oi, shitty Navy,” he wheezes, although none of the three people in the room are convinced he’s actually complaining. He digs his heel into the back of Jonathan’s thigh, but he doesn’t seem to notice, humming cheerfully as he turns them around, then walks over to stand next to his desk.
He sets him down on the desk, then moves his hands to Sanji’s belt, getting right to it. Sanji bites his lip, but as enticing as those hands feel pulling his belt out, he’s quickly distracted by the way Jessica fists her hand in his shirt again.
In contrast to Jonathan’s patient, almost gentle treatment, Jessica is merciless when she shoves him down onto his back. This is an arrangement that hadn’t occurred to Sanji, but he’s really not about to argue, given that it’s more comfortable than the one he had in mind, and that she’s still all he can see without craning his neck.
Jessica sits on the desk beside him, one long leg primly crossed over the other, which is when Sanji realizes that she’s not wearing her hat anymore, nor her apron. Her long, golden hair is tied up in a neat bun, like she hasn’t had it crammed under a hat for the last fifteen straight hours, which naturally just makes his heart pound harder.
“You sure know how to make hard work look beautiful, Miss Jessica,” he sighs dreamily, inching one hand toward her.
She scoffs at him, then pulls her ascot loose and carelessly tosses it aside. Sanji’s smile goes wobbly, but when she starts unbuttoning her shirt too, he can feel his eyes widening. She raises an eyebrow, then leans over him, her stiff uniform shirt parting just enough to offer a teasing peek of her fair cleavage. “You didn’t seriously think you could satisfy me just watching you, did you?” Sanji blinks dumbly, so she gifts him a mean smirk. “Don’t flatter yourself, little mouse. I’m playing too.”
God. Sanji’s pretty sure he’s never been harder in his life.
Jonathan definitely notices too, but it’d be hard for him not to, considering that in the brief time Sanji’s been distracted by Jessica, Jonathan has already stripped him of his boots and his pants. His tight boxers don’t do much to hide his predicament, so he supposes he shouldn’t be surprised when Jonathan covers his aching arousal with his rough palm, his hand hot even through the fabric of his underwear.
Sanji digs his teeth into his lip and rocks into the touch, and as much as he wants to look down and see those thick fingers splayed over him, Jessica holds his attention pretty easily. She’s still unbuttoning her shirt, still holding him down on the desk, and Sanji’s never been happier to have a pretty woman looking down on him like a juicy cut of meat.
His fingers inch closer across the desk, nearly touching the fabric of her skirt, but before he can make even that much contact, she swats him away. “When I want your hands, I’ll ask for them,” she huffs, which just has Sanji squirming.
“As you wish, Miss Jessica,” he sighs, obediently moving his hand away. He arches up into Jonathan’s hand again, sighing hot when those thick fingers squeeze him.
Between his compliance and the way he’s melting for them, Jessica breathes a quiet, pleased hum, but before he can even think to seek her praise, she sits up and barks, “Unbutton your shirt.”
Sanji scrambles to obey, his fingers trembling as he unfastens his shirt. He pulls the fabric open, easily exposing his bare chest, which is apparently enough to earn him a reward.
Jessica tilts her head, then lazily trails her fingers down his chest, the tips of her painted nails gently scratching over his skin. That alone has him writhing, but then Jonathan breathes a rumbling, approving sound and soothes his hand up Sanji’s stomach, over his bony hip, and the contrast in their touch wrings a helpless whimper out of him before he can even think to stifle it.
He doesn’t really have the brains to be embarrassed about it, though, because that sound stokes a flame in Jessica’s hungry gaze, her eyes burning on his bare skin.
“Aren’t you cute,” she sighs, lightly dragging her nails over one of his nipples, which pulls a stuttering sigh from him. “But don’t get cocky. You have a lot of ground to cover if you want to satisfy me, little mouse.”
Sanji nods quickly, too turned on to care how eager he looks. She seems to enjoy it, anyway, if the light flush dusting her cheeks is any indication.
The hand covering Sanji’s aching arousal gives him one last, tight squeeze before pulling away. Sanji’s of a mind to complain, but before he can, those rough fingers are dipping under the waist of his boxers. He arches his hips helpfully, biting his lip when Jonathan tugs his underwear off.
Jonathan slips his broad hand under one of Sanji’s thighs again, bending it up until it’s pressed against his chest. He breathes an impressed hum, clearly taken with his flexibility, so Sanji spares him a brief glance. He knows he must look so disheveled, but Jonathan looks about as put together as he had when they came in, which naturally gets Sanji harder. He doesn’t even have it in him to be bashful about how exposed he is, either, not when both of them seem to appreciate the view so much.
As Jonathan’s reaching over and pulling out one of his desk drawers, Jessica draws her finger along the line of Sanji’s jaw, easily catching all of his attention again. She presses the pad of her thumb against his lips, so he opens up for her, cautiously swiping the tip of his tongue over her.
With an interested purr, she switches her thumb for two of her long fingers, pushing them mercilessly between his lips. He takes her easily, gazing up at her as he laves his tongue over them, eager to take whatever she’s willing to give him. She sighs at the feeling, thrusting her fingers between his lips achingly slow, and as he does his best to demonstrate just how good he is with his tongue, he gets to watch as her calculating stare goes molten hot.
Sanji’s so distracted by her attention that the slick press of Jonathan’s oil-covered fingers against him startles him slightly. He relaxes quickly enough, though, spreading his thighs for more.
“Well,” Jessica sighs, her arousal apparent in her pretty voice, “You’ve put on an acceptable display, I suppose. But don’t go thinking that I’m impressed.” Sanji shakes his head as best he can with her fingers stuffed in his mouth, which only pleases her more. She keeps stroking her fingers over his tongue, but her other hand goes back to unbuttoning her shirt, which catches his eye rather effectively. He watches helplessly, eating up every glimpse of fair skin she allows him as he winds his tongue over her.
As she’s untucking her unbuttoned shirt from the waist of her skirt, she slips her fingers out of his mouth and pulls the stiff fabric open, and Sanji can’t help the desperate whine that slips from between his flushed lips.
She’s not wearing anything under her uniform shirt except for a pretty, lacy bra the same deep red as her discarded ascot. Her cleavage looks fucking fantastic, her soft breasts pressed together so enticingly, and all Sanji wants is to bury his face between them and drown. He goes to voice as much, too, but before he can start, Jonathan takes the opportunity to work the tip of his finger into him, which effectively robs him of any words he might’ve cobbled together.
Jonathan’s fingers are so much thicker than his own, or even than most of the men he’s allowed to touch him. They’re deliciously rough, speaking to years of hard physical work, and just the one is already filling him up more than two of his own. Sanji can’t help the shaky sound he breathes, nor the way he bucks his hips into the feeling.
Letting her shirt hang loosely from her shoulders, Jessica grips Sanji’s fuzzy chin and directs his eyes back to her, so he has no choice but to show her just how much he’s enjoying her husband’s finger spreading him open. If anything, Sanji’s growing desperation just fuels her, so he feels no shame in panting and rocking his hips again, all but riding Jonathan’s finger as he takes in her gloriously bare skin.
“What an adorable thing I’ve captured,” she sighs. She soothes her thumb over his parted lips, but before he can suck her in again, she pulls away and slides off the desk, much to Sanji’s chagrin.
Jonathan chuckles at that, then buries his finger deep and crooks it right into Sanji’s sweet spot. His vision goes hazy as he arches into the feeling, gasping quietly, but he pulls himself together in time to hear Jonathan say, “You sure know how to pick them.”
The look on Jessica’s face is decidedly smug, which has Sanji’s cock twitching heavily against his stomach. Rather than respond, she busies herself with gathering up the long, flowing fabric of her skirt, then slipping her hands beneath. Sanji watches, rapt, as she hooks her fingers into her panties, then slides them down and off, and god, even from here Sanji can see the dark, wet evidence of her arousal staining the pretty red fabric.
He curses raggedly, his eyes briefly fluttering closed. He wonders if she’s going to stuff her panties into his mouth too, gag him with soaked lace, let him desperately lick her taste off of them, but when he opens his eyes again, she’s already tossing them aside. Before he can mourn the loss, he’s distracted by her clever hands hitching her skirt up again, tying the fabric in a loose, fluffy knot against her hip.
With her skirt tied up, Sanji can see so much of her bare thighs. He’s so entranced by the sight, and by the subtle, wet smear between them that he almost misses Jonathan working another finger against him.
As thick as they are, it’s impossible to actually miss. He pushes two fingers into him, his touch slow and patient as Sanji struggles to take him, his breath panting out humid as his head falls back against the desk. He forces himself to relax for him, and also forces himself to not wonder how fat Jonathan’s cock must be, for the sake of his own sanity.
Fortunately, as Jonathan’s burying his fingers deep, Jessica graces Sanji with another wonderful distraction.
He blinks his hazy eyes open in time to watch Jessica kneel on the desk, her smile cruel and teasing once more. That much already has his breath hitching, but then she crawls closer, and before he can even try to figure out what’s going on, she’s kneeling over him, her thighs spread wide around his shoulders.
All Sanji can think to do is whimper, his nails dragging along the smooth surface of the desk, tightening hard around Jonathan’s steadily-moving fingers.
God, she’s so wet. She’s flushed dark and beautiful, too, a neat patch of golden curls glistening with the clear slick dripping between her folds, her clit just barely peeking out of its soft hood, and once again, all Sanji wants is to bury his face into her and drown.
He breathes another raw, needy sound, his hips bucking into Jonathan’s broad hands. Those fingers curve into him again, which only drives him crazier, but he forces his eyes to stay open, unwilling to waste a single second of her time.
With an almost affectionate purr, Jessica combs her nails through his bangs, but she doesn’t brush them away. She leaves his eye covered, trailing her fingers down his face, down his neck, clearly appreciative of the bob of his throat as he swallows heavily. She pulls her fingers away then, but before he can even consider complaining, he stares widely as she presses them against herself instead.
As he watches her languidly draw the pads of her fingers over her clit, Sanji squeezes tight around the ones inside him, earning him a low, affected groan. That just sends another flare of heat all through him, leaving his thighs shaking, grateful now that Jonathan still has one leg firmly pinned to his chest.
“Tell me, naughty little mouse,” Jessica breathes, which easily drags another moan out of him. “What makes you think you deserve this?”
Sanji bites his lip, watching helplessly as she soothes slow, lazy circles over her clit. He’s eager to please, though, so he tears his eyes away and looks up at her, at the faint flush dusting her face, his heart fluttering wildly. She’s so beautiful, so enticing, but fortunately this is an easy question for him to answer.
“I-I don’t, Miss Jessica,” he whispers honestly, his voice trembling.
He’s bewitched by the flutter of her long eyelashes, but he doesn’t miss Jonathan’s breathless chuckle. “Ah, I can see why you like him so much.”
Jessica hums roughly, sounding more affected than she has this whole time. That sends a pleased shiver down Sanji’s spine, pride swelling in his chest. She bites her lip and looks down at him again, then presses her fingers further between her thighs, dipping two of them where she’s wettest. The subtle sound has Sanji’s back arching, his lips parting desperately, hoping that she’ll have the kindness to shove those fingers into his mouth again, to let him taste her.
She looks like she’s genuinely considering it, too, lazily thrusting them deeper, but instead she frowns over her shoulder at her husband and huffs, “Hurry up, would you? I want to see his face.”
Sanji breathes a keening little moan at that, already spreading his thighs as much as he can with Jonathan still folding him in half. If he’s affected at all, Jonathan barely shows it, instead humming obligingly as he eases his fingers out of Sanji.
Before he can whine about it, Sanji hears the quiet metal clink of Jonathan unfastening his belt, and at this point it’s all he can do to not outright beg, focusing instead on the steady movements of Jessica’s fingers between her thighs. Her palm covers most of her, but Sanji feels that’s probably intentional. He also feels that it’s probably for the best, because even the soft, wet sounds are already getting to him, leaving him feverish, desperate to please her, desperate to satisfy her any way she’ll allow him.
The subtle crinkle of plastic barely registers to him, but he definitely notices the torn foil wrapper Jonathan tosses on the desk where he can see it. He can hear the shuffle of skin on skin, then of Jonathan spreading oil over himself, but before Sanji can think to comment on any of it, Jonathan’s pressing the thick, heavy head of his cock against him, hot even through the condom, and all coherent thought flies out of his mind.
As Jonathan works his cock into him, taking him in slow, firm thrusts, Sanji’s eyes roll closed, his lips parting around a breathless, noisy moan.
Just as he’d suspected, Jonathan is big, spreading him almost more than he can take and already leaving him speechless. He arches his hips, panting unevenly, and one hand flies out to grip the edge of the desk crushingly tight in an attempt to center himself. He takes Jonathan deeper with every steady roll of his hips, his moans growing shakier, needier the more he’s given, those big, rough hands gripping his thighs tight and holding them open for him. Even without that strong hold, though, Sanji would still be spreading his thighs wide, offering himself to the man between them without a second thought.
With one last, firm thrust, Jonathan buries himself to the hilt, his ragged groan clearly impressed. As he helplessly wriggles his hips, Sanji whines at how hard Jonathan is inside him, all silk and steel, his cock stretching him open without a shred of mercy.
If the overwhelming feeling of being stuffed full wasn’t reward enough, Jessica breathes a quiet moan above him, the slick sounds of her fingers inside her coming faster. She’s sitting on Sanji’s chest now, but he’s far from minding her slight weight. If anything, the contact is soothing, anchoring, bringing his head back out of the clouds enough that he can open his eyes again.
It takes a moment for his vision to come into focus, but he still catches the way she hitches her skirt up so he can see, even if all she’s allowing him is the rhythmic press of her knuckles. Her fingers shine in the low light, all but dripping, which is already almost more than Sanji can handle. He swallows heavily, his breath unsteady, and drags his gaze up her smooth stomach, over the soft curves of her breasts, along the slender line of her throat, until their eyes meet again. Foggy as he might be, there’s no mistaking the deep, aroused flush painted over her pretty face, which fills him again with an earnest sort of pride.
“Y-you’re so beautiful, Miss,” he whispers reverently, his voice hoarse with pleasure.
Her lips part slightly, but she manages to keep her cool, even as her fingers move just a little more quickly.
“Aren’t you sweet,” she hums. Her voice is admirably steady, which only gets Sanji hotter, her composure serving to break him down even further. “Move, Jonathan.”
“As you wish.” Jonathan soothes his hands up Sanji’s trembling thighs, then wraps his strong fingers around his bony hips, easily pinning him to the desk. Sanji manages to wind his legs around Jonathan’s waist, clinging to him for support without an ounce of shame, but if the winded groan it earns him is any indication, Jonathan doesn’t mind.
When he starts moving, he does so slow and easy, panting quietly at the feeling. Sanji digs his teeth into his lip and stares up at Jessica, the hold on his hips too strong for him to squirm around. He wants more, though, so greedy for their attention, so he uses his powerful legs to pull Jonathan into him harder, silently urging him on. Fortunately, Jonathan allows it, kindly letting Sanji coax him into a deep, rutting pace that has his head falling back against the desk, moaning brainlessly.
As amazing as it feels, Sanji still snaps to attention when Jessica grips his chin again. His eyes flutter open, his vision hazy as she leans over him to say, “Look at you, taking my husband so well.”
Sanji can’t help the whimper that escapes him, his hands scrambling against smooth wood. The sound lights a spark in her dark eyes, subtly licking her lips as she looks him over, her gaze openly admiring.
“You were right earlier, when you said you don’t deserve it,” she breathes, tilting her head. “But, now you’ve been so well-behaved for me.” Sanji gnaws on his lip, searching for the words to express his gratitude but struggling to find them around the feeling of Jonathan’s cock dragging hard all along his prostate.
Jessica doesn’t seem to mind his speechlessness, instead easing her fingers out of herself, and before he can even think to beg, she’s leaning closer and murmuring, “Would you like a reward, little mouse?”
Words still just out of his reach, Sanji nods desperately, aching for her touch. He doesn’t even know what she’s offering him, but he doesn’t really care, either.
At this point, he’ll take anything she’s willing to give him.
Clearly pleased, Jessica sits up, then hitches her skirt up again, shamelessly displaying the dripping mess she’s making of herself. Sanji breathes a tortured moan, his hips bucking into Jonathan’s steady pace, and even though the feeling has his vision swimming, he finally manages to gasp, “Th-thank you, Miss, thank you—”
Both Jessica and Jonathan groan at that, so clearly pleased by his eagerness, and that thought alone almost tips him over the edge. He somehow holds himself back, though, entirely fueled by the feverish need to be good for her.
Intent on rewarding him, Jessica kneels over him again, and this time she lowers her hips to him, sitting on his face without a shred of remorse. Sanji can barely breathe, but he also couldn’t care less if he tried, instead desperately pressing his lips against her. As he drags his tongue through her soaked folds, then up to her clit, he moans brainlessly, so enraptured by the taste of her, the wetness so easily soaking his face that just about everything else ceases to matter.
He gets to work, lapping his tongue over her clit and drawing steady little circles with the tip. His attention earns a shaky sigh from her, her narrow fingers threading into his hair and pulling only serving to encourage him. He seals his lips over her with a ragged moan, unable to think around Jonathan pounding his cock into him, and around the exquisite taste flooding his senses. All he can do is quickly flick his tongue against her, reverently tracing the shape of her before licking deeper, his tongue slipping inside her with an obscene ease that has his eyes crossing.
The sensation has her grinding onto his face, her head falling back as she pulls him closer, urging him deeper. His hands scrabble for purchase again, but this time he feels Jonathan’s broad fingers close gently around his wrists, easing his clawed grasp away from the desk.
“Jessica, my love—”
“Yes, yes,” she pants, “You may touch me.”
With a pleased, rumbling sound, Jonathan coaxes Sanji’s hands up further, guiding him into resting them on her narrow waist even as he fucks him harder, and between the feeling of her soft skin and the fat cock fucking him brainless, all Sanji can do is whine for them.
Now that he can feel the heat of her skin, the tensing of her strong muscles as she rides his face, Sanji has to struggle so much harder not to come. He pours what little focus he can dredge up into working his tongue harder, fucking it into her as best he can manage. She arches into the feeling, her delicate spine curving in a way Sanji desperately wishes he could see, while simultaneously being grateful that he can’t.
Trying his best not to think about how gorgeous Jessica must look, Sanji licks into her once more, then drags his tongue back up to her clit, moaning raggedly at the clean, perfect taste of her overwhelming him. He seals his lips over her and sucks gently, but his feeble concentration is broken by a flurry of rough, deep thrusts from Jonathan, those rough hands holding him down as he takes every inch of him.
Sanji’s eyes roll closed, muffling his noisy moans against Jessica, which just seems to drive her wilder. She grinds her hips against him, using his tongue like it’s her property, and with as empty as his head is, all Sanji can do is offer it to her gladly, licking over her whenever she gives him the space.
With her fucking his mouth so thoroughly, Sanji lets his hands wander, slowly, cautiously trailing his fingers up her sides, over her ribs. She doesn’t stop him, so he slips his touch up further, until finally he curves his hands over her breasts.
It doesn’t even matter that she’s still wearing her bra. He can still feel the heat of her, and the tips of his fingers sink into the unbearably soft skin of her breasts, hypnotized by the rhythmic bounce as she moves her hips, quick and steady. She even arches into the touch, letting him feel her, but it’s the quiet, shaky moan she breathes when he squeezes that drives Sanji dangerously close to the edge.
He can’t exactly warn them, nor beg for mercy, not with his mouth being so thoroughly used. That just makes it even harder to hold on, though, arousal jolting all through him, flooding his brain, leaving his legs tightening around Jonathan’s waist, squeezing around his cock, his muffled moans frantic even as he sucks Jessica’s clit between his lips.
Sensing his struggle, Jessica breathes a winded laugh, her fingers soothing through his hair. “You’re close, aren’t you, little mouse?” Sanji can’t say anything, can’t even nod, so he just whines, and fortunately, she understands. She moans sweetly, her voice leaving him arching away from the desk, then sighs, “Hah, a-alright, pretty thing. But don’t you dare stop moving your tongue.”
With her permission, Sanji lets go, his mind going blissfully blank.
He draws so, so tight around Jonathan, who shoves himself deep with a rumbling moan and grinds into him, rough and demanding. Even that slight movement drives Sanji higher, his hips bucking hard as he spills hot and messy over his stomach. As he comes, he buries his sobbing moans against Jessica, somehow still managing to obey her command, lapping his tongue over her like it’s all he knows how to do. He can’t even summon the will to do anything fancy, either; he keeps his mouth moving on brainless desperation, his pathetic sounds pressed all against her, and even with as high as he is, ears ringing, he can still feel perfectly when she blesses him with her orgasm.
With a stuttering moan, she fucks her hips against his tongue, riding him hard and exquisitely wet. Sanji can feel her twitching, so he chases that feeling with his tongue as best he can, rewarded with a hitched gasp, and with her fingers pulling hard on his hair.
Sanji’s long since finished coming by the time she starts coming down, as has Jonathan. He allows her to use him for as long as she wants, though, her orgasm long and fulfilling, if the sated pitch of her moans is any indication. He just groans for her as she rocks her hips, soothing his hands along her ribs feather-light, until finally she shakily lifts herself up onto her knees, then collapses back onto his chest with a pleased sigh.
Jonathan breathes a low whistle, then delicately pulls out. Without concern for how gelatinous Sanji is, Jonathan easily shifts him and Jessica up the desk so he’s not quite so close to falling off, then comes to lean his hip against the desk next to him. “I think you broke him, dear.”
If anything, Jessica just looks smug, subtly biting her lip as she takes in the soaked mess she made of Sanji. Head fuzzy, all Sanji can do is gaze up at her, licking the taste of her off his lips and savoring it as best he can. He catches movement out of the corner of his eye, glancing over to watch Jonathan carefully pull his condom off, then tie it off with practiced ease.
He wanders away to dispose of it, so Sanji blinks back up at Jessica, still too spaced out to find his words. She breathes a sympathetic hum, then soothes her knuckles down his cheek, her pretty lips curved into a gentle smile that makes him want to melt.
“Well, little mouse,” she purrs, “Against all odds, you’ve somehow managed to satisfy me again.”
Sanji whimpers for her, his hips arching pathetically. Her smile widens, her gaze warm, any hint of her previous ire toward him missing entirely. It leaves him feeling so fuzzy, so cared for, her slight weight doing so much to help center him. Even as she leans over and fishes through the top drawer of Jonathan’s desk, she lets her other hand soothe through his hair, petting him gently until she finds what she’s looking for with a triumphant sound.
He watches as she unwraps a sweet of some kind, biting off a little corner of it herself before coaxing the rest between his lips. With as dedicated a chef as she is, Sanji’s pretty sure she’s far above using food to do him harm, so he doesn’t hesitate to suck the candy into his mouth, soothed even further by the sweet, fruity taste flooding over his tongue.
Unfortunately, before she can bring him all the way back, alarms clamor outside, followed by gunfire and the frantic sweep of searchlights.
She bolts upright and glares out the window. “Right now? God, what horrible timing.”
Jonathan strides back over to them, fully uniformed, his face pinched. “We have no time left, dove.”
“I know, I sense them too...” She grumbles to herself, then leans over him again, her concern obvious. “Does anyone on your ship know how to help you?”
It takes Sanji a moment, but he nods, curling his tongue around the candy. “I can—I think I’m okay to get back to them.”
“If you’re sure,” she says dubiously.
He tries to give her a reassuring smile, but she’s not having it. She frames his face with her hands and leans down to him, pressing her soft lips against his forehead, his nose, his cheek, before finally climbing off of him. His heart flutters, but he shakes his head and sits up, vacantly wiping her come off his face with his sleeve.
Harried by the alarms, Sanji’s quick to dress himself again, accepting stray pieces of clothing as they’re tossed to him. He lets Jonathan wipe his stomach clean with a tissue, too, broad hands surprisingly gentle, before buttoning his shirt and pulling a cigarette out of the chest pocket.
While Jonathan’s getting himself situated in his chair, trying very much to look like he hadn’t just fucked a pirate over his desk, Jessica tightens her neat bun, looking admirably put together. Not a hair out of place.
She crosses the room to turn out the light, not even slightly surprised to see Sanji trailing after her like a lost puppy. With a kind smile, she brushes her knuckles over his cheek, then murmurs, “Run home, little mouse. Quickly now.” Sanji knows he’s giving her that wobbly, lovestruck smile of his, but if anything, it just seems to amuse her.
He also knows he has to leave, though. He’s already been gone too long as it is, and the thought of Chopper’s frantic concern shakes some sense back into him.
Jessica turns on her heel and strides back over to Jonathan, who beams at her, then loudly announces, “Oh, I’m so distracted by my incredibly beautiful wife. I sure hope our prisoner doesn’t take this opportunity to escape our clutches yet again.”
Sanji grins widely, and without another word, rushes out the door and sprints down the hall.
Yeah, he’ll head back to his ship... right after a quick detour to the storeroom.
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As Sanji had expected, Zoro’s the first one to notice, and he only has to glance at Sanji to know where his head’s at. They’re still desperately trying to get out, but when they pile downstairs to prepare for what might be their dumbest escape plot yet, Zoro finds the kindness to pull Sanji aside, one warm hand wrapped around the nape of his neck.
“You get interrupted?”
Sanji hums, his candy long gone but the taste still sweet on his tongue. “I’m okay.”
Zoro gives him a flat look, but takes his word for it. He wipes his hand over Sanji’s forehead, Jessica’s lip gloss leaving a hint of glitter on his palm, then leans his own head against him, close enough that their noses brush. Even with the frantic footsteps clamoring all around them and the Navy breathing down their necks, Zoro’s rumbling voice is soft, calming as he murmurs, “Cutting it pretty close, horny cook. With marines, too? Play it safer next time.”
Fisting his hand loosely in Zoro’s haramaki, Sanji allows him to coax him the rest of the way back down, soothed as always by the sturdiness of his body. “Worth.”
“Yeah, I bet.” Zoro pulls away, glancing him over again. Seemingly satisfied that Sanji’s fully back on this planet, he wrinkles his nose disdainfully. “You fucking reek, by the way.”
Highly affronted, Sanji sticks his tongue out at him. “I don’t wanna hear that from the guy that bathes once a week.”
Zoro goes to retort, but Usopp starts wailing about how very little he wants to be the Impact Dial’s first victim, sending them both scrambling into action.