One by one, your clothing is removed from your body, folded haphazardly and placed in the hamper of dirty clothes.
Your feet pad against the tile floor of the ship's luxurious bathroom, seeming to echo in the quiet. Distant, muffled, you can still hear the noise of crew mates, partying into the night on the grassy desk of the Thousand Sunny. It had already gone on for hours now, the food eaten, Brook's music lightening the mood, and Franky's show of manliness as he flexed and danced the night away.
It was simple enough to sneak away, with only Jimbei noticing and giving you an understanding nod as you did so. Fatigue was clearly written on your face, and he wouldn't question the desire to get away from all of the unending celebration. Everyone had a limit, and you had reached yours.
The shower sputters to life as you twist the nozzle to the right. At first, the spray sends goosebumps across your bare skin, the cold temperature chilling the air around you before the heated water finally began to come through. You hold your hand beneath it, waiting for the temperature to rise to a comfortable level, stepping inside once steam began to rise from the heat.
An exhale of delight slips past your lips as the water cascades down your skin, blessedly hot, and you close your eyes to savor the sensation. Nothing beat a hot shower after a particularly exhausting day. It's close to scalding, melting away the tension and stress like it was butter.
You turn in place, back arching at the initial shock of heat on your skin. But within moments you've grown accustomed enough to stand there without care, your hair feeling heavier as it soaked up the water. A few passes of your hands through it drench it completely, and you wring it out with a splash to the floor.
You're in no rush, content to take your time now that you had it, basking in the peace this little moment afforded you. Though hearing the sound of the bathroom door open just a crack, you can't help but smile. Well, perhaps a little company wasn't so bad...
"Y/N?" Sanji calls hesitantly, as though it could be anyone else in here. The rest of the crew was present and accounted for on the main deck.
"Yes, Sanji?" You hum, voice reverberating within the confines of the shower. He recognizes your voice enough to enter further, the door closing behind him. You can't see him clearly through the fog of the glass, but his tall, lean stature is blatant enough. So is the head of blonde hair. "Did you need something?"
"No, just...wasn't sure where you'd gone off to. Wanted to be sure you were alright." Is his excuse, though you're certain there's something more underlying his words. He was never all that great at hiding his, ah...less than honorable intentions, after all. A man who wore his heart on his sleeve. "I guess there was no reason to worry."
"I'm fine. Just enjoying a nice, hot shower." You reach for the shampoo bottle, uncapping it and putting enough in the palm of your hand. "I really needed it after today. Those marines were persistent. Usually they don't follow us for so many kilometers. Really takes a lot out of a girl, fending off attacks all afternoon."
"Hmm. I shouldn't be interrupting then." He concludes, though you notice he makes no move to leave, just lingers in his spot by the entrance. You know he can't see your nude body clearly through the fogged glass, though you imagine his eyes are still on you, imagining the sight of your wet body. As you work the shampoo through your head, massaging the stuff through your hair methodically, you can't help but chuckle.
"You must feel exhausted as well, Sanji...all that fighting and then cooking such a big feast for the crew..." Sweet implication drips from your voice, low and steady as you speak, thighs rubbing together where you stand. The build-up always made the end result more enjoyable. "...join me?"
You think he lets out a breath, as if he'd been holding it, but you can't be sure over the sound of the shower's spray. What you do hear is the ruffle of clothing as he takes off his suit jacket, seeing his hazy image walking over to the hamper through the glass.
"How could I refuse such an offer from a woman so lovely?"
His restraint is admirable; rather than tear off his clothes in haste, he takes his time, laying them atop yours in the hamper. The air is charged, electric, with what was soon to come, obvious to the both of you even if it hadn't been outright spoken. Silence lay thick, palpable and enhanced by the swirling steam from the hot water. These little games you played were always so rewarding.
The indistinct black shape he'd been before taking off his suit is soon pale from his skin. And once fully naked, he approaches the glass door with measured steps, his form growing larger the closer he came. You close your eyes and turn around to rinse off the shampoo as he slides it open.
You feel his presence take up behind you, the door closing with a dull thud a moment after. He gasps a little at how hot you've got the water, but otherwise doesn't protest. Part of the water is blocked as you rinse off the shampoo when he steps in behind you.
Instinctively, you lean into his embrace when he slides your arms around your waist, his skin touching yours from shoulder down to your calves. Fingers glide against your stomach, a caress soft as silk. His lips find their way just behind your ear, settling there and placing feather-light kisses to the skin. You feel the way he hums in content, holding you close and breathing in your scent.
The building lust is momentarily forgotten as you stand there, together, the rest of the world falling away into unimportance. Sanji's hands glide further up, slowly. With patience. Then one starts the other direction, holding your hip, pressing you against him just that little bit more. The other continues its path up, through the valley of your breasts, to settle flat-palmed above where your heart beat a hard, steady rhythm.
You breathe deeply. His lips slip further down, along the side of your neck, the hair of his goatee grazing the sensitive area and causing you to shiver in his arms.
"Your heaven sent, Y/N...beautiful." When he whispers against your skin, barely audible even with him so close, you bite your lip. Oh, his words do so much to you. "More than I'll ever deserve..."
"Not true." You manage to mutter, swallowing past the growing flame of want that had settled in your gut. The longer he holds you to him, the more your mind drifts to things not so innocent. Perhaps you were just as perverted as him, when it came down to it. Not that you'd ever admit it.
"So soft..." He continues, the hand that had felt your heart now sliding down to grasp your breast. The gentleness is wonderful and torturous all in one. "Some days I can't tell if you're real...or the product of some perfect dream."
His thumb ghosts a line down straight over your nipple, drawing a pleased sigh from you. The sound seems to only make him more restless, prompting his fingers to roll the nubs between them. The pressure is never too much to hurt, but not nearly enough to rile you up further.
Your head lolls back, eyes closed, letting him touch you as he saw fit. He'd mastered the art of having you simmer in your pleasure, never building up too fast or losing the momentum. What a reminder that he was an expert with using his hands, in any situation...
You can feel something hard pressing against your ass, twitching and growing increasingly more prominent. His hips twitch, voice catching when he speaks. "I can't think straight...not when we're like this."
"Sanji." You breathe out, reaching up with one hand to card your fingers in his hair and another lower behind you to stroke the erection he couldn't help but rub against your backside. His embrace grows tighter as your fingers connect to the sensitive length, finding and swirling around the tip with promise. The sound of his little whine has you panting with want.
"Was this why you came looking for me?" You question unashamedly, feeling him swallow. "You wanted me this much?"
"Y/N..." Fuck, the sudden desperation in his voice is intoxicating. You're not sure how you're still standing, legs practically jelly at this point. The kisses he presses to your neck are fast and sloppy, laced with a need so potent it tingles your skin. "Let me have you...please. I'll do anything."
You moan in reply, heat licking down your spine and making your pussy throb, the absence of his length inside of you borderline painful. Him begging to have you was the biggest turn-on. He takes the way you shimmy your ass insistently against his cock as consent, fingers squeezing against your breast in appreciation.
His hips rut against you to seek friction against his erection, a whine escaping him, relief and frustration growing in tandem. It felt so good, but it could feel so much better, buried inside of you. What you wouldn't give for him to just stick his cock in and take you without prep.
But Sanji has other ideas, his hands on your hips guiding you to face the wall of the shower--thankfully not freezing from all the steaming water. Your hands brace themselves on each side of your head, forced to let go of him for now. The cook closes in behind you, molding his toned body with yours and teasing the length of his cock between your thighs, the slide of it between them deliciously promising.
Your back stretches out as he leans in, mouthing open kisses against the back of your shoulder. "So perfect..." He mumbles into your skin. "My angel, my love...my Y/N."
Thighs squeezing his cock between them, cheek planted against the hot tiles of the shower, you ass presses back against his pelvis, begging without words for what you wanted. And of course, being the giving lover he is, Sanji doesn't think to deny you what you desire.
He pulls back, and you miss the bulge of his cock between your thighs for only a moment, the tip pushing against your entrance with slow satisfaction. He prods once, then twice a little further in, testing your stretch and tightness. But the third push goes deeper still and simultaneously knocks your breath away. Nails claw uselessly against the smooth tile wall, a long, drawn-out moan pulling from your open mouth.
"Oh, love...Y-Y/N..." He breathes in absolute bliss, holding still when he was fully sheathed to feel your walls grow accustomed to his intrusion. You feel him shudder behind you, overcome by the wave of pleasure you send through his body. "Fuuuuck..."
Hearing your gentleman's crude curse makes your cunt throb with such need, it's impossible not to moan in tandem with him. It's nearly impossible to breathe in the combination of steam and your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You feel a heat stir in your belly hotter than even the water cascading down on your bodies. Whatever you might have wanted to say catches in your throat as he slowly pulls out to push just as gently back inside of you, taking his time and savoring your wetness around his throbbing cock.
But even he can't hold himself back forever. He lasts the duration of 4 or 5 intimate, loving thrusts before his hips stutter and he chokes out a groan, forehead lowering to the top of your spine as his pace speeds up little by little. The sound is incredibly erotic.
You jolt with each snap of his hips, pushing you harder against the wall. The stretch of your back and the way his cock fits so tightly in your pussy, you'll be sore once all was said and done. But you don't regret it a moment, listening to the way your combined moans echo around the bathroom freely. The thought of the crew hearing from the deck doesn't even cross your mind. Sanji has consumed your mind with the way he takes your body so desperately.
In between his delightfully eager moans, he never seems to stop mumbling his admiration for you, mindless praise you know is his wholehearted belief of your perfection. Speaking is difficult when he's worshiping you so reverently. You want so desperately to say something in return, to tell him you feel many of the same things about him, but the way his cock hits that one spot inside that has you seeing stars snatches the words right out of your mouth.
You don't realize you're sliding further down the shower wall, legs spreading apart wider so he can thrust a little deeper, until his hands tighten their grip on your hips, keeping you in place as he slams his cock into you with ferocity.
The subtle shift in angle, and the lack of movement on your part with him keeping you still, is enough to have your rising orgasm soar higher and higher, until you raggedly call his name in warning. Rather than slow down, he speeds up with exertion coloring each and every breath he exhales, rushing you to your peak. Your pleasure was his priority, regardless of how he felt about things. Giving you what you wanted...that was his life purpose.
Your gasp is choked and strangled, the tightening of your muscles around his still-moving cock only making your orgasm all the more intense. You shake in his grip, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut. Your hearing goes muffled for a moment, the rush of water and Sanji's surprised and appreciative moans as he feels your walls clamp down on his dick blending together into a mixture of noise you can't quite decipher properly. The world goes fuzzy, slowly coming back into focus as you come down from your lustful high.
By the time you manage to regain awareness, Sanji's already pulled out of you, cock resting against the top of your ass and his seed coating your back. Each panting breath is accompanied by a weak little groan, still riding the wave of pleasure you'd created together out to its last licks of sensation. You feel the way his arms shake where they hold onto your waist.
Standing there under the spray which is quick to erase the evidence of sex, you bask and savor the afterglow. Sanji's forehead is still pressed between your shoulder blades, mouth placing tiny, barely-fit kisses to the skin. You think he mutters something, but it's too quiet to make out over the sound of the water.
Eventually, he backs out of your personal space. You stand up straighter, back aching in protest from the adjustment of angle, before turning and seeing his flushed cheeks, wet hair, and lust-blown pupils taking in the sight of your face. Damn, you'd never get over the way he looked at you, day or night, anytime, anywhere. Like you were his everything.
Limbs still shaky and recovering from your strenuous activities, you pull his close and step under the direct spray of the shower head, deciding that finishing your relaxing shower was the best aftercare the two of you could think of after such an experience. He's of a similar mindset, more than happy to massage your body with your favorite shower gel and lotion to ease any strains or sore spots from his handling of you.
The rest of the shower is done in easy silence, hands caressing, massaging, smoothing, touching, and loving one another without hurry. You think to yourself, watching him brush your cheek with his thumb tenderly, that this man was truly heaven-sent. There was no one quite like him.
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