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hot-jujutsushi-in-your-area · 4 months

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So uh. Choso x reader smut fic under the cut. I haven't written anything in a while and never anything in second person but i think it turned out kinda nice.

The reader character has a dick but is otherwise never gendered so do with that whatever you want ;)

This fic has uhh: top & dom (on the softer side) reader, bottom & sub Choso, edging, anal sex, praise & light degradation, spit, crying from overstimulation. Abt 2.1k words

No warnings that i could think of apply

Enjoy<3

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"How're you doing, baby, still ok?", you ask, brushing your lips against Choso's jaw as you slow your thrusts and then carefully pull out, edging your partner for the third time within the past hour and drawing a desperate whine from his pretty lips.

"Mmm yeah s'good so good", he manages to get out between heavy breaths. "Got so close again".

He's a gorgeous sight underneath you: His dark hair is fanned out on the pillow beneath him, a few strands sticking to his forehead. Face flushed red and lips parted as he takes in deep, shaky breaths, trying to deal with the tension and pleasure that had built up in him that he once again did not get to release yet.

His legs are still wrapped around your waist and his hands have moved from where they were clawing at your back to resting on your shoulders. Between you his hard cock is still leaking precum against his stomach. It was some sort of miracle he hadn't come yet, right now he looked like the smallest touch could send him over the edge.

You wait patiently until Choso's breathing slows a bit and his hands on your shoulders start drawing idle patterns on your skin. Leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his lips, you move one of your hands to stroke over his broad chest, feeling his breath hitch in his throat when you find one of his nipples and rub it carefully.

"You're being so good for me, Choso", you sigh into his mouth, making a quiet moan fall from his lips in response.

"What do you want to do next baby, tell me. Do you want me to edge you again?"

Choso shakes his head.

"Aww do you wanna cum, baby?", you smile and drop a kiss on his nose.

"Please", he rasps. "Please fuck me until i cum and then keep going. I want you to rail me, I want you to fuck my brains out".

Now it's your turn to let out a desperate little moan, his words making another wave of arousal wash over you.

"Fuck that's hot, Choso. Of course. Anything you want"

You lean in for a kiss again, open mouthed and rough this time, moaning shamelessly when Choso slides his tongue into your mouth. He's a good kisser, knowing exactly what to do to make you weak in the knees.

You reluctantly pull away after a little while, sitting up between Choso's legs and laying your hands on his thighs.

"Do you wanna keep this position or do you wanna switch it up?", you ask.

"Mm I wanna stay like this", Choso says. "I like that I can see your face"

"I like being able to see your face, too. Especially because I plan on making you come so hard you'll see stars", you grin and squeeze his thighs.

Choso groans at that, throwing his head back against the pillows.

"Well don't just sit there and talk then"

"Oh aren't we desperate", you tease, leaning over to grab the lube from the nightstand. You make a bit of a show out of spreading it over your length, stroking yourself slowly and making sure Choso gets a good view of it.

"I'm gonna give you what you need, baby, don't you worry"

You put your hands back on his thighs to spread his legs a bit further before taking your cock in hand and lining yourself up with his entrance.

Choso lets out a content sigh as you slowly push in, breath catching in his throat when you bottom out inside him and lean down again, holding yourself up on your forearms on either side of his face.

"One last thing, can you tell me the safewords one more time?", you ask, dropping a kiss on Choso's cheek.

"Mm stoplight system and if i can't talk i tap u on the back or shoulder twice if i want to stop, we went over this less than an hour ago", he chuckles at the last part.

"Good, good, just making sure", you nuzzle against his jaw, grinding your hips against his.

"More, please", Choso sighs in your ear, strong arms wrapping around your back.

You speed up your movements, pulling out further before thrusting back into him with more force. You know you found the perfect angle you had earlier again when Choso gasps out a string of curses and clenches around your dick.

"Mmm you feel so good around my cock", you moan into his ear. "Take it so well, baby".

You feel Choso's fingers dig into your back as he buries his face into the crook of your neck to muffle his moans.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Y-yeah, but please", he gasps against your chest. "Please go harder"

"Of course, baby", you move one hand to grab his hips, holding him in place as you snap your hips forward with forecful motions. Choso is trembling in your arms, holding on tightly and gasping your name as you fuck into him fast and rough, giving him exactly what he had asked you for.

The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your slick cock sliding in and out. You revel in the obscenity of it, bringing your hand up from Choso's hip to grip at his hair and yank his head back from where he is still trying to muffle his choked off moans against your shoulder.

"Don't be so shy, Choso", you coo. "Let me hear how much you love it"

A desperate, loud whine escapes Choso's lips as he dips his head back against the pillows, tears beading at the corners of his eyes. You lean forward to kiss them away.

"So good, baby, so good for me", you praise him. "Letting me tease and edge and use you and taking it all so perfectly. My gorgeous little slut."

A noticeable shiver runs over Choso's body at the new term and his hands grip tighter at your back.

"Mh did you like that, baby? Do you like it when i call you my slut?".

You momentarily slow down your thrusts a little to give him room to answer, grinning widely when he gives you an eager nod.

Sitting up you pick up the pace again, gripping his hips with both hands as you continue pounding into him. Choso's arms fall to the mattress at his sides, yanking at and punching into the sheets as pleasure coils in his stomach. His cock is still straining against his abdomen, flushed red and hard, leaking a steady trickle of precum.

You give his hips a squeeze before moving one hand up to splay it over his chest, then slowly, teasingly smoothing it down his torso to where he desperatly needs some attention.

Choso cranes his head down to watch, mouth hanging slack as he follows the movements of your hand as you pick up some precum with your fingers and bring them to your mouth to suck them between your lips, coating them generously in your spit and moaning at the taste of him on your tongue.

When you look back at Choso's face he seems to have managed to blush an even darker shade of red and you give him a wink before finally taking your slicked up fingers and rubbing them up and down the underside of his cock. He gasps at the contact, fighting the urge to screw his eyes shut to be able to keep watching.

You wrap your hand fully around his cock, stroking up in a twisting motion experimentally but still not quite happy with the lubrication.

"Choso, look at me", you command and his eyes snap up to meet yours. His pupils are blown wide with arousal, his chest heaving as he takes deep breaths.

You hold eye contact with him as you gather spit in your mouth, letting it dribble past your lips and onto your hand and the head of his cock. Choso sucks in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily as you start moving your hand again, spreading your spit and his precum over his length.

"F-fuck", he whispers, hips twitching up into your touch.

You fall into a steady rythm, stroking his slick cock in sync with the thrusts of your hips, watching as the tension in Choso's body builds and builds, his hands twisting into the sheets and his head thrown back.

It doesn't take much longer until he's there, spilling white over your hand and his abdomen as he trembles and gasps while you continue to fuck him through the waves of his orgasm.

"Fuck yeah, love how you feel coming on my cock, you're doing so well baby", you moan, dizzy with how good it feels to have him clench down on your dick.

Choso's slowly coming down from his high, cock spent and softening, laying against his stomach in a puddle of his own cum.

You keep going, grinding your hips against Choso's ass, shoving yourself deep inside him. He had wanted you to fuck his brains out so that's what you were going to do. And if the desperate whimpers falling from his lips as you fucked him into overstimulation were any indication, you were on the right path for that.

"D-don't stop", Choso manages to gasp out.

You lean down for a brief kiss, nibbling on his bottom lip before pulling away again.

"You really are a greedy little slut, huh", you tease him. "Already made you cum on my cock and you still need to be fucked more."

You time your words with a harsh snap of your hips, pleased with the loud moan it forces out of Choso's throat.

"But don't worry, baby", you continue, grazing your teeth against his neck. "I'm here to give you what you need. Just don't blame me when you can't walk tomorrow"

With that you sit up again, coaxing Choso's legs away from where they're wrapped tightly around your waist to hoist them up and hook them over your shoulders instead. The new angle makes both of you shiver and you slow down your thrusts to savour the feeling of sliding in and out of that slick, tight heat, the way Choso tenses and squeezes around you when you grind the tip of your cock against his prostate. It feels so fucking good, kneeling there pressed deep inside him, holding his hips and thighs in place with an iron grip.

You chuckle when you feel Choso squirm underneath you.

"Mhh so impatient", you scold him playfully and can't help a laugh as he almost yelps when you abruptly speed up the pace, going back to fucking him fast and rough, chasing your own orgasm now.

"Mm baby gonna cum inside you, gonna fill you up so good", you moan, pleasure coiling deep inside your abdomen as you slam into him again and again.

"Pl-please", Choso whines, tears beading at the corners of his eyes again.

"F-fuck I love getting to ruin you like this" you gasp out, feeling your own high approaching fast. "So close fuck I'm so close".

Moments later you're there, shoving your cock as deep inside Choso as you can, filling him up with your cum, grinding back into the sticky mess you're making.

Choso's almost sobbing, tears streaming down his face at the amount of stimulation, a small amount of cum dribbling out of his only half hard cock as he trembles and shivers through an attempt at a second orgasm.

You mercilessly ride out your climax inside him until you're fully spent, collapsing against him with your cock still buried deep inside. The room is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and Choso's hiccups as you both come down from your highs. God he's adorable. You let Choso's legs slide off your shoulders and lay them onto the bed again.

He gives you a lopsided smile, looking positively fucked out but happy, with his tear streaked cheeks and messy dark hair sticking to his forehead.

You carefully pull out, deeply satisfied when your cum slowly dribbles out of him afterwards.

"Glad we put a towel down", you note at the mess, crawling up to press a gentle kiss to Choso's lips.

"You were fucking amazing", you sigh into his mouth. "Took everything so well"

"Mmh felt so good", Choso slurs against your lips. "M'so tired now tho"

"You can fall asleep if you want to, I'll get us cleaned up" you smile at him before pressing more kisses to the tattoo on his nose, his cheeks and his forehead. "Try to drink some water before you doze off tho"

You lean over to grab a bottle of water from the nightstand and hand it to him, before getting up fully and making your way to the bathroom to grab a washcloth. Or maybe three.

#choso x reader #choso x gn reader #choso x male reader #choso smut #choso x you #s.txt #my writing #i guess thats a tag now uhhh #lmao #not sfw

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sanjifucker42069 · 7 months

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Looks Like Lingerie to Me - Part Two

Word Count: 1.4k

Part 1

A belated and awkward part 2. I’ll start writing part 3 in the morning (it’s like 1am lmao)

For those who need a visual aid, here. (oof feels like wattpad or quotev but girlypops i am cringe but i am free. it isnt a perfect representation, but its pretty accurate. titilating, no? ;) )

Warnings: Lingerie lmao…this is pretty short, and is just a set-up for part 3. A lot of this is my own feelings surrounding cis men in lingerie. As with part 1 gender neutral reader. Yeah! Hope you enjoy!

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Sanji couldn't stop thinking about it. You thought he'd look hot in lingerie? You thought he looked slutty?

It had overtaken every waking moment. Any time he wasn't focused on a task all he could see was the dumb stare you gave him, eyes focused on his thighs.

He'd love to wear lingerie for you if it meant you'd stare at him like that.

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The Going Merry was docked, the Straw Hats carrying out their duties, and Sanji had a plan.

"I'm gonna go shopping. You coming (Name)? Sanji can carry our bags." Nami preened, looking absolutely glowing at the prospect of new clothes. Sanji bit his lip. He wanted to go with Nami and you, really he did, but if either of you caught on he'd die of embarrassment.

"You okay, Ji?"

Huh?

You were asking something.

"What? Oh, yeah, love. I'm fine. I'm afraid I have business to attend to on the island."

You blinked at him before smiling that dazzling smile up at him. He was smitten, his fortitude nearly wavering. "Of course. You do what you gotta do!"

Business his ass. Instead he hurried to check out the town.

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A small, seedy shop tucked away in an alley. Sanji entered the store warily. A small, old woman trotted out from the back. Sanji blanched. He didn't want to discuss this with a grandma!

"Hello young man, here for something for your wife?"

Sanji felt himself flush. He tried to wander around the store. "No, no-"

"Your girlfriend then?"

Ah. This grandmother didn't know when to quit.

"Not exactly?"

The old lady grabbed his arm. Sanji raised a brow, turning back to her. She was grinning at him, eyes narrowed and sparkling with something he couldn't place.

"Is it for you? Such a handsome young man as yourself."

What? Sanji's face was on fire. He was flustered beyond belief. His hands were lightly shaking, eyes darting around for anyone else in the store.

"Come with me darling. My name's Bea." The old lady chimed, dragging Sanji with her. "What colour were you thinking?"

"Oh, um." Sanji was panicking, voice high. Did she even have lingerie for men? "Blue?"

Bea hummed. "I do have blue, but I have a lovely pink set that would just make your skin pop."

Pink? Sanji didn't think it was possible to flush darker, and yet here he was. "I, uh, would it even fit me?"

"Of course sonny! You're quite slim." Bea swatted at his arm, patting his biceps for good measure as she led him through the store. "So, tell me about the lucky one."

"They're beautiful." Sanji began dreamily. Where should he even start? "The most gorgeous creature I've ever laid my eyes on. They have this laugh that just brightens up any room, and such a sense of humour. I’ve been smitten with them since I met them.”

“You two aren’t together?”

Sanji shook his head sadly. “No, no. We’re just good friends. They, uh… Do you know what shirt stays are?”

Bea laughed, patting the cook on the arm. “Say no more.”

She let go of him when they reached the back of the store. Sanji watched nervously as she carded through a rack of, well, did it really constitute clothing? Skimpy piece after skimpy piece were revealed.

And then he saw it.

It was a gorgeous baby pink. Bea ahhed as she removed it from the rack, holding it up to inspect it. She turned to face him, sizing him up next to the set. Sanji felt his throat go dry as he really took it in.

The set was a simple baby pink bralette, made from some kind of sheer lacy material with a flower motif. The plunging neckline was created to draw attention to the cleavage, and it was adorned with some delicate string of pearl-like decoration to highlight the collarbones. The panties were the same sheer material, clear that they weren’t to hide much. The sides of it were accentuated with cute ruffles that further added a feminine touch. Sanji felt lightheaded.

Finally, it was a beautiful pastel garter belt that sat in the middle, completing the look. It too was made from the same stretchy, sheer lace. It would wrap around the waist, strategic cutouts to accentuate the waist, hips, and the bellybutton. The central cutout had a simple chain of pearls to add interest and movement. Four satin-looking ribbons led from bottom front and back, with clips attached to hold up stockings.

Oh, maybe his shirt stays were kinda…

Nonetheless, it was breathtaking. Sanji had clearly marvelled at it for too long, as Bea chuckled, causing him to flush red. The old woman, lingerie in hand, led him to a mirror.

“I’m…I can’t.”

Bea just chuckled, holding the hanger up against him. “Look in the mirror boy, I’ve been making lingerie for fifty years. This suits you.”

Sanji obeyed her, staring at himself in the mirror. What he saw took his breath away. He looked a mess, face red and hair messy. He had to hand it to the old woman, the colour was flattering against him. Even the cut looked good. Sanji shifted from foot to foot, anxiety creeping in. He wasn’t really sure how he felt about looking so…so feminine.

Sanji was a man. It wouldn’t be right for him to wear something so delicate and gorgeous. Right? Of course women’s clothing was beautiful, the fabrics they used, the stylish designs he’d seen the girls on the ship sport. Men’s clothing just, well it was meant to be masculine and boring. Right? He couldn’t let himself give in to that want to feel pretty, that would be wrong.

Right?

Bea, clearly noticing his inner struggle, scoffed.

“Sonny.”

“Sanji.” “Right. Sonny, I’ve been doing this for a long time.” “You, uh, you already said that.”

“I know that!” Bea snapped, swatting at him. Sanji’s gaze drifted back to the pink lace. “I’ve been doing this for a long time. When I started, well, I made boring beige bras and the same lacy black underwear again, and again, and again. I got bored. I got creative! And when I got creative, I became determined to make people feel pretty. People, Sonny, not women.”

Sanji went rigid, his throat was so dry. Was he that obvious? All he could make out was a simple, “Oh?”

Bea grinned. “Everyone deserves the right to feel pretty.” Sanji opened his mouth to speak but the old woman just held up a wrinkled hand. “Nope. Don’t care if you’re a ‘man’. Everyone. Sonny, one day you’ll realise that being a ‘man’ is more than just grunting like an ape, or never showing any vulnerability, or even having a penis. Man is a state of mind, and Sonny, the sooner you feel comfortable in who you are, the more beautiful life is going to be for you.”

Sanji felt breathless. “Really?”

“Really.” Bea nodded, a fondness in her eyes. “Come, we’ll get you a choker to go with it, I have just the one.”

Sanji felt a million miles away as Bea led him to the shop counter. She handled a delicate pink satin choker with care, presenting it to him. It was a giant bow, a simple snap holding it in place around the neck. Simple, but delicate. If Sanji was honest with himself, he liked it.

“Like a million berry! Your precious one will love you in it!” Bea smiled fondly at him. “So, Sonny, you buying?”

Sanji sucked in a deep breath. When he spoke his voice was foreign to him, a shakiness underlying the wispiness. Sanji felt like he was treading water, unsure and scared of the newness of it all. He could drown at any moment.

“Yeah.”

“Good, good!”

So Sanji paid. Bea took extra care to wrap the lingerie up in a delicate pink tissue paper. His own little present. She then promptly put it in an unmarked bag. She understood, shooting him a wink.

“So, anyone, huh?”

“Oh yes, yes. You see, originally I made them for my girlfriend when I was a much younger lady. She was a farmer’s daughter, wonderful girl, shared many a kiss with her, and then some! Now I make these lovely ones for my current husband. You remind me a lot of him, Sonny. You see he lets me wear this harness thing that I put in his a-”

“Thank you grandma, I’ll be out of here now!”

“Yes, yes. Good luck, Sonny! Stop by with your sweetie and get something nice one day, okay?” Bea waved her goodbyes from the doorway, smiling that same sweet old woman smile. Sanji clutched the bag to his chest tightly.

Right. Time to put the plan into place.

#one piece x reader #opla sanji x reader #sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader #opla x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #zeff didnt eat his own fucking leg for sanji to be called a vinsmoke but for tagging purposes i must #DONT START ME ON HOW MUCH I WANNA BEAT THE TOXIC MASCULINITY OUTTA THIS MAN.#me to judge: look what youve done. you fucked up a perfectly good babygirl thats what youve done #anyway....guess i need to actually make a masterlist lmAOOOOO #if you read all the tags: you think its gonna fit him like a glove??#lmao maybe one of those disposable gloves you pull on too tight ant one of the fingers rips and now your pinky is just hanging out? yeah

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