SanUso Drabbles 2, 3 and 4
Herp derp, seems sitting in campus commons despite the amount of activity frying my nerves is making me remember that I have drabbles to post.
Title: Giving and Receiving
Rating: M
Word Count: 251
Pairing: SanjixUsopp
Topic: Nude
“Hell. No.”
Usopp frowned, crossing his arms over his chest and refusing to pay attention to the shiver going down his spine. He was growing impatient with Sanji, who just moments ago panted and nearly begged for Usopp to keep touching and kissing and doing all of the right things to his body. The cook was completely responsive and more than willing to let Usopp do what he pleased until curious fingers reached an area he refused to let anyone touch.
“C’mon Sanji, you’re always telling me how good it feels, at least let me try it once?” Usopp asked, silently wishing the cook would stop leaving him hanging.
His answer was an even harder glare and a pout, Sanji’s hands reaching back to cover his rear. “You wanna do anything like that, you find someone else. My ass is off limits,” he grumbled. “In case you don’t remember, you’re the only guy I’d ever touch in a sexual way. That doesn’t mean I’m willing to bottom for it.”
Sighing and looking over their naked forms once more, Usopp let his shoulders slump and he touched Sanji’s arm. “Can I still take the lead?” he asked.
Sanji chuckled, tugging Usopp closer and falling back so they lay on the floor. He pushed one knee between Usopp’s thighs, rubbing just enough to tease him, and bit Usopp’s bottom lip. Usopp wiggled and practically shrieked in response to Sanji’s actions, his mouth twisted in a devious grin and hands resuming their previous tasks.
Title: Mind Game
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 268
Pairing: SanjixUsopp
Topic: Fantasize
There’s something odd about the noises Usopp is making from the opposite side of the kitchen, grabbing Sanji’s attention when they start making his heart race. Usopp is practically moaning, not so successful in hiding it, while he sits on his hands and quakes in his seat. His projects are forgotten, understandable, while he tries to play it off like nothing is wrong.
Sanji isn’t entirely sure what’s got the sniper hot and bothered, but he tries to finish the dishes a little bit faster. When the dishes are done, he can lock the kitchen door and jump. He can lick, tease, nip, suck, touch-
A shiver rolls down his spine when Usopp lets out a particularly loud noise. Sanji curses when the plate in his hand falls back into the sink, thankfully not breaking. He can feel himself turn red and his fingers start to twitch, especially as Usopp starts to whisper his name. The mental images of what could be happening behind him fill Sanji’s brain, his own perverted giggling threatening to start bursting out of his chest. The thought of Usopp underneath him, head thrown back and mouth open as he cried out, legs clenched around Sanji in desperation-
He nearly loses his footing when he runs to the door and checks to make sure no one is coming before he flips the lock. Sanji grins, especially when Usopp moans even louder and tags on a plea at the end. He pulls on his tie to loosen the knot around his neck, hoping his fantasies are going to come true as he turns to Usopp.
Title: Safe and Sound
Rating: T
Word Count: 297
Pairing: SanjixUsopp
Topic: Battle Kiss
Note: I've had this multi-chapter fic idea in my head since sometime last fall but I never got past notes. This prompt, while I question whether it fits or not, gave me the window of opportunity to try and get the urge to write it out so I could focus on other stuff, but it's only made me want to do more. I'm really looking forward to it, especially since I seem to like writing stories involving mental instability. *shrugs*
“Aah!”
Sanji’s eyes jerked open at the sound of Usopp startling and bucking upwards, his torso flying forward and jostling the blanket draped over them. The cook was up within seconds, a hand on Usopp’s shoulder to signal his concern as he took a moment to check Usopp’s body for signs of distress. Trembling shoulders, beads of sweat on his forehead, raged breathing that gave him a hard time and made him gulp for air, all evidence of Usopp’s pain, which made Sanji frown.
It took a minute for Usopp to regain his composure and remember there was a reason they were sleeping in the aquarium bar, not their hammocks. He looked at Sanji, eyes telling everything. Fresh tears were now wiped away, but not without leaving blotches on the dark purple crescents under Usopp’s eyes. They were only growing darker with every restless night, every stupid mind game Usopp played with himself, and every bit of terror and fatigue it was causing him. Usopp’s mind was a battle zone, and his eyes screamed at Sanji for help.
Sanji hated it. He hated everything Usopp was going through and how he found it impossible to do anything other than comfort him. He wanted to get angry, throw a tantrum, but Usopp pulling on his shirt and pleading with silent eyes suppressed the urge. Sanji pulled Usopp closer and gently eased him into laying back instead. He readjusted the blankets, let the exhausted sniper curl as close to his body as possible, and waited for the tell-tale snores that told him Usopp had fallen asleep again before kissing his forehead. In his head he reminded himself of their goals; if Sanji couldn’t fight the battles for him, at least he could try to chase them away with affection.
Title: Giving and Receiving
Rating: M
Word Count: 251
Pairing: SanjixUsopp
Topic: Nude
“Hell. No.”
Usopp frowned, crossing his arms over his chest and refusing to pay attention to the shiver going down his spine. He was growing impatient with Sanji, who just moments ago panted and nearly begged for Usopp to keep touching and kissing and doing all of the right things to his body. The cook was completely responsive and more than willing to let Usopp do what he pleased until curious fingers reached an area he refused to let anyone touch.
“C’mon Sanji, you’re always telling me how good it feels, at least let me try it once?” Usopp asked, silently wishing the cook would stop leaving him hanging.
His answer was an even harder glare and a pout, Sanji’s hands reaching back to cover his rear. “You wanna do anything like that, you find someone else. My ass is off limits,” he grumbled. “In case you don’t remember, you’re the only guy I’d ever touch in a sexual way. That doesn’t mean I’m willing to bottom for it.”
Sighing and looking over their naked forms once more, Usopp let his shoulders slump and he touched Sanji’s arm. “Can I still take the lead?” he asked.
Sanji chuckled, tugging Usopp closer and falling back so they lay on the floor. He pushed one knee between Usopp’s thighs, rubbing just enough to tease him, and bit Usopp’s bottom lip. Usopp wiggled and practically shrieked in response to Sanji’s actions, his mouth twisted in a devious grin and hands resuming their previous tasks.
Title: Mind Game
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 268
Pairing: SanjixUsopp
Topic: Fantasize
There’s something odd about the noises Usopp is making from the opposite side of the kitchen, grabbing Sanji’s attention when they start making his heart race. Usopp is practically moaning, not so successful in hiding it, while he sits on his hands and quakes in his seat. His projects are forgotten, understandable, while he tries to play it off like nothing is wrong.
Sanji isn’t entirely sure what’s got the sniper hot and bothered, but he tries to finish the dishes a little bit faster. When the dishes are done, he can lock the kitchen door and jump. He can lick, tease, nip, suck, touch-
A shiver rolls down his spine when Usopp lets out a particularly loud noise. Sanji curses when the plate in his hand falls back into the sink, thankfully not breaking. He can feel himself turn red and his fingers start to twitch, especially as Usopp starts to whisper his name. The mental images of what could be happening behind him fill Sanji’s brain, his own perverted giggling threatening to start bursting out of his chest. The thought of Usopp underneath him, head thrown back and mouth open as he cried out, legs clenched around Sanji in desperation-
He nearly loses his footing when he runs to the door and checks to make sure no one is coming before he flips the lock. Sanji grins, especially when Usopp moans even louder and tags on a plea at the end. He pulls on his tie to loosen the knot around his neck, hoping his fantasies are going to come true as he turns to Usopp.
Title: Safe and Sound
Rating: T
Word Count: 297
Pairing: SanjixUsopp
Topic: Battle Kiss
Note: I've had this multi-chapter fic idea in my head since sometime last fall but I never got past notes. This prompt, while I question whether it fits or not, gave me the window of opportunity to try and get the urge to write it out so I could focus on other stuff, but it's only made me want to do more. I'm really looking forward to it, especially since I seem to like writing stories involving mental instability. *shrugs*
“Aah!”
Sanji’s eyes jerked open at the sound of Usopp startling and bucking upwards, his torso flying forward and jostling the blanket draped over them. The cook was up within seconds, a hand on Usopp’s shoulder to signal his concern as he took a moment to check Usopp’s body for signs of distress. Trembling shoulders, beads of sweat on his forehead, raged breathing that gave him a hard time and made him gulp for air, all evidence of Usopp’s pain, which made Sanji frown.
It took a minute for Usopp to regain his composure and remember there was a reason they were sleeping in the aquarium bar, not their hammocks. He looked at Sanji, eyes telling everything. Fresh tears were now wiped away, but not without leaving blotches on the dark purple crescents under Usopp’s eyes. They were only growing darker with every restless night, every stupid mind game Usopp played with himself, and every bit of terror and fatigue it was causing him. Usopp’s mind was a battle zone, and his eyes screamed at Sanji for help.
Sanji hated it. He hated everything Usopp was going through and how he found it impossible to do anything other than comfort him. He wanted to get angry, throw a tantrum, but Usopp pulling on his shirt and pleading with silent eyes suppressed the urge. Sanji pulled Usopp closer and gently eased him into laying back instead. He readjusted the blankets, let the exhausted sniper curl as close to his body as possible, and waited for the tell-tale snores that told him Usopp had fallen asleep again before kissing his forehead. In his head he reminded himself of their goals; if Sanji couldn’t fight the battles for him, at least he could try to chase them away with affection.