Do you think Sanji would fucking LOVE you sitting on his face, not only because he totally has an oral fixation, but also because it would slowly reassociate the weight on his head away from memories of the helmet, and to pleasant memories of you sitting on his face.
i know you said one request, but i figured you could keep this one for a backup in case the slots didn't get filled? alternatively you can just throw it in the back of the closet for a rainy day where you want to write but dont have any ideas-
you pick you favourite character, then no.16 wrapped like a present- perhaps with a bondage and choking kink?
i love to see authors write for their favourite characters, it's always the best thing i've ever read
Aw I love this idea. I'll most likely include it unless I randomly get 5 requests today lol. While it's too hard to pick a favorite character, the image of either subby Sanji or subby MTF Sanji wearing women's lingerie under their clothing to surprise the reader has been on the back burner for a while now.
CW: submissive Sanji, unprotected Sex, p in v, oral (M & F receiving), handjob, restraints, use of pet names (darling, baby, sweetheart, love, mon amour), established relationship
WC: ~3000
A/N: I'm not usually a Sanji girlie but I had to write a subby Sanji fic and woooo doggy did this one get away from me 😆. Picture this fanart that I did a couple months ago 🥵. Again, no idea what I'm doing, barely proofread, but I hope you enjoy.
You were lying in bed one evening with Sanji, your head on his chest and your hand absentmindedly running up and down his stomach. Listening to his steady heartbeat, legs intertwined, his arm around you, stroking your back. It was absolute comfort, a perfect evening in telling stories about each others escapades prior to joining the Straw Hats.
Sitting quietly, enjoying each others company, Sanji finally breaks the silence, “Mon amour,” he pauses, his cheeks tinged pink in his hesitation, “you've expressed your desires in the bedroom to me before and I had a question…” he stops as he looks down at you, slightly nervous.
You adjust to lay on your stomach next to him to face him directly, “Of course, love, what is it?” You gently reply. “I…I would like to try you taking the lead sometime. Like a submissive and dominant dynamic,” he says sheepishly, cheeks growing pinker, clearly nervous at the desired request. You smile brightly at him, “I think I can make that work. You always do anything to treat me like a queen, anything for you sweetheart.”
Sanji's face instantly lit up, his gray-blue eyes showed his excitement at your agreement. You swear you saw hearts. “Oh thank you, sweetheart, whatever did I do to deserve you?” He replies kissing your forehead, his nose on the verge of bleeding.
Later that week, Sanji planned a date night for the two of you. Requesting you to wear his favorite dress, he wanted to prepare a gourmet 4 course meal and extravagant dessert. Only the best for the two of you. He called in a favor with Robin to help distract Luffy because surely the wonderful smells wafting out of the kitchen all day would lure him. Sanji asked you to arrive promptly at 7:00pm. You threw on his favorite dress- a skin tight bodycon cut that left little to the imagination, your favorite heels and got absolutely dolled up for the evening.
You always loved the date nights Sanji planned. They were always so romantic and he always made you feel so special. But tonight, you decided you wouldn't let him spoil you the way the nights usually ended. This time, you would surprise him by taking that dominant initiative. You sprayed your favorite perfume, walking through the mist to finish getting ready and made your way down to the kitchen, taking a deep breath to steel your nerves for the evening.
Being dominant was definitely not your strong suit, but with Sanji, you were willing to try anything. He's always putting the rest of the crew -except for Zoro- ahead of himself. It was your turn to spoil (or not?) him.
You arrive at the kitchen and gently knock on the door as you push It open. Sanji spins around, swirling the smoke wafting from his cigarette. He looks absolutely delicious. His tall, lithe, frame, practically all legs in a dark maroon suit, with burgundy dress shirt and black tie. He's always dressed so well and tonight is no exception. You immediately swoon, “Good evening, handsome,” you walk toward him, swaying your hips as seductively as you could.
His eyes grew wide, almost dropping the cigarette between his lips, holding 2 pans coming out of the oven. He looked adorable with his apron and oven mitts. You walk around him, eyeing him up and down as you walk your fingers along his shoulder. Reaching his neck, you grasp the back of it, pulling him toward you stopping just short of your lips. You feel his hot breath trembling, his eyelids wavering almost shut and you give him a soft peck on his cheek just to tease him. His breath catches and he opens his eyes, they’re dark. His gaze is hazy like you have him in a trance. “Mon amour….you look absolutely divine.
What have I done to deserve an angel such as yourself to grace my presence,” he gulps. You bite your lip, looking in the corner of the kitchen, seeing a small table elegantly set up. A white floor length tablecloth, candles, and a vase with a simple rose arrangement. “I could say the same thing, sweetheart. What have I done to deserve such treatment. Perhaps if you're good for me, I'll reward you,” you counter.
He gulps and you swear you hear a whimper. He shakes his head as if to snap himself out of your spell, setting the pans he's still holding down on the metal countertop. He takes off his oven mitts quickly and puts one hand on your shoulder, the other on the small of your back and walks you to the table, “Please, my dear, have a seat,” as he pulls a chair out for you. “Oh, well, thank you good sir. Ever the gentleman,” you comment as you sit down.
He bows to you as he goes back to the counter, grabbing a bottle of wine that he opened prior to your arrival. He returns and pours you a glass, “Dinner will be just a moment my love,” he leans over and presses a kiss to the top of your head. You rest your chin on your hands, watching as he darts around the kitchen gathering everything to get started. You feel giddy, as if you have butterflies in your stomach as you watch him. You never thought you'd find yourself here, but you smile as you admire this silly man that pours so much love into everything he does for you.
Dinner was divine, as usual. Light conversation, wine, and amazing company has you in a bright mood. Sanji returns to the table with your shared dessert. A cup of chocolate mousse, topped with whipped cream, chocolate shavings, berry compote, and a drizzle of caramel- your favorite. You smile, giddy, as he hands you a spoon, “A sweet for my sweet,” he coos. You blush, batting your eyelashes, “Oooh, we're there now? With the corny dad jokes?” You chuckle.
Taking a small spoonful of the dessert, you take a bite and hum at the satisfaction. “Sanji, you really are the best,” as you lick your lips. You open your eyes and see that he's staring at you hungrily. You return his gaze, “You’ve really outdone yourself tonight. You've been so good, I think you may have earned quite the reward.” He gulps his bite down so loudly, you hear it.
Watching his Adam's apple bob, you get up and lean over him, grabbing his chin and forcing his gaze up to you. “Can you continue to be a good boy for me? I'll reward you handsomely,” you whisper as you ghost your lips over his. His eyes flutter shut again, “Y-yes, my dear. Anything for you. Your wish is my command. P-please let me be of service to you,” he stutters.
You dip your fingertip into the top of the mousse and bring it to his slightly parted lips. Staring down at him, you smirk as he opens his mouth and you put your finger on his tongue. He closes his lips around your finger and swirls his tongue around the digit, hollowing his cheeks to suck it clean as he moans. You feel that tingling desire ignite in your gut, growing wetter, you smile, “Be a dear and lock the door for me, my love.”
He practically sprints to the door, locking it, as he turns around he looks at you. Eyes wide, searching for direction from you. He reaches into his suit pocket and retrieves a cigarette, lighting it and taking a drag as he returns to you with a heavy exhale. You reach up and take the cigarette from his hand, taking a drag yourself.
You immediately get a high from it, your head, light and swimming as the nicotine hits. Your other hand reaches up to his shoulder, pushing him down until he's on his knees. You bring your hand holding the cigarette down to touch the top of his head. Bringing one of your heels up, you put it on his leg while pushing your knee under his chin to look up at you.
His eyes are closed, his breaths short and clipped in excitement. “Tell me baby, what would you like to do tonight?” You ask, your voice heady with lust. You've positioned your leg in a way that if he were to look up, he could see up your dress because of its short length, revealing yourself to him. As he opens his eyes, he takes in your figure, looking at your leg underneath him and slowly moving up, seeing how you've positioned yourself for him.
His eyes grow wide in surprise as he takes in your lacy thong with a tell tale wet patch from your dripping cunt that's only growing bigger. His gaze continues up your body, he sees your breasts, hugged tight in your dress and he whimpers. He shifts to adjust his hard cock straining in his slacks. He finally looks at you, his eyes watery and whispers, “I want to please you, mon coeur, I beg you. L-let me worship you, my goddess.”
You smile at him, your eyes dark with desire, “Oh, my sweet, tell me how much you need this,” you challenge him. He whines again as he gives you open mouthed kisses up your leg, caressing you lightly with his hands. You throw your head back as it sends shivers up your spine. You take in a sharp breath as he nibbles the inside of your thigh. He pushes the bottom of your dress up to your hips as he gets closer to your overheating core.
He stops just short of your quivering cunt, you feel his hot breath as he inhales deeply, taking in your scent. He exhales as he looks up at you, “My dear,” he slurs, already pussydrunk, “may, I?” He asks. “So polite,” you quip, giving him a nod.
He instantly pulls you to him, one hand grabbing a handful of your ass, massaging it as he pulls you to him, the other throwing your leg over his shoulder. He pulls your panties to the side and his mouth instantly find your clit. His tongue swirling around it as he sucks harshly.
You tremble and moan as he flattens his tongue to lick your folds repeatedly. Kissing your cunt and murmuring thank yous and I love yous like they're a prayer to your altar. He continues fucking you with his tongue as your legs tremble, your walls flutter, endlessly turned on by the sinful sounds coming from between your thighs.
Sanji takes you straight to the edge and as you both make eye contact, he flicks his tongue on your clit again as you crumble into pieces. You cum hard, gasping and grabbing his hair with both hands, “F-fuuuck, baaaby,” you moan as he consumes you. He slows and pulls back, pressing kisses to your inner thigh, sucking and biting, leaving marks on your legs. “The best dessert, my love, thank you,” he says breathlessly as he licks you off his lips, and wipes his chin clean.
You pull your leg down and grab him by his tie, pulling him up to his feet as your lips meet in a deep kiss, tongues exploring each others mouths. You taste yourself on his tongue, swallowing his moans. “You've been SO good for me, would you like your reward my love?” you question as you push him down to sit on the chair next to the table. Unsure where you're going, “If you think I've earned it, mon amour,” he gulps. He adjusts, achingly hard, a wet spot on his slacks from his precum seeping through.
You smile prettily at him, “How about you undress for me, my sweet.” You walk around him giving him featherlight touches enjoying how you're making him fall apart, feeling more emboldened by the second as you hear your heels click on the wood floor. He fumbles with his pants but finally releases his cock as you look him up and down.
“I want to make you feel good Sanji, but to be a good boy, you're not allowed to cum until I tell you. Understand?” You reach down and grab his cock, making him tense, stroking him up and down his shaft slowing at the tip and rubbing your thumb on his slit. “Y-yes…” he grunts. You stop, still holding his throbbing length, and he whines, “What was that?” you demand. His eyes are glistening, tears almost spilling over, “Y-yes ma'am,” he whispers. “That's better, as you pat your hand on his head. You reach down and grab his tie walking behind the chair, “Give me your hands,” you request.
He brings his hands back and you tie his hands together with his tie, knowing full well he can get out of it, but it adds to the fun.
You lean over breathing in his ear, pulling his earlobe between your teeth and reach around to grab his length again, stroking him slowly. Sanji whimpers, sweat on his brow as he's trying to contain himself, “O-ohhh, thank you my love. Thank you….it feels s-soo good,” he gasps in ecstasy; finally getting the relief he's been dying for. You stop and bring your hand to his face, “Spit,” you command.
He spits into your palm and you bring it back down to his length and use his spit as lubricant and pump only his tip. Your desire grows as you hear his whines and the squelching from your hand. Picking up the pace, you can feel his heavy length in your hand, twitching, watching his abs tense as your other hand rubs up and down his chest and abs, grating slightly with your fingernails as you pull up.
“Remember, if you want to cum, you need to be good. No cumming without me telling you that you can,” you tease. “Y-yes, of course, yes…anything,” he replies, his voice heavy with desperation. You continue to pump just his tip, making him jump and tense in the chair as his brow continues to sweat. His head thrown back, eyes shut tight as he gasps and hisses as you overstimulate him.
You slowly walk around in front of him and get down on your knees, “Hmmm, I think I'll have a taste,” and you lick underneath his cock from base to tip, wrapping your lips around his length and slowly moving down until it touches the back of your throat. You moan as you gaste his salty precum. He grunts, you can see he's holding back, twisting his wrists in the tie, trying to refrain from losing all self control.
You start a steady pace, taking his cock down your throat as far as you can stand it. Tears pricking the corners of your eyes, swirling your tongue around the tip relishing in turning Sanji into a bubbling mess, “Fuck, my love…shit., it feels s'good.” You bring him right to the edge and stop, as he whines, missing the warmth of your mouth. “I'm going to use you, Sanji, would you like that?” He nods fervently, “Oh please, please use me.” You stand up, stripping yourself down to nothing.
You approach Sanji and slowly lower onto his lap, grabbing his length and lining it up to your entrance and slowly sit on his length. You both gasp as your warm walls, completely drenched from all your teasing, clench around his length. You crash your lips onto Sanji's as you immediately set a pace, riding him and rolling your hips watching his mouth drop open. You were so enamored with teasing him that you hadn't even paid attention to how aroused you were, focusing only on him.
His cock stiffened more as you continued your pace, “Fuck…mon coeur, I love you, I love you so much,” Sanji cries into your lips as you kiss him ravenously. You knew he was close as he tensed, pulling his hands against the tie around his wrists. “Please….Y/N, plea-please, can I come? I-I-I need to, please…” he sobs. “Hold on for me Sanji, be good for me, m'close,” you moan.
You adjust slightly and begin to roll your hips, grinding your clit on him, bringing your breasts to his face. Sanji growls and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and gently nibbling. You throw your head back muttering his name, “Fuck, Sanji, baby you feel sooo good,” as you grind harder bringing yourself closer to climax.
He switches his mouth to your other breast, in between open mouthed kisses he's begging you, “Please…Y/N, please let me cum!” The thought of how you've reduced him to such a mess and one hard roll of your clit on his pelvis is all you needed and you crash, cumming hard, your pussy fluttering, pangs of warmth all over your body like you've become electric. “Cum for me Sanji, be good and fill me up,” you cry out and he does.
You've finally come down and feel how truly spent you are. Pulling back, you stare into Sanji's eyes as he looks at you so lovingly. “I think we'll have to do that more often. What about you, baby?” You chuckle inquisitively. Sanji grins and peppers your face with little kisses, “Y/N, you spoil me, let's get you cleaned up and go to bed. It's my turn to return the favor,” he grins sharply.
Groaning and gasping into your chest as his cock pumps you full of his cum. You slowly stop moving your hips and your legs are spent, you fall forward onto Sanji's chest, both of you out of breath panting as if you've run a marathon. He releases his wrists from his tie and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you tight and holding you close as you both whisper I love you to each other, over and over.
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I gave in to the deep desire to absolutely want to fuck sanji out of his mind but I cant write it if I don't know how his character works can I? So here I am 3 days in currently on ep 64 absolutely loving everything!
