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rannypeepoo · 10 months ago

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Blushing Boy Levi

pairing: levi x f. reader

genre: established relationship, smut 18+

summary: You go to check on Leviathan.

wc: 1.6k

warnings: making out, hair pulling, marking (biting, scratching), handjob, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), his demon form comes out, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (f.), nipple play (f. receiving), finger sucking (f.), creampie

a/n: just something I had in my drafts

date: June 8, 2024

“What’s the password?” Levi asks from the other side of his bedroom door. You sigh, unsure of what he’s changed it to this week.

“Levi’s the best demon a girl could have?” You try with a smile, knowing you’re way off.

“Nice try. You can’t get me like that, ____. I’m just a sad otaku,” comes his reply, and you huff.

“Levi, let me in. I missed you at dinner, and nobody has seen you in days.”

“There was going to be an announcement for Ruri-Chan tonight, so I stayed up,” he shrugs but reluctantly opens the door. “Y-you really missed me?”

A grin appears on your face when you take in the rosiness of his cheeks. You step into his bedroom and shut the door after you, hearing the lock click into place.

“Of course I did. You underestimate how much I like you,” you frown as you take Levi’s hands in yours to lead him to the chair he set up in front of the gaming system. “I’ve been lonely without you.”

“But you have my brothers,” he says, licking his lips nervously.

“And yet you’re the one I’m missing.”

Levi is at a loss for words, but it’s okay because you ease his nervousness with your touch. Something about you makes him want to recoil into himself out of fear, but part of him (the greater part) wants to hold you and make you his, and it’s typically that part of him that wins out every time after his initial hesitation.

“Levi,” his name is a whispered plea that has him pause as he gathers his wits. Your smile is soothing, your touch gentle as you cup his face. His purple hair falls over his eyes, his cheeks still warm as your thumbs caress his skin.

“Kiss me,” you say as he shakes his hair out of his eyes.

“O-okay,” he stutters, ignoring the heat that floods his face. He’s very aware that you can feel the drastic change on the palms of your hands, but he pushes those thoughts to the back of his mind as he leans forward and finally presses his lips against yours.

You kiss him deeply. Your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer as his hands tremble when they grip your hips. A few minutes of cautious kissing on his part soon melt away into hungry kisses as he gains some confidence and kisses you deeper, rougher. His teeth nip your bottom lip, sucking it before releasing it.

He chuckles when you’re left panting, eyes twinkling as you look at him with so much love that it makes his head spin.

The next time your lips meet, Levi is the one leading. He grabs your hips, hands sliding down to grab your ass and pull you against his lean body. You smile into the kiss, earning a moan from him when you nip his bottom lip.

If he had known you were coming, he would have cleaned up his bedroom a little, but as your legs hit the tub, you sit on the edge, legs wrapped around his hips.

It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but you knew it wouldn’t be too long until he had you wrapped around his cock.

Levi’s hand cups your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “So pretty.”

You smile, kissing him once again as his hands grip your thighs. It takes him a moment to get courageous and toy with the hem of your dress, hiking it up over your hips as you pull the top of your dress down, thankful you’ve worn a strapless one for the occasion with no bra.

“You came prepared?” Levi chuckles as he takes in your bare chest. He licks his lips, mouth on your chest almost immediately as your fingers thread through his purple hair, tugging and moaning when he nips and sucks on your sensitive skin.

“Levi,” you moan wantonly. Your thighs tremble, and he smirks, cockiness building in him, knowing it’s he who’s got you like this.

“Want more?” he asks, and you nod as he’s pulling you to your feet. You feel his arms wrap around you as he kisses you, his tongue meeting yours as he grips your hair in both his hands to hold you close.

Kissing Levi fills your body with warmth, arousal pooling deep in your belly as your dulcet moans spill from your kiss-swollen lips. Levi is embarrassingly hard in his jeans. Your eager, greedy hands go to undress him.

“Baby,” he gasps when your hand wraps around him, stroking him after spitting in your hand. You’d love to sink to your knees and take him in your mouth, but he’s so shy, so embarrassed that you decide to save that for next time. The thought leaves your mouth watering.

Levi gets a hold of himself, quickly spinning you and bending you over the tub. He shoves your dress upward, his eyes feasting on your ass, your panties accentuate the curve, and it leaves him nearly drooling.

“Fuck,” he curses, licking his lips.

Shyly, Levi tugs your panties down your thighs until it’s just your knees holding them up. He nearly drools at the sight of your wet cunt as he drops to his knees, and his hands grip your thighs. Your legs tremble as you try your best not to push your ass into his face, allowing him to go at his own pace as he sticks his tongue out to taste you.

“Levi!” you moan, gripping the edge of the tub and ignoring the way it digs into your skin. Levi curses, eyes shut as he uses his hands to spread you further. You’re soaking his lips and cheeks as he dives in deeper, moaning softly.

Lewd noises escape the both of you as Leviathan makes you cum on his tongue. His tail flicks and his cheeks redden, embarrassed to have lost control and allowed his demon form to be free.

You don’t care as you turn to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue. Your fingers thread through his hair. You nipped his bottom lip as his hands gripped your hips under your dress, moving to feel the wetness between your thighs.

“So wet,” he whispers in awe as his fingers easily slide into your cunt. His lips wrap around a pert nipple, sucking like his life depends on it as you trace one of his horns. His cock throbs, and he nearly growls as he looks up at you.

“Sensitive,” you tease with a smirk.

Levi rolls his eyes, confidence growing as he rubs your clit just to make you gasp, thighs squeezing his hands between your legs.

You grab a handful of his hair, tugging him upward until your lips claim his, moaning as he continues to fuck you on his fingers, swallowing your sweet moans.

You part long enough for him to bend you over the tub once again, your poor legs shaking as he lines himself up at your entrance.

“Fuck,” you groan as the fat head of his cock slides home. Levi moans your name, his hands moving from your hips to your ass.

You guide his hand to your tit, and he squeezes it before rolling the nipple between his fingertips. You cry out when he bottoms out, your hand gripping his, nails digging into his skin as your hips meet his.

You’ve been craving his cock for days now, and usually, you’d take your time with him, but you were needy and soaking wet in search of a quick release. You’d make it up to him in the morning with slow morning sex or perhaps a long, sloppy blowjob that had him seeing the Celestial Realm.

“Leviathan,” his name escapes you in a honeyed moan, cunt tightening around him as he bites your shoulder to keep himself from screaming your name for everyone in HoL to hear.

“That’s it,” he praises softly. “Take it.”

You nod, gripping his hand to take two of his fingers into your mouth to muffle your moans. Levi bites back a curse as you suck on his fingers as if your life depends on it. Your eyes flutter shut as pleasure courses through you as he fucks you harder, deeper.

“Levi!” you call out his name as your orgasm hits, thighs shaking as you soak his cock and choke on his fingers.

“Fuck, fuck,” Levi grunts, your name rolling off his tongue as he cums deep inside you. He grips your hips, making sure he fucks every drop into you before he pulls out.

Levi pants, wiping his sweat from his brow. His demon form is no longer present as he gets his boxers back on. He watches as his cum begins to roll down your thighs, and he blushes when he spots how much he’d cum. He uses his fingers to push it back inside you before pulling your panties up your thighs and back into place.

A giggle escapes you as you take your dress off, letting it pool on his bedroom floor. Levi blushes as you grab his shirt and put it on. You wrap your arms around him, and he’s shy as he holds you. You kiss his cheek, trailing kisses upward to his jaw and then his lips.

“Come lay down,” you whisper as you lead him to the tub with you. You let him get comfortable first before you join him, draping your leg over his as he cautiously places his arm over your shoulder to pull you close.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I do,” you whisper as you hold him close, tracing patterns onto his chest. Levi doesn’t say anything as he rubs your shoulder, knowing someday he’ll make your wish come true.

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#obey me fanfic #obey me #obey me shall we date #leviathan x reader

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rannypeepoo · 10 months ago

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"𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀, 𝑰'𝑴 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺!"

streamer! leviathan x gn! reader

summary: levi starts a stream right after you put lipstick on

cw: one mention of being eaten, he’s obsessed w/ you what can i say, ooc levi, also im 90% sure this should be tagged yandere lol

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The embodiment of envy itself sits pretty on his gaming chair, looking up at you and following your movements in a daze. He doesn’t think he has the capacity to do anything right now, let alone start his weekly stream. His entire face is flushed with the cutest pink hue because of all the blood rushing to his face at your affections and every languid kiss you give turns him more and more into the demonification of jelly, but he thinks being eaten by you would be the best way to die. He’d be connected to you in a way no one else would, always with you forever and ever–

“Levi?”

He yelps in the most embarrassing way possible and he immediately wants to crawl down to the Underground Tombs so he would never have to see anyone again, but then you laugh and he realises he wouldn’t be able to see or hear or touch you if he did that. The thought of it makes his very skin melt, or maybe his face just hasn’t calmed down yet.

“Y-Yeah?”

Your smile is teasing, predatory even. Like you know something he doesn’t and you’re going to enjoy every moment of his ignorance.

“You have a stream to start, don’t you?”

He nods, and your smile grows wider. You give him one last kiss– it’s longer than the others but shorter than he’d like, and he whines when your fingers lightly scratch his nape in the way you know makes him go insane for more of you. It’s over before he has the chance to beg and he sends a longing look your way as you make yourself comfortable in the spot you’ve claimed as yours in his room. Just out of sight from his camera but close enough that he doesn’t have to move much to see you’re still there when he gets nervous.

He takes a few breaths to try and calm himself down and get his head in the game, but thoughts of you linger nonetheless, like a part of you had permanently embedded yourself into his very being. Levi figures this condition is the best he can get before he’s really late, so he starts the stream as he is.

He doesn’t notice anything different at first, but he’s too focused on making it look like everything is normal and that he isn’t still obsessing over you to notice what his chat is saying. He plays through the game he’s chosen as usual for a good while, becoming invested in the gameplay before he finally has a chance to rest in-game. It’s only now that he realises he hasn’t looked at the live chat since he started, and what he sees makes him want to pass out.

@/lover-b0y: LMAOO HE STILL HASN’T NOTICED

@/sweeti3s: you need to check the mirror before you start your stream my guy 😭

@/crystal-empire: do you think he did this on purpose?

@/loneeerrrr: way to make me feel single 😥😥

Levi immediately ducks under the desk in a frenzy and pulls out his rarely-used camera app, and what he sees can’t possibly be him. His entire face is covered in lipstick marks– from his cheeks to his nose to his eyes– but it’s especially bad on his lips. It’s smeared like crazy and it’s glaringly obvious to anyone who looks at him that he just had a make-out session.

He sits under his table as he struggles to figure out what to do– brain going a mile a minute but still getting nowhere. But then he feels you staring and he looks up to see you sitting right next to him with your head lowered to not hit yourself against the desk.

His mind struggles to register anything but you. You’re with him and you’re so close he can smell the very essence of you. He’s envious of the very clothes on your back, of your lungs and your ribs and your intestines because why doesn’t he get to be that close to you?

“I turned off your stream.”

Your voice tunes out everything for him, but he musters up a “thank you…” in response.

You look empathetic when you apologise. “I’m sorry, was that too much for you?”

It was too much but not enough at the same time. He wishes you hadn’t pulled this stunt but he’s ecstatic that you did. He wishes you kissed him on stream, he hopes you leave a mark every time he goes out but he also wants to keep this side of you to himself. Why should anyone else get to see the affection you’ve given him? It’s his and his alone but the other part sees this as you claiming him as yours, and it’s a title he wants everyone to know.

“Levi, you okay?”

“Will you kiss me?” he blurts out.

It doesn’t matter how many times he asks, but you always respond with a smile too soft for someone like him. It melts every barrier he could ever put up and he welcomes everything you do to him with open arms, but all he feels is lips so perfectly moulded to fit against his own that he knows you’re the only one he’ll ever want so carnally.

#obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #hehehehehehw im gogglfinegefns s hes so cute #hes so cuteee #i love him so much

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rannypeepoo · 10 months ago

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LOVING YOU IS...

Drowning.

Salt water fills his lungs, evading the spongy walls of his throat and he can’t breathe, can’t see from the tears clouding his eyes. Leviathan stays limp amongst the pressure of the water pushing down on him, not even attempting to fight his way back to the surface. He is defeated, and he endures the wrath of the sea and his incoming death in tearful silence. Occassionally, a glimmer of light shines from the depths, catching the corner of his eye. Odd. Isn’t the bottom of the ocean supposed to be the most dangerous?

For a brief second, he swore your image flickered from the glow.

When he awakens, he flails underneath the tumble of blankets strewn over his body. He wrenches some of them off, and balks at how his body feels sweaty and heavy. He knows Asmodeous or Belphegor must of been in his room at one point, and tossed a random assortment of blankets over his sleeping figure to make sure he didn’t catch a cold. They know he hates sleeping under so many layers, but they always get too lazy to fetch his favourite one and—!

He tosses himself back into the hollow comfort of his bedding, sinking his back against the edge of the bathtub. He presses his palm against his forehead, rubbing it in futile efforts to soothe, an act not too dissimilar to his eldest brother.

He hates these dreams, because the ocean had always been his turf, and to think it turns his back on him, allowing him to drown is an insult like no other. However, Leviathan knows this isn’t the true gist of his dream. As much as he would like to ignore it, you're there, beckoning him closer and closer to dangerous water. You want him to drown.

Funny, Leviathan can’t help but think, loving you does feel like that.

#obey me #om! leviathan #obm #leviathan x reader

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rannypeepoo · 10 months ago

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Mc: (holding Roses) I think Queen Rose likes me

The Brothers: (glaring)

Mc: come on guys don't be jealous, you won't even have a chance against a pretty woman

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rannypeepoo · 10 months ago

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❤️🍌 Love on the Breakfast Table 🍑❤️

(Sanji x FemReader)

Summary: Sanji drunkenly confessed to you one of his fantasies. So the next day, you decide to make it come true.

This is very NSFW. Probably one of the most NSFW one shots I’ve ever written so MDNI.

This fic includes: voyeurism (watching someone while naked), food play, unprotected sex, creampies (bag it before you shag it, everyone) Sanji has a Praise kink, also he’s totally submissive

Note: Sanji and reader are in an established relationship

Tag list: @thirstydiglett @shy-writer-999 @sordidmusings

Word count: about 4.3k

Happy Kinktober everyone! 😎

The dimly lit living room of your apartment seemed to sway and tilt as you guided a stumbling Sanji through the door. He had been your plus one at the work party, but things had gotten a little out of hand when Sanji had fun at the open bar. Now, you were trying your best to help him navigate the obstacle course of furniture that stood between you and the couch.

"Easy, easy," you murmured, struggling to keep Sanji upright as he tripped over his own feet, nearly toppling both of you onto the floor. "Honestly, Sanji, do you always get this clumsy when you're drunk?"

"Only when I'm with you, my darling," Sanji slurred, managing a lopsided grin as he draped an arm around your shoulders for support. "You make me weak in the knees."

As they finally reached the couch, Sanji collapsed onto it, pulling you down with him. He began to get handsy, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your arm, a dopey smile playing on his lips. He looked into your eyes, his gaze warm and full of adoration.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are? You're like... like a goddess."

"Sanji, you tell me every day," you laughed, secretly enjoying his drunken compliments, though you'd never admit it.

His fingers continued their explorations, brushing gently against your cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I'm so lucky to be your boyfriend," he said earnestly, his eyes starting to brim with emotion. "I don't know what I did to deserve you."

You couldn't help but smile, touched by his heartfelt words. Despite the hiccup of tonight's events, you knew that beneath his inebriated state, Sanji was a caring and passionate man. And in that moment, as he gazed at you with such love and admiration, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the connection you two shared.

You watched as Sanji's face turned a brilliant shade of red, rivaling the hue of the wine he'd consumed throughout the evening. His hands fumbled in the air, as if he were grasping for the right words to convey his thoughts.

"My love... I have this... um... fantasy," he stammered, avoiding eye contact.

"Fantasy?" you raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Do tell."

Sanji took a deep breath, looking like he was bracing himself for impact. "I've always imagined... well, you know... seeing you cook in the kitchen wearing nothing but... an apron."

He blushed profusely, tripping over his words. "I'm sorry... I just... I just think that would be so sexy..."

You burst into giggles, unable to contain your amusement at his drunken confession.

You leaned forward, gently patting him on the cheek. "Sanji, you're too much right now. Let's focus on getting you to bed."

You guided him to the bedroom, doing your best to suppress your lingering chuckles. As you helped him settle in, you couldn't help but find yourself secretly intrigued by his confession. It wasn't the first time you'd considered indulging in one of his fantasies, but this particular one struck a chord within you.

There was something playful yet sexy about it that seemed so intriguing.

After ensuring Sanji was comfortable and drifting off to sleep, you retreated to the bathroom to change into your nightgown. As you slipped the soft fabric over your head, your mind wandered back to the image of yourself wearing only an apron.

There was a strange excitement bubbling in your chest. A thrill and curiosity of what it might be like to fulfill his fantasy. You looked down at your pajamas, considering his words from earlier, and found yourself smiling. You imagined the look of sheer delight on Sanji's face if he were to wake up to such a sight.

"Who knows," you mused to yourself, "maybe one day I'll give him a little surprise."

you glanced back at the bedroom, a mischievous gleam in your eye. But for now, ensuring Sanji’s recovery from his drunken state was your top priority.

With that, you doused the bathroom light and slipped into bed beside him, thoughts of playful surprises dancing through your mind as you drifted off to sleep.

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The soft glow of morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a bright hue across your face as you lay in bed, your eyes still closed. The scene from last night played in your mind like a vivid dream - Sanji, red-faced and stammering, confessing his fantasy of seeing you wear nothing but an apron in the kitchen.

As your mind wandered, you entertained the idea of giving in to his desires. You could almost envision Sanji's reaction - his eyes widening in shock, his mouth slightly agape with longing, and his body trembling with excitement as he gazes at the sun rays dancing on your naked form, enhancing your glowing smile.

Just the idea of fulfilling this fantasy sent a jolt of electricity through your body, igniting an exhilarating fire in your chest. Imagining him seeing you in such a sultry display would surely make him fall to his knees and beg for your touch.

A mischievous smile played on your lips as you pictured the scenario. You could practically taste the thrill and anticipation, like forbidden fruit on your tongue.

"He'll be in for a pleasant surprise when he wakes up," you whispered to yourself, feeling a thrill of excitement.

Determined to make his fantasy come true, you slowly slid out of bed, careful not to disturb Sanji's slumber. You tiptoed across the room and rummaged through your dresser, finally pulling out your favorite kitchen apron - a simple yet elegant design that perfectly accentuated your body.

Holding your breath, you slipped off your nightgown and stood there for a moment, naked in the soft morning light. With a mischievous smile, you wrapped the apron around your body, carefully tying it at your waist to ensure it showcased just enough of your breasts to drive Sanji wild.

"Let's see how he likes this little surprise," you thought, your heart pounding with anticipation.

As silently as possible, you snuck into the kitchen, the cool floor tiles sending shivers up your legs. You could feel the soft fabric of the apron brushing against your skin, heightening your senses and amplifying your arousal. The thought of Sanji's reaction when he saw you like this sent a thrill of lust coursing through your veins.

"Time to make Sanji's fantasy come true," you whispered to yourself, your eyes sparkling with excitement. You stood in the center of the kitchen, your body tingling with anticipation, as you waited for the moment when your lover would stumble upon the tantalizing scene you had created just for him.

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Groaning from the pounding headache, Sanji rubbed his eyes and pushed himself up from the couch. His parched throat begged for water, so he stumbled toward the kitchen, still feeling the effects of last night's revelry. He blinked a few times, attempting to regain his focus when he suddenly froze in his tracks.

There you were – wearing nothing but an apron, your back turned to him as you prepped ingredients on the counter. The sight of your smooth, bare legs and the gentle curvature of your hips and ass nearly made him pass out. Blood rushed through his veins, warming his cheeks and other parts of his body as his arousal grew.

"Good morning, handsome," you said with a giggle, turning around to face him.

Your mischievous smile only heightened his attraction. "I hope you're hungry, we're making breakfast together."

Sanji's eyes widened at the sight of your barely covered breasts, and he struggled to form a coherent response.

"Uh..."

"Here," You extended another apron towards him, smirking.

"You don't have to get naked underneath your apron, but I wouldn't object if you decide to do so."

"Wha–" Sanji stammered, his mind racing.

How did she know about my fantasy? Was this all just some crazy dream?

Regardless, he couldn't deny his excitement. He hastily tied the apron around his waist, making sure to cover his growing erection.

"Thanks," he muttered, his voice thick with desire.

"Come on, let's get started," you beckoned him over, laughing lightly. Sanji joined you at the counter, trying to focus on the task at hand while stealing glances at your exposed skin. His heart thundered in his chest, and every time your hands brushed against each other, a jolt of electricity ran through him.

"Are you okay?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "You seem...distracted."

"I'm fine," he replied, swallowing hard. "Just a bit...hungover."

"Uh-huh," you teased, knowing full well the effect you were having on him. "Well, if you need anything, just let me know."

"Will do," Sanji mumbled, his thoughts consumed by your seductive presence and wondering how this incredible morning came to be.

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The sunlight cast an ethereal glow on your barely concealed form as you expertly diced vegetables on the counter. Sanji, meanwhile, found it difficult to tear his gaze away from you, the tantalizing sight of your smooth skin and the curve of your hips beneath the apron making it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything else.

"Could you pass me the eggs, please?" you asked sweetly, your eyes sparkling with mischief. You knew exactly what you were doing to him.

"Uh, sure," Sanji replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the rush of heat that flooded his face.

As he handed you the carton of eggs, your fingers brushed, and a shiver ran down his spine. He couldn't help but notice the way your touch lingered just a little longer than necessary, igniting sparks of desire between you.

"Thanks," you murmured, your voice soft and sultry.

You cracked an egg into a bowl and began to whisk it, your movements fluid and mesmerizing. Sanji watched you, transfixed, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to maintain his composure. The situation felt almost too good to be true, like some sort of fever dream he'd never dared to hope could become reality.

As you cooked side by side, the heat between you continued to build, your bodies brushing against each other with each movement. The scent of your perfume mixed with the delicious aroma of your cooking, creating an intoxicating blend that threatened to overwhelm Sanji's senses.

"She's really testing me right now..." Sanji thought to himself as you leaned over him to reach for a spatula, your breasts brushing against his arm.

"I would much rather make love to her in the bedroom but...but..."

"Breakfast is almost ready," you announced cheerfully, seemingly unfazed by the mounting sexual tension. "I hope you're hungry."

"Starving," Sanji admitted, his eyes flicking back to your exposed skin despite his best efforts to resist.

He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't help himself. And deep down, he didn't want to.

Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you glanced over at Sanji, who decided to chop up some fresh fruit.

"You know," you said casually, "I'm feeling a bit peckish. I think I'll have a little snack before we sit down to eat."

Sanji nodded absentmindedly, his attention focused on not slicing his fingers along with the oranges.

You reached for a banana from the fruit bowl, meeting his gaze as you slowly peeled it open. You brought it to your lips, your tongue darting out to flick across the tip. You maintained eye contact with Sanji, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Easy, Sanji," he warned himself, struggling to maintain his cool exterior.

He held his breath as you continued your tantalizing performance, a wave of desire washing over him.

A battle waged within him; the gentleman in him insisted on waiting until after breakfast to express his affection physically. Yet, the sight of you, so inviting and provocative in the morning light, made it increasingly challenging to resist the urge to sweep you into his arms and fuck you right there and then. His heart pounded a rhythm of temptation that echoed louder with each passing second.

"She's really pushing my buttons now…”

As he glanced at the oranges he was cutting, a sudden idea occurred to him.

“Maybe I can just play along for now..."

Swallowing hard, Sanji picked up an orange slice from the cutting board, holding it up between his thumb and forefinger.

"You know, mon amour" he began, feigning nonchalance, "I just love the sweetness of certain juices on my tongue."

He sucked the succulent fruit, letting his tongue flicker as he grinned at you.

"Is that so?" you replied, you eyes twinkling with delight.

You grabbed a glass of orange juice from the counter and took a sip, allowing a few drops to escape your lips and trickle down your chin, neck, and onto your chest.

"Oh no, what a mess!" you exclaimed, feigning innocence.

You pulled your apron down just enough to reveal a small teasing peek of your breast, the tip of your nipple nearly in plain view.

"You don't want this to go to waste, do you?"

Sanji's heart pounded in his chest, his gentlemanly instincts warring with his growing arousal. He tried to maintain his cool facade, but the sight of your exposed skin and the sound of your playful laughter were quickly becoming too much for him to handle.

"Mon amour," he managed to choke out, his voice thick with desire, "you're really testing my resolve here."

"Who, me?" you replied, your tone dripping with innocence even as you continued toying with him.

"I'm just trying to enjoy my breakfast, love. But if you insist on playing this game..."

You trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid as your gaze locked onto his, daring him to take the next step. Sanji’s eyes flicked from your expectant gaze to the droplets of juice glistening on your chest.

In that moment, Sanji knew he was well and truly hooked.

With a deep breath, he leaned in and gently licked the trail of juice from your collarbone to the swell of your breast, his tongue lingering tantalizingly close to your nipple. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"Sanji..." you sighed, your voice breathy and inviting.

But just as his mouth hovered over your exposed nipple, you put a finger under his chin and lifted his face to meet your eyes.

"Wait just a bit longer," you teased, a wicked glint in your eye.

Sanji groaned inwardly, the frustration and desire building within him like a roaring fire. He was torn between wanting to be a gentleman and the insistent longing that pulsed through his veins, urging him to give in to his most primal instincts.

As if sensing his inner turmoil, you turned away from him and walked toward the dining room table. With a mischievous smirk, you bent over it, pretending to reach for something on the other side, your apron lifting just enough to give Sanji an enticing view of your bare ass.

"Damn it..." he muttered under his breath, unable to resist the magnetic pull any longer.

His hands found their way to your waist, and he pressed himself against you from behind, his throbbing erection nestled between your cheeks.

"Is this what you want, Sanji?" you asked, your voice sultry and challenging.

You shifted your hips, rubbing yourself against him, and Sanji could feel the heat radiating from your core.

"More than anything," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper as he struggled to maintain control over his raging desires.

"Please," Sanji pleaded, his voice desperate and full of longing.

He could feel the heat between them like a tangible force, electrifying the small space that still separated their bodies.

You turned to face him, your eyes dark with desire but giving nothing away. The silence stretched between you two, almost unbearable in its intensity.

His legs trembled as he knelt down, and it suited him well.

"Can I?" he asked again, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Please, mon amour? This would make my fantasy come true!"

He knew he was begging, but he didn't care; the need to feel you, to connect with you on this deeper level, was consuming him.

The corner of your mouth quirked upwards, your own desire mingling with amusement at his desperation.

"Of course you can," you replied, your voice husky. "I just love to hear you beg."

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Sanji wasted no time in removing his clothes; his movements were hurried yet careful as he untied your apron, revealing you fully to his hungry gaze. He couldn't help but admire your beautiful, naked form, your curves and flawless skin seeming to glow in the morning light.

Your eyes locked as Sanji bent you over the table, his fingers trailing down your body to find your wetness and clit. You moaned, the sound filling the room and sending shivers down his spine. His arousal was now impossible to ignore, and he eagerly whipped out his cock, positioning himself behind you.

"Are you ready, love?" he asked, his voice low and husky. His gaze was hot on your skin, making you shudder in anticipation.

"Yes," you responded, your voice breathless and risqué.

Taking a deep breath, Sanji slowly sank into you from behind. You gasped at the intrusion and gripped onto the table, your knuckles turning white from the effort.

You gasped in pleasure at the sudden intrusion as Sanji groaned at the warm, tight sensation surrounding him. His hands found purchase on your hips as he began to move, slow and deliberate at first, each penetration driving him deeper and deeper inside of you.

The sounds that filled the room were almost sinful – the slap of skin against skin, your breathy moans and his low grunts of pleasure. The table creaked under your combined weight, adding its own rhythm to the symphony of passion unfolding between you.

Suddenly, breakfast was forgotten as his thrusts grew faster, deeper. Your body responded eagerly, pleasure radiating from where Sanji was buried within you.

"Sanji," you panted, your voice an intoxicating mix of pleasure and desire. "This is amazing."

"Only the best for you, mon amour," he replied, his words punctuated by a particularly deep thrust that made you moan even louder.

Your bodies moved together in a sensual rhythm, each thrust bringing you closer and closer to blissful release. In this moment, the world around you ceased to exist, leaving only the intoxicating connection between you two.

Sanji then gently eased out of you, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Let's try something a bit different," he suggested, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of his lips.

"Ooh, what did you have in mind?" you replied, excitement sparkling in your eyes.

With a tender touch, Sanji guided you onto your back on the table, the cool surface sending a shiver down your spine.

"I want to see your beautiful face," he murmured, bending down to capture your lips in a searing kiss that left you both breathless.

As you parted, you locked eyes with him, a teasing smile on your lips.

"Then let's make sure you get a good view," you purred, spreading your legs invitingly before him.

Sanji positioned himself above you, reveling in the sight of you beneath him, your flushed cheeks and parted lips making you look absolutely irresistible. As he entered you once more, your hands gripped his arms, nails digging into his skin just enough to remind him of the intensity of their connection.

"This is... this is the best morning I've ever had," Sanji moaned as he thrust, the sound of pleasure escaping his lips only fueling your desire.

"Mine too!" you moaned in reply, your back arching off the table as waves of ecstasy washed over you.

Your movements became a symphony of passion, your bodies harmonizing perfectly as you chased after the crescendo of your shared pleasure.

In between gasps and moans, Sanji couldn't help but marvel at the woman beneath him. He'd always been drawn to you, but this newfound intimacy only served to deepen his feelings for you. It became clear that this encounter had forever changed the course of your relationship, opening up a world of possibilities neither of you could have ever imagined.

Sanji's hands continued to roam over your body, his fingers tracing the contours of your hips and waist as your bodies moved in sync. He couldn't help but whisper tender words into your ear, each sentence laced with longing and love.

"You're so incredible, mon amour... I can't believe we waited this long."

"Me neither," you panted in response, praising him between moans. "You make me feel so good, Sanji."

"Only because you deserve it, my beautiful goddess," he teased, eliciting a sultry chuckle from you.

The sound of your moans was like sweet music to his ears, fueling his desire and egging him on.

"Oh God," he grunted, his pace quickening as he felt the coil in his lower belly tighten. "You feel so good."

Eyes closed, your senses were heightened; the intoxicating scent of Sanji mixed with the lingering aroma of breakfast created an exotic cocktail that made your head spin. You were a mess of writhing pleasure, words failing you as all you could do was moan and gasp with each pleasurable stroke of him inside you.

As their passion continued to build, you both neared your climaxes, your bodies trembling with anticipation.

After one particular strong thrust, your body shuddered as an orgasm crashed over you, your walls clenching around Sanji as you called out his name.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Sanji groaned loudly as he finished inside you, the intensity of your pleasure pushing you both over the edge. But instead of allowing your encounter to end there, he slowly drew his climax out into you, continuing to fuck into you even more. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect mixture of pleasure and connection that left you both breathless.

"Sanji..." you whispered, your eyes shining with unshed tears as they gazed into each other's souls.

"Shh, my love," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before pulling you against him.

They lay entwined on the dining room table, their hearts beating in time as they basked in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

Their breathy laughter filled the room, a testament to the joy they felt simply being in each other's presence.

"How did you know this is what I've always wanted?" Sanji asked, still awestruck by the events of the morning.

You laughed softly, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "You confessed to me last night that you wanted to see me wearing nothing but an apron. You don't remember?"

"Really?" Sanji shook his head, a sheepish grin on his face. "No, I guess not. But I'm glad I did."

"Me too," you agreed as you traced delicate patterns on Sanji's chest, your fingers dancing lightly over his skin as if playing an invisible piano. The warmth of his body against yours was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but let out a contented sigh.

"Next time you get morning wood," You teased, a mischievous glint in your eyes, "I think we should do this again. Or better yet, go again today"

You could feel the lingering heat from your passionate encounter, a delicious reminder of the intimacy you two had just shared. The sensation of him still leaking out of you only added to the thrill, making you shiver with anticipation for what the rest of the day might hold.

"Alright, alright," Sanji relented, grinning broadly. "But only because you've convinced me that aprons can be incredibly sexy."

"See? I knew you'd come around eventually," you replied, giving him a wink before snuggling closer to him.

Their bodies intertwined seamlessly, like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together. The sweet scent of their earlier encounter still hung in the air, reminding them of their intense connection.

But even as he reveled in the afterglow, a sense of unease began to gnaw at Sanji. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had crossed some invisible line, that he had taken advantage of your vulnerability. As much as he wanted to simply bask in your affection, his conscience wouldn't allow it.

"Hey, love?" he ventured cautiously, unable to meet your gaze. "I… I hope you don't think I took advantage of you or anything."

"Of course not!" you exclaimed, your laughter like tinkling bells. "In fact, I was the one who initiated it, remember?"

"True, but I should have been more of a gentleman" Sanji muttered, his cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment. "I just got carried away by my own desires."

"Sanji," you said softly, your eyes alight with mischief, "You were a perfect gentleman. And besides, I rather enjoyed watching you lose control."

With a sultry smile, you leaned in closer, your breath hot against his ear. "In fact, I wouldn't mind seeing it again."

Your wicked grin grew wider as you playfully nipped at his earlobe. Sanji's heart raced at your words, torn between his desire to fulfill your every fantasy and his need to protect you from his own insatiable hunger. He hesitated, wrestling with the conflicting emotions that threatened to consume him.

"Are you sure, love?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Sanji, trust me when I say I want this just as much as you do," you reassured him, your eyes shining with sincerity. "Now come on, let's make some more memories together."

As your lips met in a searing, passionate kiss, Sanji knew that he could no longer resist the irresistible force that was you. And as he surrendered to the fire that burned between you two, he vowed to cherish every moment of your wild, untamed love.

"Alright, mon amour" he said, his resolve firming as he locked eyes with you. "Let's make some unforgettable memories.”

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