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I HOPE NOBODY REQUESTED THIS. needy geto :)) he’s a whiner, he begs, he’s so hard that it hurts - i hope this was good 🥹🙏🏾

synposis: you use geto’s unusual, needy mood to your advantage.

ੈ✩‧₊˚tags: needy whiney geto! (with a soft dom!fem reader. p in v, riding, choking (geto receiving), dirty talk, creampies, pet names used (mama, baby and good boy) slightt overstim but not really. — wc: 1.5k

an: i actually like this one fr. hope u enjoy it mirahhh 🩷

“fuck, i . . . i need you so bad, mama. stop t-teasin’ me.”

you don’t know what’s gotten into your boyfriend but by no means are you complaining. a sight this rare, you wish it could last forever if possible — geto completely at your mercy, a stuttering mess as you arch over his lap, a dainty hand on his thick base as you stroke him tantalizingly slow, dragging his angry tip along your puffy folds, just missing your entrance.

“aww, need me bad, huh?” you coo, purely teasing. your free hand reaches for his cheek, the pad of your thumb resting on his plush bottom lip. “i’ll give you what you want, if you say please.”

this is definitely geto’s karma.

a taste of his own medicine. all the times he’d tease you, edge you till you were on the brink of tears? they’re coming back to bite him right in the ass. really, he couldn’t be mad. not when he’s so hard it fucking hurts — maybe you’d see just how desperate he is, go a little easy on him, even though geto knows he’s undeserving of such humility.

and with that deceivingly sweet smile on your face? geto knows you’re gonna give him hell.

“couldn’t wait for the opportunity to g-get back at me . . . you’re really enjoyin’ this, huh?” he murmurs, rolling his eyes when you respond with a quick yes. his hands are on your hips now, idly rubbing circles into the soft skin. he knows better than to move without permission because if you’re anything like him, you’ll make him suffer longer.

he mutters out a “. . . please.” so low and meek, you almost didn’t catch it.

clicking your tongue, you lean forward slightly — just enough to align his leaky tip with your hole. “now, suguru . . . you can do better than that.” and that’s when he feels it — warm, gummy walls suddenly mold around his aching length, so perfectly that geto sucks in a sharp breath, tilts his head back onto the headboard. god, he’s been waiting for this all day.

you sink down slowly, biting your lip as you adjust to the stinging stretch of his dick. so insanely thick and long, it takes a few long minutes before he completely bottoms out, inch after inch until you’re stuffed full.

geto quirks a brow, his breaths short and uneven as he studies your pretty face intently. “why . . . why’d you stop?”

you simper, your palms planted firmly on his pecs to steady yourself. “told you, baby. you can do better and ‘m not moving till you say it right.” giggling at his annoyed, flushed expression, you tilt your head to the side all innocent, waiting and watching. “say pretty please.”

just impatient, geto kisses his teeth, biting back a moan as his eyes land on where your bodies connect, the lewd view of his cock sheathed so comfortably in your cunt. he wants, no, needs more and at this point, he’ll do whatever it takes to get it.

even if that means he has to beg.

“i want you to fuck me, want you so bad right now, mama . . want you to make me feel good, pretty please?”

just what you wanted to hear.

“good boy.” your honeyed praise had his dick pulsing inside you, brick as ever. wholly satisfied, you lift your hips a fraction before slamming them back down suddenly and geto whines — trimmed fingernails dig crescents into your love handles as you repeat that motion, again and again.

once you get a good groove, the pace you set is steady, sensual — manicured nails anchored into his toned pectorals leave red cat-like marks on the smooh skin as you let out your own sweet moans, mending with the addicting melody of your plush ass clapping on his thighs with each calculated bounce and geto is losing the little sanity he has left.

and, as hard as he tries, he can’t swallow the pretty, broken sounds you’re eliciting from his throat. “fuck, mama. fuckk,” his mouth is stretched in the shape of an “o” and glistening pupils, blown wide are staring up at you through thick, black eyelashes. stray, shiny hairs stick to his sweaty forehead. a few shiny beads trickle from his temple, down the side of his sharp jaw when he mutters a raspy, “ngh-uh, don’t stop, please.”

who would’ve known that suguru geto was such a needy whore?

“love the way this pussy feels, huh?” you pant out, a smug smile stretched from each end of your face, cheek to cheek. he gives a half nod, too fucked out to remember his manners. suguru’s eyes are too focused on your bouncing tits, ricocheting off your ribcage as your hips gyrate, round n round in rhythmic circles — a sight so obscene, he’s convinced you’re heaven-sent, an angel of some sort. “tell me, baby. let me hear you.”

no . . . you’re more like a demon, that’s what you are.

suguru does, indeed, love the way your pussy feels. you’re wicked to think he could even voice such thoughts while you’re literally fucking the shit out of him. so wicked, downright foul. no fair, no fair.

“i said,” snapping him out his reverie, you lean down — hand rising to cup his cheeks between your thumb and other fingers, his lips puff and purse. “tell me how much you love this pussy.”

that’s when you do something new. moving from his face to his neck, your hand curls around the column of his throat, right over his adam’s apple. glassy obsidians filt to your face, widening as that hand squeezes snug against his windpipe and suguru inhales deeply, you feel the lift and expand of his lungs under your palm, the vibration rattling your fingers when suguru finally exhales a strained moan that physically hurt to hold.

to suguru’s surprise, he doesn’t paint your insides white with cum.

“i love-“ he gasps when the pressure on his neck intensifies, vision blurred and speckled with twinkly stars. “i love this p-pussy, so so-“ another inhale, exhale as he breathes out “muchhh.”

“i know baby, i know.” you knew that he’s close, too. a telltale sign, it’s as though his cock swelled in size and god, did it feel fucking good — dragging along the grooves of your inner walls, throbbing and throbbing, with every single drop of your hips, his balls smack dead on your globes — dripping with your milky cream, tight and full with the kids you desperately wanted him to gift you. “gonna cum for me? gonna fill this pussy up, mm?”

“yes, yes, yes,” dribble forms on the corner of his lips, he doesn’t bother to wipe it as he incessantly babbles, “gonna be g-good for you, fuuuck, feels so fucking good, baby, need it, need you, please-“

his breath hitches in his throat when the bed shifts, the mattress dipping under your weight as you plant your feet into the soft memory foam. you bounce, bounce, bounce until you adjust to the new, deep angle this position provided. just like suguru, you feel your own orgasm building. fighting the urge to roll your eyes back into the depths of your skull, you divert your attention back to suguru who’s staring at you dazedly, mouth agape.

he is so, so pretty like this.

“s’pretty under me like this, suguru.” you voice your thoughts in a salacious purr, a pretty smile curls on your lips. “doing so good f’me.”

shaky hands find themselves beneath the curve of your ass and suguru’s legs move into a bend, lifting you slightly so he can match your rhythm, the movement smooth and fluid from how wet you are. “mm, shit.” suguru’s head tilts back into cushiony pillows, eyes screwed shut. heat bubbles in his stomach, tingling through his bones. it’s coming. “don’t think ‘m gonna l-last, mama.” he’s almost distracted by the filthy sound of your cunny, singing a tune akin to gooey macaroni. “c-can’t hold it, g-god.”

“then don’t.”

suguru’s toes flex and twitch, muscles in his thighs jumping simultaneously.

“already told you to fill me up, right? d-do it, don’t hold back.”

fuck, fuck, fuck.

“s’your pussy, sugu . . . all yours. so take what’s yours.”

fuck!

with a long, pitchy groan, suguru’s back arches, whole body wracked with quivers and tremors as he shoots his heavy thick load deep inside your awaiting cunt and you don’t stop moving, no — in fact, you grind harder, milking every last drop of cum from his balls. that’s what brings you to your end, the warmth spreading deep within your tummy as you cry out your boyfriends name — a sticky gush flowing down his glistening length, uncontrollable as you ride out your high.

there’s a mess between your bodies, a nasty mix of fluids on thighs, stomachs, all over the bed beneath you. albeit, neither of you care, electing to lay in the mess you’ve created, a tangle of sore, weak limbs.

you let out a soft hiss as you pull off suguru’s softening cock, shakily resting your weight atop him. one of his arms wrapped around the small of your back and your fingertips skim across the surface of his chest, right over his heart, the beat of it a slow, soothing drum. with suguru’s cheek on your forehead, his eyes settle on the ceiling, lids heavy as sleep calls him.

suguru decides he’ll let you take control more often.

@screampied @preciousamethyst since yall wanted a tagggg

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writing something this weekend i didn’t mean to go ghost lmaooo

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the zoro fic will be shorter but fuck it

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ᰔᩚಎ — 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊

— it's sevyn like the number 🫀 (a cartoon of me + some memes that describe me ⤵

this is a little about me just in case you wondering, who is this bitch behind this filthy blog. i'm sevyn, just a broke college student trying to make a difference fr & i love love to eat idk.

ᰔᩚಎ — animanga i ♥︎ → fire force, baki, undead unluck, mashle, chainsaw man, nana, my happy marriage, psycho pass, full metal alchemist brotherhood, gangsta, monster, jjba, daiya no ace, the case study of vanitas, hajime no ippo, bleach, blue lock, soul eater, haikyuu, one punch man, hxh, vinland saga, tomodachi game, mha, attack on titan & more.

ᰔᩚಎ — my faves → chrollo lucifer, benimaru shinmon, kishibe, roy mustang, shouta aizawa, roronoa zoro, jotaro kujo, miyuki kazuya, yami sukehiro, franken stein, jean kirstein, corazon, ban, baji keisuke, shinya kogami, monkey d. luffy, kisuke urahara, ichigo kurosaki, geto suguru, osamu miya, barou shoei, garou & more

ᰔᩚಎ — music i ♥︎ → leon thomas, pj morton, beyonce , supahbadd, jazmine sullivian, mali music, lucky daye, sir , bruno mars, destin conrad, brent faiyaz, victoria monet, michael jackson , chloe x halle , & more

ᰔᩚಎ — treat for you → i'm super nice fr, tbh i just wing what i write, + you can always talk to me if you want to be moots.

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ᰔᩚಎ — 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

🔞 - nsfw ✅ - sfw

— feel it in my soul (ichigo) 🔞

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ᰔᩚಎ — 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋

— ໒person on da block꒱‎ ‎‎‎‎ichigo kurosaki ೀ you weren't a big fan of rock, but maybe being dragged to a rock concert and after party isn't too bad !

— ໒including package꒱‎ ೀ rockstar! ichigo, ichigo is kind of a mean dom, spanking, degrading (slut, whore, etc...), pet names (baby, pretty, etc...), ichigo is kind of obsessed idk, unprotected sex (wrap for you tap kids), fat dick ichigo, daddy kink, fingering, creampie, implied use of alcohol, hair pulling, spit kink !

You weren’t a big fan of rock music, but your best friend loved it; her favorite band was coming to town, and she was a certified groupie. You didn’t want to leave her there alone, because what kind of best friend would she be to avoid going to the most important moments of her life?

Tee was so excited, she could not even focus on doing her makeup. All she could do was stare at the poster hanging high on her dorm wall as you lay on your bed scrolling through your phone, looking at other people's stories. “What’s so good about these guys?” You asked, and Tee almost broke her neck looking back at you.

“THEE ICHIGO KUROSAKI is coming to our town; I have to be there!” She practically screamed at you, shoving her poster in your face. You looked at the poster with the four guys on it and asked, “Is this Ichigo?” 

“Nah, that’s Renji; this is Ichigo” Tee guided your hand to where Ichigo was on the poster. “He is attractive, but what’s the hype?” “You’ll see.” Your best friend smiled as she finished her makeup and turned to look in the full-body mirror. 

“Alright, let’s go. Do you have your ID because they are strict at concerts?” You checked your bag to look for your ID in your purse and nodded to confirm. You and Tee finally took an Uber down to the already-crowded arena. You saw so many girls; some were half-naked, and some looked like they hadn’t slept in days. 

Maybe this was a bigger deal than you thought, but then again, you weren’t too pressed about this concert, but you did have a good time, so why not? You saw Tee fight tooth and nail to get front-row tickets; she saved for months and got you and her a ticket, and not only that, she won backstage tickets, so you had to go.

The concert was deafening, and you felt your body would hurt terribly when you woke up in the morning. Tee even showed her tits; all you could do was laugh and shake your head. But who said they couldn’t have fun either? Even though you didn’t know any of the songs, you still danced and had fun.

Your best friend was dragging you everywhere after the concert was over; she wanted to get backstage so she could bat her eyelashes and you both would be able to go to another artist's after-party. Tee was perfect at getting you both into the after-parties. You weren’t as wild as Tee, but you did love a good hook-up here and there. 

You waited for Tee outside the backstage door; all you could see was the long line of girls bum-rushing to meet the boys. You were so glad that you didn’t want to meet anybody; you were just back there for the food and free drinks they were serving. You saw Tee come running back to you, smirking with a piece of paper in hand. 

“So I’m guessing you were successful?” You smirked.

“Yeah, and I got a little gift too.” Tee pulled her tube top down to see a signature on her right breast, signed by Renji. “Oh, bitch.” You both laughed. “Look, you gotta do what you gotta do.” Tee pulled her top up and shoved the piece of paper in her top.

“I want to go back to our dorm and change; I feel too sweaty,” Tee said while you both got in the Uber. Something about going back to your messy dorm wasn’t something you would be looking forward to. By the time you and Tee changed, it was already past midnight, and you were waiting for another Uber. 

You could hear the music blasting from inside the Airbnb, you saw a lot of people on the lawn, and you could see Tee recording from inside the Uber. You were low-key tired, but you were going to keep pushing. When you got inside, the music was even louder, and your ears were ringing nonstop. 

“MY TYPE OF PARTY!” Tee screamed next to you. Little did you know, when you looked to your side, Tee was gone, and you shook your head. She probably went to go find her bae for the night. But you were sure that she could take care of herself; maybe you’d be able to find her later if she wanted to be found. 

You sat down on the staircase, watching and observing everyone else at the party. You finally found Tee, but she was sitting and flirting with Renji, so you knew you would probably be going back to the dorm by yourself.

“Why sitting over here by yourself” 

You looked up to see a tall, shirtless figure in front of you. When he bent down to get a closer look at you, you noticed that bright ginger hair from anywhere. Ichigo Kurosaki.

“Oh, um, I’m here for moral support; my best friend is here,” you replied. Ichigo smirked, “Yeah, you’re the girl who didn’t look so interested in our concert.”

You opened your mouth, but quickly closed it; you didn’t have a snarky remark to make. Ichigo laughed, “But I guess you're here now. So, I guess you’re stuck with me for the rest of the night since Renji left me too.” Ichigo sat down on the step next to you. 

“So, tell me about yourself; what’s your name, plain girl?”

“Plain? I’m past being plain; maybe your band is plain.” You replied quickly, and Ichigo laughed. “But seriously, what’s your name?” Ichigo asked with a smirk. You rolled your eyes. “Y/N,” you replied.

“Y/N? Hm, got a nice ring to it.” You laughed. “Yeah, it has a nice ring to it, right?” Ichigo smiled. “Well, Y/N, it's nice to meet you. I'm Ichigo; can I get you another drink?” You smiled and nodded, “Sure.” Ichigo winked and walked away to get your drink. You watched him as he went, a smile still on your face.

You and Ichigo were practically hip and hip all night; you don’t know if it was the alcohol talking or if Ichigo got more and more attractive as the night progressed. You and Ichigo were pinned up in the corner, lips locked together. Ichigo tongue was so smooth, and his hands were rough, but it felt so right grabbing the fat of your ass. 

You could taste the alcohol and cigarettes in his mouth. It looked like you both were practically having sex in the corner of the party. “Let me take you upstairs and show you plain,” Ichigo smirked as he grabbed your hands to take you up the steps. You both stumbled up the stairs, laughing as you both tried to stay upright. You both finally made it to a room, got inside, and locked the door.

Ichigo pushed you on the bed as you spread your legs, and he got in between, smashing his lips back on yours. His lips were soft and warm as he explored your mouth. His hands roamed your body, exploring your curves and making you feel wanted. You felt your heart beating faster as you felt yourself getting lost in the moment.

Ichigo pushed your skirt up even more to get a glimpse at your red-laced underwear as he smirked back up at you. “You must want to get fucked tonight,” Ichigo smirked, licking your neck. You bit your lip and looked away, embarrassed. Ichigo leaned in and whispered in your ear, “Well, it looks like you're going to have to be a good girl for me, yeah?”

Ichigo pushed your panties to the side to feel your wet slit. “Fuck, you’re such a slut, getting wet from a little kissing, hm?”. Ichigo's fingers moved up and down, teasing your clit. You gasped and moaned; your body shuddered at Ichigo’s breath on your neck. “Please, wan your fingers,” you begged, bucking your hips into Ichigo’s hand.

Ichigo’s grin widened as he inserted a finger into your wet pussy. He slowly slid his finger in and out of your hole, his thumb gently rubbing your clit. Your moans grew louder as you felt your hips moving in tandem. 

“Hnngh Ichi! I-I need more.” You whimpered, “Oh? What a greedy little whore you are, when you could barely take one finger.” Ichigo's voice was rough as he spoke, adding another finger stretching you further. You whined out in pleasure, your hand shooting to Ichigo’s wrist in an instant, his fingers never stopping as he pleasured you.

“Move your hand, girl; you got greedy, so swallow your pride and take it.” He growled as he moved his fingers faster. You gasped in pleasure, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you. “Mm, yeah, that's a good girl,” Ichigo cooed as he curled his fingers, making you gasp and buck your hips. 

“I-Ichiii, ah! gonna cum-” You moaned, and your eyes rolled back as Ichigo continued to tease and pleasure you. You felt your body tense as your orgasm was creeping up on you; it felt like the breath in your lungs was getting stuck. All Ichigo had to do was pinch your clit just a little as you let out a loud cry as your body shook, and you came hard, pleasure radiating through every inch of your body. “That’s it, such a good little slut.” Ichigo took his fingers out to get a taste of your essence. 

“Turn around and get on your stomach.” You obeyed, feeling your heart pounding as Ichigo moved behind you. You can hear the belt cackle and clack as Ichigo pushes his jeans and boxers down, dragging you to the end of the bed. “I’ll be a gentleman and take it slow since y’re so pretty and delicate.” Ichigo grabbed your hips and thrust inside you, pushing in slowly and calculatingly, watching you to see how you would react. 

“Ngh! S-so full, Ichi!” You panted as Ichigo pushed inch by inch, making your cunt flutter and squeeze. Ichigo laughed, his hips bucking against yours as he fucked you hard and steady. “Fuck y’re so tight, f’me baby,” Ichigo sank his fingers into your waist as he started to pick up the pace.

“S’good Ichigo!” You moaned into the sheets, muffling your moans, something Ichigo didn’t like because you felt your head getting yanked up by your hair, your scalp burning a bit as you gasped. 

“Don’t hide your moans from me,” Ichigo hissed, spanking your ass as you cried out from the slight burn on your scalp and ass. “Daddy, fuckkk hah!” You screamed in pleasure as Ichigo pounded into you, your hips buckling up to meet his thrusts. You felt like you were going to explode as Ichigo's movements became faster and more intense. 

“Sh-shit, y’re such a slut fuckin’ back into me like that,” Ichigo groaned, his hand yanking your body up so that your back was touching his chest, his tip hitting your sweet spot easier. “Open yer’ mouth and stick that slutty tongue out for me,” Ichigo whispered in your ear.

You obeyed, your tongue protruding out of your mouth as Ichigo spat in your mouth, “Now swallow it.” You swallowed his saliva with a gasp, and he chuckled. “Fuck, yer such a whore for me,” he said, before pushing you back down on the bed and slapping your ass as his pace quickened. 

“Gonna cummmm” Your voice cracked as you gripped the sheets tighter in your hand, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your hips stuttering to meet Ichigo’s rough thrust. “Fuck me too, baby, me too,” Ichigo moaned, his thrust getting sloppy. Ichigo bent over to see your glistening eyes as he bit his lip, he could bust just looking at your pretty face scrunched up just for him. 

“Yesyesyesyes!” You cried out. Ichigo leaned in and gave you a passionate kiss, his hips stuttering and slamming into you and his balls slapping into you uncontrollably. You moaned with pleasure, your body trembling as pleasure overwhelmed you. Ichigo felt you tighten around him, and you came with a loud cry of pleasure. “Fuck, so, so pretty baby,” Ichigo groaned.

“Shit, g’na give the slut just what she wants,” Ichigo panted as he kept thrusting, his orgasm quickly approaching. You whine from overstimulation; you feel Ichigo's body tense as he groans loudly as he comes, his body trembling with pleasure as he releases inside of you. His hips were still moving against you for a few moments to make sure his cum got inside, before pulling out and watching the cum ooze out. 

Ichigo collapsed next to you, exhausted. You lay there for a few moments, trying to catch your breath. “You owe me $50 for a plan B.” You side-eyed Ichigo as he looked back at you and chuckled. “I gotchu ma.” Ichigo slapped your ass once again before sitting up to grab his wallet.

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i got something in the works for ichigo yall bare with me

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ᰔᩚಎ — 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

🔞 - nsfw ✅ - sfw

— boy next door (sanji) 🔞

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ᰔᩚಎ — 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑

— ໒person on da block꒱‎ ‎‎sanji vinsmoke ೀ moving into a new town could be hard but maybe the boy next door can help you move in a little more smoothly!

— ໒including package꒱‎ ೀ soft dom sanji, sanji's an eater cause I said so, f! reader, oral sex (f receiving), sex on the living room couch, sanji and reader are kind of strangers and sanji's a little slut, unprotected sex (don't do this at home kids), praise, creampie!

Who told you that moving a couch on your own was the best idea you’ve had since moving into your house? It was 80 degrees outside, and you were sweating, and you could feel the sweat drip from your forehead to your chest. The neighborhood was so quiet, but it was nice and decorated, and you finally got a place on your own. 

From afar, Sanji was watching you; he had lived in the house next door for about a year now. He was known for flirting with every woman who walked down the street in the morning. His “good morning, beautiful,” and “looking good today” always had them smiling when they walked past him on the streets. 

“Need some help, beautiful?” You hear him from afar, and you turn around to see him. Sanji had a cocky smirk on his face, but you couldn't help but feel flattered. “You don’t think I can do this by myself,” you joked. Sanji chuckled at your smart remark. “Not that I don’t think you can’t do it, baby, but you’ve been squatting and trying to lift that side of the couch for the past 20 minutes.” You scoffed at his reply. “Oh, I see,” you said sarcastically. “You just think I'm too weak to do it.” Sanji simply shrugged and said, “No, I just think it's too heavy for you.”.

You stood up and put your hands on your hips, shaking your head. “Grab the other end of the couch, boy.” Sanji smiled and nodded, and you grabbed the other end. With both of you pulling, the couch lifted easily, and you stood back, feeling proud. Sanji grinned at you and said, “I told you I could help.” Sanji looked around at your little house. You had a couple of pictures hanging up already; all you needed was your couch. You practically did everything yourself. 

“You have a little nice house here, but the most important place in the house is the kitchen,” Sanji smiles. Sanji's smile was contagious, and you couldn't help but grin back. “Why is that?” You questioned him, walking into the kitchen to see if he would follow. Sanji followed you in and pointed to the stove. “That's the most essential part of the house,” he said. “It's where you can create memories and make delicious meals.”

“I was cutting these green peppers for my chicken pepper skillet for dinner.” You walked over to the sink to wash your hands. “Let me help you,” Sanji insisted, washing his hands in the sink as well. You didn’t mind the help; your mother would probably have a heart attack if she saw that you just had a random man next door in your house, but you felt safe. For some reason, Sanji finished washing his hands and dried them on a dish towel. You did the same. 

You and Sanji started cutting on separate sides of the cutting board. Sanji was observing the way you cut your peppers, and he put his arm around you. You felt the warmth of his body, and you felt your heart flutter as Sanji's arm was around you. You carefully followed his instructions, and the peppers were sliced perfectly. “Atta girl, see how easy that was.” Sanji patted your back as you slid the peppers into the pan.

“Would you like to stay for dinner, Sanji?” Sanji smiled and nodded. For the rest of that day, Sanji helped you in the kitchen; you got to know him better. You mean, you were going to be neighbors? So it’s good to know you’ll be able to knock on someone’s door when you need some sugar. 

Sanji was an amazing cook; he taught you new ways to make your food taste tender. He was an overall nice guy. Of course, you didn’t see Sanji stealing quick glances at your breasts and curves while you bent over to put your rolls in the oven. Or when he was standing you, how incredibly hard he was when he smelled your aroma. He couldn't help it; you were so beautiful, and he was so drawn to you. He wanted to be closer to you, to feel your body against his. He wanted to take you in his arms and kiss you. But maybe he was just being a horny dog that wanted to runt into you non-stop.

Sanji was even serving you your own food, and he was your guest. “Sanji you didn’t have to serve me; you’re my guest.” Sanji smiled and said, “It's no problem; I wanted to.”. Sanji had been nothing but generous and respectful, and he couldn't help but be drawn to you. 

After you and Sanji had dinner, he expressed that he had to go home for work the next morning, since he had to be there in the early morning. You packed him a plate to go as Sanji was about to leave. You leaned in and gave him a hug. You both said goodbye, and Sanji left with a smile, not knowing if your schedules would align to be able to see each other again.

It’s been almost a couple of weeks since you moved into your new house. You would see Sanji leave and go, but you weren't to be fast enough to speak with him, since he’s always coming and going. You could not help but feel a little jealous, seeing the women he brings in his home.

You felt a pang of envy, but you knew you had to focus on yourself. You made a promise to stay positive and make the most of the situation. Until one night, Sanji came knocking on your door. You looked out your living room window to see him with a whole dinner in his hand. You decided to close your curtain and go back to watching your TV.

“I know you see me out here; I got your favorite, chicken and shrimp Alfredo? It’s cold out here, Y/N,” Sanji said, dragging your name out. You couldn’t help but deride him. You opened the door, and Sanji walked in. He set the dinner on your table, smiled, and said, “It’s ok to say that you missed.”. You rolled your eyes while sitting back down on the couch, opening the Alfredo he brought over. 

Sanji watched you eat the Alfredo, smirking to himself. You didn’t want to admit it, but his cooking was phenomenal. He sat beside you, smiling. You looked at him with a questioning look. Sanji just shrugged and said, “I'm just glad you're enjoying it.”.

“Who said I was enjoying it?” You joked, and Sanji raised an eyebrow. “Girl, the plate is almost gone; what do you mean you didn’t enjoy it, love?”Sanji laughed, and you couldn't help but join in. You finished the last bite and let out a satisfied sigh. Sanji's eyes sparkled with delight.

Sanji stayed to watch the game show you liked to watch, but you couldn’t help but have an unwarranted desire for something. 

“How did you know Alfredo was my favorite?” You asked, “You have an Alfredo lover magnet on your fridge?” Sanji replied, pointing at his head. You laughed and said, “It's ok to say you missed me.”. Sanji raised an eyebrow and then smirked. “What if I showed you?” Sanji moved closer to your face, and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach as you moved closer to kiss Sanji.  

You felt your heart racing as you leaned in closer to Sanji. His lips were soft and warm, and you could feel your heart melting as you shared a passionate kiss. You can taste the cigarette and the vinaigrette on his lips as you slide your tongue into Sanji’s mouth, taking over the kiss and trying to fight for dominance. 

Sanji felt his face get hot as you slipped your hands down in between your bodies to massage his hard dick. He moaned in response as you continued to kiss, your hands exploring his body and caressing his soft skin. His breathing became heavier as you pulled away and looked into his eyes; both of you were lost at the moment. 

“I want to taste you; I bet you taste heavenly,” Sanji groaned, pushing you down on the couch and pulling your legs up in the air to remove your shorts and panties in one swift motion. He spread your legs apart and started to kiss and lick your inner thighs. You gasped in pleasure as he made his way closer to your center, his tongue teasing you as he explored your body. You felt yourself getting more and more impatient as his thumb gently grazed your clit. 

“Sanji, h-hurry,” you plead. You were so desperate to put his tongue in your folds, that you were going to go insane. He finally gave you what you wanted—his warm tongue exploring your sensitive areas. Your body was trembling with pleasure, as Sanji pushed your legs closer to your chest, your thighs feeling a slight burn. 

Sanji was face-deep in your pussy; you could suffocate him in your juices. You felt like you were going to explode as Sanji's tongue explored every nook and cranny. His movements became faster and more intense, bringing you closer to ecstasy. You couldn't help but try to grind your pussy on Sanji’s face. Sanji could feel the pre-cum squirt out of his dick as he thrusts into your couch, your moans, and pleas turning him on. 

“I-I.” Your voice was cracking as you bit your hand harder, your thighs squeezing so tight around Sanji you could pop off.

Sanji's nails were squeezing into your thick thighs as he rubbed and sucked on your clit like your life depended on it. Your moans of pleasure echoed around the room as Sanji brought you to the brink of pleasure. The vibrations of Sanji’s moans send you over the edge as you buck and grind your hips, whining. Sanji's body shuddered as you came, his tongue still reaching deeper and deeper inside to collect all of your juices. Sanji's hand moved up your body, caressing your skin as he continued to please you. 

“Wan’ feel you inside, Sanji” You whine, spreading your legs again as you watch Sanji untie his sweatpants and pull his boxers and pants down with swiftness. His tip was just as red as his face and leaking with pre-cum. “Fuck you’re going to be the death of me. Sanji bent over to kiss you as he slid right inside you, his lips muffling your moans.  

Sanji began to move in and out; his pace was slow and deep, and one of his hands was on your face so you could look into your eyes as he thrust deep, slow, and rough. You wrapped your legs around his waist so you could feel him deeper. “Fuck! You take it so well; you’re such a good girl for me, baby.” Sanji groaned, kissing down your neck. 

Sanji saliva dripped down your neck as his thrusts were slow and calculated, his hands grabbing your nipples, squeezing, and playing around with them. You moaned in response, your head foggy and your cunt full of cock. Your hands scratched up and down Sanji’s back, making him groan.  

All of a sudden, Sanji pulled out, turning you around, your back arching as he pushed you down and pulled your ass up. He spread your legs apart and plunged back into you, his thrusts getting faster and harder. You moaned in pleasure, your body trembling with pleasure. He kissed your shoulder. “Such a tight pussy, y’re so dirty fr’ me, isn’t that right, princess?”

Sanji's thrusts got faster and harder, and his grip around you tightened as he thrust into you. “Sanjiiii.” You moaned at the sudden change in position, and your moans turned into screams as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. Sanji's thrusts became faster and harder as your body shuddered in pleasure. It was too much pressure; you feel yourself pushing your hand back for a sense of relief. “Is my princess tapping out? I hope not; you can come one more time for me, yeah?” Sanji bent down to whisper in your ear. You nodded, unable to speak as your breathing became ragged. Sanji's movements became more urgent, and his breathing became ragged too. 

“G-Gonna c-cum Sanji, p-please,” you said weakly, your eyes rolling up to the ceiling and your nails digging into the pillow in front of you. Sanji let out a low moan as he thrust into you, his movements becoming erratic as you felt yourself approaching your climax. “F-fuck, mm gonna cum too baby girl,” Sanji groaned in your ear as he bit into your neck, as his hand came down on your ass, making you hiss.  

“Hnngh! S-Sanji-” You choked as you came hard, biting down your lip, your body shaking as your toes curled, and your eyes slightly watering. You let out a loud cry as you felt yourself reaching the edge. 

“Where you want it, baby?�� “I-Inside P-Ple- Oh!” You whimpered as you felt Sanji's hot cum fill you to the brim, Sanji came with a loud moan and huff as his hips came to an abrupt stop. He smiled as he watched the cum drip back down on his dick and onto the couch beneath you both. You are both exhausted, basking in the afterglow of your intense orgasm.

Sanji pulled out of you with a satisfied smirk, his body still shaking with pleasure as he looked down at you with a satisfied gaze. Sanji fell next to you as you both caught your breath, and you still lay there as you panted.  

“So that Alfredo, huh?” Sanji said, looking over at you. All you could do was laugh and playfully hit him as you slowly leaned back up. Sanji chuckled and shook his head. “Yeah, that Alfredo,” you sarcastically said as Sanji smiled before kissing you again.

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