Peppermint
Sanji x F! Reader
Day 19: NSFW - The Perfect Gift.
tw: nsfw. Sanji is sick. Oral sex. Cum swallowing. Riding. Switching from the sub to the dom position. Inspired by these screenshots from Gyojin Island arc.
wc: 1107
My dear @sanjithesimp here I am with your request! I hope you liked it as much as I did when writing it! Thank u for your support and Happy holidays my love!! 💖✨
The request was:
sanjithesimp asked: Hey Sashi! How are you doing? Omg I just saw your event and I immediately came here to make my request. This is such a cool event. So here it goes, I want to request day 19.with Sanji peppermint. fem reader. modern au
Thank you in advance <3333
“Stay in bed, Sanji-kun!”
“But…(Name)-swan”
“No buts, go back to bed!”
For the very first time in ages, Sanji is sick. It’s just a simple flu, yeah, but he is mortified. The poor man wanted to prepare the best meal for Christmas eve, and he is absolutely unable to do so because of the fever - Oh, and you. You won’t allow him to move from bed-
Every time he comes to the kitchen, nose stuffed, blushed cheeks and sleepy eyes, you can’t help but melt. Yet, you scold him to come back, but as a spring he is back minutes after. Is not that you don’t know how to cook a simple soup for him, but… Sanji’s nature won’t allow him to stop supervising her lover. Plus, he feels bad for being the one receiving something instead of him serving others.
“Go to bed, Sanji. I know you are hiding” you tell him, pouring the soup onto his plate. You can hear him quickly and stealthily dragging himself back to bed, yet his coughing betrayed him. You giggle and prepare a tray with the utensils, some orange juice and bread.
Sanji is obediently sitting in bed, when you come with the tray and place it over his legs. “I’m not as talented as you when it comes to cooking, but I think this soup will help with your symptoms” you tell him, helping him sit properly to dig in.
“I don’t deserve this, (Name)-swan!!” he says, pouting. “Shut up, let me take care of you today, ok?” you tell him, taking the spoon to his mouth. “Open big, here comes the plane” you joke, and both laugh. Yet, deep inside Sanji’s sea blue eyes you could see a hint of sadness.
“Why are you so sad, Sanji?” you ask him, tucking his blond bangs behind his ear. “I… I’m not…!” he immediately says. You gave him the “I know you more than myself” look, forcing him to stop lying. “Uhm… it’s because I had prepared the perfect gift for you, love. Everything you liked and more, I spent almost two weeks elaborating the most exquisite menu for Christmas eve… but… here I am, making you work for me instead” he tells you, sniffling.
You smile subtly, Sanji’s sweetness and kindness are by far the most beautiful traits of his personality. “Don’t be silly, you are the perfect gift. Myperfect gift” you utter, kissing his forehead.
And as your lips graze his skin you notice he is burning. “Sanji! you are burning! Why didn’t you tell me you were running a fever?!” you scold him, already bringing wet towels to lower his temperature. “I… I didn’t know I had a fever” he lies.
“Yeah, sure! Uhg, Sanji! Come on, take your shirt off”
Sanji’s expressions turn from a sweet innocent sick boy to a lustful man in a matter of seconds. No fever is high enough to make his libido go down, much less when you tell him to undress. You notice that, but of course, health comes first.
You put wet towels on his forehead, nape and under his arms. “Let me put some more in between your legs” you tell him, removing the blankets. The wet clothes that you diligently place in between his strong thighs and crotch get instantly warmed up. Little drops trace random paths cooling Sanji’s temperature.
The blonde grimaces at the sensation of coldness over his hot skin. And even if he didn’t want it to, he couldn’t hide his erection. He turns his head to the side, wrinkling his nose and closing his eyes. Poor cook, he has failed miserably to hide his horniness… that’s not what gentlemen do.
“Even with a high fever?” you ask, laughing. “I’m sorry” he mumbles, burying his head into the pillow. “Sorry? for what? For being horny?” you tell him, lifting the towels up and squeezing them so drops fall over his lower stomach and crotch.
Sanji squirms and bites his lip.
“I think it might be time to give you my gift” you whisper, spreading the water all over his thighs and playing with the little black happy trail that connects his belly button to paradise. “A… gift?” he stutters, with a little drop of blood falling from his nose.
“Uhum…” you smile and lick your lips. If there is something Sanji loves, those are your oral skills. “I bet your boxer got all wet, let me help you” you say, sliding down the elastic of his underwear, freeing his hard sex.
You lick the precum off his tip, making the blond to moan soundly -ending in a cough attack-. But you keep on once it’s calmed. Endless kisses over his prominent hip bones, kisses that sometimes turn into bites. Red, maroon marks all over that soft milky skin.
“(Name)-swan…” he whines. “What, Sanji? Uhm?” you ask, looking up into his needy countenance and stroking his shaft softly. You stick your tongue out, just to make the tip of his dick barely graze it. A sweet torture for him… and you can see how much he wants to bury himself inside your mouth by bucking up his hips.
Your free hand, with fingers already wet by your saliva, playfully stimulates the cook’s perineum. “(Name)” he grunts, this time the poor man is unable to resist himself any longer, and in a second his fingers brush your hair pulling from it.
And there he is, Sanji’s feral mode has been activated. And you love it.
He moves your head up and down, making you gag and choke with his sex. His strong, fair thighs so close to your face, and you plead to be crushed by them.
The cook’s ears are delighted by your choking noises, the tears forming on the corners of your eyes arouse him to no extent. He could be the sweetest, but he also has a hidden dark side… a feral, a strong, a manly side that takes over him and his whole anatomy.
“Drink it all, don’t waste a single drop” he commands, informing you he is about to come. And you, messed up and absolutely pleased by the order, smirk ready to receive his sweet release in your mouth.
And just as he commanded, you drink the warm sticky seed, showing him how you didn’t spill a single drop, licking your teeth.
“Hope you liked my perfect gift, babe”
After trying to stop his profuse nosebleed, Sanji begs for more. “(Name)-san… ride me” he urges you, because of course fever wasn’t enough to stop him, and he was not satisfied in the sightless.
And neither were you…
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