Okay, here's the thing about Sanji.
He is into cum play. Like, really into it.
Everyone knows his taste buds are insane, the guy's been training that damn palate for years.
When he's got you under his mouth though? It's a full-on obsession.
He's not merely tasting.. He's exploring each slick curve, every salty bead and it sends him spinning. He can't get enough and once he starts? There's no planning to stop anytime soon.
When he dives in, his tongue is merciless, lapping and swirling in wild circles around your clit, pulling you under like you're the most delicious thing he's ever had the luck to taste.
The sounds this man makes?
Loud, sloppy like a goddamn animal starved for this kind of hunger. The wet smack of lips against skin, the desperate little whines that slip out when you clamp your thighs on his cheeks, grinding him deeper.. It's all driving him insane.
He's got this wild need to taste everything and by everything, I mean every slippery bit that coats his mouth with hands clamped around your hips, nails tracing bruising lines that sting nicely, anchoring you as his mouth moves in skilled motions, plunging lower and circling tighter as if trying to consume every inch.
Now here's the best part, you don't just let him savour you whilst he's still having control.
Instead, you take the reins because you know damn well how badly he wants it like that.
Fingers grabbing a fistful of his sun kissed hair, pulling him harder until his breath shifts unevenly and the rough sounds spilling out of him are vibrating against your tender flesh.
Your hips slam down, grinding like you own every inch of that mouth, thighs squeezing around his head while you mess with his mind. At times, you pin him there while heat trapping him, your juices sliding over his cheeks and jaw, leaving that evidence shine on his skin like a badge of honour.
And the smell? Damn, it's intoxicating.
That salty, musky scent of you mixed with the tang of his own sweat as he works harder, his sighs hitching against your skin with every greedy lick and press of him against you.
You can hear the messy, wet sounds of his mouth fucking you. Every smack, slurp and noise of his fingers gliding inside you, coated thick while Sanji's digits pump slow and deep, curling just right to hit your spots and thumb rubbing circles over your clit, shiny from all the moisture.
Every so often, he pulls his fingers free then slowly traces his tongue over each one, savouring the taste like nothing in the All Blue could ever compare.
Ocean eyes stay glued to yours, completely absorbed in the mess you’re both tangled in. Then, without a word, he offers those soaked digits to your mouth, thick with your essence and you suck them in, torturously slow and deep while he watches hypnotised.
There are times Sanji has you straddle his thigh while he's still fully dressed, those black pants clinging tight as dark patches start gleaming where you drip down. Watching you ruin his clothes this way? It's pure porn to him.
It's a competition between that or him pulling you flush to grind your hips against his bare chest with your sensitive cunt smearing over his skin, pressing hard enough that you feel every ridge of muscle beneath whilst he presses soft kisses on your stomach.
Sanji adores his fingers digging firmly into the curve of your arse, thumbs pressing and kneading the sensitive skin just to promise bruises you'll proudly wear later.
If your legs start to wobble? He shifts his grip, steadying you, guiding your hips to help you trib harder, faster until you shudder and come undone right there against his chest.
When he's desperate, he pulls your full weight to press against his face, drowning him in your heat and scent as your thighs squeeze around his head, muscles flexing to help your hips roll against his nose, driving his tongue deep inside you.
Every loop and repetitive attack teases your most sensitive spots, dragging your arousal along his cheeks and strands of hair stuck to his skin whilst his lungs seize, struggling to hum needy against your throbbing core.
Even as your body quivers, breath uneven and every part weak, this man refuses to ease off. That tongue, so damn eager just glides and twists, tracing every curve with a patience that borders on this need to have you completely spent.
He's not just tasting you, he's memorising, licking you clean like it's a sacred ritual. Unashamed and unapologetic with it. That's Sanji.
And honestly? Would you want it any other way?
