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DADDY’S GOOD GIRL ! ♡

synopsis. you started the night with wanting to take care of him. you ended the night with taking him apart. wc. 4.5k

tags. top! reader, bottom! sanji. reader has a cock. hardcore dom/sub. masochistic! sanji. crossdressing, daddy kink, extreme feminization, spanking, dacryphilia, subspace, anal sex, possessive sex, humiliation kink, slut-shaming, praise & degradation, blowjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unsafe sex, exhibitionism, size difference, size queen! sanji. falling in love. daddy/baby girl dynamics. everything is consensual and a shared kink.

a/n. to all my lovers of slutty boys in skirts out there

That blonde looked ridiculously stunning on the dance floor.

He was dressed in a black mini dress swathed with a thin layer of sexy red chiffon, the material cascading down to a barely mid-thigh length, just enough to tease—just enough to leave you wanting more. The bodice was sleek and slim around the chest, with a heart-shaped boob window that showed off the slight swell of his chest, the skin-tight stretch hugging his fitted waistline with a tailor-made precision.

And the best part. Every single time he would twirl around in his heels, hips swaying sensually to the beat, his skirt would lift—just lightly—to allow you the perfect glimpse of his soft thighs and the curve of his bum through black lace panties.

It was almost like he was doing it on purpose.

He would then pause, pretending to straighten the hem out, but not before tossing a sultry, half-lidded gaze over his shoulder… right in your direction. Two subtle crooks of his slim, well-manicured fingers in invitation, as though he were enticing someone to bend her over the nearest table and pound him where everyone could see, legs shaking and mascara dripping in that pretty dress.

It could be for anyone, really, but the mere thought of him having his eyes on you made your pants uncomfortably tight.

You couldn’t help but frown as a redhead with a tattoo on her left upper shoulder threw an arm around his waist and leaned up to whisper something into his ear, a cheshire grin on her face all the while. It didn’t take long before he was slowly spun around to face you, the edge of a sly smile on his face.

He strutted over, heels clacking sharply against the floor, in tune with the heavy beat. “Room for one more?” he asked, a freshly-lit cigarette between two glossy lips, a hand on the jut of his hip. He smelt of rich smoke and caramel, the bittersweet scent washing over you in waves, as though tempting you to take a bite.

What a vixen.

You shot your friends a stern, pleading look, and they snickered at you, clearing the side of the booth enough for him to slide into the seat next to you. You placed a palm on it just as he was about to sit down.

“Well… only if you share that.”

You jerked your chin towards his cigarette, and he sighed irritably, plucking it from his lips with a harsh huff, the exhaled smoke hitting your face and making your skin prickle with fleeting warmth. He then slipped the lipstick-stained head between your slightly parted ones, two fingers dragging against your lips in an indirect kiss.

You glanced up at him, taking a drag before exhaling slowly, the smoke clouding the space between the two of you. You offered him your hand to which he took, tugging him down into the booth until he was pressed snugly against your side. You took the opportunity to snake an arm around his waist, warm palm resting on his hip. “What’s your name, doll?”

“Sanji,” he replied, a dim red covering his cheeks, and you offered him yours in exchange.

“And, Sanji,” you hummed, “is your friend okay that you’re spending the night without her?” You glanced behind him, subtly looking for the tatted redhead that you had just seen.

“The night?” he breathed, biting his lip as your palm rested on the exposed area of his thigh, gently rubbing and caressing. “Getting ahead of ourselves, are we, monsieur…? But no. She encourages it, actually.”

“Can’t imagine someone like you would have a hard time getting laid.”

“It’s not that it’s hard,” he huffed. “They just don’t have what I want.”

“And I’m what you want?”

That got a teasing smile out of him. “Are you?”

“Well, you’d have to let me know, princess.” You squeezed his hip through the fabric of his dress, and he shuddered, leaning against you.

You could feel his shameless stare on the bulge of your crotch, the way every few seconds or so, his tongue would dart out to lick his bottom lip, followed by a sultry lip-bite and a glance up at you through his long lashes. You could feel the air temperature skyrocket around you, sweat building in the back of your neck.

“You can touch, darling,” you croaked, “if you want.”

“Your friends,” Sanji leaned in to whisper, nipping lightly at your ear, “they don’t mind?”

“No,” you swallowed, throat dry. “They don’t.”

“I don’t want to just touch,” he admitted.

It was too good to be true. “Sanji, love,” you murmured, “don’t go making promises you can’t keep.”

He gazed up at you with droopy, lidded eyes. “I’ve done many bad things in my lifetime, monsieur…” He lazily brushed a thumb over your cheek. “But I never, ever break a promise.”

You let slip a feral smile, cupping the back of his neck before roughly yanking him into a hot, open-mouthed kiss, careful not to ruin his dress in your frenzy. You could feel his lipstick smearing over your lips messily, and it was heavenly, almost, the searing heat of a body pressed against yours with the promise of sin.

“Shit,” you moaned as he reached a naughty hand down to squeeze your crotch, but swallowed any other complaints when he slung a thigh over your lap, mounting you in one practiced motion. You could feel the bulge of his erection from under his skirt, the way he grinded forward to let you feel it, and fuck, if it wasn’t erotic.

“Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page,” Sanji panted into your ear, and your hips stuttered at the ticklish sensation of hot breath against skin. He sighed in bliss, rocking eagerly against your hard-on. “Looks—looks like we are.”

“There was a possibility of me being on a different page?” you panted, kissing your way up his neck, breathing in the joint of his jaw and neck, basking in the smell of raw sienna, sweet and warm and rich.

“Y-yeah, well. You kept calling me princess and doll and stuff like that…”

“You don’t like?”

He shakes his head quickly, biting his lip.

“It’s not that. Some… assholes,” he hissed as you nipped messily at the side of his neck, “get turned off when they realise it’s a dick they’re grinding against. Said it ruins their fantasy, y’know?”

“I’d take that as a compliment if I were you, princess.” You smirked, hand trailing up his thigh to knead his ass, shuddering at the sweet whine he let out. “You’re prettier than any girl I’ve ever met.”

“Men like you—they all say that,” Sanji puffed, but leaned in to give you another nasty, wet kiss regardless, hips rocking back against the cups of your palms, encouraging you to touch and fondle. “Just wanna find a hole to shove their cocks into, but when they realise its equipped with a, nngh… dick, they all turn into fucking cowards.”

“I don’t know what fools you’re referring to, but… I would fuck you regardless, whatever you keep tucked away in these cute panties of yours.”

“Sure you wouldn’t prefer to fuck a pussy instead?” Sanji whined, something dirty and desperate in there.

“Think I’d prefer to fuck you, is what I was gonna say, but—” You sneered, lifting the hem of his skirt to reveal his erect cock, bulging in the confines of his see-through lace panties. “Looks like you actually like the idea of me treating you like a girl, mm?”

He whimpered, embarrassingly loud, trying to squeeze his trembling thighs together, as though that would do anything.

“What a pervert you are, Sanji.”

“Shut up, bastard. It’s not anything like that.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a pervert,” you cut him off with a sharp leer. “In fact, I’m very happy to indulge in your perversions… for a pretty girl like you, that is.”

He shuddered weakly in your grasp, hiding his face in your neck with a petulant whine. “You don’t— you don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not a fucking girl.”

“Sanji,” you huffed out a laugh. “What’s got you so desperate in trying to admit I’m into pussy, then? Those assholes who, well, allegedly get turned off when they learn that you have a cock… they’re exactly your type, aren’t they? You want someone who fucks you like you don’t own one.” You reached under his skirt to grope at his crotch, making him choke out a whimper. “You want someone who fucks you like you own nothing but bouncing tits and a drooling pussy.”

“Fuck you.” His lips curled into a snarl, nails digging into your shoulders—only for a brief moment, before his expression crumbled into pure bliss as you stroked his dripping cock. “F-fuck… me.”

“Conceding already?” you scoffed, despite your internal delight. “I expected more from you. You’re unlike any slut I’ve seen before, Sanji, asking to get fucked in public with your friends in the same room. Thinking about how they’ll be looking at you, presenting yourself to me like a whore. How will you face them after today?”

“Shut up already… Sh-shit, that feels s-so good. Keep going.”

“Yeah? Want me to put it inside your sloppy cunt, baby?”

Sanji gasped, trembling lightly in your hold as he fought the urge to grind down against the thick obtrusion pressed deliciously between his thighs, preventing them from closing. Well, fuck it. If you were finally going to give him the nasty treatment he had yearned for, he could care less about being taken bent over the table in front of everyone. So be it.

“Y-yeah,” he slurred, nodding dumbly, “want your big, fat cock in my pussy, daddy.”

Sanji could hardly process the following events that occured. A hot, wanting mouth on his, drinking greedily in the needy sounds that slipped out from his swollen lips unbidden, two searing palms on his ass, kneading insistently like it belonged to them, before he was lifted into the air and slung over a strong shoulder. He hung from there, all the blood rushing to his brain making him blink unintelligently.

He could only daydream about having that oversized cock he had so clearly felt in your pants stuffing his cunt, filling him up on one end and wringing him dry on the other.

“Thought you were gonna fuck me in front of your friends,” he mumbled, almost disappointed. “What happened to that?”

He could only hear a degrading laugh from your end, a shock of arousal curling low in his guts.

There was the faint click of a door locking before his back hit something awfully soft. The snap of a belt buckle. The rustle of fabric before cold air hit the insides of his thighs, panties gone and his skirt tossed up to bunch up around his waist. There was barely time to recuperate, to get used to the feeling of being naked underneath, before your body loomed over his, caging him in, making him feel small.

Sanji blinked his eyes wide open and swallowed, throat dry. You should never wear any clothes. Not ever.

“Is that so, sweet thing?” you leered down at him, and he realised he had said the words out loud. He couldn’t even find it in him to deny it. The answer was right in front of you, written in the wet patch soaking his panties, the unbearable ache between his thighs.

“Fuck me,” he blurted out. “Please, daddy. I want it.”

You grinned. He was so easy, so pliant. Nothing like the façade of what had been. “Nah,” you muttered. “Daddy wants to eat you out first. ‘S that okay?”

He whined, nodding his head. “Y-yeah. But be quick. Want you- hah, inside.”

It was funny how much a person could change with the promise of pleasure. The poor thing. He had probably never had someone offer him so much, before. And you were going to change that in a moment.

“Spread your legs for me, princess.”

Sanji bit his lip, thighs parting for you easily. A quiver went through his body as you slowly lowered your head onto his crotch, warm palms keeping his body open and pliant for you. You looked up at him through your lashes, something smug in your expression before they trailed down to gaze affectionately at his little cocklet.

“What a pretty pussy,” you murmured, keeping him still as he panted and squirmed, your words overwhelming him, making him believe. Sanji knows he shouldn’t. It’s a bad habit in the long run. But when you were saying it with those eyes, those lips, heat and reverence burning underneath every touch, how could he choose not to indulge?

It would be absurd not to.

“Yeah? Y-you think it’s pretty?” he whined, hopeful.

“Of course,” you drawled. “It’s beautiful. You would feel so good around me.”

“Please…” he sobbed. “Please, daddy. M-my pussy needs you. Eat me out till I’m sore.”

He didn’t know what words he was spouting—only that he needed your mouth on him, in him, everywhere, and preferably now.

Sanji couldn’t even swallow the scream if he had tried.

When you went down on him for the first time, you took the entirety of his length into your mouth in one go. The air was filled with sounds of his filthy moans, loud and untamed, hips shaking in your grip as you made sure to swallow every inch of his dick with each trained bob of your head. He found himself squeezing his teary eyes shut as he tried to envision having something else to put in your mouth instead.

If this was how good you were at sucking cock… he couldn’t imagine how you would eat his pussy. If only… fuck, if only.

You groaned loudly before pulling off with a lewd pop, watching as pre-cum trickled down his shaft in rivulets, his cock twitching prettily in your grasp with each stroke. “Fucking hell, baby. You’re so wet. Practically dripping for me.”

“Mhm,” he whined out his agreement, tears streaking down his face, “and it’s all for you.”

You grinned your approval at that, before lowering your head to swallow him wholly again, not stopping until you could bury your nose into his blonde pubes, breathing heavily in musky caramel.

“Fuck, fuck, f-fuck,” he babbled noisily, eyes rolling back into his skull as you sucked hard on the swollen tip, tonguing meanly at his slit until he shook and cried, fingers twisting into the sheets. He could feel just how much he was leaking, how wet he was, pre dribbling steadily into your mouth and down the column of your throat. “Please… wanna cum s-so bad, daddy. ‘m soo close… I’ll be all w-wet and loose for you after you let me. It might even fit… It’s win-win, s-so, please…”

Sanji could almost feel the shape of your smirk before you hollowed out your cheeks, making it all too much at once—what had previously been a comfortable fit around his small cock had suddenly shrunk into something much, much more tight—and then he found himself squirting cum into your mouth with a desperate shout.

He fully expected you to stop, pull off, and spit out his cum with a snarl of disgust. But the loud swallow made itself known, accompanied by the bob of your Adam’s apple. Before you started moving again.

“Daddy,” Sanji cried out as you forced his thighs to part when they threatened to clamp around your head. “Please, please, p-please. It hurts, I don’t want your mouth anymore. Need more. Need you inside.”

You stayed quiet, like you were thinking about it, whether he deserved it or not. He sighed in relief as you pulled off, finally, to look at him like you were about to eat him.

“Turn around,” you ordered, voice wrecked. “Gotta stretch your tight pussy out.”

Sanji shook his head with a petulant whine, but still, turned around to rest on his stomach, not daring to disobey your order. “N-no need, I…”

He flushed, raising his hips to present to you his pink, puckered hole, with traces of glossiness—what seemed like excess lube near the entrance. You paused.

“Stretched myself out earlier,” he confessed, tilting his head to glance back at you. “Knew I was gonna be yours, so I went to the bathroom and f-fingered myself.”

But instead of the appreciative sigh he was waiting for, your gaze only darkened, the grip you had on his hips tightening to the point of bruising.

“Liar.”

His heart dropped to his stomach.

“Wh-what?”

“You think I wouldn’t know what a used hole looks like?”

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Baby,” you sighed, “you should really know better than that.” You put the tip of your finger into his puffy rim, the lingering wetness inside allowing it to slide in much, much easier than a few minutes of fingering would. “You’re telling me that this… wasn’t another man’s doing?”

Tears sprung to his eyes. Sanji had come so close. He wasn’t going to let go of you, now, and definitely not because of a stupid mistake he had made a few hours ago in some nameless back alley.

“I-it wasn’t. I swear, I…”

It was almost funny, the way he teared up at the slightest hint of degradation, as though he didn’t get off on your nasty words.

“Lying little slut,” you murmured, and he whined, high-pitched and needy. You slid another finger inside, testing the stretch. It wiggled in freely to join the other, sticky walls snugly enclosing on them. You crooked your fingers slowly, dragging them against his quivering walls until he was sobbing out something desperate. “I bet you took another man’s cock in some dirty alleyway outside the bar before you approached me. He probably had a hand clamped over your mouth while he fucked your tight cunt from behind, telling you how much he wished you were a girl, but I bet you he wasn’t doing it right. You’re just greedy for better, aren’t you. Never satisfied.”

“Y-yeah. You’re right,” Sanji sobbed, “You’re always right. I’m sorry, d-daddy. Please put it in. Even for a second. Just a second is okay. I’ll make it up to you, I swear…”

It was half an apology, with how he was arching his back to the best of his ability, his hips raised high enough to clumsily rock back against your fingers, taking them deeper inside. But it wasn’t enough. He could to much better, and you wanted more.

“And how will you do that?”

He swallowed, eyes glistening with tears.

“Hit me.”

Your eyes widened.

His bottom lip wobbled, before he raised his hips higher, presenting his ass to you. “Here,” he whispered. “You can… you can hit me as much as you want.”

“Princess,” you muttered, breathless. You had decided that you were going to punish him anyway, but to see him being this vulnerable with you, more or less giving you his freedom and the right to raise a hand to his body when he wasn’t doing certain things your way… it was too much. It was fucked up. It was the worst offer he could ever make.

And you fucking loved it.

“Please, daddy,” Sanji whimpered, wriggling his ass as though to entice, “I’ve been a naughty girl and I deserve to be punished.”

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. Did he even know what was coming out of his lips?

Before you knew it, your hands were on his hips, grip sweaty and tight like a brand. He whined out something pitiful, shoulders shaking as his elbows gave in and he crumbled onto the sheets, panting heavily. You rocked your hips forward, swollen shaft sliding between his cheeks with every shallow thrust, the leaking tip catching on his rim every single time, making him whine.

“Please,” he sobbed, “I haven’t been good at all, daddy. I-I’ve been sleeping around. Letting other men put their cocks in me. I’m yours, daddy. Y-you can’t let that slide.”

His words forced a guttural snarl out of you, and you nudged forward, forcing your tip past his tight rim, groaning loud as he squeezed and clenched around you sporadically, the stretch too much to handle.

“Daddy!” Sanji cried. “So big…”

“Shh, pretty girl,” you hushed, eyes screwed shut in concentration as you pushed further into the warm cave encompassing you, wanting nothing but to force your way in, to break him just as he had been begging you for. “Gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t remember your own name, baby. No one else’s but mine. How’s that sound?”

He whined his agreement, grinding backwards every time you paused to let him take a breather, never wanting to stop. You were big and swollen with heat, and his hole, albeit stretched out and fucked thoroughly by another man’s cock, was still tight and straining to take your size.

“H-he was nothing like you, daddy,” Sanji slurred, pretty blue eyes hazed over. “They all are nothing like you. They were so small.”

You slammed into his hole at his words, groaning loud as he sobbed his pleasure, soaking the mattress with his tears. “Yeah? That doesn’t sound too good, baby. I’ll have ruined sex for you forever, if all the men you’ve fucked don’t compare.”

Sanji shook his head, whining. “P-please. It’s worth it. E-even if, nnngh, ah! Daddy won’t see baby again a-after this. I’ll be daddy’s good girl tonight. I’ll be anything daddy wants.” He was blabbering, moans and cries coming out in broken syllables, wiping away his tears with the heel of his palm but they just keep on coming. It broke his heart, to know that he would just be someone you fucked tomorrow. No longer your baby. No longer yours.

“We’ll talk about this in the morning,” you promised, inching forward until the your crotch pressed against the meat of his presenting ass, your shaft fully resting inside him, filling him up. “For now…”

“Please, daddy,” he cried again. “Hit me.”

The first sting didn’t hurt as much as he had expected. Your palm fell hard against his left cheek, as planned, leaving a ripple of pain and lingering pleasure, making him sob out and clench. You cursed, rubbing a rough hand over the reddened skin as though to soothe, starting to rock slowly into his throbbing hole, trying to take away some of the ache as the tapered tip of your cock crushed against his prostate, leaving nothing but ecstasy in its wake.

Sanji didn’t like that. He didn’t like that you were still trying to take care of him, even if he had been misbehaving. You were so good to him, but Sanji didn’t want good. He wanted to be punished tonight.

“How’s that?” you panted. “Talk to me, baby.”

He swallowed, throat dry. “It wasn’t good at all, daddy.”

“What? Did I use too much force? Was it—”

“No,” he cut you off. “I want you to hit me harder.”

You frowned at the hidden imperative in his words.

Sanji turned his head to glare at you defiantly. “I’m not a delicate girl, daddy. I’ve been naughty, and you gotta punish me for it. Don’t hold back.”

You frowned harder.

“And is baby the one making orders in this room?”

His eyes widened before they lowered in shame, and he shook his head.

“Is baby in charge of daddy, now?”

Sanji shook his head again, lips parting to apologize, but you cut him off with a snarl.

“Then she should shut up and let daddy do whatever he wants to her.”

He nodded obediently, pressing his lips together to signify that he’s listening to your orders.

“Good girl,” you muttered. “Daddy’s gonna hit you now. And you’re going to take it, no matter what. Am I understood?”

Sanji opened his mouth without thinking. “Yes, daddy—”

And the slap came twice as hard. “Filthy little slut. I just told you to shut up, didn’t I?”

He cried out loudly, bucking in your grasp, biting his bottom lip to stifle any sounds. He had to take it. For you, he would do anything. Anything to be daddy’s good girl again.

The pleasant sting in his ass was doing wonders to his mind, sending him into a space where only you and him and the wonderful, wonderful ache existed, and nothing else mattered. But before he could even bask in the heady feeling, the third slap came again, this time on his left cheek, and his eyes rolled back, his cock twitching as he came onto the mattress with a whine and a shudder.

And then a fourth came, soon followed by a fifth. Each one harder than the last, each one better than the last.

Sanji couldn’t think, could hardly feel anything other than the stinging pleasure of warm violence against raw, sensitive skin, setting his nerves ablaze. He loved the hurt. He loved the burn.

And if anything, you were still hard and aching inside him, your cock rubbing against his insides perfectly, filling him up so well, making him feel heavy and aching and grounded, one hand wrapped around his hip at all times to keep him steady while you punished him mercilessly with the other.

Sanji lost count after twenty.

When he came to be, you were stroking his hair, slowly pumping your cock in and out of him. The spanking had ceased, and what was left was a delicious, pulsing pain in both of his cheeks, the ache travelling deeper every time you pressed against the bruises on the backs of his thighs. He didn’t know how many times he had cum, but judging by the way his dick felt as though it had been wringed dry and the space between his thighs were all damp and sticky, probably more than once.

You were pulling out, now, and before he could question the emptiness, something warm, thick and wet had painted itself across his cheeks, and he realised you had cum all over his ass. Over the product of your hard work, and his enduring. His bruises and the marks you put on him.

Sanji couldn’t even cry when you leaned down to whisper “good girl” into his ear, praising him for staying still and being good for you when you needed him to. For taking your punishment like the good slut he was supposed to be. A pretty thing that followed her daddy’s orders.

“Love you, daddy…” he slurred out, blinking mindlessly. And when you chuckled lowly, something demeaning in your tone, he couldn’t even find it in himself to be a brat about it.

He was just that happy.

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