utterlyinvolved

[utterlyinvolved]

You wanted to wreck him. Never voicing, such thoughts leaves him to wonder what you think of him. You both had your moments, small kisses to the cheek and occasional pecks to the lips. But the day his lips lingered on your own for a little while longer, you had cupped his face gently pulled him in and pushing him to the sofa allowing yourself to settle above his lap.

His heart would race, his mind spinning in every direction as you settled above him. The weight of your body on his lap was undeniable, the soft press of your thighs against his making it impossible to focus on anything other than the way you made him feel. Your lips were so close, the taste of you still lingering on his skin, but there was a shift now—a tension in the air that made every second feel like an eternity.

When you kissed him again, it was different. It wasn’t just a fleeting touch, not the playful pecks you’d shared before. This time, there was depth, a hunger behind it that he hadn’t expected. His hands instinctively moved to your waist, his fingers curling into the fabric of your nightwear, unsure whether he wanted to pull you closer or pull away.

But you didn’t give him a chance to second-guess himself. You took control, your hands cupping his face as you deepened the kiss, and for a moment, he forgot where he was, who he was. All that mattered was the heat between you, the way your lips fit together like they were meant to be there.

He tried to catch his breath when you pulled back, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looked up at you. His eyes locked onto yours, searching, questioning. This was different. This was dangerous.

"Do you want this?" Your voice was a whisper, but it carried the weight of a thousand unsaid things.

For a moment, he didn’t speak. He couldn’t. The question was so simple, yet it felt like everything was on the line. His mind raced, torn between caution and the undeniable desire that had been building for so long. The pull between you was stronger than anything he’d ever felt, and for the first time, he wondered if he’d ever be able to walk away from you—if he even wanted to.

His gaze softened, and in that moment, he realized he didn’t need to think about it anymore. The answer was clear.

“Yes," he murmured, his voice raw with want, the simple admission carrying more weight than words could express.

Nanami Kento, Shoto Todoroki, Shinya Kogami, Naruto Uzumaki, Shikamaru,Satoru Gojo, Levi Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Kiyotaka Ayanokoji, Katsuki Bakugo

[utterlyinvolved]

DINNER AT HOME | Sanji Vinsmoke

synopsis: you don't need a knife or fork for this meal.

content: smut

Sanji groaned against you, lapping up every drop of your arousal like it was the finest dessert he'd ever tasted. Pussy drunk would an understatement.

"Sweetheart," he rasped between kisses, his grip tightening on your thighs as he pulled you closer, burying himself deeper, "I could live off this."

You writhed beneath him, your trembling fingers tangling in his soft golden locks, tugging him closer, needing more. He chuckled, the vibrations sending sparks up your spine. "So greedy," he purred, flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth, slow and deliberate. "Let me take my time with you."

Your moans echoed off the kitchen walls as he feasted, his hands holding you open, making you take every sinful stroke of his tongue. The hot cocoa tea's fragrance thickened, mingling sweetly with your arousal between you, turning the air into something primal and intoxicating. The need coiling inside you snapped with a sharp cry, your body trembling as he drank you down, not stopping, not slowing, riding out every aftershock until you were whimpering from overstimulation.

Your eyes rolled back before slowly fixating lazily on his motions. "sanji" you whined, trying to close your legs.

Sanji’s smirk deepened as he watched you struggle to catch your breath, your body still trembling from his ministrations. But he wasn’t done—not even close. His hands slid back down your thighs, gripping them firmly as he lowered himself once more, eyes dark with hunger.

"Not so fast, sweetheart," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, his breath hot against your oversensitive skin. "I told you…I want to take my time with you."

Before you could protest—or beg—his tongue found you again, slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of your soaked folds. He groaned as he licked a broad stripe up your slit, the sound vibrating against you, making you shudder. His hands held you open, keeping you at his mercy as he dipped his tongue inside, tasting, exploring, devouring.

Your back arched as a sharp moan tore from your lips, the pleasure raw and unrelenting. "Sanji—"

He hummed in response, sending another wave of shivers through you as his tongue flicked against your aching bud. Then he wrapped his lips around it and sucked, his movements maddeningly slow, his mouth working you over with practiced expertise.

"That’s it," he praised between licks, his voice dripping with lust. "Give me everything, ma belle."

Your hands drops to his toned arms, tugging hard, and he groaned against you, the sound almost desperate as he doubled his efforts. His tongue moved in languid strokes, alternating between soft flicks and deep, torturous suction, each sensation designed to unravel you all over again.

The heat inside you coiled once more, impossibly fast, building with every stroke, every teasing swirl of his tongue. Your thighs clenched around his head, but he didn’t falter—if anything, he moaned against you, as if he was drowning in you and loving every second of it.

Your breath hitched, "Fuck- sanji" your vision blurred, and then the pleasure crashed over you again, sharp and devastating. A deep groan tore from your throat as you shattered, body trembling violently beneath him. He only drw back for a while to witness you then helped you ride out every wave, licking you through it, his tongue working in slow, lazy strokes that kept you teetering between pleasure and oversensitivity.

You whimpered weakly, with a tear stained face you try to push him away, but he only chuckled, pressing kisses to your swollen clit. "Come on, sweetheart," he purred, his voice sinfully smooth. "One more." he rests his head on your stomach before placing a kiss to your twitching body "Please, one more"

[utterlyinvolved]

I will always be a Sanji's girl, till death do us part.