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Sanji x fem reader (Sanji's Guilt)

TW: Somnophillia!!! noncon!!!!

word count: 1137

uhhhhhhhhhhh second sanji thought i suppose (Technically in my delusional head, the reader wanted this, but never had a clear convo about it.) this is unedited

im a degenerate i fear

sanji felt nothing but guilt. the guilt being his painful cock that he had stuffed into his pants. he only stuffed instead of taking care of himself because he was sneaking his way from the kitchen to the showers.

sanji was finishing up prep, as he usually does, when he thought of you. almost cutting himself when he heard the sweet moans coming from the bath. he wanted to give you time, to finish, so he waited 13 aching minutes until he heard the water drain out. to be extra safe, since the last thing sanji wanted was to disrespect a woman, he waited another 15 minutes after that. if you passed him in the hallway he wouldn't be able to explain himself away.

the guilt? that came from the moment he passed your room.

the door was slightly open, the light from the hallway casting a harsh streak of light into your pitch black room. his eyes unwillingly followed the shadow to your sleeping body.

flat on your back with a stuffed animal wedged under your arm. the blanket (that was barely on you) was the only barrier between your naked body and sanjis eyes.

his hand was already on his bulge.

guilt and shame.

sanji felt his feet move him forward, opening the door only slightly more before he stared at the floor. the prior streak of light was slowly vanishing, until a gently click of the doorknobs mechanism and a swipe of the doors lock.

he swore he wouldn't disrespect you. and it was easy not to. just rub yourself through your pants, finish to the sight of her tits and waist and collarbones and..... just the sight of them.

and he was following through on that promise.

the friction of the materials only felt better to sanji, plus he wouldn't have to think about any clean up until he was in the light of the showers.

"sanji fuuck"

you weren't awake, but if you were you'd be able to hear a pin drop. the sound of sanjis hand against himself stopped immediately. his mouth was wide open in shock. his head? completely blank.

he wishes he blacked out and was so overwhelmed by lust that he wasn't able to control himself. he wishes you hadn't had a dream of him so he could keep giving you secret cum tributes in his pants. he wishes he was a better man.

he instead, slipped the light blanket off you. this night was too warm for you to notice it missing. he realized he was wrong about your nudity, you instead had an old white shirt on, a tank top. it was just barely too tight for you, your nipples poking right through it.

he started there, gently grabbing your tits. mainly trying to convince himself you were real and not apart of some weird fever dream he was having. once he felt them he almost moaned. after wanting you for so long he probably could've cum just from touching you.

but sanji needed to make the most out of his opportunity.

so he slowly lifted your tight tank top, not ignoring how your tits moved with your breathing. his hands were immediatly all over you, pinching at your nipples, shaking them, moving them up and down.

no one knows how long he spent taking mental images of you and fondling your tits.

he sat on the bed next to you and traced his hands down your figure, using his chef muscles to lift your leg to his shoulder. he held and caressed your leg while using his free hand to feel you. he started by using his fingers to spread you, and he almost ruined it by gasping.

you were dripping

must've been a good dream, but nontheless sanji had a job to do. he layed your leg to the side and worked on getting his pants off as quietly as he could. as soon as his dick was free, your leg was on his shoulder again, and he pressed right into you.

(sanji would normally indulge in eating or at the very least fingering, but you were wet enough. plus he felt guilty enough as it is, might as well!)

as soon as he felt your sweet pussy wrapped around him? there was no holding back. he started slow. he gave a solid two slow pumps before he gave in and started raming into with all he had. and boy did he have a lot to give you.

he loved watching your tits shake with each thrust he performed. even as your eyes widened in shock, he liked looking at them bounce.

"sanji are you real?" he knew you were asking cause you had just been dreaming, so he thought up (if thinking is a word that could even be used in his situation) his best 'dream' snaji line.

"of course im real mademoiselle"

he thinks it worked, since you closed your eyes and didn't shout for him to stop. he took advantage and lifted your other leg, swinging them both up and forcing you into a mating press. you now were murmuring and moaning, while sanji pressed your legs into your chest.

he enjoyed the view of your silky soft thighs flattening under his palm, and your tummy being squished by your legs and his weight. he let out a whimper of your name, knowing he didn't have to be quiet anymore.

if he was fucking you hard before, now he was fucking you fast.

you were dripping wet and you looked so good, sanji just couldn't help it anymore. he was moaning with every thrust, squeezing you like it was the only thing preventing him from cumming.

his sweat rolled down his neck and face, he even felt droplets on his hands. he was working so hard, and hearing you and seeing you and feeling you all became too much.

deciding not to abandon all dignity, he warned you how close he was.

that might've been the best decision he made all day because as soon as you heard him, you moved your legs and pulled him onto you, with your hands around his neck. you held your breath for a second and then let it out on his ear, before whispering to him.

"i need it inside sanji.. please"

he was a weak man, maybe the weakest man. as soon as you said please he released what felt like the best load he ever had into you. he felt like a dog, after he came he still humped you, chasing the high.

with some final pumps, he collapsed next to you.

before he could think about what he had just done, you cuddled into him. he wrapped an arm around you. the two of you looked like the epitome of lovers.