Birthday Request Event - 2024

Gift 43 - Sakazuki x cisfem!Reader

Gift Details ♥
Reader Style: cisfem
Character: Sakazuki (Akainu)
Vibe: NSFW Consensual
AU: Canon AU
Prompt: Long-term Established Relationship 

Summary: Sakazuki has come home after a long absence, and needs you to greet him properly.

Content Notes: wet clothes, vaginal sex, fingering, spanking, the Admiral calls you good girl, cream pie, outdoor sex mentioned, ripped clothing, mdni

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Bending low, your lover put two large hands against your waist as he kissed the top of your head. You'd heard him come in, but you'd continued doing what you were doing after calling out to him in greeting.

"We have staff for that." He says gruffly, another kiss landing atop your head, a little off to one side.

"We do." You answer with a smile on your lips. "But it gives me something to do when you're not here."

The next kiss lands against the side of your head, tilting it to the side a little as his hands steadied you. "I'm here now." There's amusement in his deep voice. A soft sound you're certain you're the only one who hears it.

"Will you be home for long?" You question, setting the dishes you were drying off down and leaning back into him.

"A couple days." His tone is almost apologetic as his lips press gently against the curve of your ear, his gloved hands shifting to the front of your thighs. "Worry about that later. Right now, I need you."

He tugs your dress up and you moan sweet for him, leaning back into him. If you weren't up on the stool to do dishes - the house built more for his height than yours - you'd be grinding into his thigh at best. Instead you were able to lean into the impressive bulge straining against the zipper of his pants.

There's a grunt from Sakazuki, and he pulls you up, bending you over the sink. You squeak in surprise, your arms going into the sink up to your elbows. The splash of water soaks the front of your dress and you can't even find a moment to admonish him for it. He's already pulling your skirt up over your hips - flipping the cloth over the back of your head - and pulling down your panty hose with enough force he ends up ripping them.

"Saka!" You cry just before a heavy hand smacks your bare ass and pulls a moan out of you, pushing into the sink a little more. "I'm getting wet!" you huff. The pouty sound is followed by a gasp as his bare, calloused, finger slips between your labia, curling along the curve of your pussy until his finger tip is teasing your clit.

"Indeed." You can hear the grin in his voice and try to muster up a complaint, but he knows your body too well and you're reduced to shaky moans and gasps. Grabbing onto the sides of the sink you lift yourself up a little, letting the water drip from your chest.

"Zuzu," you pout. You're not upset about the wet dress, or the bra underneath, but he usually at least gets you to the bedroom when he gets home. Your hips wiggle against his finger involuntarily and he moves away from your clit, pushing the thick digit into your wet hole.

"Haaaaa ♥!" your back arches as the finger fills you, legs and toes curling from the sweet sensation.

"There we go." He sounds like he's praising you, and twists his finger enough to tease your clit with another finger.

It's everything you have to keep yourself out of the dishwater as he finger fucks you. Your arms are shaking by the time he makes you cum for him.

"That's my good girl." You clench against his finger at the praise before he pulls it out.

He lifts you just enough to pull your dress up more, pulling your bra up and over your breasts, until it's all bunched up just above your breasts. Pulling on the dress he holds you up and out of the sink easily. You realize he's not going to waste time moving to the bedroom when the leaky head of his thick cock presses against your entrance.

Despite his apparent need he works into you slowly, like he always does. Pressing in until your whine turns a little sharp, and then pulling back out. Pushing in again just a little further as you slowly adjust to him, your dripping cunt lubricating his girthy cock.

You're holding onto the collection of fabric, wiggling back against him as best as you can, helping to work him in a little faster, when his free hand reaches around and starts teasing your dangling tits.

"Wa-wait!" You gasp, your hand over his. He pauses for a moment, giving you a chance to speak. "I... I was going to cum, and you weren't even all the way in. I - HNNGH!!" He pulls on your hard nipple and hilts inside you in response to your words, and the rush of pleasure mixes with a deep dull ache as you stretch and are filled so soundly the grunt is ripped from your throat.

"Don't ever stop me for that reason again." He commands, the deep growl pressing against your spine. You nod, shivering and gasping as he began to move.

After a few slow and long strokes, he places both hands on your breasts, holding you out of the sink that way. His index fingers and thumbs tease your nipples idly as he starts to pick up the pace. As soon as you get used to him being buried inside you, he's pulling back out. He doesn't begin to move faster until the wet sound from between your thighs was nearly as loud as your mewling moans.

"You forgot to say something earlier." He practically sighs the words, shoving in deep, and grinding against you for a second before continuing his earlier pace. "Say it now."

"Huh? Uh..." your thoughts are spinning in your head, you were so close again. The way he was fondling your breasts was making electricity dance through your muscles. You were so focused on the impending orgasm you hadn't been thinking. "Ah... Welcome, haah ♥ - welcome home, love."

The grunt of approval is all you get in response as he focuses on bringing you both over the edge. There's a rough pinch against your nipples that makes you cry out as your body tenses the orgasm finally cresting and washing over you.

He licks the back of your neck, teeth heavy against your skin before you feel the hot rush deep inside you as he cums. There's hardly any other sign of his orgasm, as he barely seems to tense or make a sound. After a few lazy thrusts he pulls out, letting your shared pleasure leak down your thighs as you both take a moment to catch your breath.

"It's beautiful outside." He says, voice and manner seeming to be fully recovered as he pulls the soaking bunched up dress of you and throws it into the empty side of the sink. "And you, are beautiful as well," he continues, lifting you up easily and cradling your naked body in his arms.

"Let's go outside, and I'll help you sing for the flowers while you dry off."