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i'll hold it in my heart and let it sweetly fill my ears~
i can't wait ♡

[ a song just for him? be still his heart. ]

i'll make you anything you want. i'll treat you to sweets or kisses.

can't I just have it all? kisses, treats, your body?

( she was very selfish after all-

whatever he wanted to give to her, she would take and take. )

you know you can have anything you want.

[ and he'll always be ready to give it to her, too honest and loyal to deny her any of it. ]

but it might be a little distracting if i give you too much right before you go out to sing.

that almost sounds like a challenge to me.

( truthfully she should be more cautious, restrain herself and not give into her deepest desires.

with sanji, that was far too difficult. )

I'm a professional, I bet I could sing up there filled up with all your love and not even break a sweat ♡

oh, i know you could do anything, layla ♡
i'd never doubt you for a second.

[ because he truly does believe in her, the way she performs on that stage, instantly captivating everyone in the room with that voice of hers, the way her presence seems to lock in every shred of attention.

she could excel far beyond the reaches of baratie, even if there's selfishness in enjoying that she's here, where he could see her smile and hear her song night after night. ]

but if it helps, i'll give you all the love i have~
because i have so much of it to fill you with. as much as you want.

( it truly was amusing how she felt the same way about his cooking. wasted endlessly on guests who came and went.

yet if they weren’t here, confined to the restaurant they would have never met. )

you spoil me so much my love ♡

is there anything I can do in return for you? for this lovely tea?

[ it still remains his dream to eventually leave from this place, to explore the seas and find the all blue. but he's not likely to, not when he still owes zeff so much. at the very least there's something here to make it all worthwhile, to give him something to look forward to each and every day. ]

you'd never owe me for it.
but i wouldn't say no to more of your sweet kisses ♡

just my kisses? because I'm in rather generous mood~

sanji, I could make all of your wildest dreams come true.

( does she really know what she's saying? no probably not, but being offered this kind of love and company was enough to inspire her to set aside her more selfish nature and actually care for someone else for once.

was she going to take as much as she could while giving? sure, but that didn't stop her from trying. )

[ wildest dreams? oh, he has so many of those. but not in the way that he'd selfishly chase, especially when he's far too easy to satisfy. just her kisses would be more than enough to fulfill his days. even just the sweet sight of her is enough. ]

layla, anything with you would be a dream come true. a kiss, a smile. a song. a word.

i'm already the luckiest man alive for you to let me fill your sweet body with my cum. my dreams are to fill you with it again and again. to watch it drip down your thighs and lick it up. to let my tongue memorize the taste of you between your legs. and then fuck you all over again so you remember that i'm all yours.

( well that was certainly far too easy to indulge him in. if he truly wanted to leave the restaurant and seek more fulfilling endeavors, she would follow along.

this was more than suitable for now though. )

is that how you really feel sanji? you want to...just worship my body over and over again? because it's all yours. every moan, every orgasm, all of it for you to clean up with your tongue like a good boy ♡

[ he isn't one to ask for much. and with all that she's offered him already, it really is more than enough. if she wants to give him more, he hardly knows how to bear it, so overwhelmed by how much it's almost too much for someone like him to deserve. ]

i'll worship your body any given day. perfect and beautiful. your gentle curves, your soft breasts, your tender mouth. let me kiss, lick, suck — let me pull every gorgeous hymn of a moan from your lips.

i'll be such a good boy for you ♡ make you come over and over until you want me to stop, darling.

will all of your attention be for me, and only me?

( it's a question she very well knows the answer to, but reading it instead of just assuming was a far too delicious dream to indulge in. much like her own performances on stage that lulled and drew in every set of eyes in the restaurant, she wanted his to be on her and only her. always and forever. )

because if it is, I'll find it very hard to tell you to stop. I wouldn't dare of such a thing, not when I want to explore every inch of your body and lie exhausted over you every night. ♡

[ sanji's been known to very easily have his eyes drawn towards plenty of women. but since she's stepped into his life, filled up his space, taken over every dream — it's been impossible to do more than provide the usual polite charm when serving ladies at baratie, to be consistently dazed by no one the way that she seems to do to him. ]

only you ♡ how could i ever want to look at anyone else when you exist?

and if you want me every second, never stopping, then i won't. i'll kiss you, touch you, fuck you, hold you, for as long as you need me to. you'll have me in your bed every night, i promise.

and if you need me in your dressing room to fill you up with cum before you go out to sing, i'll do that too.

how about all of the above? I've been so lonely for so long sanji...

( even if it seemed like she was the one truly invading every inch of his life and time, he had been on her mind from the very start. his charms were truly to blame for this build up and she was more than happy to string him along wherever life ended up taking them. )

I just keep thinking how hot it would be if we did that, fucked in my dressing room before I went out. covering your body with red lipstick tainted kisses, hidden under that suit of yours~

i'll make sure you're never lonely ever again, layla.

[ it breaks his heart that she ever had to be. and in reality, he's been plenty lonely too, only known loneliness for as long as he's been alive that he's never known anything else. he doesn't want to be alone either, desperate for company, for touch, to belong to someone. ]

i don't think i'd want to cover myself up. i'd wear all your lipstick stains with so much pride. but i'll hide them if you want to keep it our secret. parts of my body that are just for you.

( 'never lonely again', such a thrilling set of words to fill her heart with so much warmth. truly he was done for, now she would never set him free until he told her enough was enough. )

there's nothing more than I want than to scream from the rooftops that you belong to me. but we have to be good and keep it our little secret for just a bit longer.

we wouldn't want that big old mean man to ruin our fun now would we? ♥

[ if she decided to claim him for her own, he wouldn't argue, enveloped in his own unbelievable dream to be wanted by someone as enchanting as she is. he'd never ask for anything again if this is how lucky he can be. ]

that old shitbag'll probably tell me to keep my distance.

[ either because it's a distraction or to accuse him of being a lewd and disrespectful with a woman in their space, of which is absolutely ridiculous since sanji always makes sure he gives nothing but respect to reira. ]

so we can be as secret as we need to be. which means when i'm fucking you hard against that mirror, we'll have to be extra quiet.

( truly sanji was a man who could no longer wish for anything more—

because even if she hadn't said those words outright, the suggestion was all there. )

I promise to be so very good and quiet as you fuck me against that mirror, but I might need something to gag me. I'm so loud when I moan ♡

but you already knew that.

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[ she's already succeeding at getting him worked up, hours before they can escape to her boat to have the rest of the night to themselves. he gnaws hard at his lip with her words, fighting the groan of the satisfying biting pain that comes from it. ]

how about i put my tie in your mouth? so when i put it back on afterwards, i'll know it was catching every moan, every bit of slickness from your tongue, every teeth mark biting into the fabric, while you were panting with my cock deep inside of you.

( equally on her end, she nearly smudged the very same lipstick she taunted him with when those words appeared before her. )

oh sanji…

can we really do that? it would be our special tie then, maybe we can use it for other things…like tying my hands back while you fuck me roughly against that mirror too?

we can do anything you want ♡

if i tie you up, i'll still take such good card of you, darling. even if it keeps you from touching me, i'll touch you all the ways you like, fingers pinching tight at your nipple, my other palm grasping hard at your hip, fucking you so deep and fast, we might even risk them hearing our skin slapping together so hard.

that sounds so lovely, I’m getting all wet just imagining it.

but you don’t have to be so gentle with me you know? I can handle whatever you want to do or explore.

i don't think i could ever stop myself from being gentle with you. i can't do anything to hurt you. but if you want me to be a little rougher i can be. just as much as it makes you feel good.

[ it's the part that's always more difficult for him, even in the realm of kinks and foreplay. any kind of roughness against a woman goes against his code. to even lay a hand on her in a way that feels violent, no matter the consent involved.

still — he wants to know the things that get her wet, that arouses her, that makes her come harder for him. ]

would you want me to spank you, layla?

( through her own perspective, everything they did was innocent and pure, even when their bodies were strung out on her bed, covered in his cum and sweat. to ask for more came from a desire to be wanted—

to feel loved and possessed. she would never ask him to hurt her or leave marks that wouldn’t go away but he named what she wanted so easily it nearly made her dive her head in embarrassment. )

that’s exactly what I want, the only thing I want—

to feel your hand slap my bottom, getting me so wet and heavy with arousal. telling me I’m all yours and your mine. oh please sanji, won’t you do it? for me?

[ this conversation makes it that much more difficult to be secretive, the way his cock gets thick with the promising desire, thinking of her bent over and begging for his hand.

he doesn't have to think of it as harming her, nothing but an arousing sharpness to her skin, to give her the wetness she aches for, fulfilling his promises of granting her desires. ]

i'll do it just for you, my love ♡

i'll fill every spank with love, and make sure i caress your beautiful skin afterwards. and for every beautiful cry of bliss, i'll give a lick to all that slickness you're making for me.

i'm so hard for you, layla, please tell me you want me in your dressing room now. let me give you so much pleasure before you go sing.

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