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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.

oh but we can’t do that in my dressing room. the noise will surely reveal our little secret.

( a shame really, if they ever had the restaurant completely to themselves, she would absolutely make quick work of sleeping with him in every room, on every table, and on that stage he just loved to see her on. )

we’ll just have to wait until night, but you don’t have to wait just to fill me up before I go out to sing.

the door is wide open, just for you my love 💕

then we'll make that part our sweet late night dessert just for the two of us. i want to hear every sound it slips out of your sweet, perfect lips.

[ he can be both impatient and patient, since it just means they'll never run out of ways to have one another. that he'll always be able to have some part of her, wherever they find themselves. ]

i'll be there soon for our appetizer ♡

[ they'll have a bit of time after all, even if they'll have to make sure she has ample time for properly fixing herself up before she goes out there into the spotlight where everyone will have their eyes on her.

but for now, he wants to see her in ways that are just for him. carefully dodging attention as he slips swiftly through the baratie's halls, he makes his way to the back room where they've reformatted one of the storage rooms into a dressing room for her. he peers around, makes sure that no one notices him before he hastily slips inside and shuts the door behind him.

prioritizing setting the lock, he turns on his heel to beam at her with a big smile, exhaling a relieved sigh in seeing her. ]

Oh, Layla, darling.

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