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