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[chiffonades]

yes ma’am ♥ you always look good enough to be served, nami, but now— fuck. you look so hot in that.

[ It’s not as though Sanji needs an excuse to be excited— he’s already achingly stiff, already feeling that familiar thrill that only comes out when they’re being particularly filthy— but if he did, Nami’s photo would’ve given him one, the sight of her in lingerie always enough to steal his breath away and set his blood on fire with how bad he wants her. It’s certainly something he’s thinking about as he slowly fucks his ass with his fingers and then with the plug, the image of her vivid even behind his eyelids, curiousity and excitement running amuck in his brain. They’ve never tried anything quite like this, but the thought of Nami being in charge— of her telling him what to do and praising (or punishing) him for his efforts— is enough to leave his body thrumming with excitement.

It’s no wonder he takes things a little far— furiously jerking himself off once the plug is all the way in, stealing glances at the picture she’s sent him, pleasuring himself until it’s all too much to handle— once the plug is in. Caught up in the heat of the moment, it doesn’t even occur to him that he might be looking forward to being punished as much he’s looking forward to being praised until he feels another thrill after reading her reply, teeth biting his bottom lip as he feels another thrill at her words. ]

i’m sorry :(

[ Sanji doesn’t bother cleaning himself up— she didn’t tell him to do that and, besides, he has a feeling she’d rather see the evidence of his wickedness splattered on his chest and belly. Capping the lube and putting it on the dresser table, he’s quick to exit the room, an almost guilty, recalcitrant look on his face as he closes the door behind him. It’s after the door’s closed that he finally sinks to his knees, just as she asked him to do, lips parted as he looks over at her, the apology dying on his tongue when he sees— ]

Fuck— you aren’t wearing any panties— I mean—

[ Her legs aren’t spread particularly far apart, but even so, he can still see the bare folds of her cunt, and how slickly swollen they are. Any other time, he’d stumble the few steps forward and bury his face between her legs, tongue drawing a hot, wet line over her slit with a husky groan as the taste of her arousal set his head spinning. And he’s so damn tempted to say fuck their plans and do just that— that’s how good she looks, even with the plug in his ass to remind him that he’s supposed to be her puppy— cock giving an obscene little twitch as he looks at her with open, greedy hunger on his face, but instead, he remains where he is, forcing his gaze down, staring down at the floor instead and trying to emulate a dejected looking puppy. ]

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[ After rolling her eyes at that apology, she keeps them narrowed, watching Sanji appraisingly as he finally leaves the bedroom, taking in the streaks of cum on his abdomen and the thick length of his cock as it juts up from between his thighs while the tail connected to the end of the plug inside him brushes at the backs of his legs. Even though she’s the one in charge, he still makes her heart race with anticipation, the rising pitch of his desire unmistakable, despite how he lingers petulantly on his knees in front of her. ]

Did I tell you, you were allowed to waste cum like this?

[ Tsking admonishingly as she bends to slip the collar over his head, Nami leans forward more than she needs to, purposely bringing the sight of her cunt tantalizingly close, and giving him a clear view of the streak of slick drizzling down the inside of her thighs. It would be so easy to tug at his leash and bring his mouth right against the heat of her folds before keeping him there until she’s coming hard enough for her wet to drip down his chin,and she knows they both know that.

But she wants to take advantage of this, of this new, exciting way for them to learn one another and how much pleasure they can make one another feel while playing with these distinct boundaries of power at the same time. Sappy as it is, even in the hottest of moments like this one has the potential to be, Nami wants to find and master every way there is to love Sanji. ]

Come on, naughty boy. On your feet, and don’t you dare cum until I tell you to, understand? [ Stepping back, somehow managing to frown critically despite the heat radiating off her skin and making her cunt clench with need, Nami tugs the leash firmly, waiting for him to stand before she leads him towards a table. ]

Rest your hands on it and bend forward, pet. Let your mistress make sure you’re ready. [ Lengthening the leash while she waits for him to follow orders, Nami lingers beside Sanji, getting close enough that her breasts brush against his arm as her finger press against the end of the plug, grinding it inside him. ]

How does that feel? Is that why you couldn’t wait for me? Because my pet likes his ass filled up like this? [ The pressure of her fingers relaxes and tenses in a drawn out rhythm, one where she’s fucking the plug into him for long stretches of delicious seconds before relaxing away, pausing now and then to rain gentle slaps down on his ass. ]

Your cock’s so hard, isn’t it, love? [ She asks, but pointedly refrains from touching. ] But you’re going to have to learn to be patient before I let you cum again. You’re going to have to practice licking my cunt until you’re so desperate for my permission, you beg to mark up your mistress.

[ One more grinding press later, Nami gives Sanji’s ass a final spank before she leans back against the edge of the table, giving his leash another tug. ] Use your mouth on my clit while you fuck me with your fingers. Don’t you dare keep me waiting.