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eelnoise · 1 month ago

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a view of you

sanjixfem!reader (nsfw!)

week 3 of small kinktober!

>it's your anniversary! sanji wants to try something new with you this evening - if you're willing.

cw: shibari/rope play, endless praise, mirror sex, f on top, piv sex, softdom!sanji, FRENCH used an: i just think he's so cute. ik he'd treat us all so right 😭 wc: 2.21

“Do you trust me, mon amour?” Sanji whispers, pulling you further onto his lap. His cadence is smooth—a soft rumble that vibrates reassurance into your ear. He thumbs at the length of a silken rope in one slender hand while the other trails its fingers along the inside of your thigh.

Nestled snugly into his arms, you’re seated atop a few pillows with a floor-length mirror angled with you at center stage. Your clothes have been far discarded, leaving the sleeves of his unbuttoned dress shirt to run up and down your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake and making you shiver against his warm chest in anticipation.

Of course you trust him. You trust him far more than you think he knows.

Sanji’s soft smile catches in the mirror, and despite your compromising position, you reflect it with a soft nod.

“With my life.”

Sanji's smile widens, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he takes in the sight of you in the mirror - your hair mussed, cheeks flushed, and body trembling with anticipation in his arms. He leans in, kissing the shell of your ear as he murmurs, "That's my brave girl. I've got you, always."

"Watch," he murmurs and gestures toward the mirror. One hand slides down to grasp your hip, thumb stroking circles into the sensitive skin there. The other reaches for the silken rope, unraveling it with deft fingers. “I want you to see how much I adore you.”

He ties you up gently, creating intricate cross patterns that weave down your chest and around your waist, binding your wrists securely behind your back. With each loop and knot, Sanji's touch is reverent, almost worshipful.

He takes his time, caressing and admiring every inch of exposed skin from your waist up before securing it with the ropes. The bindings accentuate your curves, painting and framing your body like an erotic work of art that could bring a tear to the eye of any master.

"Magnifique," he breathes, leaning back to admire his handiwork. "You are a vision, ma chérie. A goddess made flesh. How could I be so lucky?”

You feel your cheeks flush—even now, with you bound and vulnerable in his arms, he still manages to effortlessly conjure up a warmth in your chest. His actions prepare to ooze their love—as true and loving and tender as they can be—into you as he leans his head down, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck with a satisfied hum of approval.

Sanji sighs blissfully as he inhales, your sweet aroma alone is enough to make his head spin with want, adding the perfectly wrapped gift that is you waiting so patiently on his lap and on any other night his insatiable love for you would have ended this far too early.

Tonight though—tonight he wants to celebrate your love by taking his time. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your neck to pepper your skin in kisses. “You taste so sweet, ma chérie,” he murmurs, allowing his fingers to roam down the valley between your breasts in a sinfully slow tease, “Délicieuse.”

A sigh finds its way from your throat when his tongue darts out to lick directly up the center at nape of your neck, followed by another burst of shivers electrifyingly shaking it’s way right to the apex of your thighs when his course diverts to ghost over the sensitive peak of one of your nipples. You watch Sanji's touch in the mirror's reflection. His thumb and index finger roll the hardened bud just enough to make you gasp sharply, your body arching into his touch. “Sanji…” you whine as you try to instinctively raise your hand to his cheek—the urge to kiss him overwhelming you. Tilting your head toward him, you attempt to garner his attention away from his mouth’s assault on your neck.

Deft fingers continue their ministrations between your thighs as he speaks. "I love watching you like this—getting to see all the cute little faces you make for me.” His thumb presses harder against your clit, rubbing tight circles that send jolts of pleasure through your body. "And now you get to see them too. So please, mon amour, tell me—does it feel good, having me touch you like this?"

"Please, Sanji," you whimper, your body trembling with desire as your hips buck against his hand. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, your chest heaving with each ragged inhale. "It feels so good. I need more."

His fingers slide down, gathering your slick arousal before pushing two digits inside your tight heat. He pumps slowly, curling them within you and against your sopping walls. "That's it, relax for me," he encourages, his other hand moving to squeeze and knead your breast as his thumb continues its relentless assault on your clit.

The hand now free from holding you open finds its way back up your chest, tracing each labyrinthine knot and dip into your flesh that the rope accentuates.

Your head falls back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as you lose yourself in the sensations. His fingers move in and out at a steady pace, curling just right to make your toes curl and your thighs tremble. You can feel the pressure building, your body tensing as you near the edge.

"You're so close, aren't you?" he murmurs, his hot breath fanning across your neck. "I can feel you tightening around my fingers. Cum for me, mon amour. Let's see you fall apart."

You repeat his name like a mantra, a holy word that falls from your lips as you let go completely. Trembling, you arch into him, and the coil that had been building inside you snaps. Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, crashing through you with such intensity that leaves your legs twitching, your fists clenching, and your vision hazy.

As you come undone in his arms, Sanji holds you close, murmuring words of praise and adoration into your ear. He continues to stroke you through the aftershocks, drawing out your pleasure until you're boneless and pliant against his chest.

Sanji pulls you gently into his embrace, showering your forehead and cheeks with soft, lingering kisses. "You’re so breathtaking when you let yourself get lost in the moment for me," he whispers, his voice filled with warmth and tenderness. "I could watch you shine like this all day long."

He gently eases you back onto the pillows, his hands roaming over your body in a tender caress. "How do you feel?" he asks, his voice low and husky with desire.

"Amazing," you breathe, tilting your gaze to his in the mirror, your eyes sparkling. "It felt so good... I didn’t want it to end." You giggle softly, searching his gaze, hoping he understands just how much he means to you.

Sanji's smile is warm and tender, his eyes sparkling with love and adoration as he gazes down at you. "I'm truly glad, mon amour. You deserve nothing less than to feel extraordinary." He leans in, enveloping your lips in a deep, passionate kiss that leaves you utterly breathless.

"Now," he says, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean. "Could you do me a favor and raise your hips a bit for me?"

You oblige him, and with his help, you raise upward just enough for Sanji to wriggle his aching cock free from the barrier that is his boxers. Sanji's cock springs free, hard and throbbing, already glistening with precum at the tip. He wraps a hand around the base, giving himself a few slow strokes as he takes in the sight of you above him, bound and wanton and just begging to be filled.

"Mon chou, I want you to watch." Sanji coos, pointing a long finger toward the mirror. "Watch how you take me."

A soft blush colors your cheeks as you watch, transfixed, as Sanji positions himself at your entrance. He teases you with the head of his cock, rubbing it up and down your slit and coating himself in your arousal.

"Ready for me, ma chérie?" he asks, his voice low and rough with barely restrained hunger. Before you can even form a response, he begins to push into you—easing you back down onto down onto his needy, twitching length.

You gasp as he fills you inch by inch, your walls stretching to accommodate his size. He goes slow, savoring every inch as he sinks into you. Once he bottoms out, he pauses to let you adjust. Sanji groans at your tightness. "You feel incredible," he breathes, gripping your hips. "So perfect around me."

He starts to move then, pulling out slowly before pushing back in. His thrusts are deep and steady, each one easily hitting that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. He picks up the pace gradually, his hips snapping forward faster and harder with each passing second.

Sanji's hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you down onto his cock as he thrusts up into you. His hips snap forward faster and harder, the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "You take me so well," he groans, his eyes locked on your reflection in the mirror. "So perfect and tight."

He adores listening to you sing, each sweet note from your lips harmonizing with the tempo of his cock plunging against you. Sanji grunts, the sound raw and animalistic as he continues to drive into you. His fingers bite into your plush hips, a primal claim on your body. "Sing for me, mon amour," he growls, his thrusts growing increasingly frenzied. "I need to hear you

Sanji's thrusts become more erratic as he loses himself in the exquisite sensation of your tight, velvety walls engulfing him. He leans forward, capturing your lips in a searing, passionate kiss as his hips piston into you with wild abandon.

Large hands squeeze your inner thighs, holding you open for even deeper strokes. "You're mine," he growls possessively against your lips, his grip on your hips tightening. "Please, my love. Tell me who you belong to."

"You, Sanji," you gasp out between ragged breaths, your body quivering with ecstasy. "I'm yours. Only yours!"

Your declaration ignites a fire within him, and he redoubles his efforts, slamming into you with all the fervor and adoration he feels. "Yes," he growls, his voice rough with barely restrained need. "You're mine, and I'm yours. My heart, my soul, my everything."

Sanji’s pants grow increasingly frantic as he nears his peak, his hips snapping upward with wild, unrestrained passion . His gaze is locked onto your reflection in the mirror, eyes brimming with pure, unbridled love as he takes in the sight of your body bouncing on his cock ."I love you," he breathes, his voice trembling with fervor. "I cherish every inch of you, my darling."

With a final, powerful thrust, Sanji spills himself inside you, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his seed. He holds you close, his body trembling with the force of his release. "So good…," he hisses, his words are soft and filled with tender affection.

Sanji holds you close as he comes down from his high, his body still trembling with the force of his release. He presses soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks, murmuring words of love and adoration into your ear.

"You are incredible," he murmurs, a warm intensity in his tone. "You truly shine."

"No, thats you," you reply, meeting his gaze with a soft, tender smile. "I love you more than words can say, mon minou."

Sanji's heart swells, nearly bursting, as you speak in his mother tongue. "I adore you too, my sweet," he murmurs, his voice laced with playful affection. He leans down, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before capturing your lips in a soft kiss that leaves you breathless, enveloping you in a moment that feels both sweet and electric.

With a promise of a warm bath to be freshly drawn for the two of you and two final glasses of wine to toast, Sanji gently unbinds the rope from your body. You notice the concern when his gaze falls over the indents of the wrappings that remain etched upon your skin. “They don’t hurt, Sanji.” You quickly reassure him.

One step into a luxurious, steaming bath made for two later, you breathe in the warm, vanilla-scented steam that fills the air with the soothing scents of lavender and vanilla. As you sink into the soothing, fragrant water, he pours two glasses of rich, full-bodied red wine, handing one to you with a tender smile.

"To us," he toasts, clinking his glass against yours. "May our love continue to grow stronger with each passing day."

You lean back against his chest, feeling utterly content and cherished in his embrace. "To us," you echo softly, taking a sip of the deep, velvety wine. The warm water envelops you both, and you can't help but sigh with happiness. Sanji's strong arms wrap around you, holding you close as you relax into his touch.

"Happy anniversary, sweetheart," he speaks softly, a warm smile on his lips. "I love you more than anything in this world."

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meazalykov · 7 months ago

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you smell like vanilla

selma bacha x lyon!reader

warnings: none

As I step onto the field, the familiar scent of freshly cut grass mingles with the cool crisp air of Lyon's training ground. This is where I belong, where I feel most alive. As I zip up my blue windbreaker jacket, I cover my lower face with a black ski mask so the cold air doesn’t trigger my allergies.

As I place my ski mask over my face, I am reminded of the ritual I never skip. A spritz of vanilla-scented perfume consumed my nostrils and I remind myself of my signature perfume I put on before practices. The delicious scent wrapping me in its comforting embrace. It's a small indulgence, a reminder of myself and my home. And as I catch a whiff of the sweet fragrance, I can't help but cough one time—maybe I sprayed a little too much this morning.

Practice is grueling, demanding nothing but perfection for the upcoming champions league semifinal against PSG. Yet, amidst the drills and tactics, there's always the distraction lurking nearby. Selma Bacha, the best left-back in the world—she's a force to be reckoned with. But my heart flutters everytime I see her. It's not just her talent that captivates me; it's the way her french eyes light up when she's on the field, the passion that radiates from her every move.

And then there's her reaction to my vanilla perfume every time she's near me. It's subtle, barely noticeable to anyone else, but I see it in the way her gaze lingers a moment longer, in the way she inhales deeply when she passes by. It's a secret I guard closely, the knowledge that something as simple as a scent can stir such emotions. But Selma, she's not one to hold back.

“*sniff sniff*---hm–--délicieuse” Selma sniffs extremely close to my neck before looking me in the eyes. She smirks before walking around me to get to the other side of the pitch. I wasn't fluent in French but I had an idea on what she said, considering this isn't the first time she's done this.

Her flirtatious banter, her playful nudges – they're impossible to ignore. And though my heart races at her proximity, I fake my annoyance, masking the turmoil and gushy feelings within as I roll my eyes. It's safer this way, I tell myself, to keep my feelings hidden beneath a facade of annoyance.

“I saw that.” Ellie says as walks up to me. We both start drills on the agility ladder at the same time. My eyebrows knitted together before asking the Australian, “What do you mean?”

“I saw that interaction between Selma and you.”

“Its not-”

“Don’t pretend that you didn’t like what she did.” Ellie cuts me off with a smirk as I roll my eyes again.

See, I'm not as subtle as I think. All of my teammates, especially Ellie, Lindsey, and Danielle, see through my charade with knowing glances and a teasing grin. They know the truth, I didn’t have to tell them. My poker face might’ve been decent to strangers but my eyes can’t conceal my true feelings for the French woman. My heart skips a beat whenever Selma's near, that beneath my tough exterior lies a vulnerability I dare not show.

Hours later, as the sun sets and the day draws to a close, I retreat to the comfort of my nightly routine. The warm water cascades over me in the shower with a mingling with the scent of vanilla that fills the air. I take my vanilla scented scrub and lather it over my body, making sure the dead skin goes away before I shave. My night routine is a moment of solitude, a chance to unravel the knots of each day’s events.

But even in the sanctuary of my shower, I can't escape her presence. Selma's laughter echoes in my mind, her image etched into my thoughts. As I finished shaving and started to wash myself with a Vanilla scented body wash, I hope that she will notice the scent in training tomorrow morning.

And as I towel off and slip into bed, I can't shake the feeling that despite my best efforts, I'm falling deeper with each passing day for Selma.

The next morning after a grueling training session, Danielle corners me with a determined look in her eyes. She knows there's something I've been hiding, something I've been avoiding. However, I am the strongest on the team when it comes to hiding my feelings. With a gentle yet persistent tone, the Dutch begins her heartfelt plea.

“Danielle, not now.” I sigh, feeling drained and exhausted. But Danielle is not one to let things go, especially when it comes to relationship matters.

"Y/N, we need to talk about Selma," Danielle insists, her voice soft but unwavering. "I see the way you look at her, the way you light up when she's around. You might believe that you’re hiding your feelings very well– but you aren't. Sorry but trust me, she feels the same about you."

I'm taken aback by her words, a flicker of hope stirring within my heart. Before I can respond, Danielle continues, her words flowing freely.

"I know you're scared, Y/N. Scared of letting someone in, of being vulnerable. We all know about the shield you try to put up so you can be the “stronger person”. But love isn't a weakness; it's a strength you know?? And Selma, she's worth the risk. She won’t tell you how she feels about you unless you give her the green light."

My defenses begin to crumble, the weight of my emotions threatening to overwhelm me. As much as I wanted to say it– my words choke inside of my throat. After a quick deep breath, while shaky, I met Danielle's gaze, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Danielle, you don't understand. I'm not just scared of being vulnerable. I'm scared of being in love with her. It's like... like giving someone the power to break me into a million pieces. Especially since we are on the same team, you know? Is this how you and Ellie felt before you guys were together?”

“Yes–but we took the chance. Now we are getting married next year!” Danielle smiled. This gave me reassurance as I smiled at the shorter woman.

Danielle's expression softens at my smile, a silent understanding passing between us. She reaches out, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder covered with the blue lyon windbreaker.

"I get it, Y/N. I really do. But sometimes, you have to do it before it's too late. Just tell Selma how you feel so you can stop stressing yourself out.”

My heart aches with the weight of Danielle's words, the truth ringing loud and clear in my ears. And as I looked towards the goal post closest to the two of us, I knew I needed to tell Selma how I felt. If Danielle wasn’t wrong, maybe I won’t embarrass myself.

An hour later I sit in the passenger's seat of Selma’s car, the engine idling softly as Selma sits beside me, the silence between us almost tangible. Before this, I asked her in the locker rooms if we could talk somewhere. Believing that the locker room around teammates wouldn’t have been the smartest idea, we chose to go in her black suv instead. My heart races with nerves, my palms damp against my thighs covered with my black yoga pants. This is it, the moment I've been building up to, the moment I can't avoid any longer.

Before I could start, Selma spoke up first with a laugh: “You smell very good.”

I laughed softly before saying thank you. Remembering that i’ve purposely sprayed my vanilla perfume on before leaving the locker rooms to get here.

"Selma," I begin, my voice barely above a whisper, "um—there's something I need to tell you."

She turns towards me, her gaze soft and encouraging, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. This look was unusual for the hyper and silly woman, "What is it, Y/N?"

I take a deep breath, gathering my courage, knowing that this is a moment that could change everything. "I... I love you, Selma. Um— I love you more than just a teammate– I love you, as a lover" I said. I could have worded that better but my nervousness got the best of me. The French woman looks at me with a smirk before processing what i’ve confessed.

For a quick moment, the world stands still, the weight of my confession hangs in the air. And then, slowly, the smirk spreads across Selma's face again, a warmth filling her eyes.

"Y/N," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, "I love you too. I fell in love with you at the beginning of the season, which is why I didn't stop bothering you. I love you so much."

Relief floods through me, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as she reaches for the space on the jaw below my ear. She pulled me into a kiss which warmed my heart entirely. Her plump lips felt soft against mine and I relaxed into the feeling of finally being hers, after pretending like I didn’t want to be.

“Damn– you own vanilla lip balm too?” Selma says licking her lips, she pulls away to look at my lips before looking at my love-filled eyes again. I laughed, knowing that I did have vanilla lip balm in my vanilla collection too, “Yes I do.” I smiled.

"je l'aime." Selma says before leaning for a kiss again.

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