Gift Details ♥

Reader: cis fem!reader
Character: Sanji
Kink: #2 - Glove Kink
Prompt: #14 "Touch yourself."

Summary: Sanji is ready for a full course meal, the question is, can you prepare dishes to sate his specific, carnal, appetite?

Content Notes: Praising, teasing, self-stimulation, vaginal fingering, feminine pet names consensual 18+

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

A/N - I don't know French, I did my best.

You're sat in your chair. It's comfortable, built specifically for you, the supple leather is treated, and it always feels good against your skin.

It matches the leather collar around your neck, a silver charm at the front that says "Trésor."

Aside from the collar, you're in lacy lingerie, matching short gloves, thigh highs, and dangerously high heels. When you dress like this, however, you're not expected to go out dancing, so the heels aren't an issue.

You sit as properly as you can, legs crossed, back straight, and wait impatiently for the reason for your situation.

You don't wait long. Sanji, after all, isn't one to keep a lady waiting.

He closes the door behind him, shutting away the rest of the world. It's just you, him, candlelight, and the chair. Walking over to you, Sanji pulls a pair of leather gloves from his pocket and pulls them on slowly, blue eyes locked on yours.

You can feel heat pooling in your thighs just from his actions.

A single gloved finger slides under your chin, tilting your head a little one way and then the other. He gives you a soft smile as gloved fingers trace along your shoulder. You try to suppress the shiver, your back rolling subtly as those fingers slipped down your arm.

Sanji takes a drag on the cigarette in his mouth as he traces a lazy circle at your wrist. The exhale of smoke is blown up toward the ceiling, but the scent still filled the room. You loved that scent.

He kneels down in front of you as the puff of smoke clears and takes your hand in his, kissing your fingers through the lace, before he pulls the lacy glove off. He repeats the action with the other glove, only kissing your fingers while it's on, and only touching you with his gloved hands when they're gone.

"Ma trésor." He sighs, hands moving greedily up your arms, as your legs part for him to come closer.

He nearly devours you. Gloved hands caress every inch of bare skin they can find, his lips kissing each tender stitch of lace and silk. He pushes your legs apart, pulling your hips to the edge of the chair as he plants heavier kisses against the bands of your thigh highs.

"S-s-ssss--- nnngh." His thumbs press against the bare skin of your inner thighs and you can feel his breath against the paper-thin lace panties.

He's barely teased you, barely touched you. He didn't even leave you to wait long before he arrived. Barely two minutes and you were almost calling his name, almost begging him.

Sanji leans back, taking another deep drag before he just crushes the rest of the cigarette in his hand and tosses it aside. Still crouched between your knees, he looks up at you – it's hard to know who's in charge like this, but you have no illusions of control, no matter how much Sanji may appear to serve you.

"Begin, mon bjou." He commands in a voice low and full of smoke even without the cigarette. "Touch yourself for me."

You can feel the heat rush up into your chest and face as your fingers slide past the thin lacy band. Sanji's hand is over yours, and you can see a dangerous look in his eyes.

"What did you forget?" He prompts.

Your face heats up worse. "Y-yes, sir."

"Good girl, ma chérie." He says, letting go of your wrist.

"Mm, thank you." Your voice falls from your lips nervously. It was never hard to look at Sanji, unless you were in the chair. It was never tense when he interacted with you in public, no matter where he touched you – though he was always a perfect gentleman outside the room. "S-sir."

He smiles at you as your fingers continue their motion. His hand reaches up, slipping past your ear and holding onto your hair, making sure you continued to face him – to look at him – as you began to tease your clit. Your face felt so hot you half expected to burst into flames, but your lover wouldn't be deterred even if you did.

Sanji could handle flames hotter than yours, though he would assure you no others would compare.

Shivering gasps fell from your lips as your eyes went hazy with tears and embarrassment. He didn't watch what your fingers were doing, he was watching your face. Taking in every sinful sound, and every delicious quiver of your lips. He watched the rise and fall of your chest, erratic and erotic as pleasure built up in your body.

He knew some of those stuttering breaths were his fault, his gaze affecting you even more than his gloved touch.

As the tension rose within your body you felt Sanji's hand move away from your hair. He grabbed the thin panties with both hands, tearing the band easily, and gently pulling the tattered remains out of the way.

Your toes flex, the muscles in your legs tense, and your breath falls heavier out of your mouth as you feel yourself getting closer. His gloved hand slips up your body, warm and barely contained by the leather that groans when his fingers flex inside of it. Something that happens with each needier moan that tumbles from your lips.

A leather finger pushes into your mouth, and you automatically react to it, swirling your tongue around the long finger, sucking along it as he slowly pulls back. Your teeth close on the tip, helping him tug his hand free from the confining item.

"Sanji – hnngh – Sanji, please." You beg him, your legs trembling as you work yourself to the edge. "Please let me-."

Your words cease as the hand that's still gloved pulls your fingers away from your clit. Sanji's eyes are locked on yours as he begins to lick your fingers clean. Two of his bare fingers push into your sopping pussy, the lewd squelch is far too loud in the quiet room. His thumb rolls against your clit as his fingers move inside you, all while his tongue licks your fingers clean.

"Scream for me, ma trésor." Sanji commands, his voice is shaky and husky his body almost as tense as yours.

His gloved hand grabs your hair, tugging your head back roughly as he stands up, fingers never leaving your twitching cunt. Your cry of pleasure barely meets the air before he's descended on your lips, forcing you to cum on him and cry into him. Actions and sounds that he has no desire to share with anyone else.

He leans back, both of you breathing heavily as his fingers untangle from your body. He pulls the other glove free and begins to caress your body. He touches every part he can, rubbing shaky limbs, landing soft kisses against your cheeks, praising you gently as he tends to each little remaining shiver.

"What a perfect appetizer, my treasure." He purrs, kissing the tips of your fingers. "Tonight, is a full-course, but like any good meal, there will be ample breaks between service."