The Other Side - Vinsmoke Sanji
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Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader [No use of y/n]
Summary: It's your turn to watch Sanji through the two-way mirror and you're introduced to the other side of your Prince.
CW: Solo Male, Solo Female, Mutual Masturbation, Voyeur/Exhibition, Rougher Sex, Primal, Dirty Talk (Sanji gets vulgar), Fingering (F Rec), Mention of 'breeding' (but NO allusion to pregnancy), Use of 'bitch', Spanking, Creampie, Oral (F Rec), Aftercare (They Talk Abt Their Feelings), French
Word Count: 4.8k
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CH. 15
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You close the door on Sanji, hand on the knob for a heartbeat as you take a deep breath. Then you step back into the room and stand in front of the mirror, looking at him there on the other side. For a moment, he doesn’t move- just frozen where you left him, hand over his chest where you pushed him out.
His eyes are dark, just black ringed in molten gold- the flecks of blue near swallowed whole. They slide away from the door towards the mirror and a wicked sort of grin that steals your breath slowly slices across his face.
Sanji begins pacing the length of the mirror, never taking his eyes off it. And though you know he can’t see you- his gaze somehow never leaves yours. “Want me to show you, huh?” Back and forth he stalks like a predator, eyes locked on the prey he can’t see. “Wanna watch me, Princess?” Sanji starts stripping off his clothes, his smallest effects first, tossing them carelessly onto the floor.
You step closer to the mirror, heart racing. Sanji turns on his heel, suddenly upon you- palms slapping into the glass on either side of you, as if he can just naturally sense exactly where you are. His vicious smile is wide and wild as his hand slowly starts popping each individual button on his shirt. “You’re there, right?” Lower and lower, revealing more of himself to you. “Don’t take your eyes off me, Princess.” His shirt falls open, showing off the tightened muscles of his abs. “I’ll show you what you want to see.” He lets his shirt slide off his arms, hands rubbing over the plane of his body. “Show you just how wretched your Prince can be.” Sanji drags his palm over the bulge in his pants and immediately starts humping into his own hand.
You grab one of the wooden chairs from the little table in his room and drag it in front of the mirror, giving yourself a front row seat to the show Sanji is promising you. You sit back on your throne, fingers bunching the fabric of your dress at your thighs.
Sanji is furiously palming at his crotch, hand grinding against the thick outline of his cock. You can already see the wet streaks of his precum dampening the fabric as it pools at his cockhead and runs down his leg. He rips his hand away with a growl, fingers flying to undo his buttons, hips still rutting into nothing.
He shoves his pants off like they’re about to catch on fire, letting his cock spring free. It’s pulses in the air, slick dripping out and falling in strands towards the floor. Sanji braces both hands against the glass, looking down at it. He’s just as beautiful in the daylight as he was last night, only now you can see every ridge, every vein, every twitch in spotlighted detail. Sanji’s hair rustles a bit in the breeze that cuts through the room from the patio door he didn’t even bother to close.
“This is what you do to me, ma chérie,” he growls. “Every damn day.” His hips press forward, the slicked tip of his cock gliding against the smooth plane of glass. “Do you have any idea, Princess? How often I’m leaking in my pants when you’re around?” Sanji places his forehead to the glass, still thrusting, “how hard I get just being near you?”
You lean forward in your chair a little, eyes fixated on the way his cockhead presses into the glass, leaving streaks of his arousal behind. Your thighs press tighter together as you feel your own pooling between your legs.
Sanji places a hand over his cock, pinning it between his palm and the glass. He bends his knees a little, thrusting up into the hollow space. You can see every vein on the underside of his cock pulsing as it grids up against the mirror. “Yesterday, when I left you there at the pool- fuck- I was so hard. Had my hands all over your perfect little body.” Sanji groans, the tip of his cock oozing as he remembers it. “Fucking asked me if I 'found you attractive' while I was trying not to cream all over your fucking back.” Your fingers tighten in the fabric, unmistakable wetness pooling between your legs. “Couldn’t even make it back to the room, had to jerk my cock in some shitty fucking tent. Sucking that straw just for a taste of you,” Sanji pumps faster, pressing his cock tighter to the mirror. “I knew people could hear me, I just didn’t care. Made such a mess for you there, Princess. Had to bury it in the sand.”
Heat spreads through your body, knees aching to part. “All day long kept having to jerk my nasty cock cause he wouldn’t. Stop. Fucking. Dripping. Seeing you in that slutty little suit- goddammit,” his thrusts become violent, banging against the mirror so hard you’re afraid it might shatter. Afraid Sanji might bust through the wall and take you right there in the broken glass.
You slowly pull your dress up, feeling the hem skimming up your legs- stopping at the knees. “Wanted to take you right there on that bar- show those girls- show everyone- exactly who I belong to. Exactly who this cock is for. My special girl- takes it so fucking good.” You lean forward, watching the way his cockhead swells near bursting. “Show ‘em how good I serve my Princess- tongue buried in her pretty cunt- fuck-” Sanji tilts his head back, chest heaving, “-gonna cum- fuck, gonna- watch me- watch, watch ,watch-“ his begging shatters into a deep, endless groan as his cum splatters on the mirror. His cockhead rubs through it, smearing it over the glass as it slides in fat streaks down to the floor.
Your knees begin to part, feeling your cunt sticking to itself as you pry it open. You let them spread, fingers digging into the soft plush of your own thighs as you try to restrain yourself from touching.
You flinch- yelping when Sanji smacks his hand against the glass- an erotic thrill spreading into you. “Don’t stop watching- I’m not done,” he demands, pushing off the mirror and taking a few steps back. He stands there, chest heaving, cock dripping- just letting you look at him. He doesn’t move an inch, but he can feel it- he knows you’re still watching. His cock knows it too, already twitching back to attention. “I’m never done.” Sanji makes minuscule undulations of his hips, cock bobbing as it thrusts through the air. “Not when it comes to you.” Already, it slicks again, precum dripping to join the orgasm that’s still falling in clingy strands from his cock. “Only for you,” he confesses, hand gripping his hair before dragging down his face. “I can’t fucking cum anymore unless it’s for you.” Sanji’s hands circle his bobbing cock, fingers splayed and trembling like he’s really trying to fight the urge to touch it.
Sanji tips his head forward and a thick ribbon of spit falls slowly from his mouth and lands so hot on his cock you can nearly see little wisps of steam. His cock responds, thrashing as the saliva hits the shaft, cockhead deepening to an angry scarlet. Your pussy squeezes hard, pulling a little moan from your lips, legs widening as far as they can go- dress pooling between your thighs. Sanji’s eyes glare up, and your body heats as if he really can see you. His long tongue pushes through his lips, thickening the ribbon of his spit that he lets glide down; before curling his tongue in a way your cunt immediately responds to- breaking the strand and spitting hard onto himself the rest of it.
Sanji’s hand slowly wraps about his cock. Once he finally has it seated in his grasp, he squeezes so hard that he drops to his knees- and immediately starts pumping himself. “My body is so fucking made for you- all it ever wants to do is fuck you, Princess.” Sanji brings his other hand to his cock and thrusts up on his knees. “Just a pathetic nasty dog desperate for you. Wanna rub up against you,” he thrusts harder, whole body jerking. “Wanna hump on your pretty body. Mount you right there by the pool and let everyone see you take my filthy cock.”
Your hands slide up your inner thighs, body begging to be used the way he’s describing. You’ve never heard such dirty words from Sanji. Always so sweet- always so poetic and kind. The way he talks now is so at odds with what you’ve always known.
It surprises you, but all you can think is how badly you want him to do exactly what he’s been thinking about. How good it feels to know just the mere idea of you has had this much power over him. If Sanji is a nasty dog, then you’ll be his bitch in heat.
Your fingers slide under the sides of your panties, finding your cunt dripping wet and ready to be bred. Two fingers slide to the knuckle into your cunt and now that it knows the shape of Sanji, it aches in protest because you’re just not enough anymore. There’s only one thing- only one person- who can fill you as much as you need. Regardless, you curl your fingers, hand thrusting against your sex. Your other hand presses fingers hard into your clit, letting your hips slowly grind against it.
“Fuuuck,” Sanji groans, tipping forward and pressing his forehead to the floor. His hands stay at his cock, but his hips start pumping into his own hold. He’s turned a little so you can watch the curve of his body plow into himself. Your eyes are fixated on the way he moves, the way his hips hump and body curls. “But, you like it- don’t you, Princess? My special girl just wants to be a nasty little bitch sometimes,” he snarls and your cunt squeezes around your fingers. “I’ll let you. I’ll fuck you like I’m the one who paid for it.”
Your own fingers press deeper- harder- as you watch him from the outside. Seeing the way his body looks when he pumps into you. It’s so desperately erotic, watching from this angle- witnessing the way he looks mounted and fucking his cock into your body. You imagine being beneath him face down and body jolting with every rut.
“Teasing me all the goddamn time with that perfect fucking body. Touching me, grabbing onto me-” Your hips pick up speed, slick seeping through your panties and pooling into the chair beneath you. “Think I never fucking noticed?” A smile stretches across his flushed face and he tilts his head to look up towards you. “So clingy, baby~” he teases. “Something you want to tell your Prince?” His body picks up speed, the rhythm of his hips growing frantic and you rub yourself faster, desperate to meet him over the edge. “Tell him who you’ve been thinking about all those nights he listened to you playing with that pretty little pussy.” Your heels dig into the ground, ass coming off the chair- moans tumbling from between your lips.
“Bet you’re touching yourself now, aren’t you?” The accusation in his voice sizzles up your spine. “I’m on the fucking floor telling you about all the disgusting things I’ve done and you’re sitting there on the other side of the glass with your fingers in your cunt.” Your breath hitches, body heating like it’s been caught- like he can see you doing something so dirty, but it only tightens the coil in your body- desperate to snap.
One of Sanji’s hands slams into the floor, fingers clawing marks into it. “You’re about to fucking cum, aren’t you?” His back arches and there’s little sparks of light against his lower spine. “Fuck, I just know you are. You’re right there. You’re gonna-” He snarls into the floor, before tearing himself away from it.
Before you even have time to process that he’s moved, there’s a loud- slam!- as the door separating you is kicked in. You yelp, as Sanji stalks through it. Molten eyes honing in where your fingers are still pressed between your legs. Before you can even blink, the wind is taken from you as your back is pressed into the cold glass. Your lower half jolts as Sanji rips your panties off your hips.
Your soaking fingers grab onto his shoulders and before you can even get a breathe back, he’s pinned your knees opened and thrust his cock deep into your cunt in one quick motion. He’s already cumming, blazing spurts of his cum that makes your head spin flood your insides. Sanji presses hard into you, your body so flushed between him and the glass. The hard base of his pelvis grinds into your clit and you’re undone. Shameless moans falling from your drooling mouth as you cum hard- cunt still adjusting to the sudden stretch of him as it squeezes him for every drop.
“That’s what I fucking thought,” he snarls while he fucks you against the glass. Your eyes flutter, body trembling- unable to do anything but take the pounding he gives it as he holds you open. “You’re made for me too, aren’t you, Princess?” His mouth goes to your neck, teeth nipping, tongue dancing- sucking his claim into your skin.
“Go on. What do you have to say to your Prince?”
Your fingers tangle tight into his hair, hips trying to fuck him back, but completely pinned to his mercy, “It’s true, Sanji,” you whine, sweet tears pooling at the edges of your eyes. “It’s you- it’s been you- want you so bad-“
“Yeah? Still want me after this, Princess?” His face nuzzles into your neck, teeth nipping up at your ear. “Even after knowing your Prince isn’t always so charming?” The question comes as a tease on his tongue, but it stutters in your chest.
You cling to him tighter. “Yes,” you breathe, trying to get the words out through your still shuddering body, “want you so much. Need my Prince. Need my Sanji.”
You feel the exhale of his breath hot against your neck, his lips pressing to the flutter of your pulse before-
The world spins and you’re moving. Your body coils around him, his arms holding tight around you as he carries you so fast back to your own room. Your vision is still swimming, knees threatening to buckle when he places your feet on the floor, but one strong arm wrapped around your waist keeps you upright.
Your body is moved around as Sanji roughly loosens the ties of your dress and yanks it down your body. Your breasts bouncing as they spring free. He kicks it away where it falls on the floor and holds your naked body against his. His hand goes to your chin, forcing you to look at your reflections, the streaks of his cum still wet on the mirror in front of you.
Sanji bends, bringing his lips to your ear, eyes locked on yours through his reflection. One hand comes up to paw at your breast, thumb brushing over the mark he claimed you with last night. “You need your Prince?”
“Yes,” you breathe, leaning back into him.
“Need him when he’s good?” he asks, sucking the lobe of your ear between his lips. You nod- fingers brushing over his kneading your breast, other hand rising to twine into his hair. You yelp in surprise, Sanji’s teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh, “need him when he’s bad?”
Your tongue slides over your lips, “yes.”
Sanji’s lips press tenderly to the flutter of your pulse, “Wanna be his Princess?” You nod again, fingers lightly rubbing against his scalp. Your body jolts when he pinches your nipple, rolling it hard between his fingers. “Wanna be his whore?”
The question flows hot and liquid down between your legs and you press yourself back into his erection, letting it slip between the plush curves of your ass. “Yes,” you whimper.
Sanji presses you up against the mirror, your hands flying out to brace yourself. He grabs your hips and pulls them back against his crotch, forcing your back to arch. Your breasts slide through the wet slick trails of his cum- still hot against the cool glass.
“A-ah!” you cry out, cheek pressing to the cool glass as you feel Sanji’s hot hand crash against your bottom.
“Tu es une vilaine fille- naughty girl,” he reprimands. “My naughty girl.” You whimper, feeling him knead the delicious sting that seeps straight to your cunt. His hands slide to the lower curve of your ass and stretch you apart. You moan, feeling him open your cunt- arousal dripping from your hole. “My sweet Princess, letting me do anything I want to her.” You feel the head of his cock line up, just barely pushing in and your pussy squeezes, trying to suck him deeper. “So good for me,” he muses, “so perfect.”
Sanji begins slowly pushing himself into you, letting you stretch back around his cock. You gasp, feeling him open you- filling you up from behind. Your hands press against the slick mirror, desperate for some purchase. Your tits swing with the final thrust of his hips when he bottoms out inside you.
You push off the mirror, pushing back onto him. Eyes flitting up, finding your reflections. You bent over in front of him, Sanji’s tall figure behind you. Your gaze roams greedy over his body, down his chest and the deliciously sculpted plane of his stomach. You can just barely see the sharp tips of the arrows at his hips, dropping low where they disappear behind the plush of your ass he holds tight against himself.
Sanji pumps once, stealing your attention- eyes going up to his through the mirror. He’s smirking down at you and you tighten around him, being fixed with the intensity of his expression. He pumps again, harder this time, not breaking the eye contact. And again. You see the way his hands grip at your hips, fingers indenting your skin- and you hope the impression of him stays there forever.
You push back onto him and Sanji gives you a satisfied hum, hand sliding around and underneath your folded body to find your clit. Immediately, he latches on, flicking and rolling it between his fingers- hand at your hips tightening to keep you in place as he grinds deeper into you. Your face presses to the mirror, shaking arms unable to hold yourself up as he fucks you.
Suddenly, you feel Sanji’s hand slide up your spine and into your hair, His fingers grip the base of your scalp and he yanks you back up. Your eyes water, pussy clenching at the way he maneuvers- controls- you. Sanji hauls you up standing and steps forward, forcing your body to press upright against the mirror.
His hand slides from your hair and gently settles around your throat, leg slotting between yours and forcing your legs to part. He positions himself on either side of you, his knees bumping the glass as he cages you between him. The front plane of your body is pressed against the cool mirror, but it glides easily with the slick mess of Sanji’s cum.
Sandwiched so tightly there, you can’t even push your hips back against him. But, you don’t have to. Because, before you can even really get settled in your new position, Sanji starts pumping up into you. Hand going back to your clit to rub quick, tight circles into you.
His body is so hot pressed against your back, face dropping into the crook of your neck where his hand ever so slightly tightens it’s hold. Just enough for you to feel his claim- his control- his possession of you. His mouth finds your delicate skin, kissing and licking the more sensitive spots. His thrusts are so powerful, your heels keep leaving the ground- the weight of your body completely suspended between Sanji and the mirror.
Sanji angles his hips so his cockhead can bump over the sweet spot inside you- just the way he’s learned you liked last night- the shaft of his cock dragging against it with every thrust. His fingers press deeper against your clit, grinding the pleasure in.
“Sanji~” you whimper, delicious tears tipping from your eyes.
You feel his tongue hot against your cheek as he licks them away. “Go on, Angel,” he encourages, “you can cum on me.” His voice is sweet in your ear, so at odds with the way he’s been speaking- and the way he’s fucking you hard now. “It’s what I’m made for, mon amour.” His lips press softly at the base of your ear at the same time his cockhead drives into your spongy spot, and you cum again.
Sanji dives after you, cock thrashing inside the clench of your cunt. Sanji keeps himself pressed deep, feeling the squeeze over every inch of his needy cock. You cry out, tears pouring hot as Sanji increases the buzz at your clit, making sure to milk your orgasm for everything it’s worth. His lips pepper sweet quick kisses down your neck and over your shoulder and he doesn’t stop until your body starts jolting in his hands.
Sanji wraps his arms around your limp body and steps back away from the mirror, holding you there in front of him, just to admire the sight. He nuzzles into you, kissing the side of your head, feeling the swell of your breasts as your chest pants to catch it’s breath.
Your eyes find his in the reflection as your body slows and your mind starts to clear away the hazy fog of lust. Sanji can see the moment it does, the flush of your cheeks tipping into something a bit more embarrassed. And something a little too familiar to him that he never, ever, wants to see haunt your beautiful face.
Sanji sits you down gently on the edge of the bed and kneels down on the floor before you. Your face is still warm as you watch him take one leg in his hands, his warm fingers gently massaging into your still-trembling body. He places his lips tenderly at your ankle, “oh, mon amour~” he lilts, pressing another kiss an inch higher, “tu es belle,” he breathes, trailing a sweet path up to your knee.
He gingerly takes the other in his hands and does the same. “Je suis fou de toi,” he kisses the words softly up your leg, “Je veux être avec toi.” You don’t know the words, but you can feel them. Warm, gentle, devoted. Your body relaxes beneath his adoration, feeling reassured in the way he handles you that his feelings haven’t changed.
When Sanji has placed his kiss to the curve of your knee, he looks up at you from between your legs, the blue of his eyes spreading as the heat recedes- satisfied. The expression on his face is bright and open and so full of adoration it twists your heart. “Sanji…” He nuzzles his cheek against your soft thigh, waiting for you to say whatever you need to. “You still…” your eyes tear away from his face, but you feel his warm hand reach up to cup your cheek. Your voice is so quiet, so afraid to speak what your heart is thinking and Sanji vows to himself that he’ll work every day to never make you afraid of saying anything to him- ever. “…like me, right?” The question carves through him, “I mean, you still think I’m…”
“Mon amour,” his voice is gentle, but firm as he straightens. His hands slide under your thighs to scoot you back further onto the bed and he climbs up with you. He tilts your face to his, kissing that crease between your eyes- making another vow that one day he’d see it for the last time. He pulls back to hold your gaze with his. “You are mon cœur,” he presses a kiss to your cheek. “Ma chérie,” and to the other. He touches his forehead to yours, “Ma raison d'être.”
Sanji softly trails his knuckles down your face, tracing the curve of your cheek. “You are my Angel. Just as much now as you were this morning. As much as you were last night. As much as you have been since the day the stars brought you to me.”
He pulls back, taking your hands in his. “I thought if you knew this side of me, mon cœur, you’d despise me-“
“I could never despise you,” Sanji’s heart warms with your immediate answer.
“I know I’m…” Sanji’s voice trails off and your heart trails after him, but you wait for him to say whatever he needs to. “The things I’ve done…”
“Sanji,” you bring his hands to your chest, letting them feel the beat of your heart. “I’m not upset about that.” You bring his hands to your face, turning into them to hide the embarrassment when you admit, “I like it. I was… I’ve thought about you too, like that.” His breath hitches and you press your lips to his fingers. “I thought if you knew, it would ruin everything.” Your voice dips into something a bit sadder, “I felt really guilty about it, every time I…”
Sanji’s fingers tighten around yours as he tugs them back to his side, “do not ever feel guilty for wanting me, mon amour,” resting them against his own heart. “There is no greater honor in my life than being wanted by you.”
There’s a prettier blush to your cheeks now- softer and more suited for you than shame. “I liked that…” you tell him bashfully honest. Your eyes focus on where your fingers twine together at his heart. “I like it soft too,” you add quickly. “But, that…” The blush deepens as the words fade.
Sanji brings your hands to his lips, gracing them with sweet kisses to your fingers. “Your passion comes in all colors, mon cœur,” he tells you softly. “I will know them all,” another press of his lips, “and we will make beautiful art together.” Your heart swells, feeling so full- so accepted- in that moment, it’s near overwhelming. Sanji’s beautiful image begins to swim as your eyes water. You blink away the building tears and he leans forward, gorgeous and golden, the light streaming over him from the open windows. “I will be good to you, mon amour. I swear it.”
One hand gracefully untwines with yours to brush away the fresh tear that falls. “Don’t cry, Princess.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” Sanj’s world blooms with the smile that settles across your face, “I’m just really happy.” He knows he’s never seen any color more beautiful than the shade of your eyes shining up at him.
His lips capture the moment against yours in a kiss that promises to cherish it forever. “Me too.” He kisses you again, in love with the shape of your smile. His lips press to the corners of your mouth and along your jaw, feeling your contented sigh. He kisses down your neck, giving extra care to the places he graced with his more fiery passion.
Hands on your shoulders, Sanji gently lowers you back against the bed. He feels your entire body relax beneath him as his lips travel down the length of your divine figure. Feels his own do the same as he settles between your legs, your hands petting through his hair.
Your head turns towards the mirror as you open yourself up for Sanji to kiss you in the places still glistening with the makings of your love. Slowly you slip into a sweeter sort of passion, heart growing light. As your eyes trail your reflections, you try to imagine this moment from the lonely window of Sanji’s room- and find yourself happy that you’re both together now on the other side.
Translations:
“Tu es une vilaine fille- naughty girl.” = You are a naughty girl- naughty girl.
“Tu es belle.” = You are beautiful
“Je suis fou de toi.” = I’m crazy about you.
“Je veux être avec toi.” = I want to be with you.
“Ma raison d'être.” = My reaason for being
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