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indulge me.

part two, afternoon tart 𖦹:･ﾟ⋆. ࿐࿔

contents; sanji x reader, friends with benefits to lovers, f! reader implied, dom! reader, p in v, sanji’s usual pet names, riding, reader smokes, food language and mentions, implied sword wielder reader, slight angst, heavy alcohol consumption, vomiting language (not detailed), reader flirts with someone else, no use of y/n, intentional lowercase.

desc; it’s another day aboard the sunny, you accompany sanji on a morning grocery trip as the ship docks at a new island. after you return, he makes some delicious orange tarts instead of taking a well-deserved break, and well, things develop from there.

a/n; oh, so there’s the plot I dropped in part one …

wc; 11k~

part one | part two | part three | part four

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“-beautiful,” he says breathlessly, like he just got the air sucked out of him. he looks up at you through lidded eyes as his hands slide down your waist.

you're completely consumed by him. his hot breath in your mouth, his body pressing to yours, his length splitting you open and filling you completely, his fingers gripping your skin, the faint smell of cigarettes. your mind is full, with no room for thoughts beyond how you're slaming your hips down into his.

his hands travel up your thighs, past the hem of your skirt and to your ass, feeling over the lace of your underwear. his fingers squeeze into your flesh, caressing you with his thumbs. you were swallowing him up deliciously, and it took everything to keep himself back from the edge.

"mm, these are soft," his back straightens against couch, pulling your body closer to him. "did I buy them?" his shit-eating grin is back, highlighting the dried blood under his nose.

yes. "don't get cocky again.” your voice is sharp, but breathless. your thighs were starting to burn, your pace slowing.

the joke was on you when sanji showed up the afternoon following your previous night together with the promised bottle of wine in one hand and an expensive looking set of panties—that just happened to be your size—in the other. he expected you to throw them overboard, alongside several of his previous 'romantic' advances, but maybe you didn't. his breath catches at the thought.

“chérie,” his lips brush across your jawline to your ear, his fingers pressing deeper into your flesh, stabilizing you. “give your pretty thighs a rest,” he breathes.

you slow to a stop. you groan, half from the ache in your thighs, half from feeling his cock twitch fully inside of you when you pause.

“mmm, good…” he hums into your ear. his thighs widen beneath you, effectively spreading yours in the process, opening you up further. sanji’s hand reaches around your front to thumb down to your clit. he rubs small circles around the pearl, feeling the fabric rub against his hand. his recognizes the texture of your underwear, grinning.

sanji's hips start thrusting up into you, his other hand holding your hip firmly. you groan, "fuck," cheeks flushing as you suck in a harsh breath. the sensations squeeze your stomach, sending static throughout your core.

"how does that feel, angel? talk to me." he trails kisses down your neck, humming into your skin.

"fuckk, sanji, s-so good," you breathed. your arms slide down the couch to wrap around his shoulders, your back arching into him. one hand teases up through his hair, the other flirting with his shirt collar.

the delicious spread of your thighs allows his cock to hit your g-spot more easily. you make your best attempt to match his pace, but you don’t contribute much, not with his thumb giving attention to your clit. sanji's other hand caress up your hips, to your waist, bracing your back, his spread fingertips flirting with the back of your shirt.

sanji drinks in all of the soft noises you voice for him, his hips keeping a steady pace. “that’s it, beautiful, you’re so good for me.”

he whispers soft praises into the skin between your neck and shoulder, his hips greedily pushing up further into you, mesmerized by how you so hungry you are to accept him. he swears he hears you muttering his name between gasping breaths.

feeling you clench and throb around him, he can tell you’re close. despite how badly he wants to make you cum, he doesn’t want this to end, not yet. his thumb on your clit slows to a stop, adjusting your underwear before replacing the hand on your waist. he has a something hes been meaning to ask you all afternoon.

his lips trail back up your throat, his nose nudging your chin upward, encourging it to lift. when it does, he places a short, delicate kiss on your lips. “will you let me buy you a drink later, chérie?” the tang of orange lingers from your kiss.

earlier, you found him on deck with freshly picked oranges from the orchard in your hands. you described how delicious they were with a smile that made him weak in the knees. your fingertips seared into his hand when you gave him an orange half, leaving him to take the rest to the kitchen. the taste from your lips reminded him of the moment, sealing a sweet, tangy taste in his mouth. the sensation left him breathless, even with you bouncing on his cock.

you bite your lip at the loss of contact on your clit. "what, I don't have to flirt with you like the other girls do?" your fingers descend from his shoulders to push his chest further into the couch. does sanji always think about the next time he has the excuse to be near you, to flirt with you, be sweet to you? probably.

he attempts, but fails at capturing your lips again in your movement. "fuck,” he blushes, heat spreading down his cheeks and to his chest. the thought of you flirting with him, earnestly firting with him, squeezes his stomach deliciously. “only if you want to, sweetheart,” he allows his top half to fall back, his hips slowing. he licks his lips, tasting, savouring the orange.

"hmm, maybe,” you answer his inital question. with your stamina returned, you start pushing your hips harder into his, leaning forward into him. “you might have to get in line,” your hands press against the heat of his chest for leverage.

his fingers tighten on your waist. “as long as I get a moment of your time, i don't care how long it ta-akes,” his sentence ends in a groan. the sweet pulse of your cunt is driving him crazy, the contact of your skin searing its presence on his.

"aren't you getting enough of me right now?" you ghost the question over his lips, your hands moving up his chest. ok, you admit, the bait was strong on this one, but you never said you didn’t like flirting with him.

sanji is a man with little time for indulgences—always serving others, strategizing their next move, helping to keep luffy out of trouble, and gods know what else—but when it comes to you, he suddenly has all of the time in the world, to indulge in you, like you asked. do you think he’ll just drop whatever he’s doing in the kitchen to do just anything? but when he has you like this—open, pliant, willing to be satisfied by him—he’s suddenly the most hungry man in the world.

he melts into your touch, his head lifting to meet your eyes as your fingers trail up his neck. "there's not enough time in the world to get my fill of you.”

your cheeks burn. you were only kidding, but the sincerity of his response shoved butterflies down your stomach. he means that, doesn't he? no. he was just flirting, right?

"you're sweet." you ponder the thought as your thumb brushes over his lips. they open in response.

sanji starves off his orgasm just a little bit longer to memorize the heavenly sight in front of him. you were a worthy sight to behold. rolling his tongue around your thumb, he took in the sight as your tits bounced with every thrust of your hips, your strong thighs bracing on either side of his, your hair breezing with the effort.

"you look mesmerizing, sweetheart." his hands kept his grip, hips thrusting up to match your pace. his head has been spinning since your comment—it reminded him of every time he saw you with other men at bars. despite how far his cock was buried deep inside you, jealousy was growing alongside the impending orgasm in his stomach.

he wishes he was always first in line for your affections. it hit like a blow to the chest whenever you’d give another man more than a few minutes of your time (the men in the crew the only exceptions), because he knew how much of a pleasure it was to be in your presence. every time the crew left the ship, he made sure to stay within a few paces of you—not out of jealousy, but for protection, is what he was telling himself anyway.

when he was lucky, he wouldn’t have to spend the day tailing you. sanji thanked the gods when you volunteered to help with the grocery shopping, giving him an excuse to be closer to you and flirt with you for a few hours. he’d butter you up with the promise of an extra thing or two especially for you—usually some of your favorite fruit or a bottle of something nice (things he bought anyway whether you were with him or not).

sanji always took care of the heavy lifting, of course. from carrying around the large storage boxes on his shoulders and pushing around the grocery wagon, to paying and sending the orders to the sunny. he always left your hands empty and free to roam from stand to stand.

he’d ask you what you thought of the produce, to pick out some dry stock, decide what booze to keep on the ship; things he normally took pleasure in himself. but, it was worth it to see how the new interest—the same interest that just happened to be his favorite thing in the world—made you glow. you were passionate about everything you did, and were eager to learn more about the ins and outs of cooking while on the sea.

when you looked at him for confirmation about the price of an item, his gaze lingered for a bit longer than necessary. when you hummed in satisfaction after trying a new dish local to an island, he convinces the chef to give him the recipe so you can recreate it together. when he catches you sharing an apple with a random children that had come up to you, his heart swells in his chest.

sure, cooking was his thing, but the grocery trips were adding up and all of the time spent in the kitchen with him was starting to rub off on you. you appreciated when the produce had no bumps or bruises, how to hold and sharpen your knives (something you already knew a little bit about), and to debone meat quickly enough to keep luffy’s annoyance away.

you were slowly but surely becoming more experienced, his breath catching in his throat when he saw you use a skill he taught you, like negotiating for a better price on bulk items or asking the locals where to get the best fish.

when he wasn’t lucky, his grocery trips were quieter, more reserved, save for his occasional light flirts with female stall owners. but without you, they seemed less bright, less fulfilling. they weren’t the same without your lovely presence sending adrenaline straight to his veins. not to mention, someone to talk with and dote over.

occasionally, you’d blow him off mid grocery run to join the other swordsman in a visit the local swordsmith. an unfortunate occurance he’d grumble about for the rest of the day until he saw your pretty eyes again. the excitement of your new weapon, polish, or accessory always melted away the ache in his chest.

but today, you didn’t.

it was early when nami ordered the anchor to be dropped, arriving at another island for provisions and a break from the chaos that was your lives. without the ship’s sway, you woke up—the abnormalcy causing you to stir. the sun was yet to filter through the porthole on your side of the room. you weren’t going to fall back asleep now, not without the ship rocking you back to sleep.

after taking a quick shower and picking out a cute outfit suited for a day outside, you sauntered down to deck, passing brook and chopper on the way.

sanji stands near the ledge of the ship. he has a full backpack in his hands, his fingers currently tying the top and tossing a strap around his shoulder. he spots you immediately.

“good morning, beautiful,” sanji gives you a bright smile, despite the lack of sleep that was pulling at his eyes.

“morning sanji-kun,” you smile sleepily back at him, yawning. you stretch your arms in the air, taking in the sun. the morning rays feel nice on your skin, the salty breeze flirting with your skirt.

“do you need anything while i’m out, sweetheart? I was just getting ready to go for the groceries,” he watches you stretch, admiring your beauty in the brightness of the morning.

normally, when sanji goes for groceries this early, you’re the last person to volunteer to help. but normally, you were still in bed, tucked and warm in your covers. now, you were already up, dressed, and in need of coffee.

“hmm, I don’t think I need anything specificaly… but,” you intertwine your fingers behind your back sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him. “if you prepare me a cup of coffee to go, i’ll come with you.”

“ohhhh of course, angel! right away!” he folds immediately, speeding excitedly into the kitchen, his pack dropping to the deck.

you and sanji were about halfway through the grocery list, your coffee long since finished, when zoro had come strutting along in his usual gait, one hand resting on his swords, his feet carrying him in whatever direction they wanted. needless to say, it was a miracle in of itself when he found you two.

he ignored the looks the cook gave him as he walked up to you, inquiring if you had seen any swordsmiths in your journey around town. you gave him a small smile, pausing your analysis of the array of vegetables in front of you. you must have made fun of him, because you were laughing and his face was pulled into a frown. sanji watched as you handed him a freshly bought apple and pointed in the direction where he had just come from.

zoro set his jaw, looking determined as he nodded with his thanks and walked away from you in the direction you pointed, biting with a crunch into the apple. sanji released the breath he was holding, turning back to the stall in front of him. the stall owner was looking at him, expectedly, their eyebrows raised.

sanji, caught in his staring, drops the melon he held in his hand. “I wouldn’t even feed your produce to that damned mosshead,” he scoffs, walking away from their shocked expression and towards you. you greeted him warmly, sweetly holding out your newly bought bag of produce for him to take.

you didn’t, but you should have felt bad for letting zoro go unaccompanied in his quest for the swordsmith. you were unconfident in his ability to follow your very clear directions and find the shop the two of you just passed a few minutes ago.

because, gods, there must of been something in the air.

when normally you’d move onto the next item on the list, instead, you waited for him. rolling back and forth on your feet when he secured a larger purchase from a vendor. your ears picked up when his voice grew a little more sweet than usual—his bartering skills at use. you watched his micro expressions when he bit into the local fruit, noticing when his eyes grew wide and throat hummed a satisfied sound.

there was something pulling you to him, maybe it was the way the light bounced off his smile, or how his muscles flexed underneath his rolled sleeves everytime you gave him something new to carry, or the sweat that collected on his brow in the humid, mid-morning sun.

something was different today. you couldnt quite place your finger on it. it couldn’t have anything to do with the bright smiles you flashed at him after he bought the produce you picked out, how your back leaned into his touch when his fingers rested there for a moment, or the way your attention was held everytime he said your name, right?

before you could think it through, you had run into franky and usopp, who were retuning from a local hardware shop. they effectively diverted your attention and offered to help carry groceries back to the ship.

—

it was mid-afternoon until all of the crew returned from their daily adventures. with brook and robin supervising the ship, that left nami to babysit chopper and luffy all day long. needless to say, it was an exhausting task. now, the majority of the crew were relaxing in the aquarium, chatting and cooling off from the intense heat of the afternoon sun. despite the coolness of the room, there was steam coming from nami’s head.

“you guys owe me 10,000 berry each for every time you snapped a branch in my face, dragged me through a spiderweb, or allowed a bunch of bugs to get mad at us! i’ll be picking dirt and crap out of my hair for weeks!” she barks at luffy and chopper who are sitting on the ground, hovering over a bug they secretly brought back to the ship.

chopper’s mouth drops, turning to her. “ten… ten thousand!? but luffy did all those things!!”

luffy laughs as he kicks his feet in the air. he points at her, “but I thought you loved bugs, nami!”

“I HATE bugs, luffy!!!”

“it’s ok luffy,” usopp appears at his side. “i’ll go out bug hunting with you next time!” he plasters a comically large confident grin on his face, his hands on his hips. “i’m a bug expert!” he says, before going into a story about his time on the boin archipelago.

“jeez, guess we lucked out today.” you mummer to robin, smirking. she hums in acknowledgement, her eyes still focused on her book.

nami lets out a frustrated sigh, sitting down in the booth next to you, her head in her hands. “we’re going out tonight. I need something to distract me from today’s horrors.”

you chuckle, agreeing with her. “what sanji and I bought today is nowhere near strong enough for what you need it for.”

as if on cue, sanji emerged from the doors, the scent of warm, buttery goodness filling the room. “my darrrlings! would you say to a delicious orange mascarpone tart with a meringue buttercream and candied mandarin?” he makes his way around to the booth where you, nami, and robin were sitting. in his hand, there’s a silver tray holding three plates.

“oh, wow sanji! these look delicious,” nami instantly perks up with smile, leaning up take one of the tarts.

“for you, sweetheart.” his hand is outstretched in offering, a cheeky smile softening his face.

you take the plate from his hand, “ooh, thanks,” you beam up at him. the tart looks like a flower, fitting perfectly in the palm of your hand. the top is adorned with the candied fruit and surrounded with cream petals in the shape of hearts.

he winks at you, rounding the corner to hand robin the last one with a bow.

"oh hey! none for us sanji?!" the boys whine in the corner, their faces drooping.

"no, you idiots! these are special tarts, just for the ladies." he stood silently as you all tasted the treat, fingers gripping the tray, waiting patiently for your reations.

you bite into it. the orange filling was light on your tongue, but sent your taste buds on a roller coaster of flavors. it was the perfect balance of sweet and tang, with a hint of lemon and honey. the outside crust was flakey and buttery, acting as a perfect counterbalance to it’s contents.

“mmm! I didnt know my oranges could make something this good!” nami hums, taking another bite.

“this is very good sanji,” robin adds, placing her bookmark in her book in favor of the treat. “and they’re shaped like flowers, how cute.”

“really tasty, sanji,” your smile up at him, your cheeks prickling at the sweetness.

sanji blushes at the praise, a hand rests at the back of his head in giddyness. “enjoy my loves! let me know if I can get you anything else.” the girls give their thanks as he backed out of the room.

“oh! sanji. we’re going out for later, so we don’t need dinner for the whole crew tonight.”

“yes, nami-san!!” he remarks with a exaggerated salute, leaving the room right after.

as quickly as he entered, he left. your friends continued their conversation as the girls devoured their tarts. despite how tasty it was, you fed luffy your late bite. mostly so he would stop pouting and whining at your feet.

“mm, those were good,” you hummed. “do you think there’s more?”

“i hope so, I want more!” luffy chimes in from the floor in front of you. “stupid lady tarts,” he says with a pout.

“I’m sure he made enough for everyone,” robin adds, “we did pick a lot of oranges earlier.”

“oh! right.” it was a plentiful harvest, a whole barrel’s worth of oranges, enough to last the crew for the coming weeks. thankfully, it was one fruit you didn’t need to worry about buying when grocery shopping.

wait.

the conversation continued around you while you thought back to a few hours ago. you returned from the island, leaving sanji to put away the groceries. you met robin in the garden, picked the fruit and took them to the kitchen. that was only a few hours ago. there’s no way sanji baked a proper tart within that timeframe. you would know, sanji taught you that. he must have started them the moment after you took them to the kitchen.

you pinched your eyebrows. the leftover sweetness in your mouth contridicts the sourness of your thoughts. he was out all morning with you, came back, put the groceries away, probably had one cigarette on deck, and started cutting up the oranges for the tart.

whether you fucked or not, at the end of the day, you were still sanji’s friend. you cared about him. he deserved a break too, and you've told him to relax and offered to cook countless times in his place. he refuses of course, telling you that a lady shouldnt have to move a muscle.

it was aggravating, really, when you’d see him yawn in the middle of the day, or when the bags under his eyes grow a shade darker, or when you’d catch him napping in the middle of the day, hunched over his recipe book. it was endearing, bordering on concerning.

he was so high strung and had impossibly high expectations for himself. it bothered you that he always put others over himself. he probably wouldn’t of wanted it any other way, but that’s what having friends is for—to tell you how much of an idiot you are. and that’s exactly what you were going to do.

as you got up, you voiced some excuse about going to your room and redirected your path to the kitchen.

you pushed the door open, finding him whistling and cutting vegetables. he looked up when you came in, a smile spreading across his lips. "hi darling, did you need-”

"what is wrong with you?”

“oh, …uh�� his eyebrows raise in question. “that’s an easy one, give me something harder,” he grins, his hands steadily work on the task in front of him.

you roll your eyes. “the oranges. you used them,” you take the cigarette hanging from his mouth and hold it between your fingers, leaning back against the counter next to him.

“oh," his eyebrows furrow, frowning. trying to understand your train of thought. "did you want to use them for something? i’m sor-“

“no.” you shake your head, taking a drag. “how… why did you make the tarts? when i came to you earlier with the oranges you were clearly taking a smoke break." you ignore the taste of his mouth from the end of the cigarette. well, for now anyway.

“what do you mean? i just thought you all deserved something sweet, that's all" he sends a glance and a smile in your direction, his hands moving chopped vegetables into bowls.

“sanji, you idiot. you’re gonna burn out.” you take another drag of his cigarette, blowing out your nose. “you need to take proper breaks, these things can only do so much,” you signal to the lit paper between your fingers.

“how can I burn out when my love for you burns brighter than the sun,” he quips, watching as the smoke leave your nose out the corner of his eye.

you scoff lightly, nudging him lightly in the thigh with your knee. “are you listening to me? I know how much time you spend in here.”

“do you know how large luffy’s stomach is?” he chuckles, his hands expertly chopping up a few peppers all in a row within a couple seconds.

“yes, I do. it’s like a black hole, but that’s exactly why you don’t even need to be doing any of this right now,” you gesture to the counter with his hard work on display. “we’re going out tonight, whoever stays behind can manage.” your patience is wearing thin. he’s clearly not taking you seriously.

“yeah,” he smiles down at his work. “gotta keep this kitchen stocked for the beautiful goddesses of the ship, though. just in case.”

“will you stop for one second and look at me," despite the sweet sentiment in his words, your voice was sharpened to a point. he does, placing the utensils in his hands down, turning toward you.

"do you ever take a break? how many times have you spent your free time doing something for me? for us?” your fingers fidget with the cigarette between them, the smoke rising between you.

"more times i can count … is that a problem?" he leans a hand on the edge of the counter, turning toward you. a small smirk curls his lips.

was it so unreasonable that you wanted him to relax? it’s like this guy ran on cheap compliments and cooking oil. normally, you’d just knock some sense into him, and due to his unfaultering adoration for you, he’d fold instantly. but this was different, you needed him to recognize the benefits of taking a break. just a friend, helping a friend, right?

"what if it was?" you grab him by his tie and pull him toward you. your frustration simmers in your chest. if you didn't have his full attention before, you do now.

"i'd probably keep doing it, so i can keep seeing you." his head falls forward in the motion. his eyes are trained on your lips, but you swear you can see his pupils dilate. where's he get off egging you on? probably with his fist, into his sheets.

"gods, you're so frustrating." your fingers twist in the soft fabric. you hate how much he's enjoying this. how close you were right now, how you're acting toward him. did he do all of this because he knew you'd be mad at him for not taking a break? it's not completely out of the question.

“and you’re so beautiful,” he sucks in a breath, his eyes looking into yours, silently preparing for your next move.

you know he’s just complimenting you to get out out of the bickering. it works, most of the time. but no, you weren't being unreasonable. his stubbornness just has no bounds, it seems. you should just face it. sanji was sanji, he was going to keep doing nice things for you whether you liked it or not. he was going to keep caring for his crew until his dying breath. that was obvious. it was… kind, but you still didnt like that he never gives himself a break. that gives you an idea.

your face softens, anger fizzling. it’s replaced by something else that was quietly building in your chest.

a gentle smile replaces his smirk. "i used some of that cream we bought this morning. i thought it would balance out the citrus nicely. didn’t it just melt in your mouth?”

the causal question throws you off. what did you come in here for, again? oh right, to tell him off for not taking a break. but now—being this close to him, watching him sweat underneath you, acting like this was a normal occurrence—all you really want to do is fuck him senseless. i mean, burn steam with him, or whatever the fuck you were calling it.

your grip on his tie is faultering. you narrow your eyes at him. “maybe. was it the cream we bought from that cute little girl and her grandpa this morning? she was sweet.”

“mm,” he nods, eyeing your lips. “just as sweet as you.”

“tsk, shut up." you hiss, dropping your grip. "i’ve decided you're taking a break. right now.”

sanji adjusts his collar when you release him, his eyes growing wide. your intentions shined clear in your eyes, and he picked up on them immediately.

“come with me, please?" you ask sweetly, not that you had any doubt that he'd deny you.

he clearly didn't think he'd get this far with his flirting. you watched his throat swallow harshly as you took the cigarette from your mouth and put it out. with his breath caught in his chest, all he could do was nod his head vigorously as he reached around himself and undid the ties on his apron.

his pants tightened with every step towards the girls’ room, the anticipation in his stomach growing at an alarming pace. locking the door, you push him toward the sofa. “strip.”

sanji is sweating bullets, his heart practically beating out of his chest as you situate yourself on his lap. you barely give him time to push down his pants and underwear to his knees, before you reach underneath yourself, pulling your panties to the side and sinking down onto him in one quick motion.

as you entered him, you caught yourself before a sigh of relief flew out of your mouth. your hips shimmy to accommodate his cock as it pushes its way into you. you swore you saw his eyes roll to the back of his head, your hips flush to his and the hem of your skirt tickling his bare thighs.

“fuckkk," he groaned, pulling you by the waist into him. the swift motion breaks a blood vessel in his nose, a streak of red now oozes down his nostril.

you savored his reaction, grinning, "sorry, i couldn't take another second of your sad attempt at flirting with me. you ok?" you lift up the collar of his shirt and wipe under his nose gently, cupping his cheek with your other hand as you cockwarm him. it wasn't actually sad, it was effective. very effective. and this was… a totally normal way of showing him the benefits of taking a break.

he leans into your touch, feeling your cunt throb and pulse around him. “y-yes, my love," his voice deep and laced with pleasure. his eyes flutter open, the overstimulation easing in his hips. "feels-sso good," he slurs, his hands resting on your thighs, squeezing them lightly.

you settle into him. “relax for me, sweetie, would you?” your hands smooth across his shoulders, pressing against the muscle.

sanji lavishes in all of the attention you’re giving him, “yo-you’re so good to me, angel…m’ don’t deserve it…” he trails off, his thumbs absentmindedly rubbing circles on your thighs, drool threatening to pool out the side of his mouth.

you resist the urge to pout at his comment, your fingers work to relieve the tension in his shoulders. “of course you do, sanji.” you straighten your back, leaning forward into his space. “you’re the straw hats’ hardworking, dedicated, talented,” you watch as his head curls back on the couch, his gaze lifting to meet yours. your smile turns devilish. you continue, “pervy, pathetic, panty chasing, idiot, love-cook.” fingers lift under his chin to bring your lips to his, a breaths length away. “you deserve to be taken care of once and awhile.”

he whines, his cheeks blushing furiously. you can feel his heart rate pick up under your fingers, but his thighs are loosening beneath you. “a…ang-“

“are you going to listen the next time I ask you to take a break?” your fingers trail up his neck in feather-light touches.

“yes, ye-yes, fuck. anything you want, angel. yes.” he spits out, keening into your every touch, relaxing into the stretch of your cunt around him.

sanji could cum just from this alone. your sweet, sultry voice, added ontop of cockwarming him, ontop of your teasing touch. it was enough for him to forget the vegetables he left out on the counter, forget what time it was, forget the food log, forget anything else existed other but you and your sweet, soft lips.

he’s tight inside of you, his tip scraping your walls with each small movement. you groan, leaning a hand on the sofa above his shoulder. “sanji, m’ going to start moving now, ok?"

"yes, please, chérie,” he hums into your mouth, his hands crawl up your thighs to rest on your hips.

as you lifted and crashed your hips into his, it’s as if you’re trying to devour him. you lick your way into his mouth, your tongue jamming down his throat. you’re lost in his smell, the feeling of his breath hitching, his warmth.

"angel," he breathes into your mouth, "you're so-"

“helloooooo?” nami’s head appears in your field of vision, her head turned, earrings dangling. “i said i'm ready. are you coming or not?”

snapping out of your daze, your hands eased their grip on your thighs. you were waiting for nami to finish getting ready in the shared room where, not too long ago, you had been fucking sanji on the same couch you were sitting on.

she’s looking at you expectedly, impatient, with her hands on her hips.

“huh? oh,” you attempt to shake the thoughts out of your head, standing up. “yeah, im coming,” grabbing your things you followed her to the deck.

you all waved goodbye to robin and chopper as you strolled into town in search of a place that allowed sanji to confidently take a night off and accomodated luffy’s stomach and zoro’s endless alcohol tolerance. which, since you knew all three of them pretty well, was no easy feat. the bar luffy chose tonight, though, wasn’t half bad. the food was decent and plenty. the crew ordered a feast of booze, shitty fried food and what could scarcely be called entrées, and ate together—creating a ruckus loud enough to rival the volume of the celebrations you held after defeating an enemy.

after three or four drinks deep to your one, nami nudges you with her elbow. “hey, let’s go play against those idiots,” her head knods toward the side of the bar with pool tables, dart boards, and other bar games. the dingily lit area of the bar was crawling with big burly pirates, currently noisily hitting balls around the table. “I bet we can make a few bucks off of ‘em and get some free drinks,” she grins. you can practically see the belly signs in her eyes.

you smirk, agreeing. “yeah, alright. you convinced me.” you snub out your cigarette, sucking up the remains of your drink through the straw.

“hey luffy, we’re gonna go play some pool,” she jerks a thumb in the direction. “and earn back the money we need to pay for this food,” her confidence shines through him.

luffy’s eyebrows raise, his face stuffed to the brim with greasy bar food. he gives a thumbs up, a smile spreading across his cheeks. “ok!!”

it’s not a normal bar night without you and nami at least cheating out some suckers for some free drinks, making bets that you always win, or acting naive and helpless to gain some important info. if only robin were here, then you’d really be unstoppable.

the crew watches as you and nami adjust your clothes and hair, re-dolling yourselves up to win the attention of the men you were about to swindle out of money. zoro snickers and looks away, usopp and franky cheer you on, and sanji and brook watch you both with hearts in their eyes.

sanji is resting his chin in his palms, his eyes unabashedly looking you both all over. “my beautiful swans, please allow me to escort you,” his legs lift to stand.

“nope!” nami pushes down on his head so he sits down again, grabbing your hand and pulling. you send sanji a light wink before allowing her to pull you. he swoons, reaching out toward you in desperation in his usual, pervy, love-struck nature.

eventually the rest of the crew followed suit, spreading out over the bar. luckily for you and nami, there were plenty of ignorant, unsuspecting pirates to go around tonight. enough to make a few extra bucks, plus pay for dinner. but the current crowd around the pool tables were starting to catch on to you and nami’s game, which coincidently meant less free drinks from unexpecting idiots. taking a break, you decided to get a refill for you both.

“excuse me sanji,” you lay a hand on his shoulder as you squeeze into the open space at the bar next to him. well, there was one more unexpecting idiot, at least.

leaning back with your touch on his barstool, he looks at you, smiling. “oh, hey. whatcha you up to, beautiful?” his blissed eyes look up at you.

you look at him, grinning. your eyes flick around his face in a quick second. huh, no lipstick yet. unusual. although, his usually neat shirt was loose and unbuttoned enough that if you wanted to, you could look down through the open gap at his bare, muscular chest or at the silver chain necklace accenting his collarbones. “just getting another round for nami and I,” your hand slides off his shoulder, digging in your pocket for fake cash. “two saké crans, please,” you tell the bartender.

his mouth turns down in a pout at the loss of touch. he quickly recovers, sitting back up straight, his elbows resting on the bar counter. “put her drinks on my tab,” sanji nods at the bartender making your drinks, his knee bumping your leg under the counter.

“awe, is this my promised drink, sanji?" you smile at him sweetly, copying his movement by leaning your elbows down on the bar in his direction, your eyes at level with his. cologne radiates off of him, filling your nose. it was your favorite of his, intoxicating enough to make you lean just a little further toward him.

he hums, nodding. his shoulders slouching as he lavishes in your attention. “what number am I?” his fingers fidget with the burning cigarette between them.

you attempt to count the number of free drinks you’ve been given so far, glancing back toward nami and counting the heads around her. you turn back to him. “hmmmm, 4 or 5.”

he grins, pounding his fist on the counter with a thud. “top five, i’ll take it.”

you roll your eyes at his exaggerated response. "give me your best pickup line. ya know, to get the full sanji experience," you reach in front of him, swirling his drink with his straw.

“well,” he shrugs, “what can i say to the girl who already has my whole heart?" his hands are itching to do something, like intertwine his fingers with yours on the counter, or hold you by the waist, or twirl the hem of your skirt. instead, he lifts it, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"im not sure," you grin, watching the fidget of his fingers.

"hmm let's see," he rests his chin on his knuckles in thought, blowing out the smoke through his nose. "im not sure I have one good enough that captures your beauty, smarts, talents, and all of the reasons why I adore you. I guess i’ll have to spend the rest of my life making up for it."

shivers carry up your spine, the tips of your ears flush. bastard. ok, he wins this one. the smile on his face is so cute, you can’t help but lean in and peck his cheek. "I guess you will.” your eyes flick to his, giving him another sweet smile as you wipe your lipstick from his cheek with your thumb.

he stays stunned, his mouth agape and fists clenched. did you just kiss him? here? in public?

you chuckle at his expression. “thanks for the drinks, sanji-kun," you pick up your finished drinks on the counter.

"oh- …uh," he stutters, cheeks flushing, taken aback from your affection. "sure, chérie.”

you walk back over to nami. his barstool swivels to allow his eyes to follow you, watching how your hips move in the same skirt he felt beneath his fingers mere hours ago.

—

a few hours later and a hundred thousand belly in nami’s pocket, you were back sitting with the crew, relishing in your winnings, taking a break from the constant ogling, and the flirty facade. some of them were sore losers, which almost led to the break out of several fights. though, one look from your captain sent them running. you currently were being entertained by usopp’s plans for his latest invention and luffy’s insistent demands for more food.

you nudged zoro and asked if he ever made it to the swordsmith.

’tsk,” his face snaps away from you, crossing his arms. “of course I did. didn’t buy anything, though.”

you knew he was lying, but your attention was currently too distracted to tease him.

you knew this would happen, its practically a routine at this point. everytime the strawhats went out to a bar, sanji would flirt up the local women. it was just typical sanji behavior.

that’s exactly why you shouldn’t have cared. why you shouldn’t have felt a single thing as you were sitting with the crew, drinking and chatting. yet, despite your denial, you were noticably distracted, your eyes glued to his barseat.

sanji was flirting with any girl that happened to give him the time of day. currently, a hazy, lovestuck expression was glued to his face as a young woman with jet black hair and long, slender legs, almost shamelessly leans into him. she was laughing, probably at one of his stupid, exaggerated attempts at flirting. his fingers held her hand, his lips pressing a kiss to their knuckles, an action you had grown so accustomed to.

you reminded yourself that you two weren’t exclusive. you had both fucked other people before and yet…that didn’t stop the pang of jealousy that ignited in your chest, spreading up and over your cheeks.

you released an audible sigh, making some vague excuse about needing a smoke outside. zoro mumbled about how ‘you can smoke in here’ before you made your way out into the cool, empty streets. you swallowed down the fresh air, letting the crisp breeze blow over you to cool your nerves.

you leaned up against the side of the bar, pulling out a cigarette from your pocket and lighting it. there was no way in hell the emotions you were feeling right now were jealousy. right? they couldnt be. you were feeling more… defensive? no, that wasn’t right, either. conflicted. lets go with conflicted.

why do you suddenly care if sanji was flirting with other girls? he does it all. the. time. sure, it was different when he did it with nami and robin, but throwing himself at the local townswomen was just about as frequent as him having a lit cigarette in his mouth. the thought now sat like a rock in your stomach.

before today, the action rolled smoothly off your shoulders, usually ignoring it and waiting for sanji to return to the palm of your hand. sure, some of the ‘waiting’ included getting involved with other people, but that was kind of the point. you weren’t exclusive, but the guys you typically gave your attention to were, unrealized by you, so far removed from sanji that you wondered why you didn’t cum as quickly or never wanted to stay the night.

but right now, you were smoking cigarette after cigarette, thinking about him. you kept the smoke in your lungs for a bit longer than usual, eventually releasing it through your nose. your mind drifts to the events of the day. you practically spent the whole day with him, showering in his attention, his words, and later, his cock. it was suffocating to think about, while he was right inside with other girls’ fingers between his and their perfume on his skin. why? why was it so suffocating?

you needed to get a grip.

what was wrong with you? first, you were acting all clingy at the market, then, you fucked him because you thought he needed to burn steam, and now, you’re upset because he’s flirting with someone other than you. what was next? you werent sure if you wanted to know the answer to that one.

you debated ditching the others and going back to the sunny. it felt like the most responsible answer, the safe answer, so you could catch your breath and figure out the source of your conflict.

“you’re still here?” zoro rounds the corner of the entrance, his eyebrows pinched. “you were gone for so long, we thought you left.”

you put out your cigarette, crossing your arms. “what, you couldn’t use your sixth sense to see I was still out here?”

if zoro noticed the snap in your tone, he didn’t react to it. “come back inside. nami’s looking for you.”

“she is? why?”

“wants to do a drinking contest. she's no match for me, so you're the next best person." he grins. “but if you start looking off, im subbing in. i’m not carrying you back to the sunny again,” he narrows his eye. "last time you threw up all over me, and usopp had to hose us off with ice cold sea water.”

“don’t remind me. it was not my finest hour, i’ll admit.” you nod. “it’s a deal.” you lean off the side of the building, moving toward the entrance. a drinking contest? that was an unforeseen answer to your current state.

zoro sighs. a sound that stops you in your tracks. you pause, side-eyeing him.

"a little advice for dealing with the shit-cook," he grits his teeth, breaking eye contact.

you freeze, your heart skipping a beat.

"either ignore him, or don't."

while he did have some expertise in the ‘ignoring sanji’ field, you didn't want zoro's advice at the moment, or ever, really, when it comes to, whatever the fuck you were feeling right now. you trust zoro with your life, but he's not very skilled in the emotions department. what you needed was more alcohol in your bloodstream.

“using that observation haki, now, huh? whatever, zoro. come on, we need someone to keep count.”

—

you hated the taste of beer, but you needed a distraction—I mean—you never backed down from a challenge. it looked like at least half the bar were cheering you both on, with loud whoops and hollars as each of you chugged each round together.

you didnt back down, even when your stomach started to clench and fill up, even when your head starting feeling dizzy and your throat begged you to stop. after 20 or so, you stopped keeping count.

nami stayed at least 2 or 3 mugs ahead of you, fueled by the bartenders’ quick pouring speed and the encouraging noise around her. she was going to beat you, you knew that for sure, but that didn’t mean you weren’t having fun. every time you finished yours before she did, one half of the crowd cheered. when nami regained her lead, the other half cheered. who knew two girls could pack this much alcohol away?

only when you felt like your stomach was going to burst, you tapped out. when zoro raised nami’s arm in victory, the bar was in uproar. he patted your shoulder in condolences, smirking at the newfound, buzzed, smile that was hanging on your lips.

after your loss, it was getting late. your crewmates had thinned out, leaving nami, zoro, usopp, and sanji to continue enjoying the night out. you were way past tipsy at this point, your thoughts reduced to white noise and a heaviness settled in your limbs. instead of rejoining them, you opted to find new company, giving a chance to the most unapproachable looking guy in the bar that night, in the slight hope that he'd tell you to go away and you'd have an excuse to head back to the sunny. surprisingly, he didn't.

the man you sat next to was handsome, you admit. he had dark hair, with strands going every which way, and tan skin. he was wearing a button down with a jolly roger you’ve never seen before and light colored jeans. the buttons on his shirt were all open, highlighting his muscular tattooed chest. by his demeanor, you're not sure why he's even still here, with only a few of his crew members filtering around the bar.

"oh come on, I talked this entire time and you’ve barely said a peep about yourself," you pout, leaning back in the booth, stiring your drink with the straw. "i'm intrigued. it's not every day you see a pirate captain bring his paperwork into a bar while his crew screws off without him,” you take a drag from your cigarette.

"you're right, it's not," his voice was sharp, his eyes trained on his papers.

you grin, blowing smoke from your cigarette out the side of your mouth away from him. you were drunk, but not too drunk to take a hint. "well you seem busy, i'll stop bothering you." before you uncrossed your legs to leave, a broad, tattooed hand slides along your thigh.

"did I say you were?" his gaze landed on you, his eyes narrowing as he drops the pen in his hand in favor of taking a sip of his drink.

you grin. normally, you find the action revolting, but you were too buzzed to care. this was the first indication that he had liked you the entire time you were sat with him. his eyes never left his papers as you were talking, asked vague questions that you elaborated extensively on, and never offered to buy you a drink. you were too drunk to realize, however, that he was a stark, bold contrast to sanji. he'd been cold, criticized your smoking, and overall seemed uninterested. why were you still sitting with him, again?

he takes your silence as his cue to continue. “that captain of yours sounds like an idiot." oh, so he was listening.

"he is," you said fondly, smiling. “but he's still our captain." you take a sip of the fruity cocktail in your hand. "so, what kind of captain are you, then?"

his hand remains on your thigh as he talks to you, his descriptions and stories vague and unassuming. he was telling you an impressive story of how he cut up a whole navel fleet with the flick of his wrist, when he caught the eye of someone at the bar, a certain someone who was sending daggers in his direction.

the pirate captain beside you didn’t need haki to notice that sanji was looking back in your direction every so often from his seat at the bar. he couldn’t fathom why this seemingly random guy was acting like this, when he had the attention of an equally attractive woman right in front of him.

the blonde-headed man across the bar was visably anxious, his leg bouncing against the ground as his hands fidget with a cigarette rapidly decreasing in size. one look from you and he was tearing himself from his seat, ready to tell off the guy you were sitting with.

you weren’t aware of this silent conversation they were having, your head swirling and consumed by every word he was saying. you leaned further into him, listening intently.

the next time sanji glances over, you're gone. the man you were sitting with looks mildly concerned in the direction of the bathroom.

—

nami holds your hair and rubs your back as you empty your stomach into the toilet below you. her snicker echos against the walls. "jeez girl, i thought you could hold it better than this.”

“yeah,” you pause between heavy breaths, “and you were ss-supposed to take it easy on ‘m,” you slur, side-eyeing her.

she shrugs, “still pick-pocketed everyone who was close.”

you groan, emptying more of your stomach. you’ll get back at her later, for now, you had to keep from blacking out completely. though, in your weakened state, the effort was shortlived.

—

when you come to, someone’s carrying you through the warm air of the night, your eyes are still closed, the side of your head pressed into their shoulder.

“hmm, zoro?” you mumble, stirring in the arms of whoever is caring you. your mind is foggy, your limbs heavy.

the man beneath you tenses, but continues in his stride.

“it’s sanji, darling. how are you feeling?”

his words barely register in your mind. you make your best attempt at opening your eyes, but fail. your eyelids felt heavier than the barbells that zoro carried around like feathers.

“san-ji…?” your voice lower than a whisper. with your nose pressed into his shirt, you could tell the man carrying you smelled like cigarettes and warm, sweet smelling collogue. there was a light grip around your shoulders and your knees. of course it was sanji. zoro always carried you over his shoulder, an arm slung around your middle. if you were sober, you’d be able call out the differences between the two men in an instant. but, in your impaired state, you couldn’t tell it was clearly not the broad shouldered, hard, brute of a swordsman carrying you.

you force your eyes open, tracing the outline of side of his face as he continues forward. his face is etched in something you can’t make out, but his jaw is clenched, eyes narrowed.

your stomach finally catches up with your conscious state, bile rising in your throat while an overwhelming sense of guilt washes over you. you slap a hand over your mouth, breathing deeply through your nose, willing it back into your stomach. tears line your lashes as a result of gagging. you groan, feeling utterly miserable. you could tell there wasnt much left in your stomach, but what was left was clawing at your throat to come out.

“ugh, gods,” you swallow a particularly gross amount of bile back down your throat, your hand resting over your mouth. “why do you put up with me?”

sanji continues walking at a steady pace, unbothered by your clear signs of almost vomiting over his shoulder. in contrast to you, this is an easy one to answer for him. though, if he said what he wanted to out loud, it’d be crossing the boundary. despite knowing that you’d likely not remember this anyway, he opts for a response that is equally true.

his lips press on the top of your head for a moment, thumb rubbing the side of your knee soothingy. “I’d do anything for you.”

you melt under the soft contact, your misery temporarily subsiding. as you look at him, something stirs in your stomach, and you’re not sure if it’s nausea, affection, embarrassment, or maybe a mixture of all three. despite the countless times he’s said it before, this time his words pierced you straight through the chest.

he looks at you now. his face is softer, less serious. “try to relax, my love. we’re almost back to the ship. I’ll have you in your bed in no time.”

with your throat burning and stomach still uneasy, you allow his words to put you at ease. “thank you,” you manage, eyes closing.

he hums, "of course, angel." you feel his grip on you tighten as you fade out of consciousness.

— the next thing you know, your head is rested on your pillow, the covers being wrapped around you.

"hmm, sanji?" you mumble.

seeing you stir, he smooths the blanket over your arm. "i'm here, sweetheart." smiling lightly down at you, he picks up the glass full of water on your bedside table.

"take a sip for me, chérie," his hand places the tip of the glass to your lips. as you drink, your fingers wrap around his on the glass. when you’re done, he places the glass back down on the table.

“I’ll see you in the morning, ok? I’ll cook you whatever you’d like.” his voice is quiet, reassuring. he’s already going over your list of favorite hangover food and drink in his mind.

"sanji?” you repeat, quieter.

“yes, love?” his legs lift to stand up from your bed.

you can’t stop the panic that rises in your chest. you reach out, attempting to grab his arm with all the strength you can muster, which ends up being a featherlight touch. “stay?” your pleading eyes bare up at him. his lip quivers, paused mid ascent. “just a little, pl-ease?” your voice cracks.

he hesitates, unsure. the hold on his arm and panic etched on your face helps him decipher what was wrong. you're just inebriated and in need of comfort, right? after a moment, he gives in. “sure, sweetheart.”

relief floods through your body, your hand dropping from his arm. with his weight again present on your bed, your eyes flutter shut. you mumble your thanks, your body already pulling you into sleep. your fingers slide between his, finding warmth. with your stomach empty, but your chest full, your body pulled you into sleep.

butterflies ram into the sides of his chest. you were going to be the death of him, truly. he looks at the way your fingers fit neatly between his, wondering if you’d let him hold your hand again in this delicate type of way. not just to pin you down on his bed, to follow you back to your room, to squeeze as a signal to keep going.

his thumb rubs across your hand, back and forth, soothingly. he sits with you in the girls’ room until your breathing evens out, and a little after that. he loses track of time, getting his fill of the peaceful expression on your face, the softness of your hand.

fear had propelled throughout his body after you disapeared from your seat back at the bar. he excused himself from the woman he was talking to and made a path around the bar. coincidentally, nami was gone too. that only made his panic rise.

he found usopp, and regrettably, zoro, asking if they saw either of you. the former started panicking with him, the latter shrugged him off, saying something about how it was none of his business. he grabbed his shirt, about to curse him out for not keeping a closer eye on you both. but the grip in his chest softened when he heard your calls for him.

“sanji!!! ugh… sanji!” your voice was slightly muffled, but his ears heard it loud and clear.

nami kicked the bathroom door open, one arm around your waist, practically pulling you out into the room. “ugh, would you stop? he’s right there.”

sanji was by your side in a few quick steps, leaning down to your level. "what's wrong, sweetheart?" his eyebrows furling.

your gaze lifted slowly, finding his eyes. a big, stupid, love-struck smile spreads across your lips. “oh!! sanji,” your arms immediately reached out to him, wrapping him in a big hug. “thank gods you’re here. I missed you, where have you been?” nami chuckled behind her hand, leaving him to deal with you and joined zoro and usopp at the bar.

he was stunned. after a moment, his arms circled around you gently, pulling you more into him. “i’m here, angel. always have been.”

you hum a sound of contentment, your body melting into his embrace, unaware of the tenderness that was gripping sanji by the throat.

his heart was racing, feeling like he was going to burst. but your health came first. “let’s go back to the sunny, sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear, one of his arms dropping to curl around your knees.

“mmkay,” you smiled into his neck as he stood with you in his arms, carrying you out of the bar and into the moonlit sky.

you’ve never displayed this much affection toward him in a single day. it was more than welcome, of course. not that he minded being your knight in shining armour, but you’ve never drunkingly called out to him in the middle of a bar. he thanked the gods that it was him, though, and not that guy you were sitting with, or gods forbid if it was zoro.

what were you doing with that dark haired guy? he looked like a prick. completely ignoring you, acting like you didnt mean anything until he got a hand on you. all while he sat mere feet away ready to do anything you asked. sure, he was supposed to act like he didn't care, but it made his heart clench seeing you treated like you were anything less than the most interesting person in the room.

he worshipped the ground you walked on, he’d admit that to anyone who asked. but he’s not sure how much longer he can keep pretending that he’s not completely enamored with you, that the scent of your skin doesnt keep him up at night, that his world didn’t revolve around you, or that he doesn’t fear that you’ll stop coming to him, asking for him.

one second he has you within reach, in another he doesn't.

commotion from outside snaps him out of his thoughts. his fingers slip out of yours, carefully tucking you into your covers. he quietly slips out of the room.

—

when you wake, it was edging towards lunch already. you groan, holding your pounding head in your hands and roll over. you take the meds with the water that was waiting for you on your bedside table.

your stomach drags you to the kitchen when your head eases it’s attack on you. you plop down at the table with zoro and usopp in the dining room, who were assumedly going through the same agony as you. well, zoro didn’t really get hangovers, but slept like he did. as you sit there, you piece together the events of last night. the last thing you remember is talking to some guy with a plush white hat and then … oh, throwing up. great.

you yawn as sanji emerges from the direction of the storage room. a giggle comes from your side. usopp is looking at you with his eyebrows raised and a knowing smirk on his face. you don’t know what he’s on about, but send him a piercing look anyway. he looks away immediately, terrified. gods only know what you would do to him if he had to tell you what he was just thinking about. zoro is about to beat him to the punch anyway.

your focus goes back to remembering last night’s events. you also vaguely remember being carried, but the action was starting to make your head throb again. you shyly ask zoro if he had carried you back to the ship, despite saying that he wouldn’t last night.

“no, the shitty cook did,” he crossed his arms. “you were practically begging for him when nami dragged you out of the bathroom. you vomited your guts out.”

your eyes widen, flushing furiously. your hands immediately cover your face. “fuck,” you mumble, more embarassed by the begging than the vomitting. what does he mean by that? gods know what else happened between that and ending up in bed.

“heh, yeah, there was vomit and shit all over you. it was gross,” you hear the creak of zoro’s chair as he leans back with his weight against it.

“zoro!” usopp pleads, half out of sympathy, half out of fear, knowing your response if he kept egging you on.

“shut. up.” you gritted your teeth, the flush on your cheeks growing angry. despite the obvious consequences, the urge to punch zoro highens to a dangerous level.

“here you go, beautiful.”

you feel the brush of fingers tuck hair behind your ear, the sound of fabric ruffling and a plate being set in front of you. your chest warms from the contact.

“be quiet, mosshead. embarassing a lady in my kitchen is unforgivable,” you hear a flick of finger against skull.

zoro growls beside you. “hey! what do I care what’s ‘unforgivable’ in your kitchen?”

you can only imagine the look sanji gives him. your fingers threaten to create an opening to look through. a hand rests on your back for a moment, a thumb stroking your skin soothingly. “because I keep the booze in here,” comes from behind you.

zoro clicks his tongue, grumbling. the sound of silverware hitting his plate tells you his teasing is over. the scent of a cigarette, along with footsteps, trail away from you.

finally, you lift your hands from your tomato-red face. the plate below you had a beautiful arrangement of colors and shapes. two sunny-side eyes with their whites shaped in hearts, two pieces of avocado toast, some cut up strawberries and melon, and a small bowl of oatmeal with honey drizzled overtop of it.

the food in front of you laid untouched for another moment as you took a cigarette from the pack he laid in front of you, and lit it. you watched sanji as he fliped an omelet in the skillet, taking a deep drag of the burning paper between your fingers. as they both eat around you, your face returns to it’s normal shade, except for a faint pink across your cheekbones.

sanji returns to your side, his hands full again with a plate of food and two mugs of steaming coffee gripped by their handles in the other. he places a mug down in front of you.

you glance down at the contents of his plate. it was more or less the same as yours, an omelet replacing your sunny-side up eggs, some potatoes replacing the toast. why did he wait to have his breakfast with you? how did he know how you took your coffee or what you liked to eat during a hangover?

about to sit down, he looks at your still-untouched plate, “oh, your stomach must still be upset. I can make you something else, sweetheart.”

you wrap your fingers around his wrist lightly, stopping his movement to take away your plate. you shook your head. ‘this was good. this was nice,’ you meant to say out loud, but the words were caught in your throat.

releasing his wrist, you finally put together the clues you laid for yourself the day before. the clingyness. the concern. the jealousy. the, ugh, begging.

he finally takes his seat next you, his concerned expression softens. his smile shines at you so brightly, you can feel it’s rays warm your skin. his place next to you felt comforting, like you were just wrapped up in a blanket. it made you want to melt into his side and press your lips to his cheek.

so, this is what it was like to have feelings for sanji. embarrassing, hungry, genuine feelings for sanji.

fuck.

𖦹:･ﾟ⋆. ࿐࿔

part three coming soon.

#sb :p #sanji x reader #sanji smut

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