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with a quiet huff, you rummaged through your clothes, after shuffling through hangers youβve decided to pull out the whole wardrobe onto your bed and start from there instead of pulling outfit after outfit. the accumulated clothes flew around your room, discarded for not being good enoughβnot when you wanted to look your best for your on-deck crush.
youβve been like that for a couple of minutes, wearing only a cute set of underwear while you looked through your clothes. it was a simple lacy set that always got you a boost of confidence, and today you wanted to see if sanji would like to have a drink with you after dinner. you hummed a soft tune as you pick a skirt from the pile on your bed and walked over to the mirror to check it out.
thatβs when you hear the door open, the loud creek of wood startling you. βmy lady, have you seen theββ
sanji stood there, paralyzed with his mouth open, almost slack-jawed and face beet-red. his visible eye was open with shock and the cigarette almost fell down to the floor. you could see his nostrils flare, youβve known him enough to know that was a major nosebleed threatening to occur. the wheels were obviously turning inside his head, but the shock of walking in on you, seeing you in nothing but that lacy underwear that covered practically nothing must have him frozen in place.
you huffed and covered yourself with the nearest blanket, draping it over your chest and holding it to cover your bare ass tooβyou were still standing in front of the mirror, after all.
at this point, not a sound has came out of sanji, which was rare. the woman-loving cook seeing one of the crew girlsβ naked and not even a screech of excitement? no, he justβ¦turned. the door slammed behind him so hard it surprised you it didnβt come off its hinges.
ββ¦sanji?β you asked, softly, trying to supress a smile.
βI AM THE WORST MAN ALIVE.β he screamed from the hallway. you laughed at his dramatic reaction. βI DIDNβT SEE ANYTHING, CHERIβohmygod i saw everything.β
you were now laughing out loud, satisfied that he did actually react to seeing your body almost naked, and positively so. that had to mean something, right?
βITβS NOT FUNNY, DONβT LAUGH.β
βit kind of is.β by that moment you were already dressed in the previously picked skirt and a tight top. his embarrassed whines fueled something in you that fed off his attention, they served as a nice background music as you finished getting ready.
you opened the door and found him down on his knees in front of you. one of your brows raised, interested in this whole situation. βiβm decent now, sanji.β if you forced your voice to sound smoother, it was something only you had to know.
andβokay, the way he looked up to you kind of turned you on, and his kneeled position didnβt help your situation. you couldnβt help but fall for that puppy-eyed look, how his thick eyebrows furrowed preoccupied and his lips pouted, a faint pink line staining his cupidβs bow. his visible eye roamed over your figure from below, and you noticed the moment it landed on the underskirt view of your panties. his face redened again, but this time he tried to hide it by lowering his head.
βiβm so sorry, my angel, it was unchivalrous of me to walk in on you without knocking.β you had to supress the excited eyeroll when you hear that pouty murmur.
βitβs fine, sanji.β
βno, itβs not fine, ma chΓ©r, please let me make it up to you.β
oh, well. your plan could finally become true after all.
βlet me think about itβ¦β
βhmm, fuck! there, sanjiβohmygod.β
electricity traveled from your belly through your legs, his skilled mouth worked with a blend of hunger and reverence between your quivering thighsβbroad strokes along your wet slit turning into more precise, more hard circles around your swollen clit. his index and middle fingers held your folds open for him, between licks they even thrusted shallow into your hole, teasing you.
he was good, sososo good. it felt like he somehow knew your whole body; how fast, how hard, where to pay special attention.
his lips latched onto your clit and your hands automatically pulled at the blonde strands on his head. the low, long hum he produced vibrated against your pussy and sent even more fuzzy sensations to your core.
he separated for a second to look at you, and you almost cried when he didβyou were so close. he laughs, wiping the mix of spit and juices from his redened lips. βmm, you like that, mon chΓ©ri?β your hips jerked at his words, a fresh wave of slickness coating your slit from the raspy accent of that beautiful man.
βyesβfuck, iβm so close, please, sanjiβ¦β
βwhy such hurry? we have all day.β
