PAIRING: Roronoa Zoro x f!Reader x Vinsmoke Sanji (implied poly-situationship/relationship)
SUMMARY: 2 years have passed, and you thought that it would be awkward to return to the Sunny, back to Sanji and Zoro after so long. What you didn't expect was 2 grown men waiting to get you in private for their own pleasure.
GENRE: Smut
WARNINGS: Swearing, breeding kink with Zoro, oral (male receiving). Just two STARVED men tbh.
WORD COUNT: 1.8k words
Thinking heavily on 2 physically touch-starved Sanji and Zoro. 2 years just training, no other source of touch, REALLY fucked them up.
So understandably, the moment they saw you after you reunited in Sabaody, they basically JUMPED you.
Zoro had you first, like he was the first to arrive, then you. So he was pretty glad that he could have you alone, without Sanji. Don't get him wrong. He liked sharing you with the blond cook. After all, he agreed to whatever sharing agreement he had with you and Sanji before Kuma sent you flying away. But sometimes he just wanted to have you all to himself.
Shakky was kind enough to let you and Zoro stay in one little room she had in her bar.
Basically, for days, Zoro never let you leave the room. All your body was sore, Asscheeks too red due to the countless spanks. Chest, neck, and back full of hickies. He wanted to mark you up before Sanji arrived, so the cook could see what happens when you don't arrive in time.
He wasn't any better either. His back was full of nail scratches that you left. And hickies too. Because it would be a lie if you said you didn't miss them too. Two years where you trained like there was no tomorrow, and two years where you missed your partners a little too much.
At one point, you felt like you were going insane. You could feel them. It was as if your body just imagined them being with you, touching you, kissing you. Your hand wasn't enough. You craved them soooo bad.
The first 3 days were restless. It was as if Zoro and you couldn't have enough of each other. One could think that after a day you would be tired, even bored. But you would be underestimating how badly Zoro missed you, and how much your level of stamina the two of you managed to improve.
Zoro never let you leave him, not for a second. Food? What's that? He did give you a break for rehydration. That's it, because as soon as he saw that you rested enough, he was once again inside you, pounding into you like there was no tomorrow.
And you were in cloud 9, because he just wanted to make sure you knew how much he had needed you for those 2 years. You swore you could die from pleasure. And if you died, you would have been the happiest woman on earth.
When the rest of the crew finally started arriving at Sabaody, that's when you knew you had to go outside. And much to his dismay, he accepted. That didn't mean that in the moment the night fell, he would make sure your body remembered his.
"Shitshitshit, you are tighter than before." Zoro groaned in between thrusts. Zoro was never this vocal during sex, but being without you for two years really made him change how he was.
You were now riding him. Or well, more like sitting on him while he grabbed your ass and moved his lower body at a restless pace. It felt as if he was drilling into you. And it felt really good.
Pure primal desire filled him. And it was what you wanted, what your body needed.
Your head was resting on his blade shoulder. You were letting out small, erratic breaths every time he thrusted into you.
"Zo-" You gulped. He didn't stop. His pace managed to stay consistent, even after feeling you clench around him. He loved it.
"Tha-t's it. Taking me so well…" You bit his neck, trying to muffle your screams. He only smirked after feeling your teeth sink into his skin. "God, I can feel you get wetter."
And he was right. The heard of your juices mixed with his cum from previous orgasms he had were what you could hear the most, apart from your moans and his breathing.
"Shit, I'm gonna cum again. At this point I'm more than sure you will get pregnant, baby." You could feel yourself squeezing his cock. "Oh, you want that?"
"Fuck. Zor-" Your head was completely consumed by him. Body too full. At this point, you could feel your tummy was about to explode. Not sure if it was because Zoro somehow got bigger, or maybe because of all the time he had cum inside of you.
"You're close." He knew you so well. You could only nod. "Then cum, baby. Cum all over my cock. Show me how much you missed me."
With only a few more thrusts, you could feel the waves of pleasure traveling all over your body. You let out a grutal moan. But Zoro didn't stop. He wouldn't. Not until he came a few more times inside you.
Now Sanji was fuming. He was furious. Not only did he have to spend two years without you, but Zoro arrived first at Sabaody, Perona took him there, and the mosshead HAD YOU FIRST?
So fucking unfair.
Like, don't get him wrong, he LOVED it when he first saw you at Shakky's bar. Like he physically collapsed to his knees, crawled to you, and started crying from happiness. And even if someone could think that was kinda pathetic, you found it so endearing,
You crouched down and hugged him. Like god, you missed your beautiful blond prince so much!
And he was so ecstatic… Until he saw the hickeys that were adorning your neck. Then he grabbed your hands, and oh! Your wrists were bruised. He could see the bruises shaped like fingers. There was only one explanation. Zoro.
That fucking idiot. He hated to leave you all alone because of this. He just didn't know how to treat you properly. He always had to act like a fucking animal. But, well, at least he had you right there.
In front of him, it was you, his goddess, his angel.
Sanji lost it the moment the door to the room you've been staying in closed. He started kissing you, sucking your neck. His hands were roaming all over your body, wanting to feel you, to remember the way your body felt under his touch. And god, he was loving those sweet sounds…
He really missed you so much.
He didn't want to mark you up as Zoro, but you have to understand, sweet, poor Sanji. He was craving this. He stayed sleepless for so many nights, imagining you were by his side. So a few more hickies wouldn't hurt anyone. And to be fair, you just LOVED the way Sanji would give you hickies.
He would always start with kissing you softly and slowly sucking harder and harder until he felt it was enough. And even though he wanted to have you as soon as possible, he still took his sweet time with you.
Your hands flew to his hair, which was a little bit longer, and tugged his hair, making him moan in your skin. You missed him. If Zoro was more on the animalistic side, Sanji was on the sweeter one. He didn't care if he moaned or made any similar sound. He knows you loved that.
However, you knew you didn't have as much time as you both wanted. Somehow, the two of you knew that same day you were leaving for Fishman Island. And it broke a little bit of your heart. Because just as you spent days having sex with Zoro, Sanji deserved the same.
"My love, I missed you. I need you."
"I know, baby, I know." You moaned. "But not right now." You stopped him, and when you looked at him, you could see his little pout that made your heart twitch in pain.
"But-" You didn't let him finish when you plumped into your knees and quickly started to unbuckle his belt. Sanji felt himself growing harder. If that was even possible. You looked up at him and smiled. Sanji rolled his eyes to the back of his head.
You palmed him through his boxers. And as quickly and cautiously as possible, took out his cock. A hint of precum was already smeared over the tip. You started to move your hand up and down, taking your sweet time. But the moment you heard him whimper, you knew you didn't want to torture him any longer.
You gave his shaft one lick before putting his whole cock in your mouth. You relaxed your jaw. And thank god it was Sanji, because even if he was desperate for you to move, he knew he needed to give you time to adjust to him. When you finally managed to breathe without gagging, you started bobbing your head.
Sanji threw his head back and closed his eyes. God, this felt way better than his hand.
Without stopping, you looked at Sanji and saw him gulp. Trying his best not to let any loud sound out.
"So warm, love…" He whispered, not trusting his voice. You continued moving your head, and once you were used to the pace, one of your hands grabbed the rest of his shaft that you didn't manage to take and started pumping him.
"Yeah, like that." Sanji's hands flew to your head and started moving you a little faster. "Fuck I'm gonna cum." Was it too soon? Probably. But in all fairness and in his defense, he felt like he was in heaven. He hadn't felt this good for literal YEARS.
You could only hum, letting him know you were ready whenever he was. He could feel your throat clenching, and that was all it took for him to come. You could feel his cum spurting out of his cock.
You let him move your head to ride his orgasm out. The only thing that you could hear was his labored breathing. Slowly, Sanji became soft in your mouth, and with all the care in the world, you slowly took him out of your mouth, not wanting to overstimulate him. Cum still in your mouth.
"Come here." He helped you stand up, and without giving it a thought, he kissed you. And lord, even if you spent three consecutive days fucking Zoro, this kiss was the hottest thing you've ever experienced. The kiss was intense. A mix of saliva and his cum was passing from mouth to mouth, and you couldn't help but moan into the kiss.
Sanji didn't know what took over him, but it felt good. His mind was clouded thanks to your presence, and of course the mind-blowing orgasm you just gave him.
A part of you still felt a little bit bad that you didn't have sex with him. But now that you were back, you knew you could have him whenever you wanted, without the need to wait any longer.
PAIRING: Vinsmoke Sanji x f!Reader, Sabo x f!Reader, Portgas D. Ace x f!Reader
SUMMARY: Fame was already something one could barely handle. But fame and the scrutiny that came with everything, including your romantic life, were too much. Will you be able to make it out alive and triumphant, or will it consume you until you can barely hold on to dear life?
GENRE: Fluff, angst and smut.
☀️fluff 🌧angst ❄️smut
Part 1: Sanji
1. Superestrella
2. Fearless
3. So High School
4. Paris
5. False God
6. My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys
7. I Can Do It With A Broken Heart
8. twilight zone
Part 2: Sabo
1. Hard to Love
2. ghostin
3. Delicate
4. Message In A Bottle
5. Untouchable
6. Moonlight
7. All Mine
8. stay a little longer
9. loml
10. How Did It End?
Part 3: Sanji
1. imgonnagetyouback
2. Peter
3. Gone
Part 4: Ace
1. No One Noticed
2. Guilty As Sin?
3. I Know Places
4. Sweet Nothing
5. Bad Decisions
6. bet u wanna
7. RUSSIAN ROULETTE
8. You're Losing Me
9. the cure
10. So Long, London
11. i wish i hated you
Part 5: Alone
1. Midnight Rain
2. The Prophecy
3. dance all night
4. two years / ojos tristes
5. Love Me Not
Part 6: Sanji
1. So Easy (To Fall In Love)
2. King Of My Heart
3. I Think He Knows
4. Snow On The Beach
5. So It Goes
6. LOVE LOOKS PRETTY ON YOU
7. Wish List
8. Lover
9. Endgame
A/N: Each part will have several chapters. You will be able to see the titles already there. However, the story will be updated in order since it has continuity.
I've been working on this for so long. I really, really hope you like it!!! 🥹
Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader [No use of y/n]
Summary: Sanji wakes from his slumber but can hardly believe he isn't still dreaming.
CW: Fluff, Some Angst
Word Count: 1.4k
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When Sanji opens his eyes, the world shines golden with the evening- barely hinting the first promise of sunset. It only takes a moment to remember where he is, nestled in the garden. So utterly relaxed he hardly wants to move.
Your voice still softly reads through the pages of his treasured book, settling over him comforting and warm. The sigh that escapes when your fingers brush softly through his hair is heavy and heavenly. Though, not nearly so angelic as the voice that calls to him. “Sanji,” how he longs to live in that sound, “are you awake?”
How could he be? Something so devastatingly perfect- how could it be anything but- “I’m still dreaming.”
“Are you?” he can hear the upward tilt of your lips in the question.
“I must be,” he mutters, nuzzling into your soft lap, hands holding tighter and willing himself to keep dreaming.
“Hmm,” you ponder, gently putting aside the beloved book- noting the page. You’ve nearly read through the entire thing since Sanji fell asleep. But, you hadn’t dared to stop- hadn’t dared to move. He looked so peaceful, so angelic, so untroubled that you couldn’t bear the thought of waking him. So instead, you just kept reading- hoping your voice could sweeten his dreams with words of the All Blue.
Both hands rest atop his head, fingers softly combing through silky golden strands. Dramatically, you sigh, “oh, my sweet Prince, still lost to slumber.” Sanji closes his eyes, but can’t hide the smile waking across his lips or the warmth spreading across his cheeks. “Whatever shall I do?” Featherlight, your fingers trail the curves of his outline- across the curl of his brow, down the slope of his nose, tracing his smile.
Sanji’s heart near absconds its cage when you lean down and he feels the flutter of your lashes against his skin. “Perhaps…” you muse softly, “a kiss…?” Hands cupping his face, fingertips at his jawline- your breath is sweet across his brow when your lips press between them.
Biting his tongue to hide the satisfied sigh in his heart, Sanji lays there and enjoys the touch of your kiss, letting it breathe him back to life- whole body vibrating as your lips hum against him before pulling away.
Eyes opening, Sanji stares up at you- breathtaken.
“He’s awake!” you gasp with a smile bright enough to shine away every nightmare he’s ever had.
“True love’s kiss, mon cœur,” he lilts up to you, voice still deepened with sleep. Slowly, his hand rises, fingers trailing your face as if to remind himself that he is, indeed, awake.
“True love’s kiss,” confirming, you turn into his touch- placing another to his palm. How quickly this affection is becoming easy as breathing.
Blinking awake, Sanji slowly rises- noting the way your hand rubs the spot where he lay. “Sorry,” he says sheepishly, hoping he hasn’t made you too uncomfortable.
“Don’t be,” you answer instantly, “it was nice,” giving him a genuine smile. “Did you sleep well?” you ask, smoothing down his hair.
“Never better,” it’s the honest truth. There’s relief in your chest as you watch him stretch his lithe body, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders. Leaning back, he props his head in his hand as he looks at you, “are you hungry, mon amour?”
“Not yet, Chef,” you assure him. “We’ll be arriving at Finback soon. I was thinking we might do a little exploring before dinner.”
“Yeah?” his grin widens, “like a date?” the question leaves him before he can stop it.
Face heating, your heart flips, “oh, well-” stuttering for your words.
“It doesn’t have to be,” he throws out quickly, reeling himself in. “I was just-”
“Yes.” Before he can slip back down into the hole he still hasn’t fully climbed out of, “like a date.”
But, it’s too late- the guilt creeps into his face though it’s evident the way he tries to hide it. Too much, his mind screams, “it could just be-”
“Sanji,” you lean forward, holding his eyes, “will you go on a date with me?”
He freezes, completely stone- not even his heart beating for a long moment as his brain tries to process what you’ve just asked him. “I’m…” he clears his throat, “I’m supposed to be the one asking you that, ma chérie.” Just another thing he can’t get right.
Just another thing he’s forcing-
“Ask me,” you insist, fingers slotting into his. “I want you to ask me.”
Yet, when you look at him like that- how can he ever refuse?
He’ll do it right- he can do this.
He can give you this.
Rising up on his knees, he takes your hands in his, “ma chérie,” bringing them to his chest, letting you feel the sincerity in it’s beat. “Would you do me the exquisite honor of accompanying me on an outing this evening?”
The look on your face sends his heart dancing against your fingers. Eyes widening, blush blooming, pretty lips parting- you give him a sweet, “yes.” So honeyed he can taste it on his tongue.
Bowing his head, he places a chaste kiss to the back of your hand, delighting at the hitch of your breath and the flutter of your pulse at the wrist. You want this, he tells himself- you’re happy.
“Hey, you’re awake!” Luffy’s voice shines through the air, gripping the railing of the deck with a wide grin.
“I told you to stay down,” an agitated voice sounds from somewhere beneath him- Luffy’s shoulders disappearing as Zoro tries to pull him from the rail.
“Wait, wait- listen,” he insists, squeezing his head between the bars. “Jinbe has a friend on the island and-” it pops through, holding him in place as Zoro keeps trying to pull him off, “-and he has a restaurant- he’s gonna save a place for us one hour after sundown, so- oof-” Zoro’s hand appears to clamp a fistful of the Captain’s hair and pries him from the railing, “-so you gotta join us for dinner! Crew dinner, Captain’s orders! So-!” he doesn’t get anything else out before Zoro pops him out and yanks him down.
Eyes sliding towards Sanji’s, your lips can barely fight the smile that rises or the giggles that follow. Chuckling, Sanji playfully rolls his eyes with a scoff. But, truthfully, the invitation settles him. To know that despite the way he’s been acting- despite the way he acted at the last dinner he bothered to actually sit through- he hadn’t cut himself off so completely as to not receive the invitation. He was still crew- even if he’d been a shitty friend.
At the sound a gull circling overhead, Sanji looks up, “we’re really close,” he notes.
“Less than an hour until we meet land, I think,” you confirm.
“Less than an hour,” Sanji flashes you a smile, bringing your hand to his lips, “until our date, ma chérie,” he says with a wink and a kiss.
Heart fluttering, the butterflies begin to swarm as the reality sets in that you’re about to go on your first date.
It’s silent. Not quiet, not contemplative- but mournful as the grave with unburied regret. The air is so thick, it sticks to the lungs and leaves a bitter taste on Luffy’s tongue he can barely stand to swallow.
Curled up on the floor, glassy eyes red ringed with heavy tears not yet dried on her lashes, Nami doesn’t even move when Luffy enters. The silence spans on seemingly forever and he simply stands there feeling the stretch.
“Luffy…” she barely breaks it, “I messed up.”
Finally, Luffy speaks- but it's the Captain who responds: “I should have seen it sooner- and that’s on me.”
He takes that responsibility, places it rightfully upon his shoulders. He should have noticed something was going on- but he’d been so focused on Sanji he hadn’t seen what was right in front of him.
Slowly, Nami’s eyes find some clarity as they look up at him.
“But what you’ve done- that’s on you.”
Luffy doesn’t know exactly what happened- and he doesn’t need to. He knows enough. Sees it in the guilt that pins Nami to the floor. Sees it in the violet shade of your hand impressed across her face. Saw it in the way you clung to Zoro after leaving her here, desperately trying not to fall apart as something precious was shattered.
“Make it right, Nami.” The order is simple, but unmistakable.
Luffy turns to leave- but pauses as his hand reaches the door. Head turning back over his shoulder, “when we dock tonight,” he adds, “stay on the ship.”
With nothing more to say than that, the Strawhat Captain slips out of the silence, closing the door softly behind him.
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For the shit and giggles, believe me, those 2 love to get on each other’s nerves just for funsies.
Because of course they would
Like Zoro knows pretty damn well that in order to get Sanji’s attention, he just needs to strike a nerve. Poke the bear with a stick, as some people say
Like calling him 4th placer, curly brow, cook, etc etc etc
Sanji does it unconsciously, though
However, you being with the 2 of them made sense
At least to the rest of the crew
It was balanced. While Sanji was emotional, Zoro was rational, you were a mix of both.
Sanji loved to show his love in public. Zoro preferred to leave the romantic thing behind closed doors; you didn’t mind, but you would have some decorum, depending on who was around. And so on…
SOMEHOW, the two of them behaved better if you were in the same room, not that they STOPPED getting on each other’s nerves, because, as you understood, it was something they actually enjoyed
But they would tone it down just a little bit
HOWEVER, in private, somehow, they clicked
They were so attuned with each other, you swear it was going to be the death of you
Because of one tiny little reason
And it’s just that they really enjoyed messing with YOU
See, when it was only the three of you, YOU were the main target. It was like the moment they knew you were alone, they KNEW what to do, what to say, to have you in the palm of their hands
And WOOOORST OF ALL, in bed, it appeared that they could read each other’s minds. No need for words, only actions, and you would just succumb to them
You don’t know for how many hours you have been in this position. Lying in bed, with your head on Sanji’s lap, while Zoro was fucking you restlessly.
“Is he fucking you good, princess?” You looked into Sanji’s eyes and nodded. Nothing could really come out of you.
“Shit, she’s tighter than before.” Zoro hissed, feeling your tight cunt clench around his cock. You could feel what he referred to. You felt your clit was swollen, your insides pulsing every single time Zoro was thrusting into you.
Sanji’s hands were grabbing yours, and you were squeezing them in return, as a way to keep you anchored to this reality.
“You’re doing so good, my princess. Taking him so well…” Sanji’s thumb started to caress your hand, giving you some sort of tender attention, the complete opposite of how Zoro was filling you up.
You dared to look down, where Zoro’s cock, was coming in and out of you. You could see the ring of cum that formed at the base. You whimpered, the view making you flutter around his cock, again.
"I don't think I'm gonna last longer." You could hear Zoro's voice quiver. And Sanji knew damn well what he needed to do.
He let go of one of your hands, slowly moving it to your lower part, making you shiver in the process. He started to play with your clit, making you arch your back and moan.
"Wait, Ji." You tried to stop him, but as your hand was starting to try to move his arm away from you, you clenched harder around Zoro, completely stopping your attempts to stop Sanji from making you orgasm again.
"Fuck, keep doing that." You knew Zoro, and he wasn't talking to you. He was talking to Sanji. You saw how Sanji's index finger wiped some of the juices that were around Zoro's cock, and started to smear them on your clit, giving you more pleasure if that was even possible.
You could feel your whole body starting to get hotter. Your muscles started to tense up.
"Icangh-" You couldn't even speak properly at this point. Too overwhelmed with all the sensations you've been feeling.
"Oh really, you want us to stop then?" Zoro asked, but never really stopped the erratic pace he had been fucking you with. Knowing fully well that you are closer to your climax.
"Is that what you want, love? Because if that's what you want, then-"
"Don't stop." You interrupted Sanji before he could say something else, and before he actually stopped flicking your clit.
"She's close. I can feel her." Sanji whispered as he felt your clit pulsing in his fingertip. Your breathing started hitching as you felt your lower abdomen starting to tense up.
"You are close, princess? I believe you are. Just look at you, getting fucked so good by Zoro. I can see his cock in your abdomen. Look." You dared to move your eyes to where Sanji said, and he was right. Zoro's tip could be seen every time he was inside you in your stomach. And that was all it took for you to finally snap.
"Shhi-" you choked out while your eyes rolled at the back of your head.
"Holy fuck, tha- that's it." You could feel Zoro's cock pulsing inside you. A warm feeling filled you up, just as he was filling your insides with his cum.
Zoro and Sanji let you recompose yourself while the two of them were having a silent conversation. Slowly, Zoro started to move outside of you, making you whimper. Sanji quickly took his place. But instead of standing up, he was kneeling right in front of your pussy.
He licked his lips at the sight. Your whole was dripping. A mix of your cum with Zoro's. Your hole clenched around nothing, begging him to do something. And of course Sanji would comply. He didn't dare to leave his girl begging and waiting.
Sanji looked you directly in the eyes as he licked your hole, all the way up to your clit.
"-Ji." You choked with your own saliva. The whole situation was icky. But somehow, it turned you on even more. Sanji started to fuck your hole with his tongue, wanting to taste the mix of juices that managed to stay inside of you. You could hear him slurp and moan. The taste was so good.
"Please baby- Can you- Just cum for me." He managed to say in between slurps. He stopped sucking and the tip of his tongue started to flick your clit. Both of your hands flew to his hair, moving his head at your desired pace.
It didn't take long for you to cum one more time, this time on one of your lovers' mouths. You could feel the waves of pleasure running from your core, all over your body. But Sanji didn't stop at all.
"Fuckfuckfuck wait-" You cried out, but Sanji didn't hear you. It wasn’t until Zoro grabbed him by the hair that he stopped.
"I know she tastes good, but you are going to drive her crazy. Let her rest." Sanji looked at Zoro, then at your pussy, and finally looked at you. Your chest was moving erratically due to your heavy breathing, making your tits move more.
Sanji and Zoro looked into each other's eyes and smiled, while thinking the exact same thing. To fuck your titties. This was gonna be a loooooong night.
Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader [No use of y/n]
Summary: Beneath the sun, you and Sanji spend time reading through his beloved book and enjoy the way things were always meant to be.
CW: Fluff
Word Count: 2.2k
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Winding towards the garden on the upper deck, the soft scent of citrus and flowers unfurled in the midday sun eases the ache of your heart. When Sanji looks up at you bright and golden with more life in his eyes than you’ve seen in days, it softens completely.
“Ma chérie!” he lilts, eyes wide and bluer than the sea as they glimmer. He’s on his knees, arranging cushions atop a spread patchwork quilt, tucked between a bushel of honey touched blossoms and lush tangerine trees heavy with ripeness. Taking his book, he holds it between his hands as he gazes up at you, eager for the day you’ve promised to spend together.
The edges of his lips suddenly tighten with uncertainty, but before they can completely steal his smile away- you drop to the deck, landing soft among the cushions he’s so thoughtfully arranged. “Good afternoon, Mr. Prince,” the tips of his ears and the dimples of his cheeks begin to shade pink, deepening with the smile you offer him.
“Ah, just a moment,” he turns and reaches for a cool pitcher, condensation sliding down its curves, pouring a glass of sparkling refreshment. “For you, mademoiselle.”
“Why, thank you, Chef.” After taking a long sip, you express your approval with a ‘mmm’ and an involuntary lick of your lips that deepens his blush. Setting the glass aside, you lean into the cushions, pulling him with you. There’s some hesitance, but it quickly melts under your gentle insistence.
From your pocket, you procure a small notepad and a pen, “I thought we ought to write down what we want to ask him- just so we don’t forget.” Knowing Sanji, he’ll be so excited meeting the most renowned scholar of the All Blue, he’ll likely forget a few things- and kick himself for it later. This way, you remove that possibility.
“You’re so clever, mon amour,” he compliments with a smile that crinkles his eyes. Sanji’s heart squeezes in his chest that you’d considered it, that you’re as invested as he is. Though, he feels a bit guilty for having yet to thank Robin for setting the whole thing up, he is excited. More than that, he’s happy for the effort that’s gone into giving him something so special- even if he struggles to feel worthy of it.
Sanji’s not blind to the way he’s been treating his friends and how awfully they’ve agonized over it- over him. He vows to find a way to make it up to them, but he’s not ready to face them just yet. Isn’t really sure how. But, being here- with you, outside and unhidden, is a good start. The rowdy sounds of his raucous friends flit up to him from the lower deck, laughter and lively noise of the way the days are meant to be. Still, none come to impede upon the time the two of you have claimed and that makes it easier to relax.
“Where shall we start?” With the notepad in your lap, you curl into his side and drop your head on his shoulder, looking down at the book in his hands.
It takes a moment to respond without the threat of his heart exploding, “at the beginning,” he says definitely.
“Good choice,” the giggle lands in his hands as he opens the book to the time worn, but well loved pages. Glossy with illustrations and neatly penned script.
Sanji begins to read aloud his favorite passages, stopping to add additional context that he’s gathered through years of rumor and adventure. Lovingly, his hands turn the pages, fingers trailing the colorful pictures as if he were so near to reaching out and touching the All Blue itself.
Contently, you stay tucked into his side- now and then taking notes when Sanji points out something he’d like to ask the author about personally. Offering your own ideas and comments, which Sanji is always eager to ask you about- no matter how many times you’ve said them before.
When he flips to the next page, a photo slips from between its pages. Sanji holds it tenderly between his thumb and forefinger, quiet falling over him and softening his smile. “That one’s my favorite,” you tell him, looking down at the photograph.
In it, a little Sanji stands bright eyed with an even brighter, toothy grin. Above his head he loftily hoists a fish bigger than he is that nearly tips him off balance. Above him, Zeff laughs, looking down at Sanji with all the love a father could ever possess- discreetly supporting the weight of the massive fish from behind.
The breath Sanji draws in next rattles a little in his chest and you soothe your hand across his back. “When I left, he put this book in my bag,” he tells you. “I wasn’t even going to bring it.”
“He knew you would want it,” you offer, fingers tenderly running up through his hair.
“This photo wasn’t in it before,” Sanji’s eyes glisten. “He’d just say I wasn’t paying attention or that it was an accident or something.”
“You know it wasn’t,” you tell him simply.
Quietly, he admits, “I miss the Old Geezer.”
That was true now more than ever. When his heart has been in turmoil, when he’s felt so lost at sea- he misses the man who first ever pulled him from the squall. It strikes Sanji then, that he’s spent far too much of his life getting stranded in it. Yet, always there was someone there willing to give everything to get him out. He could spend the rest of his life trying to repay that kindness and never crack the interest.
“Hey,” touching his chin, you gently capture his focus and pull him from his torrential mind. “I can’t wait to meet him.”
Sanji’s breath catches your words and the promise of the future within them. “He’s going to love you,” he confesses, near breathless at the idea of one piece of his heart meeting the other.
Smile turning a bit bashful, you ask, “do you think so?” It had been before your time. Never having the pleasure to know Sanji’s home in anything other than the stories he shares of it. Though, the stories were countless and captivating- of the Baratie and Zeff- never had you yet the privilege to meet either.
“More than me, for sure,” he scoffs, but it’s playful and longing.
“I don’t think that could ever be true.” With everything you knew of the man? With the way Sanji speaks of him? It’s an impossibility.
“You don’t know him,” Sanji shakes his head, a laugh lingering at the edge of his voice from the fringe of memory.
“I see him,” you say softly, hand falling into Sanji’s lap and the tip of your finger tapping against the photo, “right there.”
Sanji looks at it for a moment before his eyes slide to you at his side, “yeah,” he says once more, “he’s going to love you.” There’s no hesitance then when he touches his lips to your temple, “but, not as much as I do.”
Eyes fluttering closed, you melt into his affection, eager to live in it forever. So close. So together. Trees rustling in the salty wind, sun bright and sea glistening past the horizon. Sanji’s kiss on your skin. “This is how it was always meant to be,” the thought escapes on a breathy sigh before you can catch it.
But, not before Sanji does. Cupping it in his hands and pulling it to his chest, letting it live in his heart. 'You’re right', it beats, 'this is how it was always meant to be', it echoes. And this is how he will strive to make it every day you will ever have him. “I love you,” he breathes, “je t'aime,” in both the words that you know and the ones his heart first learned, hoping you feel each of them in equal measure.
Arms sliding around his body, you hold tight to Sanji, face turning into his shoulder. “I love you,” and your heart soars just as high as the first time the words ever crossed your mind. Tilting your head up, you gaze into his eyes before tenderly touching his face- rising to place a lingering kiss on his cheek. It blushes immediately, deep as a rose in sunset. “Read me some more?”
Sanji nods, “yes, ma chérie,” he answers quickly, but doesn’t take his eyes from yours- continuing to stare down at you- open and flushed, until your own face begins to tingle with heat.
“Sanji,” you call with an embarrassed little giggle that has him tilting further into you.
“Yes, ma chérie,” immediately he acquiesces though it still doesn’t seem he’s heard anything.
Wider now, your smile brightens- and his world along with it. “Sanji, the book,” the sweet bells of your laughter ring through his bones and echo in his heart. It tips up towards the sky, airy and light when you ask, “are you even listening?”
“Yes, ma chérie.” But his face is still rosy and his eyes look at you like they couldn’t possibly see anything else in the world. There is nothing reserved in the way he peers down at you, full of complete adoration that makes your heart sing.
Playfully, you roll your eyes, but your smile widens- tucked gently in your teeth- the only thing keeping it from completely flying off your face. On the warm breeze, sweet music from Brook’s violin soars from somewhere below.
“Come here,” gently you pull him towards you- slowly enough that he can pull away if he wants. But he doesn’t. He’s liquid in your hands as you guide him down, resting his head in your lap.
Softly, your fingers touch his face, brushing back his golden hair. Every thought in his head melting away into complete contentment. He looks up at you in utter bliss, starry eyes half lidded and rosy lips parted in awe, “tu es belle,” he sighs, “you’re so beautiful.” Made even more so by the way your expression flowers for his words.
“Would you like me to read to you?” you offer.
Without question- without a single hint of hesitation, he places his beloved treasure in your hands, “yes, ma chérie,” he nearly begs for what you’ve already promised him.
“Here,” you place the notebook in his hands, “you write the questions, okay?”
“Yes, ma chérie.”
Giving him a sweet sigh and a gentle giggle, you bend to press another kiss to his forehead, before settling back. Sanji’s head rests comfortably in your lap, laid upon the pillow of your plush thigh, so soft and warm beneath him. One arm wraps around your back, the other mindlessly rubbing over your knee as he rests and listens to your angelic voice paint the vivid ocean of his dreams against the gentle canvas of song and sea.
Never in his life has he felt more peace than he did in this one moment. A moment that shows him the way things were always meant to be- always could be.
When your hand drops to his head and your fingers pet absentmindedly through his hair, his eyes close and he watches the dream dance to life behind his eyes.
Sanji doesn’t write a damn thing.
Zoro stands arms crossed in the shadow of the stair’s railing. Eyes closed and listening to the sound that finally begins to settle his fear.
Sanji laughs. In complete harmony with the lilting melody of your delight.
Suddenly, at the sound of it- he can breathe again.
For this moment, at least. He doesn’t know if it will last, but the resounding happiness that echoes on the deck above him makes him believe it can. Lets him hope- for the first time in far too long- that everything will be okay.
Sure, he knows there’s more to deal with and certainly more to come- but right now? Right here? He hears the sound of the way it was always meant to be- the way it always should be.
There is no force between Hell and Earth that could move him from this post where he stands ready to preserve it for as long as possible.
When the presence sidles up next to him with a sigh, he cracks his eye to glance over at it. Brook leans next to him against the wall, staring up towards the sound. “Well now,” he says softly, “there’s a sound much more suited to him than sorrow.”
Silently, Zoro agrees- not willing to allow his harsh voice to impede on something so delicate.
But, Brook’s voice is melodic and lends to the beauty of the moment rather than cutting through it. Bringing his violin to his chin, he let’s the instrument speak for him. A tender confession of the hope he, himself, holds for his beloved nakama. An honest, gentle tune he lets the wind carry up the deck where it mends the hearts there that have been too long alone and broken.
Once more, Zoro closes his eyes and listens, only the drum of his heart daring to join the chorus.
'Yeah', it beats with the sound of your voice, 'this is how it was always meant to be', it echoes with Sanji’s tumbling after.
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Translations:
"Tu es belle." = You are beautiful.
'From the Night Anonymous' Series [Click Here For All Parts]
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Roommate!Sanji who finds it weird that his shirts keep disappearing during the week and reappear the moment he does the laundry.
Roommate!Sanji who didn't really care until something caught his eye.
Roommate!Sanji who one night walked by your door and, through the crack, saw that you were riding your pillow while wearing one of his shirts.
He swore he could die right there and then. Because now he regrets every time he has washed his shirts without giving it a second thought. The lower part of the shirt would fall directly below your core. And even if this happened, you wouldn't stop.
Your pillow and HIS shirt were starting to get soaked in your juices. Sanji could feel himself grow harder. And without thinking too much, he took his cock out of his sweatpants. He used the precum as lube and started to stroke himself. He used the palm of his hand to muffle the moans that were threatening to come out of him.
The view was perfect. You, with your eyes closed, one hand grabbing the front part of the pillow, while the other one was grabbing the back, as if you were stretching the pillow so you could ride it better.
And that's when Sanji started to wonder what it would feel like if you were riding his cock. He would let you ride him whenever you wanted, wherever you wanted. Involuntarily, he squeezed his hand around his shaft, making himself whimper. He swore it was loud enough for you to stop… But you didn't.
And he swore you actually started to move faster. Maybe you were too deep in pleasure that you didn't even hear him. As you started to pick up the pace, Sanji did the same, matching the pace that your hips made as they swayed. Moving his hand up and down.
Your breathing started to become heavier. You were soooo close… Your hips started to move erratically, signaling that in any moment you were going to cum. Sanji just imagined the way you would look down at him and look him directly in the eyes as you were cumming.
That's all he needed to finally snap. Thick ropes of hot cum came out from the tip of his cock. He swore that was one of the strongest orgasms he had ever had.
