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Gojo Satoru, The Country Star, Makes You Swoon in "Backseat Serenade"!

"Well, well...look who snuck backstage and decided to come crawlin' back to her favorite country boy. Guess city life wasn't as pretty as me, was it, darlin'?"

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse AU; Second Chance Romance; Unplanned Pregnancy; Famous Ex/Baby Daddy!Gojo x Baby Mama!Reader; Old College Romance; Exes to Lovers; MILF!Reader; Public Sex; Outdoor Sex; Pussy Eating; Gojo is a Munch; Tour Bus Sex; Mating Press; Riding; Tongue Piercing; Dick Piercing; Deepthroat; Breeding Kink; Creampie; Switchy!Gojo x Switchy!Reader

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Choso Kamo, The Farm Boy, Ruins The Friendship in "Good With His Hands"!

"I've always stayed your friend 'cause you're at the top of the social latter and me? I'm just the farm boy...but now that you're here, there ain't nothin' stoppin' me from tellin' you how I feel."

Warnings: TBA

CUMMING SOON!

Nanami Kento, The Rancher, Tastes Your Goodies in "A Sweet Lil' Temptation"!

"I know I shouldn't feel these things for you. This primal need...but God, angel...you just entice me. Your heavenly cookin' don't make it no better for a man like me."

Warnings: TBA

CUMMING SOON!

Geto Suguru, The Outlaw, Steals Your Heart in "A Love Outlawed"!

"You ain't a bad lil' rider, partner. Maybe you can teach me some of your tricks sometime? Can't have ya outdoin' the best at his game."

Warnings: TBA

CUMMING SOON!

Sukuna Ryomen, The Gangster, Shows You One Hell of a Time in "In the Arms of Sin"!

"You think you can just come here, interrupt my beauty sleep, and order ME around? Nah, angel; ya ain't gettin' whatcha want 'round here till ya give me a reason to give it to ya."

Warnings: TBA

CUMMING SOON!

Shiu Kong, The Pimp, Wines n Dines You in "A Price For Paradise"!

"You've got the beauty. The brains. The lifestyle. You're the pinnacle of a Southern belle, my dear...and yet here you are, splittin' those legs for a dirty man like me."

Warnings: TBA

CUMMING SOON!

Toji Fushiguro, The Bull Rider, Takes You For a Ride in "Buckle Up, Bunny"!

"Playin' pool and shootin' the shit with the likes me, eh? Ya got a thang for bull riders, lil' darlin'? What ever will your poor auntie think?"

Warnings: TBA

CUMMING SOON!

Higuruma Hiromi, The Sheriff, Teases n Disciplines You in "Teachin' The Bratty Belle"!

"I should keep your ass here till you've learned your lesson, but I've got somethin' better for ya. Somethin' a gal like you might enjoy."

Warnings: TBA

CUMMING SOON!

You weren’t there in a hidden way,

Just… in your own space?

There were people around you, but not close enough to intrude. A small pocket of quiet in the middle of everything else. You sat beside Shoko, angled slightly toward her, your attention fixed entirely on whatever she was saying.

You weren’t trying to be interesting.

That was the first thing he noticed.

No exaggerated reactions, no careful awareness of who might be watching, no subtle adjustments meant to draw attention. You just stayed in your space.

Your hands were wrapped around a cup, fingers absently tracing the rim. Your posture was smaller than it needed to be, shoulders drawn in slightly, like you were used to taking up less space without thinking about it.

And your face—

Sukuna’s gaze lingered there a second longer.

Pretty.

Not in the way that demanded a reaction,or in the way that made people look and know immediately.

But in a way that settled in quietly.

The kind people noticed after a moment,then couldn’t quite stop noticing.

You were laughing at something that shoko said, just naturally not in a practiced way.

Sukuna didn’t realize he had slowed until someone bumped into his shoulder.

“Watch it,” they muttered, already moving past.

He barely registered it.

Because he was still looking at you.

Not with hunger just yet,something else which was sharper in a way that had him drawn to you,it was new.

“Don’t,” Shoko’s voice cut in, suddenly closer than he expected.

He hadn’t noticed her approach.

Sukuna shifted his gaze to her, one brow lifting slightly in question.

“I didn’t say anything,” he replied.

“You don’t have to.” She said with a humourless serious expression.

Sukuna glanced back at you, still sitting exactly where you had been, still unaware of the way his attention had fixed on you.

A slow, almost lazy smile pulled at his mouth.Interested.

“Yeah?” he murmured.

Shoko didn’t respond.

Because the look in his eyes had already answered her.

Across the courtyard, you shifted slightly in your seat, adjusting your grip on your cup, completely unaware of the way something had just… begun.

And sukuna didn’t look away for once.

Then it started , not even intentional, at first.

Just a thought that lingered a second longer than it should have.

Sukuna didn’t usually do repetition.

That was one of the few unspoken rules he followed without thinking about it. Faces changed, places blurred, nights overlapped into something indistinct. Nothing held his attention long enough to become routine.

And yet,

Three days after he saw you first time,

He noticed you again.

You were sitting in the same lecture hall as him.

You were already there when he walked in, head slightly tilted down, pen moving steadily across your notebook, in your own space. People were still settling, chairs scraping, conversations overlapping, but none of it seemed to touch you.

You didn’t look up when he entered,didn’t notice him,till he walked up to your seat and took a seat next to you.

Your hand stilled mid-sentence, your gaze lifting just enough to register him in your periphery before turning fully.

“…Hi,” you said,quietly.

He leaned back slightly in his seat, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, like this was the most natural decision he could have made.

“You always this early?” he asked.

You blinked.

“I like being on time”

“That’s boring.”

Your brows pulled together just slightly. “It’s practical.”

He huffed out a short breath that almost resembled a laugh.

“You actually care about this stuff?”

“I have to pass.”

“People pass without caring.”

You looked at him for a second longer this time, like you were trying to figure out if he was being serious.

“Then they’re lucky”, is all you said before turning to your notes.

And just like that,

You dismissed him.

Just… naturally.

__

It should’ve ended there,as a brief interruption. A passing interaction. Forgettable.

That’s always how it was with him.

People entered, overlapped for a while, and then dissolved into the blur of everything else.

But this—

This didn’t dissolve.

After that day, it was like Sukuna had quietly, deliberately woven himself into the fabric of your routine.

Not in a way that could be pointed out and named.

Just… consistently.

You’d step out of class and find him leaning against the wall across the hallway, phone in hand, looking up just as you walked past like he’d been there longer than necessary.

The next day, he’d fall into step beside you without asking, matching your pace like it was instinct rather than choice.

In the library, the chair across from you stopped being empty.

Then it stopped being surprising.You didn’t notice when it shifted.Not exactly.

There wasn’t a moment you could trace back to and say this is where it changed.

It happened somewhere between shared silences and small conversations, between him interrupting your focus and you no longer minding it.

Somewhere between—

“…you always write this much?” he asked once, glancing at your notebook, pages filled edge to edge.

“I have small handwriting,” you muttered, not looking up.

“That’s not small, that’s obsessive.”

“It’s efficient.”

He leaned closer, just enough to scan a line.

“You even organize your notes. Colors and everything.”

“It helps me remember.”

“Or you just like things neat.”

“…What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” he said, straightening slightly. “Just means you’re predictable.”

That made you pause.

Your pen hovered mid-air before you finally looked at him.

“I’m not predictable.”

He smirked, slow and knowing.

“You sit in the same seat every class.”

“That’s habit.”

“You order the same coffee.”

“That’s preference.”

“You reread your notes twice before closing your book.”

“…That’s called studying.”

His smirk deepened, like he’d proven something.

You frowned at him, but there was no real irritation behind it.

“Why are you even paying attention to all that?”

There it was.The question.

Unassuming.

But it landed somewhere deeper than it should have.

Sukuna held your gaze for a second too long.

And just said……”nothing better to do.”

You didn’t question it.

You should have.

But you didn’t

__

You found yourself smiling more when he was around, even when you didn’t mean to.

Laughing at things you probably wouldn’t have found funny before.

Saying things without overthinking them first, words slipping out before you could measure them, filter them, decide if they were worth saying at all.

And he noticed.

Of course he did.

He noticed everything about you in a way no one else ever had.

The way your voice softened when you got comfortable mid-conversation.

The way you looked at him when you were trying to understand something he said, brows slightly drawn together, completely focused.

The way you forgot yourself sometimes,

And just… existed.

“Say that again,” he said one afternoon, leaning back in his chair.

You looked up from your notes. “What?”

“What you just said.”

“I didn’t say anything important.”

“You laughed.”

Your lips pressed together immediately, like you were trying to take it back.

“I always laugh.”

“Not like that.”

You frowned. “Like what?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Just watched you.

Then, quieter—

“Like you forgot to hold it in.”

Something warm crept up your neck before you could stop it.

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“It does.”

You shook your head quickly, looking away.

“It doesn’t “

But your smile lingered.

After that, it stopped feeling like effort.

You were just… there. In the hallway, in the library, somewhere on campus where he didn’t have to look too hard. It became routine without ever being named as one. Your presence slipped into his days quietly, until it no longer felt like something he chose, but something that simply existed.

___

There was a part that unsettled him.

Not you.

Not the closeness.

But the way it lingered even when you weren’t there.

The way his attention didn’t shift as easily as it used to. The way moments with you stayed sharper than everything else, clearer, harder to blur into nothing like he was used to.

It didn’t fit into anything he understood.

So he refused to understand it.

Pushed it down. Flattened it into something simpler, something familiar, something he could control.

It didn’t matter to Sukuna.

Not when he had a goal in mind.

__

The party had already tipped past control by the time Sukuna started paying attention to anything.

___

Music thudded through the walls, heavy bass rattling the staircase, bodies packed shoulder to shoulder like the house was built to hold less than half of them. Someone had spilled something sticky near the kitchen, people stepped through it anyway. Laughter rose in bursts, cut through by shouting, by someone calling for another round that no one needed.

Upstairs, the balcony overlooked all of it.

And Sukuna stood there like he owned it.

One arm hooked lazily over the railing, a drink in his hand he hadn’t finished, half-listening to Gojo talking absolute nonsense beside him while a couple of girls hovered a little too close.

“—I’m telling you,” Gojo was saying, grinning like he always did, “if you had just listened to me—”

“I didn’t,” Sukuna cut in flatly, not even looking at him.

Gojo snorted. “Yeah, obviously.”

From the other side, Toji leaned back against the wall, watching the crowd below with the kind of disinterest that only meant he was noticing everything.

“Boring night,” he muttered.

Sukuna almost agreed.Almost.

Then his gaze shifted.

And stopped.

You.

It clicked instantly this time.

Not gradually or subtly.

Immediate.

The dress.

Tight enough to matter.

Soft enough to look like it wasn’t meant for a place like this.

Shorter than anything he’d seen you in before,way shorter,and it showed in the way you carried yourself. Not confident, not practiced. You kept adjusting it without thinking, fingers brushing the hem, shoulders pulling in just slightly like you were still figuring out how to exist in it.

Like you hadn’t worn it for this.

Like you didn’t know what it did.

Sukuna’s smirk came easy.

Slow and certain.

“Well, that’s new,” Gojo said suddenly, following his line of sight. “Didn’t know your type came to parties.”

Sukuna didn’t answer.Didn’t need to.

Toji huffed quietly. “She looks like she’s gonna leave in ten minutes.”

“Not tonight,” Sukuna said, already pushing off the railing.

That was all.

Decision made.

Downstairs, the air hit warmer, heavier, the noise louder the second he stepped back into it. People moved out of his way without thinking, someone called his name, someone grabbed his arm,he shrugged it off without breaking stride.

His focus didn’t shift.

You didn’t see him until he was already there.

Close enough that the space around you felt… different.

You turned,

And your expression changed the second you recognized him.

That softness again with that ease.

Sukuna stopped in front of you, gaze dropping immediately.Slow.

“…You’re full of surprises.”

Your fingers brushed your dress again, instinctively.

“I just-tried something different.”

“Yeah,” he said, voice low, amused, “figured.”

You hesitated under his gaze, but you didn’t shrink. Didn’t step back.

You stayed exactly where you were.

“Shoko make you wear that?” he asked.

Your brows pulled together slightly. “No.”

“Then what?decided to switch it up?”

“…Something like that.”

He leaned a little closer.

Not enough to trap you.

Just enough.

“Looks better on you than the whole quiet act.”

That caught you off guard.

Your lips parted slightly. “I’m not—”

“You are,” he cut in, not harsh, just certain. “Just don’t notice it.”

Heat crept up your neck.

But you didn’t argue.

Didn’t deflect.

You just looked at him.

“…Do you think it’s too much?” you asked, quieter now, almost like you weren’t sure why you were asking him at all.

Sukuna’s eyes flickered,just for a second.Then his smirk deepened.

“Nah,” he said, taking the cup from your hand like it was his to take, fingers brushing yours without pause. “Think you’re just not used to people looking.”

Your breath caught.

“People aren’t—”

“They are.”

You didn’t finish your sentence or look around to check.You just… believed him.

He set your drink aside without asking.

Your hand stayed suspended in the air for a second before dropping.

“Relax,” he added, quieter now, eyes still on you. “You look like you’re trying not to.”

“I’m not,” you said, but it came out softer than you meant.

He huffed a quiet laugh.

“Yeah, you are.”

There was a pause.

Not empty.

Just… close.

And then

His hand found your wrist.

His grip was not rough but firm.

“Come on.”

This time, you didn’t ask where but you knew because you felt it in the way he said it.In the way he was looking at you.

In the way the space between you had already changed.

Your fingers tightened slightly before you let him pull you forward.

You didn't resist it,just went along with it.

Upstairs, the music dulled into something distant, the noise fading behind you with every step. The hallway stretched quieter, dimly lit, the air cooler,but it didn’t settle anything.

If anything, it made everything clearer.You were aware now of where you were going,of what this was.Your steps slowed for half a second not to stop but just enough to take it in.

Sukuna noticed.

He glanced back at you, something sharper in his gaze now,not questioning, not checking but registering.

You didn’t pull your hand away or step back.

You met his eyes for a second and they didn’t look uncertain which was all he needed.

Inside his room, the door shut behind you with a quiet click.

The sound landed heavier than it should have.

The shift was immediate.

No noise. No distractions.

Just the two of you,and everything that had been building.

You exhaled softly, your hand brushing down the side of your dress again, smoothing it without thinking.

But this time,you didn’t look away.

Sukuna stepped closer.Slow and measured.

His hand came up to your waist again, firmer this time, pulling you in until there wasn’t space left to hesitate in. The fabric of your dress shifted under his grip, your breath catching as your hands came up to him,not unsure now, just… instinctive.

There was no teasing left or any need for it.

His hand moved higher, slower now, like he was taking his time for once,not out of care, but because he could. Because you weren’t pulling away. Because you were right there, letting him.

Your grip tightened in his shirt.Your breath unsteady.

And when he leaned in, his lips on yours, melting.

you didn’t hesitate.

Everything after that blurred into heat and closeness.The kind that built fast once it started.

Your back meeting the wall for a second, then the bed, the space shifting under you as the dress you’d been so aware of earlier became something in the way more than anything else.

Fabric pulled, pushed aside, slipping out of place under impatient hands.

His skin on yours.

Your breathing broke first.

Then steadied into something else entirely.

Sukuna didn’t slow down or stop to think.

Didn’t question the way this felt slightly different from everything else because to him—

it wasn’t.

It was exactly what he’d expected.

Exactly what he’d decided.

And he moved through it like he always did, like it would end the same way it always did.

___

The Morning came.

The room didn’t feel like the night before.

What had been loud and close and overwhelming was now still, the air cooler, thinner somehow. Light slipped in through the curtains in soft lines, cutting across the bed, across the floor, across you.

For a moment, nothing moved.

Sukuna was already awake.

Not fully out of bed, not rushing, just… there. Sitting at the edge, leaning forward slightly, phone in hand, scrolling without really looking.

Like he’d already stepped out of whatever last night had been.

You stirred behind him slowly.

The shift in the sheets, the quiet sound of movement,

He noticed. But he didn’t turn immediately.

“…You’re up early,” you said, voice softer than usual, still carrying the weight of sleep.

He hummed, noncommittal.

“Yeah.”

You pushed yourself up slightly, the sheets gathering around you, your eyes adjusting to the light, to the room, to him.

“Are you leaving?” you asked after a pause.

Not accusing....Just unsure.

Sukuna glanced back then, brief, almost distracted.

“Got stuff.”

That was it,you nodded like that made sense.

Like you weren’t expecting anything more.

The silence stretched for a moment after that.

He stood, pulling his shirt on without much thought, movements easy, familiar, like this was routine.

You watched him quietly, trying to take him in.

Trying to understand something you couldn’t quite name yet.

“You have class today?” you asked, quieter now.

“Maybe.”

A small pause.

Then—

“…I do.”

He didn’t respond to that or ask when and where. Perhaps, that was the first shift

So small it could’ve been ignored.

But it stayed.

By the time he left, it felt like the room had changed again.

Not empty.

Just… different.

You stayed a little longer.

Not because you had to.

Because leaving felt like acknowledging something you weren’t ready to name yet.

___

On campus, everything moved like it always did.

Classes filled. Conversations overlapped. People passed by without looking twice.

Nothing had changed.

Except what had.

You noticed it first in the lecture hall ,the seat beside yours, empty.

You told yourself it didn’t mean anything,he didn’t always come early or come at all.

Still—

You found yourself glancing at the door.

Once...Then again.

He came in late.Of course he did like always.

But this time,he didn’t sit beside you.He took a seat further back.Didn’t look your way or acknowledge you.

Your fingers tightened slightly around your pen.

You told yourself—

It didn’t mean anything.

It kept happening.

In the hallway, you’d catch a glimpse of him,surrounded, laughing, moving through people the way he always did.

Effortless.

But not with you.

In the library, the chair across from you stayed empty.

Days passed like that.

And slowly,

That quiet, unspoken shift turned into something harder to ignore.

Because he wasn’t gone, he was just not there with you anymore

And Sukuna—

Sukuna didn’t think about it.

Not really.

Not when he was drinking again, laughter loud, someone pressed close to his side.

Not when the nights blurred back into something easy, familiar, forgettable.

It was back to normal.Exactly how it should be.

And yet—

There were moments.

Small ones.

A pause in the middle of a conversation when something didn’t feel as interesting as it should.

A glance toward a space before realizing why he was looking.

A flicker of recognition that didn’t settle into anything he could name.

It didn’t make sense or matter.So he ignored it.

Because whatever that was,it wasn’t enough to mean anything...just yet.

___

At first, it was easy to explain.

He didn’t sit beside you in class-fine. He was never consistent.He didn’t come to the library-fine. He never liked it anyway.He didn’t walk with you after lectures-fine.

It was all fine.

You told yourself that enough times that it almost sounded true.

But the problem was that it didn't feel the same.

Once, you caught his eye in the hallway.Just for a second.

And something in your chest lifted before you could stop it—

But he didn’t slow.

Didn’t stop.

Didn’t even acknowledge it.

Like it hadn’t happened.

That stayed longer than it should have.

You started leaving the library earlier.

Stopped sitting in the same place sometimes.

Changed your routes between classes without thinking too much about why.

It didn’t help. Because it wasn't about the place to begin with.

Shoko noticed but she didn't say much.

Just watched you a little more carefully, her expression tightening every time Sukuna’s name came up around you,even when it wasn’t directed at you.

___

And then—

there was another party,one you almost didn’t go,but staying in felt worse.So you did.

The music hit the second you stepped inside, loud and overwhelming, the same chaos as before,but this time, it didn’t feel unfamiliar.

It felt...distant.

You spotted him quickly.You always did.

He was cross the room.Surrounded.

A girl leaned into him, laughing at something he said, her hand resting too comfortably against his chest. Another stood close enough that their shoulders brushed every time he moved.

He didn’t push them away or look uncomfortable.

Didn’t look like anything had changed.

He looked exactly the same.

Your chest tightened, something sharp and quiet settling in your throat, making it hard to breathe properly.

You stood there longer than you should have.

Watching.

Waiting for something.

A glance,anything at all,but nothing came.

before you could stop yourself,you moved.

The crowd blurred as you pushed through it, your steps faster than you meant them to be, your thoughts louder than the music around you.

He noticed you before you reached him, ofcourse.

His eyes flicked to you briefly.Then stayed.The girl beside him said something.

He didn’t respond immediately.

Because now,you were standing in front of him.

Too close.Too exposed.

“What are you doing?” you asked.Your voice was quiet.

But it didn’t shake.

Not yet.

His brows lifted slightly.Not confused.Just… mildly surprised.

“What does it look like?”

You swallowed.

“That’s not what I meant.”

A pause.

The noise around you felt distant now.

Like everything had pulled back just enough to leave the two of you standing there.

“Then what did you mean?” he asked, tone lazy, almost bored.

You hesitated.

For the first time since you’d walked up to him.

“I mean—” you started, then stopped, trying to find the right words. “You’ve been… avoiding me.”

The word sat there.Between you.

He exhaled slowly, like the conversation had already tired him.

“I’ve been busy.”

“That’s not true.”

That slipped out before you could stop it.

Something in his expression shifted.Not much but just enough.

You pushed forward anyway.

Because now you couldn’t stop.

“You were there,” you said, quieter now, but more certain. “Before. You used to—”

You cut yourself off.

Used to what?

He watched you struggle to finish the sentence.

And something about that,

made his mouth curve.

“Used to what?” he prompted.

Your chest tightened.

“I just thought—”

You stopped again.

Because you didn’t know how to say it.

And he knew that.

He stepped closer.

Not gently.

Not harshly.

Just enough to take control of the space again.

“You didn’t let it get to your head, did you?”

The words landed softly.

Too softly.

You blinked.

“What?”

His expression didn’t change.

Still that same, easy, almost amused look.

“That night,” he said, like it meant nothing. “You’re not still thinking about that, right?”

Your stomach dropped.

“I—no, I just—”

“Good.”

He cut you off before you could finish.

Because then,

he leaned in slightly.

Just enough that only you could hear it.

“You’re not all that.”

It wasn’t loud.Wasn’t harsh.Wasn’t even said with anger.

Just,dismissive.

Like he was correcting something small.

Like you had misunderstood your place.

And that-

....that hurt more.

Your expression didn’t break immediately.

That was the worst part.

It happened slowly.

The way your eyes lost something first.

Then the way your lips parted, like you were about to say something,and couldn’t.

The way the words just… stopped.

Sukuna saw it.Saw exactly what he’d done.

And for a second,

something unfamiliar flickered in his chest.

Sharp and Uncomfortable, but he ignored it.

Because this,

this was how it was supposed to go.

You nodded,looking small.

“…Okay.”

Your voice was quiet.

Flat.

And then,you stepped back.

Not rushing or running but just leaving.

And this time,he watched you go.

Not because he wanted to...but because he couldn’t look away.

This is what he always did, what he always wanted, what was normal to him,

So what was this feeling creeping up in his chest as he watched you leave?

note: I don’t know if this turned out how i wanted , please let me know if you like it, then I’ll continue with the next parts, after this i NEED to post some fluffy sukuna drabble soon AGHH.

pervy!choso who awkwardly positions himself on parts of the apartment you share just to properly satisfy himself. What exactly does this entail? Oh, y’know, him sitting the wrong way on a chair you sat in for twenty minutes, grinding his bare cock against the smooth wood and soon letting his cum paint out across your seat!

pervy!choso who accidentally came mid-conversation with you.

You were yapping about some show he agreed to watch with you and you thought you were going crazy when you noticed how much his hips were moving under the not-so-thick blanket he buried himself beneath, but… then he was grunting. And then his face was made up. And his ears had got red. And he could barely make eye contact with you.

Moments later and he excused himself off to the bathroom, tugging his pants down and scoffing at the way his seed has plastered itself all throughout his boxers just from listening to you talk.

pervy!choso who knew he had a real problem after that. It was one thing to jerk off to you rather often, but to not even be able to have a conversation-, no, to not even be able to listen to you was insane!

pervy!choso who comes to vent to you about it one night—confessing and apologizing about all his habits with the biggest pout on his face. Telling you how he, “can’t control it” sometimes, and that he might be “a bit” infatuated with you.

pervy!choso who’s heart skips a beat when you reveal you’re no better than he is! You pulled out a dildo of yours that… weirdly resembled his cock?

pervy!choso was left to bat his lashes in disbelief. There’s no way you, his sweet sweet roommate was just as much of a perv as he was—if not worse?!

The dildo you’d shown to him not only resembled his cock, but captured the very essence of it down to the slimmest vein trickling down near his balls.

What the fuck.

pervy!choso who starts drooling uncontrollably when you go on to explain to him that you’ve been using the pillows he sleeps on to get off for months now. You told him that you’d made sure the pillows and their cases were washed before his head ever hit them again but, fairly enough, he didn’t give a shit about that.

Hell, he wishes you’d left the evidence of your acts all over his stuff—just to he could rub his face into it later and get a proper smell of you while he humped his cock against his sheets.

pervy!choso who realizes he’s drooling from more than one place halfway through your perverted confessions, his body unconsciously inching closer and closer to you until you’re both practically sharing breaths and every word of sin that’s exiting your lips is being caressed right into his greedy ones.

pervy!choso who, rightfully, cums a good minute ‘n a half into the first kiss you two share. His hands could barely explore your body without shaking and the sounds that left his throat were just nasty. Someone would’ve thought the two of you were fucking already!

pervy!choso who gets shy when you push him down and tell him to show you his cock—what if you don’t like it? What if this is the part where you regain your moral senses and admit that you’re both horrible people who’ve done disgusting things in thought of the other?

pervy!choso who is pleasantly surprised when you get impatient and tug his dick out for yourself, his lashes fluttering whilst his lips quiver open to say something to you. He wanted to warn you about how much he cums, but your hand was already curling around his cream-smothered cock.

pervy!choso who thinks he dies when he first feels your mouth on him, your tongue darting out to taste the mess he’s made of himself, and your eyes almost appreciatively set up on his.

pervy!choso who can’t even move because of how good your lips feel wrapped around his cock. He wants to burry his fingers in your hair, push your pretty head down, fuck himself up into your throat, and more but… he can’t move for some reason.

pervy!choso who chokes when his wide tip knocks into the deepest nook of your mouth, hearing a loud sluuuurp! before he’s gasping and suddenly—you’re not in between his legs anymore..?

Oh.

That’s right. It was just another one of his daydreams.

None of that actually happened, he never confessed his acts of filth to you and you never said anything about you being just as much of a perv.

No, in reality, he’s been staring at you like a true weirdo for the past few minutes—unintentionally making weird ass noises here ‘n there because of how wrapped up in his fantasy he was.

Then you make eye contact with him all of a sudden, popping your lips off of a bright red popsicle and tilting your head, “Did you want some?”

“Huh?” He gapes.

You gesture the popsicle his way and smile all innocently, “You’re drooling and you’ve been watching me eat this for like five minutes now.”

“Y-Yeah.”

You scoff, “Yeah, what? Yeah, you want a taste? Or, yeah, you’re admitting to staring at me?”

“Both,” Then he leans forward and lightly takes your wrist into his hand, holding eye contact with you as his mouth parts. Tongue rolling out all wet with drool, “Feed it t’me, please?”

He hardly has a moment to react before you’re gliding the popsicle in between his lips, watching how his tongue eagerly laps at every inch of it before he sucks on it firmly.

…Then he accidentally moans.

Your brows shoot up and he pulls his mouth off the popsicle. Chuckling at him, “Did you just-“

“Sorry, mommy.”

“What?” You choke.

“What?”

Choso wishes this was a dream too but, based on the way you’re staring at him right now…

Yeahhhh, he might be fucked!

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"One bed is one thing, but only one pillow and one blanket?" You sighed in frustration.

Sanji didn’t seem to be having any problem regarding that matter. He was giddy, you could feel his ecstatic energy as you walked around the room, in hopes of finding a solution you knew wasn’t there. 

“This is the most inconvenient situation we could ever be in!” He claimed with a giant, dopey smile on his face. 

You snorted, trying not to laugh. 

“I can sleep on the floor, if it truly bothers you.” Sanji added after a beat of your silence. 

“That sounds swell!” You grinned mischievously when he visibly deflated, shoulders drooping as he let out a disappointed sigh. “Don’t be ridiculous, no one needs to sleep on the floor, especially if there’s only one blanket.”

“You’re truly an angel!” 

Despite the situation, his smile seemed genuine, and your heart skipped a beat. 

“I’m taking a shower.” You needed to take a step away from the current event that was unfolding, and ignoring whatever lascivious comment Sanji threw your way, you made a beeline for the bathroom. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to share a bed with him. Your contradicting feelings regarding the situation were the actual problem. 

Being paired with the handsome pervert that was Sanji was a complete coincidence. Nami had the pleasure of pairing up the entire crew, and luck made you and Sanji have a grocery shopping date for the rest of the day. He was pleased to be graced with your presence, and made it explicit every time he opened his mouth to talk to you. 

Bless your extremely good luck that paired you up with Sanji for also granting you a heavy storm that broke out just when you were about to go back to the Thousand Sunny. 

You sighed as you washed your face, breathing in and out to calm your nerves. Everything was crystal clear, Sanji wasn’t the one confusing you. Your feelings were to blame, they were completely mixed up in your mind. He acted like that with every beautiful woman he encountered, and you weren’t any different. He did make you feel wanted, but it wasn’t real. You had to remind yourself of that. 

You liked the attention. You weren’t attracted to him at all. 

You repeated that in your mind like a mantra.

Sanji eyed you up and down in the most conspicuous way possible when you stepped out. At least the place you were staying at had good soft robes. 

“How was the shower? Nice and warm?”

“Just go shower!” You replied, exasperated. 

You wanted to get this night over with quickly. Maybe you could retain your mental stability once it was over. 

You laid on the queen size bed once he occupied the bathroom, considering sleeping with just the robe on; it’s not like you had any other option, you didn’t want to dirty your clothes even more. Staring at the ceiling, you tried to calm your nerves. You played with your hair, stared at your nails, bit your lips, listened to the strong wind whistling outside along with the steady tip-tap of the rain. You even briefly wondered what he was thinking; did he expect something from you tonight? It’s not like you gave him any indication that you even find him cute. He was a pervert, maybe he expected a peek. Would he try something? Would he touch you ‘accidentally’?

What was taking him so long?

“Ready to do this, gorgeous?” Sanji asked with a wide smile as he stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a similar robe. 

“To sleep? Yes.” You countered, watching him as he undid his robe, which made you gasp. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m taking off the robe.” He replied flatly, looking at you curiously. “Are you sleeping with it on?”

“Y-Yes!” You wrapped your arms around yourself as blood flowed rapidly to your face. You got a peek of Sanji’s clearly defined abs, along with his heart-themed boxers. Your abdomen tightened in a knot in consequence. 

Damn it, this was pathetic on your part when he was the pervert.  

“Oh.” He pouted, straightening out the robe once again. 

You steadied your breathing as he got into bed right beside you. 

“Do you want the pillow for yourself?” Sanji asked you. He seemed genuinely concerned, with no undertone of lecherousness. 

“We can share-”

“I know you’d be more comfortable with it.” He smiled warmly, handing you the one pillow with the silk pillowcase. “I sleep better without one anyway.”

He was clearly lying, but you let it slide. 

“Thank you.” You looked at him with a glare as he scooted closer. “Sanji, there’s a neutral zone between us, if you cross it, I’ll consider it a direct attack.”

“A direct attack? What does that mean?” He asked with little hearts in his eyes, clearly misinterpreting your words.

“It means I’m throwing you out the window.”

“Fine.” He sighed, scooting a little farther apart.

You tried not to laugh at his reaction. Placing the pillow underneath your head, you settled as comfortably as you could, covering your legs and feet with the blanket before turning to the side. 

“Goodnight.”

You paid attention to the way the bed shifted. You heard Sanji sigh very quietly; the only reason you even heard it was because he was so close to you. The mattress shifted underneath you again, you knew he had laid down as well. 

“Goodnight, darling.”

When he turned off the light of the nightstand, the warmth coming from him gained your complete attention, and you took a few deep breaths before attempting to sleep, despite your own temperature starting to rise. 

Very hard to doze off when anything and everything startled you. It was difficult enough that you could feel his body behind you, even if he wasn’t touching you at all. You just were incredibly aware of how close he was. 

The sound of the storm outside was bothering you as well. 

You tried to find the peace that was required to sleep, but any slight movement was enough for your mind to drift off. You felt Sanji move, turning as he tried to sleep. Were you bothersome for him? Was your own body heat bothering him? You even heard him sigh a few times until it was completely quiet, except for the occasional rumbling of a strong wind outside.

After a while, you turned around, facing the ceiling. You turned your head to look at Sanji; he had also turned his back to you, and it was your turn to pout. He was too distracting even when you couldn’t even see him. His hair was pretty, though, and you satisfied yourself with that. 

The lighting brightened the room occasionally, making you gasp the one time a roaring thunder happened alongside it. 

“Can’t sleep?” 

Sanji’s soft voice made you jolt, and you looked for him in the dark. You didn’t notice when he turned to face you, but he was gazing at you so intensely, his one visible eye gleaming, it made you nervous. 

“Yeah… Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” 

“I wasn’t asleep, no need to apologize.” Sanji smiled, sitting up against the headboard before turning on the light by the bedside. 

You watched him look for a cigarette by the nightstand before lighting it up and taking a firm puff. Smoke filled the air when he breathed it out. You hated, sometimes, that he was so attractive when he smoked. 

“Smoking is bad for you.” You commented flatly. 

A stupid, completely idiotic thing to comment on; Sanji had smoked since before you even met him. There hasn’t been one moment when he even considered not smoking. However, you couldn’t help yourself. 

He laughed quietly, gazing at you with a fond eye that made you melt. 

You didn’t know what prompted you to do what you were about to do, but you didn’t question it. You reached for the cigarette, taking it from his lips and bringing it to your own. Sanji looked at you, completely wide-eyed, as you took a deep breath of the smoke into your mouth.

You didn’t exactly know how to smoke, it was inevitable you’d start coughing. 

“This is awful!” You said, trying to catch your breath. 

Sanji laughed nervously when you handed him his cigarette back. You eyed him curiously while recovering from the dumbassery you just pulled, and saw him wipe the blood suddenly dripping from his nose with his robe. 

It was your turn to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, visibly nervous. 

“Nothing. Pervert.” Your tone had no malice, only playfulness. 

“You’re the one who took my cigarette,” Sanji replied, agitated by what just happened. “Nonetheless, I’m blessed now that this has touched your lips.”

It was your turn to feel blood rapidly flowing towards your cheeks. You started to feel a little weak in the knees, and luckily you were laying down, because the need to reach out and touch him was there. 

Your gaze remained on Sanji as he took a deep drag on his cigarette. It was possibly the hottest you ever felt. You had never done something like that, but you understood why he got a nosebleed when you saw him wrapped his lips around the foot, the same place where your own lips had been.

As you considered maybe taking a risk within these four walls, he turned to look at you with a fondness in his eyes you had rarely seen. He usually reserved those for Nami (or so you thought).

“What?” You asked with a timid smile. 

“You’re beautiful.” Sanji said, breathlessly. 

Taken aback and embarrassed, you were momentarily reminded that he was like that with every gorgeous woman. 

It wasn’t real. 

“I’m sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?” He asked, noticing the change in your expression.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“Do what, love?” Sanji asked, looking at you with concern as he noticed your trepidation.

“You know… Flirting, complimenting me.”

“I should always tell you how beautiful you are.” He replied with a chuckle. 

“It’s just…”

“If it truly bothers you, I’ll tone it do-”

“I don’t think it’s true.”

There was a moment of silence, except for an unusually loud thunder that broke the atmosphere. 

Sanji stared at you with a frown, and you were nervous about what he was going to say. You weren’t fishing for compliments or validation. You simply didn’t feel like your appearance was deserving of all the things he said (especially when Nami and Robin were far more beautiful), in addition to the fact that you didn’t believe most of the words that came out of his mouth. 

“You don’t think you’re beautiful?” His face showed sincere uneasiness. You only eyed him briefly in response. “I fear I don't actually say it enough then.”

“Don’t be silly.” You scoffed, amused. “It’s fine, I appreciate your words but-”

Sanji exhaled the smoke towards the side, avoiding your face, as he laid down beside you, propping himself up with one arm. Your face felt warm with how close he was, and you were glad the room was dim-litted, or else he'd have inevitably noticed how nervous you were. 

“I meant it every time I have said you’re gorgeous and beautiful and sweet-”

“Okay, okay!”

“I think I should say it more to convince you!” Sanji grinned roguishly. In your anxious state, you couldn’t come up with anything to say as he took your hand in his, squeezing it affectionately. “Your beauty knows no bounds. Your freckles are like stars on a clear night. Your smile lights up the entire room.”

You cringed at the incredibly eloquent speech he was using, sinking more into the mattress. 

But the action that made your heart flutter was the kiss he placed on the top of your hand. 

“Sanji.”

“Yes?”

“The neutral zone.”

“Oh.” He pouted, shoulders drooping. 

He didn’t let go of your hand so quickly, running his fingers over your knuckles and giving it one last squeeze before letting go.

“I truly meant every single word.” Sanji added, voice so serious that it made you look at him with surprise. There had been only a handful of moments when he stopped acting like a simp around you, and this one was making your stomach turn. “It pains me that a wonderful woman like you doesn’t see her own beauty. You’re even kind, strong, always looking out for all of us instead of yourself. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

Your eyes were as big as flying saucers when you stared at him. Everything indicated that he was dead serious about what he just said. 

When Sanji took a long drag on the cigarette, you had to look away. 

Maybe you were overthinking. Maybe it was time to admit, at least for that one night, that not only did you find him attractive, but that you also wanted to touch him in the most sinful way. 

“You know… Maybe it’s not a bad idea to violate the neutral zone for tonight.”

You yelped, bewildered, when Sanji was suddenly on top of you, practically caging you to the mattress, as soon as that last word left your mouth. 

“Do you mean that?!” He almost yelled, and you could actually see his pupils turn into little hearts.

“For tonight!” You repeated, afraid you’d break so easily underneath his gaze.

Sanji gasped, delighted, and leaned down to get even closer, only to realize he still had his cigarette in his mouth. You watched, amused and in shock, as he pulled back enough to spit it out to the other side of the room before burying his face in your neck. A giggle escaped your lips, and you ignored the fact that what he did was a hazard (in hopes that the room wouldn’t catch on fire).

Your laugh soon turned into pleasant hums when he began peppering the skin of your neck with kisses. His fingers tangled in your hair, caressing it as if you were the most delicate being. You ran your hands up his back, feeling the soft fabric of the robe underneath your fingertips, just as he pulled back enough to gaze at you. 

“Can I?” Sanji asked, focusing on your lips. 

“Yes.”

It all seemed to be happening in slow motion. He softly pressed his lips against yours in a sweet first kiss, and it completely took your breath away. It was delicate, experimental, just lips pressing together, but it made you all the more weak. 

As you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, Sanji pulled back only to press another kiss to your lips. And another. And another. 

“Sanji!” Another giggle escaped you the more he kept on kissing you. 

“Oh, baby! Sweetheart! I can’t believe I get to do this with you!” He exclaimed, trailing kisses down your jaw. When he sneaked one arm around your waist to play with the tie on your robe, he pulled away to look at you with pleading eyes. “Can I take this off?”

“You don’t have to ask every time, honey.” You replied with a smile. 

“Okay, y-yeah, okay…” 

With a peck to your lips, Sanji sat back between your legs as he undid your robe with nervous fingers. 

You had forgotten that you had no underwear until the moment you saw his eyes bulged out of their sockets at the sight of your bare skin. 

“No underwear?!” He cried out, covering his nose as blood splurted out. You only giggled in response; he was anything but dull. 

With his hands on your hips, Sanji kept staring with a wide-eyed gaze, drinking in all your curves, in all your naked glory. Feeling a little self conscious, you tugged at his sleeve, urging him to do something. 

“J-Just a minute, I wanna admire you a little longer…”

You scoffed, taking the opportunity to undo the tie on his robe while he leered. Once you opened it up, you licked your lips at the sight of his chiseled torso. It was your turn to stare as you softly ran your fingers down his chest and abdomen. There was a prominent bulge in his boxers that made that warm knot in your belly bloom. You were curious and more than eager to feel his cock in your hand.

Before you could pull down his underwear, Sanji pressed his body to yours. Squeezing your chest in his hands, he planted open mouth kisses on your cleavage. 

“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He praised you as his lips wandered down your chest. “More beautiful than what I had imagined.”

You were about to ask him more about whatever scenario he had imagined prior to this, but his tongue licking one of your nipples emptied your mind. You moaned softly, arching your back when he wrapped his lips around it, eagerly suckling on your sensitive skin. A jolt of pleasure traveled up your spine as he pinched your other nipple, and you couldn’t help but spill all kinds of noises. He was definitely enthusiastic about you, groping, licking and sucking with a burning passion that made your body burn up underneath him. 

It was insane how dripping wet you already were. Maybe you were the pervert; you felt like you were on fire just from him playing with your tits.

“I need to kiss every freckle on your soft skin.” Sanji trailed his lips down your abdomen, kissing around your belly button, ripping a breathy giggle from your mouth. He focused his eyes on your face with a grin. “The sounds you make! I can’t wait to hear more of your wonderful voice.”

You hated how good Sanji was with his praises, it was like he knew what you liked before you even told him anything. 

Running his tongue down your lower abdomen, he grazed his teeth on your belly, making you squirm. You gasped when you felt his breath right above your pussy. 

"I want to taste you so badly." Sanji pleaded, with a gleam in his eyes you’ve never seen before. Full of lust and almost desperate, serious, like he might die if you were to deny him such pleasure. 

Sitting back on your elbows, you gently ran your fingers through his hair, pushing it back so you could see his pretty face and meet his gaze, and spread your legs enough to present your glistening lips for him to see how keen you were. 

“Then do it.”

With a gasp, Sanji darted out his tongue, not wasting any time. You both moaned simultaneously, loud and lewd, when he drew a stripe with his tongue, from your pussy all the way up to your clit. Your hips jerked up in response, searching for more.

With a newfound confidence once he perceived your desire, he wrapped an arm around your abdomen, grabbing and kneading your belly as he dived in for more. Licking up your pussy again, tasting your arousal, he groaned wantonly. His mouth found your clit in an instant, and your hips bucked against the warmth of his lips. Bursts of pleasure pulsed through your body, making your thighs quiver with every lick and kiss he gave. 

You tried to keep your eyes fixed on Sanji as he fervently ate you out, but his warm tongue and soft lips were making you roll your eyes back. Even he seemed to be lost in his own pleasure, groaning and humming as he slid his tongue over every inch of your pussy, like you were the first meal he had after wandering the dessert for years. 

You threw your head back with a gasp when he plunged a finger inside you. Your hand twisted in his hair, pulling hard enough to let him know that you were beyond pleased with his actions. He moaned in the most sinful way, as if he was the one getting pleasured. 

Have you discovered just how good Sanji was at giving head? You couldn’t believe your own luck the more he suckled on your clit, leaving you completely breathless. Once he added a second finger, curling them inside just right, you couldn’t control the desperate whine that spilled from your mouth. His touch added more to the knot in your abdomen, heat increasing more and more every time he pumped his fingers. 

When he pulled his mouth away from you, you’d have protested if it wasn’t for the fact that his fingers still kept going, sliding in and out steadily as he pressed his thumb to your clit. You let go of his hair, holding onto his wrist instead, squeezing it hard when he stroked that sweet spot that made you see stars. 

Sanji crawled back up to you, fingering you with a hard and fast rhythm, as he kissed your neck. 

“Does it feel good, princess?” He breathed, gazing at you with eyes blown by lust. 

“Yeah…” You replied, barely able to hold eye contact. 

In your haze, you took the opportunity to reach inside his underwear and wrap your fingers around his cock. Sanji visibly shuddered and his fingers faltered inside your pussy. You couldn’t see it but his dick was warm, hard and wet with precum. It pleased you to know that you couldn’t wrap your hand around it. You moaned, desperately, once you felt him twitch enthusiastically in your fist. 

“Fuck…” He cursed, kissing you promptly. 

The kiss was full of unrestrained lust, tongue gliding inside your mouth as he moaned desperately. You accepted it, tasting yourself and the nicotine on his lips, getting even more wet, dripping your slick down his fingers. 

You twisted your hand around his cock, slowly pumping it once, twice, before Sanji promptly stopped moving his hand to take a hold of your wrist. 

“Wait-” He begged, breathing heavily. You thought you might have hurt him, but when he rested his forehead against yours, you knew better. “I’m gonna come if you keep going…”

With a chuckle, you kissed him again, soft and sweet. 

“If that’s the case,” You pushed at his shoulders, sitting up. “Then, I wanna be on top.”

The look on his face was one of the funniest expressions you’ve ever seen in him (and he had done many during the years). He gaped at you with eyes close to popping out as soon as he heard your last words, and he didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands. His disheveled hair was a nice addition, thanks to your own ministrations. 

“Ye-Yeah, however you want me, sweetheart!” Sanji managed to get out, swiftly shrugging off his robe before lying down on the bed to let you do as you pleased. 

You bit your lip, nervous and excited, as you took off your own robe. As you straddled him, you seized the chance to admire his naked body. Sturdy chest, defined abs with dips and curves that you traced with your fingertips. A wonderful cock, long, lean, flushed at the tip, and leaking precum. The thought of maybe sucking him off crossed your mind, but you figured it was better for the both of you to have him inside your pussy. 

Hovering above him, you couldn’t wait anymore and quickly guided his length to your entrance. Sanji had prepped you well, and once the tip was pushed inside you, you both let out a relieved moan. In one slick motion, you slid his cock inside, taking him to the hilt. 

You let out a stuttered whimper. The warmth that had grown in your lower abdomen felt close to bursting. Maybe you were close to your release sooner than you expected, too. 

His hands gripped your hips firmly, chest heaving as he took in the view of your body on top of his. Sanji panted like a wounded animal, leering at you intensely. A very quiet curse ripped from his lips the longer you took to move. You lingered for a moment, hands bracing on his chest, reveling in the feeling of his dick, warm and twitching inside your pussy. 

When his fingers dug into the flesh of your waist, a fire lit up inside you. You rolled your hips experimentally, and the fullness of his dick made you dizzy. 

“Oh my God…” Sanji moaned, low and desperate, sliding his hands down your legs to squeeze the fat of your thighs. 

He held onto you like you might slip away and disappear any second. It made you feel all the more desirable, especially when he kept looking at you with wide eyes and his jaw hanging open. 

Lifting your hips, you began bouncing yourself on his cock. The way it stretched you out, how hot it was to feel it pulsing inside you. It all made you lightheaded. You threw your head back with a cry, lost in your own pleasure. 

Leaning back, bracing yourself with your hands on his thighs, you dragged out a moan when you felt the tip of his dick hit your cervix. It was a better angle, stroking your most sensitive spot, going even deeper than you thought was possible. Dropping your hips down on his thighs, you fucked yourself over and over, tits bouncing with your every move. 

“Feels so good…” You breathed out, mind going blank with how good his cock was. 

You had easily pushed shame and insecurity towards the back of your mind. Sanji’s dick was so good it made you forget whatever doubts you had, but also his words, his praises, his touch, they had smoothed over your edges, and you let yourself go. 

When his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, hard to the point of bruising, you gazed at him, and almost tumbled over when you noticed his nose was bleeding. 

“Sanji!” You cried, worried and amused, as you reached for one of the robes. 

“What…?” He asked, completely oblivious.

“You’re bleeding!”

You tried not to laugh at how funny he looked as he sat up; completely dazed, eyes wide open with hearts instead of pupils, and a full on nosebleed. His face was red as you pressed the fabric to his nose, snickering quietly. 

“Keep it together, I don’t know how I would explain to the guys that you died like this!”

“Who cares?” Sanji grinned, squeezing your waist in appreciation. “I just couldn’t find the right words to describe your beauty, princess.”

“So you got a nosebleed instead?”

“Couldn’t be helped.” He shrugged when you discarded the robe to the side after cleaning up the blood.

“I left you speechless? That’s a first.” You teased him. 

“You just drive me crazy, my love.”

Sanji promptly kissed you, holding tightly onto you as his cock fluttered inside your pussy, making your heart flutter as well. You moaned and returned the kiss with a smile, thighs quivering against his hips. 

Grinding down on him, you tried to pick up the pace with the same intensity you had moments ago. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, steading yourself as he kissed your neck, groaning against your skin once you found your previous rhythm, hips swiftly slamming down. 

With every roll of your hips, Sanji panted, gasped and grunted. The noises that slipped from his lips made you even wetter. The storm outside still rumbled with thunder, but it didn’t compare to the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin inside the room. 

“You’re perfect.” The whine that escaped him gave away how completely lost he was in the warm sensation of your pussy. He held firmly onto you, grabbing and kneading your ass as you rode him. 

You decided (maybe against your better judgement, but who could blame you when his thick cock was inside you?) to admit to something you had never said out loud. 

“You feel better than what I imagined.” You moaned into his ear, low and sultry.

You felt the way Sanji tensed up underneath you, and you were pleased when he let out a nervous, breathy laughter that turned into a groan, like he couldn’t believe what you just confessed. As a reward, he sneaked his hand between your bodies to earnestly stroke your clit.

Shuddering at the sudden burst of pleasure, you dug your fingernails into his back, ripping a moan from his throat. His fingers had brought you closer to an orgasm before, and it would only take so long until you got there again. You wanted to make it last. You had been holding off for a while, trying to enjoy this moment for as long as you could, but you couldn’t contain it anymore. 

When his hips bucked up into you, ramming his cock hard enough to reach the deepest spot inside, the warm knot in your abdomen snapped. Your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave. It completely overwhelmed you, like fire burning through your body. Your vision turned white as your toes curled and you quivered uncontrollably.

“Fuck, baby,” Sanji panted, staring at you, memorizing your expression as you came. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

The way your pussy clenched bought him closer to the edge, and soon enough, he was groaning while his hips thrust up unsteadily.

“Where do I…?” He asked with an imploring gleam in his eyes, while he still retained some kind of common sense. 

“Anywhere you want.”

You knew Sanji wouldn’t think of pulling out, and you didn’t want him to. 

His hips stuttered when he came, a grunt ripping from his throat as he pumped out his load. His cock pulsed as his cum filled you to the brim, and you couldn’t help the whimper you let out, overstimulated from your recent orgasm. 

“Fuck, thank you.” Sanji groaned against your neck, rolling his hips to ride out his bliss. 

It was amusing and endearing that he was thanking you, you could only manage to stroke his hair as a response. 

You yelped when Sanji tumbled backwards onto the bed, bringing you down with him, still keeping his arms tightly wrapped around you. His cock slipped out, making you both hiss as his cum leaked from your pussy, down your thighs. 

His grip on you only loosened after a beat, and you pushed yourself off with wobbly arms to lie beside him. You were still trying to catch your breath when he turned to you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“You’re so pretty when you come.” His words were warm as he squeezed your side, looking at you with so much affection that it made your heart skip several beats. “You’re beautiful all the time but… Thank you for letting me come inside you.”

His praises rolled out of his tongue like they would any other day, but even you could tell that he was being genuine, not the usual over the top compliments he gave when he was being dramatic. It captivated you all over again.

“You don’t have to thank me for that.” You said with a giggle, though your cheeks were warm with embarrassment. 

Sanji planted a brief kiss on your lips that surprised you before he got off the bed. As you fluffed the pillow to get back to the shape it originally was before you fucked each other, he returned with a wet towel and a glass of water. 

You gladly hydrated yourself as he cleaned you up. Your face got even hotter when you noticed how much he stared at your pussy, still oozing out a few drops of cum. 

“Pervert.” You smiled in jest, poking the side of his head with your foot. 

With a grin, Sanji caught your ankle, planting a kiss on your foot’s sole. 

You giggled when he crawled up to you, putting the empty glass on the nightstand before kissing you softly. It was sweet, tongues gliding together as you hummed, cupping his face and caressing his cheeks, feeling his stubble with your fingertips. He ran his hands up and down your sides, kneading every curve of your body. 

Afterwards, you laid in a somewhat comfortable silence, curling beside him as he lit up a cigarette while keeping an arm around your shoulders. It had been a while since you were intimate with anyone; you were utterly spent, muscles pleasantly aching, and a certain soreness beginning to grow between your legs. 

You eyed him carefully as he took a long drag of his cigarette. You didn’t know how you’d be able to face him again and act normal after that night. You didn’t have a lot of experience, but you knew enough to reckon that Sanji had given you the best orgasm ever. Once the sun came out, whatever spell that was between the two of you would be broken. And you tried not to let panic settle in.  

Sanji could probably feel your anxiety, or that’s what you thought when he suddenly kissed the top of your head. 

“We can keep this to ourselves, if you’re uncomfortable.” He said, and you gazed up at him with a lot more hurt in your eyes than you’d like to admit. He could hardly miss that, and immediately went on. “Or… I’d be happy to do it again, my love, whenever and however you want me.”

You smiled, big and warm. 

“You still have a lot of freckles I wanna count with my lips.” Sanji added with a grin, letting you know how much he still desired you. “I didn’t get the chance to complete that task, princess.”

“Well, then.” You leaned up, pressing a loud, mushy kiss to his lips. “Whenever and however I want you, you say?”

"One bed is one thing, but only one pillow and one blanket?" You sighed in frustration.

Sanji didn’t seem to be having any problem regarding that matter. He was giddy, you could feel his ecstatic energy as you walked around the room, in hopes of finding a solution you knew wasn’t there. 

“This is the most inconvenient situation we could ever be in!” He claimed with a giant, dopey smile on his face. 

You snorted, trying not to laugh. 

“I can sleep on the floor, if it truly bothers you.” Sanji added after a beat of your silence. 

“That sounds swell!” You grinned mischievously when he visibly deflated, shoulders drooping as he let out a disappointed sigh. “Don’t be ridiculous, no one needs to sleep on the floor, especially if there’s only one blanket.”

“You’re truly an angel!” 

Despite the situation, his smile seemed genuine, and your heart skipped a beat. 

“I’m taking a shower.” You needed to take a step away from the current event that was unfolding, and ignoring whatever lascivious comment Sanji threw your way, you made a beeline for the bathroom. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to share a bed with him. Your contradicting feelings regarding the situation were the actual problem. 

Being paired with the handsome pervert that was Sanji was a complete coincidence. Nami had the pleasure of pairing up the entire crew, and luck made you and Sanji have a grocery shopping date for the rest of the day. He was pleased to be graced with your presence, and made it explicit every time he opened his mouth to talk to you. 

Bless your extremely good luck that paired you up with Sanji for also granting you a heavy storm that broke out just when you were about to go back to the Thousand Sunny. 

You sighed as you washed your face, breathing in and out to calm your nerves. Everything was crystal clear, Sanji wasn’t the one confusing you. Your feelings were to blame, they were completely mixed up in your mind. He acted like that with every beautiful woman he encountered, and you weren’t any different. He did make you feel wanted, but it wasn’t real. You had to remind yourself of that. 

You liked the attention. You weren’t attracted to him at all. 

You repeated that in your mind like a mantra.

Sanji eyed you up and down in the most conspicuous way possible when you stepped out. At least the place you were staying at had good soft robes. 

“How was the shower? Nice and warm?”

“Just go shower!” You replied, exasperated. 

You wanted to get this night over with quickly. Maybe you could retain your mental stability once it was over. 

You laid on the queen size bed once he occupied the bathroom, considering sleeping with just the robe on; it’s not like you had any other option, you didn’t want to dirty your clothes even more. Staring at the ceiling, you tried to calm your nerves. You played with your hair, stared at your nails, bit your lips, listened to the strong wind whistling outside along with the steady tip-tap of the rain. You even briefly wondered what he was thinking; did he expect something from you tonight? It’s not like you gave him any indication that you even find him cute. He was a pervert, maybe he expected a peek. Would he try something? Would he touch you ‘accidentally’?

What was taking him so long?

“Ready to do this, gorgeous?” Sanji asked with a wide smile as he stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a similar robe. 

“To sleep? Yes.” You countered, watching him as he undid his robe, which made you gasp. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m taking off the robe.” He replied flatly, looking at you curiously. “Are you sleeping with it on?”

“Y-Yes!” You wrapped your arms around yourself as blood flowed rapidly to your face. You got a peek of Sanji’s clearly defined abs, along with his heart-themed boxers. Your abdomen tightened in a knot in consequence. 

Damn it, this was pathetic on your part when he was the pervert.  

“Oh.” He pouted, straightening out the robe once again. 

You steadied your breathing as he got into bed right beside you. 

“Do you want the pillow for yourself?” Sanji asked you. He seemed genuinely concerned, with no undertone of lecherousness. 

“We can share-”

“I know you’d be more comfortable with it.” He smiled warmly, handing you the one pillow with the silk pillowcase. “I sleep better without one anyway.”

He was clearly lying, but you let it slide. 

“Thank you.” You looked at him with a glare as he scooted closer. “Sanji, there’s a neutral zone between us, if you cross it, I’ll consider it a direct attack.”

“A direct attack? What does that mean?” He asked with little hearts in his eyes, clearly misinterpreting your words.

“It means I’m throwing you out the window.”

“Fine.” He sighed, scooting a little farther apart.

You tried not to laugh at his reaction. Placing the pillow underneath your head, you settled as comfortably as you could, covering your legs and feet with the blanket before turning to the side. 

“Goodnight.”

You paid attention to the way the bed shifted. You heard Sanji sigh very quietly; the only reason you even heard it was because he was so close to you. The mattress shifted underneath you again, you knew he had laid down as well. 

“Goodnight, darling.”

When he turned off the light of the nightstand, the warmth coming from him gained your complete attention, and you took a few deep breaths before attempting to sleep, despite your own temperature starting to rise. 

Very hard to doze off when anything and everything startled you. It was difficult enough that you could feel his body behind you, even if he wasn’t touching you at all. You just were incredibly aware of how close he was. 

The sound of the storm outside was bothering you as well. 

You tried to find the peace that was required to sleep, but any slight movement was enough for your mind to drift off. You felt Sanji move, turning as he tried to sleep. Were you bothersome for him? Was your own body heat bothering him? You even heard him sigh a few times until it was completely quiet, except for the occasional rumbling of a strong wind outside.

After a while, you turned around, facing the ceiling. You turned your head to look at Sanji; he had also turned his back to you, and it was your turn to pout. He was too distracting even when you couldn’t even see him. His hair was pretty, though, and you satisfied yourself with that. 

The lighting brightened the room occasionally, making you gasp the one time a roaring thunder happened alongside it. 

“Can’t sleep?” 

Sanji’s soft voice made you jolt, and you looked for him in the dark. You didn’t notice when he turned to face you, but he was gazing at you so intensely, his one visible eye gleaming, it made you nervous. 

“Yeah… Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” 

“I wasn’t asleep, no need to apologize.” Sanji smiled, sitting up against the headboard before turning on the light by the bedside. 

You watched him look for a cigarette by the nightstand before lighting it up and taking a firm puff. Smoke filled the air when he breathed it out. You hated, sometimes, that he was so attractive when he smoked. 

“Smoking is bad for you.” You commented flatly. 

A stupid, completely idiotic thing to comment on; Sanji had smoked since before you even met him. There hasn’t been one moment when he even considered not smoking. However, you couldn’t help yourself. 

He laughed quietly, gazing at you with a fond eye that made you melt. 

You didn’t know what prompted you to do what you were about to do, but you didn’t question it. You reached for the cigarette, taking it from his lips and bringing it to your own. Sanji looked at you, completely wide-eyed, as you took a deep breath of the smoke into your mouth.

You didn’t exactly know how to smoke, it was inevitable you’d start coughing. 

“This is awful!” You said, trying to catch your breath. 

Sanji laughed nervously when you handed him his cigarette back. You eyed him curiously while recovering from the dumbassery you just pulled, and saw him wipe the blood suddenly dripping from his nose with his robe. 

It was your turn to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, visibly nervous. 

“Nothing. Pervert.” Your tone had no malice, only playfulness. 

“You’re the one who took my cigarette,” Sanji replied, agitated by what just happened. “Nonetheless, I’m blessed now that this has touched your lips.”

It was your turn to feel blood rapidly flowing towards your cheeks. You started to feel a little weak in the knees, and luckily you were laying down, because the need to reach out and touch him was there. 

Your gaze remained on Sanji as he took a deep drag on his cigarette. It was possibly the hottest you ever felt. You had never done something like that, but you understood why he got a nosebleed when you saw him wrapped his lips around the foot, the same place where your own lips had been.

As you considered maybe taking a risk within these four walls, he turned to look at you with a fondness in his eyes you had rarely seen. He usually reserved those for Nami (or so you thought).

“What?” You asked with a timid smile. 

“You’re beautiful.” Sanji said, breathlessly. 

Taken aback and embarrassed, you were momentarily reminded that he was like that with every gorgeous woman. 

It wasn’t real. 

“I’m sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?” He asked, noticing the change in your expression.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“Do what, love?” Sanji asked, looking at you with concern as he noticed your trepidation.

“You know… Flirting, complimenting me.”

“I should always tell you how beautiful you are.” He replied with a chuckle. 

“It’s just…”

“If it truly bothers you, I’ll tone it do-”

“I don’t think it’s true.”

There was a moment of silence, except for an unusually loud thunder that broke the atmosphere. 

Sanji stared at you with a frown, and you were nervous about what he was going to say. You weren’t fishing for compliments or validation. You simply didn’t feel like your appearance was deserving of all the things he said (especially when Nami and Robin were far more beautiful), in addition to the fact that you didn’t believe most of the words that came out of his mouth. 

“You don’t think you’re beautiful?” His face showed sincere uneasiness. You only eyed him briefly in response. “I fear I don't actually say it enough then.”

“Don’t be silly.” You scoffed, amused. “It’s fine, I appreciate your words but-”

Sanji exhaled the smoke towards the side, avoiding your face, as he laid down beside you, propping himself up with one arm. Your face felt warm with how close he was, and you were glad the room was dim-litted, or else he'd have inevitably noticed how nervous you were. 

“I meant it every time I have said you’re gorgeous and beautiful and sweet-”

“Okay, okay!”

“I think I should say it more to convince you!” Sanji grinned roguishly. In your anxious state, you couldn’t come up with anything to say as he took your hand in his, squeezing it affectionately. “Your beauty knows no bounds. Your freckles are like stars on a clear night. Your smile lights up the entire room.”

You cringed at the incredibly eloquent speech he was using, sinking more into the mattress. 

But the action that made your heart flutter was the kiss he placed on the top of your hand. 

“Sanji.”

“Yes?”

“The neutral zone.”

“Oh.” He pouted, shoulders drooping. 

He didn’t let go of your hand so quickly, running his fingers over your knuckles and giving it one last squeeze before letting go.

“I truly meant every single word.” Sanji added, voice so serious that it made you look at him with surprise. There had been only a handful of moments when he stopped acting like a simp around you, and this one was making your stomach turn. “It pains me that a wonderful woman like you doesn’t see her own beauty. You’re even kind, strong, always looking out for all of us instead of yourself. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

Your eyes were as big as flying saucers when you stared at him. Everything indicated that he was dead serious about what he just said. 

When Sanji took a long drag on the cigarette, you had to look away. 

Maybe you were overthinking. Maybe it was time to admit, at least for that one night, that not only did you find him attractive, but that you also wanted to touch him in the most sinful way. 

“You know… Maybe it’s not a bad idea to violate the neutral zone for tonight.”

You yelped, bewildered, when Sanji was suddenly on top of you, practically caging you to the mattress, as soon as that last word left your mouth. 

“Do you mean that?!” He almost yelled, and you could actually see his pupils turn into little hearts.

“For tonight!” You repeated, afraid you’d break so easily underneath his gaze.

Sanji gasped, delighted, and leaned down to get even closer, only to realize he still had his cigarette in his mouth. You watched, amused and in shock, as he pulled back enough to spit it out to the other side of the room before burying his face in your neck. A giggle escaped your lips, and you ignored the fact that what he did was a hazard (in hopes that the room wouldn’t catch on fire).

Your laugh soon turned into pleasant hums when he began peppering the skin of your neck with kisses. His fingers tangled in your hair, caressing it as if you were the most delicate being. You ran your hands up his back, feeling the soft fabric of the robe underneath your fingertips, just as he pulled back enough to gaze at you. 

“Can I?” Sanji asked, focusing on your lips. 

“Yes.”

It all seemed to be happening in slow motion. He softly pressed his lips against yours in a sweet first kiss, and it completely took your breath away. It was delicate, experimental, just lips pressing together, but it made you all the more weak. 

As you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, Sanji pulled back only to press another kiss to your lips. And another. And another. 

“Sanji!” Another giggle escaped you the more he kept on kissing you. 

“Oh, baby! Sweetheart! I can’t believe I get to do this with you!” He exclaimed, trailing kisses down your jaw. When he sneaked one arm around your waist to play with the tie on your robe, he pulled away to look at you with pleading eyes. “Can I take this off?”

“You don’t have to ask every time, honey.” You replied with a smile. 

“Okay, y-yeah, okay…” 

With a peck to your lips, Sanji sat back between your legs as he undid your robe with nervous fingers. 

You had forgotten that you had no underwear until the moment you saw his eyes bulged out of their sockets at the sight of your bare skin. 

“No underwear?!” He cried out, covering his nose as blood splurted out. You only giggled in response; he was anything but dull. 

With his hands on your hips, Sanji kept staring with a wide-eyed gaze, drinking in all your curves, in all your naked glory. Feeling a little self conscious, you tugged at his sleeve, urging him to do something. 

“J-Just a minute, I wanna admire you a little longer…”

You scoffed, taking the opportunity to undo the tie on his robe while he leered. Once you opened it up, you licked your lips at the sight of his chiseled torso. It was your turn to stare as you softly ran your fingers down his chest and abdomen. There was a prominent bulge in his boxers that made that warm knot in your belly bloom. You were curious and more than eager to feel his cock in your hand.

Before you could pull down his underwear, Sanji pressed his body to yours. Squeezing your chest in his hands, he planted open mouth kisses on your cleavage. 

“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He praised you as his lips wandered down your chest. “More beautiful than what I had imagined.”

You were about to ask him more about whatever scenario he had imagined prior to this, but his tongue licking one of your nipples emptied your mind. You moaned softly, arching your back when he wrapped his lips around it, eagerly suckling on your sensitive skin. A jolt of pleasure traveled up your spine as he pinched your other nipple, and you couldn’t help but spill all kinds of noises. He was definitely enthusiastic about you, groping, licking and sucking with a burning passion that made your body burn up underneath him. 

It was insane how dripping wet you already were. Maybe you were the pervert; you felt like you were on fire just from him playing with your tits.

“I need to kiss every freckle on your soft skin.” Sanji trailed his lips down your abdomen, kissing around your belly button, ripping a breathy giggle from your mouth. He focused his eyes on your face with a grin. “The sounds you make! I can’t wait to hear more of your wonderful voice.”

You hated how good Sanji was with his praises, it was like he knew what you liked before you even told him anything. 

Running his tongue down your lower abdomen, he grazed his teeth on your belly, making you squirm. You gasped when you felt his breath right above your pussy. 

"I want to taste you so badly." Sanji pleaded, with a gleam in his eyes you’ve never seen before. Full of lust and almost desperate, serious, like he might die if you were to deny him such pleasure. 

Sitting back on your elbows, you gently ran your fingers through his hair, pushing it back so you could see his pretty face and meet his gaze, and spread your legs enough to present your glistening lips for him to see how keen you were. 

“Then do it.”

With a gasp, Sanji darted out his tongue, not wasting any time. You both moaned simultaneously, loud and lewd, when he drew a stripe with his tongue, from your pussy all the way up to your clit. Your hips jerked up in response, searching for more.

With a newfound confidence once he perceived your desire, he wrapped an arm around your abdomen, grabbing and kneading your belly as he dived in for more. Licking up your pussy again, tasting your arousal, he groaned wantonly. His mouth found your clit in an instant, and your hips bucked against the warmth of his lips. Bursts of pleasure pulsed through your body, making your thighs quiver with every lick and kiss he gave. 

You tried to keep your eyes fixed on Sanji as he fervently ate you out, but his warm tongue and soft lips were making you roll your eyes back. Even he seemed to be lost in his own pleasure, groaning and humming as he slid his tongue over every inch of your pussy, like you were the first meal he had after wandering the dessert for years. 

You threw your head back with a gasp when he plunged a finger inside you. Your hand twisted in his hair, pulling hard enough to let him know that you were beyond pleased with his actions. He moaned in the most sinful way, as if he was the one getting pleasured. 

Have you discovered just how good Sanji was at giving head? You couldn’t believe your own luck the more he suckled on your clit, leaving you completely breathless. Once he added a second finger, curling them inside just right, you couldn’t control the desperate whine that spilled from your mouth. His touch added more to the knot in your abdomen, heat increasing more and more every time he pumped his fingers. 

When he pulled his mouth away from you, you’d have protested if it wasn’t for the fact that his fingers still kept going, sliding in and out steadily as he pressed his thumb to your clit. You let go of his hair, holding onto his wrist instead, squeezing it hard when he stroked that sweet spot that made you see stars. 

Sanji crawled back up to you, fingering you with a hard and fast rhythm, as he kissed your neck. 

“Does it feel good, princess?” He breathed, gazing at you with eyes blown by lust. 

“Yeah…” You replied, barely able to hold eye contact. 

In your haze, you took the opportunity to reach inside his underwear and wrap your fingers around his cock. Sanji visibly shuddered and his fingers faltered inside your pussy. You couldn’t see it but his dick was warm, hard and wet with precum. It pleased you to know that you couldn’t wrap your hand around it. You moaned, desperately, once you felt him twitch enthusiastically in your fist. 

“Fuck…” He cursed, kissing you promptly. 

The kiss was full of unrestrained lust, tongue gliding inside your mouth as he moaned desperately. You accepted it, tasting yourself and the nicotine on his lips, getting even more wet, dripping your slick down his fingers. 

You twisted your hand around his cock, slowly pumping it once, twice, before Sanji promptly stopped moving his hand to take a hold of your wrist. 

“Wait-” He begged, breathing heavily. You thought you might have hurt him, but when he rested his forehead against yours, you knew better. “I’m gonna come if you keep going…”

With a chuckle, you kissed him again, soft and sweet. 

“If that’s the case,” You pushed at his shoulders, sitting up. “Then, I wanna be on top.”

The look on his face was one of the funniest expressions you’ve ever seen in him (and he had done many during the years). He gaped at you with eyes close to popping out as soon as he heard your last words, and he didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands. His disheveled hair was a nice addition, thanks to your own ministrations. 

“Ye-Yeah, however you want me, sweetheart!” Sanji managed to get out, swiftly shrugging off his robe before lying down on the bed to let you do as you pleased. 

You bit your lip, nervous and excited, as you took off your own robe. As you straddled him, you seized the chance to admire his naked body. Sturdy chest, defined abs with dips and curves that you traced with your fingertips. A wonderful cock, long, lean, flushed at the tip, and leaking precum. The thought of maybe sucking him off crossed your mind, but you figured it was better for the both of you to have him inside your pussy. 

Hovering above him, you couldn’t wait anymore and quickly guided his length to your entrance. Sanji had prepped you well, and once the tip was pushed inside you, you both let out a relieved moan. In one slick motion, you slid his cock inside, taking him to the hilt. 

You let out a stuttered whimper. The warmth that had grown in your lower abdomen felt close to bursting. Maybe you were close to your release sooner than you expected, too. 

His hands gripped your hips firmly, chest heaving as he took in the view of your body on top of his. Sanji panted like a wounded animal, leering at you intensely. A very quiet curse ripped from his lips the longer you took to move. You lingered for a moment, hands bracing on his chest, reveling in the feeling of his dick, warm and twitching inside your pussy. 

When his fingers dug into the flesh of your waist, a fire lit up inside you. You rolled your hips experimentally, and the fullness of his dick made you dizzy. 

“Oh my God…” Sanji moaned, low and desperate, sliding his hands down your legs to squeeze the fat of your thighs. 

He held onto you like you might slip away and disappear any second. It made you feel all the more desirable, especially when he kept looking at you with wide eyes and his jaw hanging open. 

Lifting your hips, you began bouncing yourself on his cock. The way it stretched you out, how hot it was to feel it pulsing inside you. It all made you lightheaded. You threw your head back with a cry, lost in your own pleasure. 

Leaning back, bracing yourself with your hands on his thighs, you dragged out a moan when you felt the tip of his dick hit your cervix. It was a better angle, stroking your most sensitive spot, going even deeper than you thought was possible. Dropping your hips down on his thighs, you fucked yourself over and over, tits bouncing with your every move. 

“Feels so good…” You breathed out, mind going blank with how good his cock was. 

You had easily pushed shame and insecurity towards the back of your mind. Sanji’s dick was so good it made you forget whatever doubts you had, but also his words, his praises, his touch, they had smoothed over your edges, and you let yourself go. 

When his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, hard to the point of bruising, you gazed at him, and almost tumbled over when you noticed his nose was bleeding. 

“Sanji!” You cried, worried and amused, as you reached for one of the robes. 

“What…?” He asked, completely oblivious.

“You’re bleeding!”

You tried not to laugh at how funny he looked as he sat up; completely dazed, eyes wide open with hearts instead of pupils, and a full on nosebleed. His face was red as you pressed the fabric to his nose, snickering quietly. 

“Keep it together, I don’t know how I would explain to the guys that you died like this!”

“Who cares?” Sanji grinned, squeezing your waist in appreciation. “I just couldn’t find the right words to describe your beauty, princess.”

“So you got a nosebleed instead?”

“Couldn’t be helped.” He shrugged when you discarded the robe to the side after cleaning up the blood.

“I left you speechless? That’s a first.” You teased him. 

“You just drive me crazy, my love.”

Sanji promptly kissed you, holding tightly onto you as his cock fluttered inside your pussy, making your heart flutter as well. You moaned and returned the kiss with a smile, thighs quivering against his hips. 

Grinding down on him, you tried to pick up the pace with the same intensity you had moments ago. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, steading yourself as he kissed your neck, groaning against your skin once you found your previous rhythm, hips swiftly slamming down. 

With every roll of your hips, Sanji panted, gasped and grunted. The noises that slipped from his lips made you even wetter. The storm outside still rumbled with thunder, but it didn’t compare to the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin inside the room. 

“You’re perfect.” The whine that escaped him gave away how completely lost he was in the warm sensation of your pussy. He held firmly onto you, grabbing and kneading your ass as you rode him. 

You decided (maybe against your better judgement, but who could blame you when his thick cock was inside you?) to admit to something you had never said out loud. 

“You feel better than what I imagined.” You moaned into his ear, low and sultry.

You felt the way Sanji tensed up underneath you, and you were pleased when he let out a nervous, breathy laughter that turned into a groan, like he couldn’t believe what you just confessed. As a reward, he sneaked his hand between your bodies to earnestly stroke your clit.

Shuddering at the sudden burst of pleasure, you dug your fingernails into his back, ripping a moan from his throat. His fingers had brought you closer to an orgasm before, and it would only take so long until you got there again. You wanted to make it last. You had been holding off for a while, trying to enjoy this moment for as long as you could, but you couldn’t contain it anymore. 

When his hips bucked up into you, ramming his cock hard enough to reach the deepest spot inside, the warm knot in your abdomen snapped. Your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave. It completely overwhelmed you, like fire burning through your body. Your vision turned white as your toes curled and you quivered uncontrollably.

“Fuck, baby,” Sanji panted, staring at you, memorizing your expression as you came. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

The way your pussy clenched bought him closer to the edge, and soon enough, he was groaning while his hips thrust up unsteadily.

“Where do I…?” He asked with an imploring gleam in his eyes, while he still retained some kind of common sense. 

“Anywhere you want.”

You knew Sanji wouldn’t think of pulling out, and you didn’t want him to. 

His hips stuttered when he came, a grunt ripping from his throat as he pumped out his load. His cock pulsed as his cum filled you to the brim, and you couldn’t help the whimper you let out, overstimulated from your recent orgasm. 

“Fuck, thank you.” Sanji groaned against your neck, rolling his hips to ride out his bliss. 

It was amusing and endearing that he was thanking you, you could only manage to stroke his hair as a response. 

You yelped when Sanji tumbled backwards onto the bed, bringing you down with him, still keeping his arms tightly wrapped around you. His cock slipped out, making you both hiss as his cum leaked from your pussy, down your thighs. 

His grip on you only loosened after a beat, and you pushed yourself off with wobbly arms to lie beside him. You were still trying to catch your breath when he turned to you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“You’re so pretty when you come.” His words were warm as he squeezed your side, looking at you with so much affection that it made your heart skip several beats. “You’re beautiful all the time but… Thank you for letting me come inside you.”

His praises rolled out of his tongue like they would any other day, but even you could tell that he was being genuine, not the usual over the top compliments he gave when he was being dramatic. It captivated you all over again.

“You don’t have to thank me for that.” You said with a giggle, though your cheeks were warm with embarrassment. 

Sanji planted a brief kiss on your lips that surprised you before he got off the bed. As you fluffed the pillow to get back to the shape it originally was before you fucked each other, he returned with a wet towel and a glass of water. 

You gladly hydrated yourself as he cleaned you up. Your face got even hotter when you noticed how much he stared at your pussy, still oozing out a few drops of cum. 

“Pervert.” You smiled in jest, poking the side of his head with your foot. 

With a grin, Sanji caught your ankle, planting a kiss on your foot’s sole. 

You giggled when he crawled up to you, putting the empty glass on the nightstand before kissing you softly. It was sweet, tongues gliding together as you hummed, cupping his face and caressing his cheeks, feeling his stubble with your fingertips. He ran his hands up and down your sides, kneading every curve of your body. 

Afterwards, you laid in a somewhat comfortable silence, curling beside him as he lit up a cigarette while keeping an arm around your shoulders. It had been a while since you were intimate with anyone; you were utterly spent, muscles pleasantly aching, and a certain soreness beginning to grow between your legs. 

You eyed him carefully as he took a long drag of his cigarette. You didn’t know how you’d be able to face him again and act normal after that night. You didn’t have a lot of experience, but you knew enough to reckon that Sanji had given you the best orgasm ever. Once the sun came out, whatever spell that was between the two of you would be broken. And you tried not to let panic settle in.  

Sanji could probably feel your anxiety, or that’s what you thought when he suddenly kissed the top of your head. 

“We can keep this to ourselves, if you’re uncomfortable.” He said, and you gazed up at him with a lot more hurt in your eyes than you’d like to admit. He could hardly miss that, and immediately went on. “Or… I’d be happy to do it again, my love, whenever and however you want me.”

You smiled, big and warm. 

“You still have a lot of freckles I wanna count with my lips.” Sanji added with a grin, letting you know how much he still desired you. “I didn’t get the chance to complete that task, princess.”

“Well, then.” You leaned up, pressing a loud, mushy kiss to his lips. “Whenever and however I want you, you say?”

The damned thing was an aphrodisiac, a kind of strange stimulant that you’d never encountered before. Once you’d finally found an entry on it amidst the pages of your botanical reference books, your stomach dropped with dread. You’d had the plant aboard the ship for days, though thankfully it had been secluded to the closet serving as your sad excuse for a room - you were cramped in there with your books and tools and that stupid flower, none the wiser to what it was slowly doing to you.

You’d been exposed to its pollen for days, breathing it into your lungs as you pondered over it, touching the delicate petals and coming away with soft grain on your fingertips. At least you weren’t dumb enough to have ever thought about consuming any part of the plant - that would have made things truly unbearable, as you’d come to learn that that was the fastest means for its reactions to take hold.

At first, you thought maybe the flower wouldn’t have any effect on you, considering that you hadn’t felt any different in those days isolated with it. And even once you’d found another entry in your encyclopedia detailing its slow burn results, you thought that perhaps you’d incorrectly assessed it, again because you felt nothing.

But after three days around the thing you felt… something. A twisting in your stomach, a heat stoking at your core. You tried to ignore it as the day went on, but with each passing minute you could feel something taking over - Usopp’s smile made you antsy and nervous, Nami’s pretty legs crossing one over the other shot desire through you like lightning. Shit, you had no business getting all worked up about your friends like that, but it was simply out of your control.

And it only got worse when Sanji tried his usually fruitless flirty tactics, lingering close enough that you could smell his enticing musk, his suddenly silky voice forcing you to clench your legs. Once that happened, you all but booked it away from everyone else and locked yourself up, only leaving your room to chuck the offensive flower overboard in a panic. There was no way you’d risk keeping it here even a second longer, because just your luck the pollen could somehow get to the rest of the crew, too.

You’d already been cooped up in your room for an entire day, feigning illness. Everyone had stopped bothering you after you practically screamed at them to get the hell away from you. Save for Sanji, annoyingly, who simply couldn’t help but check in on you regularly, offering food and drink and even company.

Sanji had probably done so a dozen times before you couldn’t take it anymore.

You caved to your impulses, throwing open your door and yanking him inside abruptly. You pinned him against the door, hands twisted in the front of his jacket, eyes crazed as you looked into his face. You could feel his body heat, could smell him overwhelmingly. Sanji - blissfully unaware of the state you were in - looked far too pleased to be pressed between you and the door, eyes gleaming and grin cheeky.

You loathed to tell him what was going on - you didn’t want any of your fellow Straw Hats to know about this embarrassing predicament you’d landed yourself in. The plan was to stay locked up until it passed, but Sanji just wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Look asshole,” You spoke through your teeth, body clenching at that stupid smile on his face, a wave of heat washing through you, “there’s… an issue and it’d be better if you stopped bothering me.”

“An issue?” Shit, was his voice always that hot? Despite the twisting in your belly, your glower darkened in an attempt to dampen this ridiculous pining.

Frustratingly, his wolfish grin grew larger, and with a sharp intake of breath, you dropped your gaze before you could do something bad, “Yes, an issue, and it’s not your business, so go away.”

“You don’t look so good,” Sanji began, tone sultry - or was that just in your head? As if he was testing your limits, he lifted the back of his hand to your forehead, and you all but jumped with a gasp, “God, you’re on fire. Maybe a little tea to make you feel better?”

“No.” You relinquished your grip on his jacket, needing as much distance between you two as possible, though this damn room was so cramped it wasn’t nearly enough. Sanji looked you up and down curiously, and even that had the unfortunate effect of causing desire to pool white hot inside you.

“Soup?” He offered in a taunting voice, evidently finding your current state amusing, not realizing the enormity of it. His brow furrowed some as he moved towards you, to which you pointed in harsh warning.

“Sanji, just go.” You insisted, trying to resist your urge to jump his bones, to drag him back towards you without restraint.

Though still grinning impishly, he held his hands up in surrender, and, shit, that look on his face dared to make you wet, “I don’t like seeing your beautiful self unwell like this, I’m just trying to take care of you.”

Unexpectedly, you moaned at Sanji’s words; his flirtatious remarks had never worked on you before, and you so wished you’d had more control than this.

Your illicit sound caused both your eyes and Sanji’s to widen, and shamefully you tried to step back, but your legs bumped your mattress, meaning you had nowhere to run as you looked about yourself in a panic.

Though there was uncertainty in his gaze, Sanji’s eyes still gleamed with mirth, he still smirked with playful intent. He gave you another slow once over, eyes crawling the length of your body; you had to press your lips tightly together to hold back any more noises that dared to come out of you, your thighs clamping stiffly.

When his gaze eventually trailed back up to meet yours, you clenched your hands, nails digging into your palms, feeling tense all over with how desperate you were for some kind of release. There was something salacious about Sanji’s stare - you could no longer tell if it was real or your imagination. As if he could sense the effect he was having on you, he grinned wickedly.

“If you do need anything,” he started, voice so much more appealing than it had any right to be. He took a careful step towards you, looking between your eyes intently, “you know where to find me.”

A small whine caught in your throat, and you prayed it was quiet enough to be imperceptible. You had to drop your gaze, feeling utterly flushed with heat. But your luck had already run out for the day, because Sanji dipped his head some, and you caught that alluring musk of him again, making you stir.

“What is going on with you?” He teased before stepping back. He turned, hand twisting the door knob when you abruptly blurted out.

“That stupid flower did something to me!” Your words came out fast, slurring together; you weren’t sure what came over you to babble without a thought, but the pollen had seriously dampened your impulse control.

Sanji stopped and quickly spun back towards you. No longer was his expression flirtatious; instead, his brow knotted in concern, his hands grasping your shoulders before you even had the chance to stall him. You took a sharp breath, heat coursing deep in your center and head flustered from his touch.

“What do you mean? Are you okay?” Sanji’s worried tone just made you crave him even more, his instinct to take care of you way too enticing right now; fuck, when would this pass?

“I’m fine,” You squeaked out, thighs rubbing together desperately, “It's just…”

“It’s what?” With a focused look, Sanji felt your forehead again, then pressed his hand gently to your cheek, “You really are on fire, love, maybe we need--”

Again, your words spilled out like a tsunami, “I need you to stop touching me or I’m going to lose it!”

But Sanji didn’t move, so taken aback that he wasn’t sure what to do with you. His expression twisted that little bit more, driving you insane.

“Sorry, what?”

“The plant!” You grabbed his wrists, sure that you must look like a crazed woman right about now. You tried to push Sanji away, but he stood firm, “The pollen was an aphrodisiac and I’ve been unintentionally dosing myself with it for days! So, please Sanji, I feel like I’m about to burst and it's already embarrassing enough that I told you, so go!”

Sanji showed about a hundred emotions in the span of only a few seconds - worry, confusion, understanding, confusion again, until ultimately landing on that dreaded, impish inquisitiveness of his. You could see the exact moment it all clicked, that gleam of delight at your expense, that relishing curiosity. You practically threw his wrists away when you realized that you were still clutching them, groaning deeply with frustration.

Oh, how you loathed the glee in Sanji’s expression; you’d try to slap it away, except you feared doing so would just make you wetter than you already were. As he looked you over again with that trademark grin, you clenched your legs again, toes curling.

“Aphrodisiac?” Was he taunting you? “So that means--”

“Yes, it means I’m horny, okay!?” You hated how feral and aggressive you sounded, hated the way your attitude only seemed to bring him greater entertainment. With a dramatic, vulgar sigh, you dragged your hands down your face, turning away; when your shoulder bumped Sanji’s in your retreat, you jolted with a gasp.

“Well, isn’t that something?” God, he was enjoying this far too much.

“Sanji--!”

“Wait, wait.” He insisted. You closed your eyes, trying to take a soothing breath, but your body just wouldn’t calm down, the desire burning inside you only grew hotter now that he was in on your secret, “How long is this going to last?”

“I really don’t feel like talking about it right now!”

“I’m only asking--” You cut him off with a mean groan, whipping back around to glare at him. Once more, he held up his hands, but the shit-eating grin on his face was enough to make you throb. He waited a beat before trying again, licking his lips far too sinfully for your liking, “Maybe… I can help?”

“Oh my god.” You whined, your body yearning in spite of your better judgement, his suggestion making your pussy clench with the need to be touched. Foolishly, you met his eyes, which only did the job of making you want to throw yourself at him, “Sanji, don’t be stupid--”

“Is it stupid?” He insisted, stepping into your personal space again, your head dizzy with yearning. He ducked his head, eyes staring into yours earnestly, a look not quite like his usual coy ones, “Because, look, would I enjoy a little romp with you? Obviously.” You mewled smally, to which surprise briefly flashed across Sanji’s face, “So, if you think it might help, then by all means, just say so.”

You bit down hard on the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your desire in check, because you feared that you could burst any second now. Though you tried desperately to look mean and glaring, you felt far from intimidating; if that wanton look on Sanji’s face was anything to go by, then you failed miserably.

You wished that you wanted to say no. Oh, that would be so much better than agreeing to Sanji’s offer, because doing something like that with your crewmate - your friend - sounded like it would open up a whole new kind of trouble. But just the idea of it made you squirm, made your body coil like a spring; even just a moment’s thought about the things you could do made your eyes flutter.

You knew better than to go along with it. You weren’t so far gone that you couldn’t think, after all - you knew this could be bad. Unfortunately, the pollen had other ideas.

“No one can know.” You bite, body clenching again.

Sanji shrugged agreeably, playing it casually, “Of course.”

“And it won’t happen again.”

“Sure.”

“… Okay.”

“Okay.”

You stared at each other for a long beat, your chest heaving, Sanji’s eyes hooded as he shamelessly took in your expression.

God, you hoped you wouldn’t regret this.

The space between you was small already, the warmth of his breath across your cheeks causing you to shudder; the corner of his mouth quirked up in response, finally sending you over the edge.

You flung yourself at Sanji like a woman starved, winding your arms around his neck, bodies crashing together ungracefully. He was so damn sturdy, barely stumbling back as your lips feverishly met, teeth clumsily clashing. His arms wrapped around your middle, hands firmly gripping your back, fingers flexing possessively.

The moan that escaped you was downright sinful, your heart pounding rapidly inside your chest, body like static beneath Sanji’s exploratory touch. Fuck, you couldn’t tell if this was helping or hurting, your core hot and cunt pulsing, your jumping under his tender fingertips. It was pathetic the way you clung to him like a lifeline, bodies flush and mouths brazen.

As your fingers tangled in Sanji’s hair, a groan rumbled in his chest that made you frenzied, your kisses growing sloppier, tongue snaking between his lips. God, his taste was intoxicating, his tongue twining with yours, his hands unyielding nonetheless gentle as he groped at your body. Rolling your hips against his, you made yourself whimper at the feel of his firm chest, his pelvis pressing to yours.

Maybe you should have done this sooner.

Determined not to break from Sanji’s luscious lips just yet, you blindly spun the two of you around, his calves bumping the bed. Understanding what you wanted, he gripped you tightly while dropping down atop the mattress, drawing you into his lap as you moaned again.

Mouths heatedly pressed together, you shifted to better straddle Sanji’s fit legs, his cock twitching near your center. If your head wasn’t already spinning you may have been embarrassed by how wet you were, soaking through your panties.

Sanji’s hands wandered, squeezing your ass hard enough to make you gasp, using his grip to grind your hips down against his. You tugged roughly at his hair as you moved together, rutting back and forth along his growing length, clenching with the need to be filled.

Your mouths were greedy, tongues feverish, kissing as if desperate for one another’s air, noisy sounds of pleasure humming in both your throats. Sanji’s hips bucked just right beneath you, meeting you in time with the deep grind of your hot pussy.

When finally he broke from the kiss, a string of drool connected your lips, a whine sounding from your throat. Keeping up his slow, steady rhythm, Sanji met your eyes darkly, drinking you in with utter desire; you damn near came just from that look alone.

“However you want me,” he whispered against your lips, noses brushing, breath mingling. Your hips stuttered, to which he greedily grasped your ass and matched your rhythms again, “Yours to do with as you please.”

“Fuck--” You couldn’t help but gasp, feeling impossibly more turned on. You almost hated him for how damn effortlessly those sultry words came to him, grinding your hips roughly against his cock, delighting in the way his eyes momentarily crossed, “Promise?”

A short, lustful laugh escaped Sanji, his fingers groping you nice and tight, “Like this, love, I’d promise you anything.”

Another desirous sound whined in your throat as you captured his lips in a searing kiss, fire scorching bright inside you. Hips rutting rapaciously, your hands wandered down his neck and torso, shoving at his jacket as if it personally offended you. Urgently, Sanji threw it off before he grasped at you again, not wanting to lose a moment of exploring your body.

The flex of his muscles beneath your hands was maddening, taut and strong and just asking to be bit and kissed. You frantically worked the buttons of his shirt, nearly popping them as you worked your way down, down, down till the damned thing was open. Your fingers slid along Sanji’s washboard abs, causing you to groan because, fuck, this was the body he’d kept covered up all this time?

As if you couldn’t trust your touch, you split from Sanji’s lips to lean back and drink in the sight of his body, hissing desirously at how damn good he looked. Your nails scratched up his sides, over his pecs and abs, and when your lustful eyes turned back towards his, you practically keened at the focused way he was watching you.

Holding eye contact, you leaned down to nip at his chest, causing him to yelp; your body tightened as you giggled hungrily, mouth trailing up his collarbone and neck, kissing just below his jaw. Sanji leaned his head back as he twitched between your legs, letting you ravage his skin, biting and sucking and kissing to your hearts content, hickeys or teeth marks be damned.

As you all but consumed him, Sanji’s hands slid up the back of your shirt, palms hot as he traced your skin, arching into his touch. Both of your hips had fallen out of rhythm, and so Sanji reached up to grip the back of your neck, pulling you away so he could meet your eyes again.

“Let me touch you.” It sounded like both a question and an instruction, your cunt tight with utter desire. You nodded, catching your breath, and then Sanji abruptly flipped you onto your back.

Splayed on the bed, you ogled as Sanji brushed back his hair and dropped his shirt to the floor. You bit your lip, eyes hooded as he crawled over you; he pressed a single, dizzying kiss to your mouth, pulling back before you could latch onto him again.

As if understanding your urgency to be touched, Sanji’s hands reached beneath your shirt again, yanking it over your head speedily, exposing your hot skin to the cool air before he did the same thing with your shorts. You wiggled under his wandering gaze, drinking in every curve and blemish of your body like you were a three-course meal.

He lowered his mouth to your chest, biting your breast as you had done to him earlier; you bucked and gasped, feeling his smile against you. He sucked at your skin, insistently creating a hickey just above your bra, meanwhile reaching between your warm bodies, fingertips grazing over your pelvis, to which you whined.

Sanji sighed longingly as his hand moved lower and lower, teasing at you through your thin, damp panties; you clenched with a wanton mewl, desperate for so much more of him. Kissing far too tenderly over the hickey he left behind, his mouth trailed down, tongue gliding a wet trail along your stomach, ghosting along the flimsy fabric keeping him from you. For a moment, you held your breath, hands eagerly twisting in the bedsheets.

Hooking his fingers in your panties, Sanji tugged them down to your ankles, his hot breath teasing near your clit as you shucked the undergarment away with a wiggle of your foot.

He lingered painstakingly, and you looked down your nose at him, brow knotted with impatience, mouth agape as you sucked in  a breath of air. His eyes were large and black with lust as he, too, glanced back towards you, expression both sweet yet taunting. You were tempted to reach out and grab his hair, to guide him towards you, but even in this fervor you managed to refrain, though you weren’t sure how long that flimsy self control would last.

“Look at you…” He sounded awestruck, and the lust in his tone made longing swirl tight around your heat, toes curling.

Now, you did reach out, fingers weaving into his hair a little more roughly than intended; it felt as if you had less control the more your desire continued to stew.

“Sanji, please.” You whispered keenly. The sound of his name on your lips like that stirred something deep in him, his gaze dark and craving, “I… shit, I need you.”

He grinned wickedly, though even the taunting in his tone was flirtatious, “About to come undone already?”

You nodded, eyes pleading, “I’m like a fucking cat in heat.”

Sanji chuckled, breathing hot against your clit, causing you to twitch, “Oh, love, I’ve got you.”

And with that, he plunged a finger inside you without warning, a surprised mewl leaping from your lips as you threw your head back. God, there was no way in hell that alone could feel so good, and yet your eyes crossed, hand flexing in Sanji’s hair. He, too, groaned at the feel of you as if utterly enthralled.

Under his breath, he groaned faintly; you were so wet, clenching around his finger, making his cock twitch in his trousers. He pumped once, twice, before sliding a second digit between your slick folds with ease, wasting no time or teasing; your body was so utterly ready for him that it was intoxicating.

The pace of his thrusts steadily picked up, your hips rolling with his movements, gasps escaping your parted lips. Your head lulled, swimming with lust as your body pulsed around him, limbs twisting pleasurably.

Fingering you greedily, the scent of your desire hit Sanji, his hips bucking against your leg in need of friction.You felt nearly pathetic, the way you rocked against his hand, the way you writhed with moaning satisfaction. Even his heavy breathing, hot on your inner thigh, sent burning waves up your spine; and when he pressed the heel of his palm against your clit, you fucking shuddered.

God, you thought this would help, but Sanji’s fingers buried inside your cunt only seemed to make you wetter and needier, as if nothing would be enough to satiate you. And when he spread his fingers wide, stretching you out deliciously, you cursed that damned plant, even as pleasured whines slipped past your lips.

As he fingered you nice and deep, Sanji’s mouth trailed hot, wet kisses along the inside of your leg, sighing contently at the taste of your salty skin on his tongue. His fingers hooked, curving up into your cervix, palm steadily massaging your clit as you keened unabashedly, toes curling and knees shaking, yanking roughly at his hair. With a hiss, he bit your flesh, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to surprise you, your hips bucking again.

“Fu-uck--!” You whined, his hand unrelenting as your eyes crossed, orgasm washing over you with a surge. For that split second, it was utter bliss, vision starry and limbs melting; but like some cruel joke, your body almost immediately grew tense and tight and desperately unfulfilled again.

That stupid plant.

You tugged encouragingly at Sanji’s hair, meeting his gaze over the swell of your heaving breasts - he was still knuckles deep inside you, eyes blown and an enthralled grin on his lips. You caught your breath, pussy clamping around his fingers, causing him to moan deep inside his chest; your body shook from the aftershocks of pleasure.

“I need more,” You instructed breathily, more like a plea than anything else. You felt as if your body was crawling, causing shakes and pulses, a twisting heat growing so big inside you that it hurt. Oh, that small bit of logic still within you was embarrassed at the way you were practically begging Sanji, needing him to make you feel good.

“My pleasure…” He said huskily, immediately tossing all of your embarrassment out the window because, fuck, he was so hot right now, making you feel so good, taking care of you like this--

Then his mouth was on your clit in the next instant, and you could have fucking burst right then and there. Your hips bucked up against his warm tongue, Sanji using his free hand to keep you down, fingers flexing in the fat of your thigh. A contented hum vibrated in his throat and your pussy, making your knees quake.

Bursts of pleasure pulsed through you as Sanji sucked your clit, his fingers continuing their wanton pumping, slower and deeper than before, pressing delectably against your cervix again now that he realized just how frenzied it made you. Your hand twisted in his hair, pulling eagerly as your hips rocked against his mouth, eyes rolling back with sinful mewls. Fuck, his tongue was goddamn perfect, swirling where you were most sensitive, lapping from pussy to clit, teasing as he slowly pulled his fingers from you before plunging back in.

Your legs were already shaking again, buzzing with satisfaction; Sanji groaned deeply at the sweet taste of you, and your knees nearly clamped around his head with a gasp.

His fingers stopped pumping, pulling out of you so he could ravage your pussy with his mouth instead. You jolted as his tongue dove between your folds, his hands tightly grabbing your legs to keep you still.

You threw your head back, drool pooling on your tongue as you rode against Sanji’s mouth, tugging his hair harshly, struggling to keep your legs spread for him. He consumed you like a man starved, licking along the strip of your cunt, diving into you, nipping your clit. Every single touch was like electricity shooting through your veins, body twitching and jumping, at the will of Sanji’s touch.

His tongue was feverish, growing sloppier and more insistent, fucking in and out of you, his own hungry sounds driving you crazy. Your body felt out of your control as you writhed, legs shaky in Sanji’s hands, hips stuttering with each lap of his tongue, fingers twisting tightly in his hair.

“Fuck, please, please--!” You muttered a nearly incoherent mantra as your hips rolled greedily, hands tugging harshly at his scalp. Sanji knew exactly what he was doing to you, mouth gaining urgency, causing your legs to nearly clasp around him again; but still, he kept them wide open in his grip. The titillation was practically unbearable as you wiggled beneath him, crying with delight, quaking as your vision went black with another earth shattering orgasm.

As you came, eyes crossed and expletives escaping you, Sanji continued his ravaging, eating you out as if he couldn’t get enough of your taste. The stimulation was nearly overwhelming, whining high in your throat, hands yanking at his hair again and again because you felt so damn good that it nearly hurt.

He finally relented, coming up for a gasp of air. His lips were shiny with your slick as he grinned wickedly, delighting in your blissed out expression while crawling up your body.

Catching your breath, that scorching heat reignited like an unscratchable itch, causing you to groan desperately in Sanji’s face. He chuckled, an enticing rumble in his chest that made your body ache for him. You could smell your fragrance on his mouth as he hovered over you, arms braced either side of your head as your noses brushed.

“You alright, love?” He spoke against your lips, the taste of yourself drawing another hum from inside you.

You wound your arms tight around Sanji’s neck, catching his lips in an impassioned, feverish kiss. Hooking your ankles around the back of his legs, you drew his body atop yours, rolling your hips against his straining erection and causing him to grunt. Your tongue snaked past his lips, tasting yourself everywhere.

As you rubbed your body with his, Sanji’s hand cupped your jaw with a surprising tenderness. There was something almost romantic about it, and you found that thought so intimidating that you abruptly broke away from the kiss, darkened eyes finding his urgently.

You ached again, the lustful needs of your body feeling like a drug high, pussy still wet and desperate, an ache coiling greedily within you. Sanji’s dick teased you through his trousers, and you ground against it insistently.

“Sanji,” the way you whined out his name caused his cock to twitch, both of you gasping with hunger. Normally, you wouldn’t speak so plainly, but considering you weren’t exactly in your right mind, the words just spilled out of you, “It’s getting worse.” When he raised his brow, you elaborated while slowly grinding against him, “Everytime I come, I need more.”

Sanji’s jaw hung slack, enjoying the way you moved against him, enraptured by your unrestrained ache for him. His voice was low and erotic against your lips, “I told you to use me, didn’t I?”

You whined again desperately. Even as you burned for him, you managed to taunt, “Confident you can keep up?”

But even that quip conjured thoughts of all the ways he could make your body feel good, and your legs flexed hungrily around him. If you weren’t so high with need, you would have glowered at that dangerous look he gave you, but unfortunately, it just made you want him more.

“For you? Oh, I could do this all day.”

You tightened like a spring, a desperate moan in your throat as you clumsily began to fumble with Sanji’s trousers, practically ripping them off in your haste. For a moment, the two of you were an awkward tangle of limbs as he shoved out of the remainder of his clothing, skin hot and sweaty to the touch, dick grazing along your stomach and pelvis as you grew hungrier for him. Your nails raked along every bit of skin you could reach, dragging along his abs and waist, trailing down his back to the curve of his ass, where you dug in just a little.

Sanji propped himself up on his hands, drinking in the sight of you as you ripped off your bra, the final offensive article of clothing flung away blindly. You took the opportunity to cast your gaze down between you, licking your lips as you eyed Sanji’s cock, red and swollen and just right.

God, you couldn’t believe that you’d just written him off this entire time, that all this time you ignored this striking man with his wicked smile and sultry eyes, his goddamn perfect physique and--

“Droolin’, love?” He teased, drawing your eyes back up. Yes you wanted him deep inside you, you wanted to take all of him; but you weren’t so foggy with desire that you couldn’t taunt him back.

“Are you?” You ask with a jeering curve of your brow. Impulsively, you opened your mouth good and wide, sticking your tongue out flat with a look of anticipation.

Sanji let out a long breath at the sight of you like this, his eyes growing dark as he grasped your jaw. Much as you would have enjoyed him to be rougher and more domineering, it wasn’t quite in his nature; no, his grip was firm yet careful, finger and thumb squeezing your cheeks as he drew you up to meet him halfway. Without breaking eye contact, he spit into your open mouth, your body shivering, surprised that he followed through with it. You swallowed with a cheeky, flirtatious smirk.

“Fuck…” Sanji muttered, dragging you up for a brief, searing kiss. You grabbed at his hips, nails digging into his skin, growing impatient for him to make you feel good again. His lips broke from yours, pressing your foreheads together, “How do you want me?”

The question alone made you whine, cunt clenching. The instruction left your mouth before you had time to think about it, “On your back.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Sanji grinned, one arm wrapping around your middle and hastily swapping places with you, sheets tangling as you nearly fell off the edge of the narrow bed.

Your head was swimming with need now that you were on hand and knee over Sanji, so hungry for him that you wasted no time ogling his body or nipping at his skin the way you normally would with a lover. No, you were desperately wet, and you needed him inside you now or else you may lose it.

You felt like an animal, the way you situated yourself over Sanji, reaching between you to give his hard cock a single pump in your hand before guiding him to your entrance.

Staring into one another’s eyes, you sat back on his dick in one slick motion, taking him to the hilt as you both groaned shamelessly, his thighs flexing beneath your ass. You lingered for a moment, cunt pulsing around him, Sanji’s hands gripping your hips, chests heaving. And as if he lit the fire inside you, you began to bounce up and down the length of his shaft.

“My god…” He growled, eyes back and fingers squeezing your hips as you bobbed on his dick, so goddamn slick and wet, bracing your hands atop his sturdy chest. He filled you so well, thick head pushing into you with each drop, sliding between your walls like he was meant to be there.

Oh, being on top was a bad idea, you realized as your eyes crossed, your neediness making you sloppy as you rolled your hips, your bouncing rhythmless as you chased your high. But it felt so good, every damn part of you, the fullness of Sanji’s cock making you dizzy, the way he stretched you out, the way he held onto you almost possessively. Shit, you couldn’t tell what felt best because you were so sensitive, going wild for how deep he reached, for the way his head caught inside you because he couldn’t pull out at this angle, the bit of pressure against your clit each time you moved.

You leaned back, steadying your palms just above Sanji’s knees, the shift causing his dick to meet your cervix, your head lulling back with a cry. You ground your hips in an eager, hectic pattern, clenching and whining at how full you were, gasping as Sanji bucked up into you to get that little bit deeper.

Shit, you were too horny and wet, that damned pollen making you feel like you were on the verge again, every minuscule movement felt good enough to make you cum already. And you knew you would, over and over again, Sanji’s cock fitting like a glove, thrusting against your sensitive clit, filling you to the brim--

“Fucking made for me--” You whimper like a woman possessed as you cum suddenly, abruptly, overwhelmingly. Your nails dug into Sanji’s thighs, body going rigid as you stared up at the ceiling. He twitched inside you, the both of you moaning together at the sensation. If you had the wherewithal, you would have been embarrassed by the thing you blurted out, by the fact that you came so fast again, but already desire was winding back through your body with no end in sight.

“Another one already, love?” Sanji whispered with a mystified grin, lazily rocking his hips with yours, hands trailing up to grope your waist and breasts. All you could do was hum with satisfaction, back arching as he tweaked your nipples. He gave a particularly deep, calculated thrust into you, delighting in the way you mewled, “Ah, but you’re not done yet.”

“Not even close.” You challenged, even as your voice wavered.

Sanji squeezed your breasts firmly, urging you to lean down towards him; he kissed you chastely before dipping his head, your back arching as his tongue swirled one of your peaked nipples.

As he bit and sucked at your breast, his hand massaged your other; his hips slowly began to thrust up into you again. Whimpers spilled past your lips over and over, Sanji’s cock hitting you a little harder each time, his tongue and teeth on your nipple causing your head to spin.

His hands trailed down to grab your ass while his mouth continued ravaging you, giving one cheek a firm slap before pressing you down on his cock. You were so hungry for him, needing more even with him balls deep, needing him like fresh water.

Sanji sucked a dark hickey on the inside of your breast, lips popping as he broke away from your skin. When he looked up at you through his lashes, you cupped his jaw and kissed him earnestly, which was far too intimate considering that this wasn’t supposed to mean anything. The thrust of his hips faltered for a moment, as if he, too, realized the warmth of it, but he quickly sped up his rhythm as if to compensate, skin slapping skin as you groaned into one another’s mouths.

When you gasped for air, you kept your forehead to Sanji’s, the angle of his pelvis rubbing against your clit making you clench and shake. His breath was hot on your lips as his cock drove into you, hand slapping your ass again just to hear you whine.

“I ne-eed--” Your voice hitched, his dick burying particularly good into you, “--need deeper.”

Sanji huffed out an ensnared laugh, thrusting inside you then lingering there. He rolled you against him, captivated by the way your pussy tightened around him, “Deeper?”

You bit down on your lip as he taunted you, grinding your hips together, “Mhm…”

Sanji’s nose grazed along your cheek and down your neck, mouth ghosting along your skin as he spoke lowly, “In that case: up.”

He stopped grinding, spanking your ass again encouragingly. You pushed yourself back to sit atop him, and Sanji’s brows rose pointedly.

“Up.” He repeated, and you then realized what he meant. You lifted off his cock, crying at how empty you were as Sanji pushed out from under you. As he stood, you eyed him up and down like a slab of meat, sighing longingly at his goddamn hypnotically perfect cock. He grasped your chin, tilting your head back to look up at him; he looked good like this, taking charge and commanding.

His gaze trailed from your eyes to your mouth then back to your eyes, a silent instruction that you eagerly obliged, opening your mouth so he could spit into it again. Your cunt tightened as his saliva hit your tongue, wet and needy for him to be back inside you.

Sanji gave you a swift kiss before releasing your chin, watching through hooded eyes as you arranged yourself doggy style before him, though your narrow bed forced you to brace your hands on the wall beside it. You peered back over your shoulder, arching your back impatiently as he simply took a moment to ogle your alluring body.

Just as you were about to whine with frustration, Sanji leaned over you, grabbing at your hips and pressing open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and neck. You pushed your ass back, the full head of his cock brushing against your curves; he took in a deep breath of your scent, face in your hair, causing you to shudder.

His lips were so soft and sweet along your skin - too sweet, considering the carnal need eating you from the inside out. Maybe under any other circumstances you would have enjoyed Sanji’s tenderness - not that you’d dare tell him as much - but at the moment, all you could do was groan insistently while pressing your ass back.

“Sanji, fuck me.” You urged, causing him to lift his head and meet eyes over your shoulder; you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but there was something serious in his gaze. Just as quickly as you noticed it, though, it was gone, Sanji leaning back to regard your ass, one hand squeezing it while he grabbed his erection in the other, lining himself up with your entrance.

His head nudged at your cunt, teasing up and down the slit, prodding at your clit. Just the baiting alone made you yearn, back arching again needily. He met your eyes once more as he slowly sunk into you, this new angle causing vulgar moans to escape you as he so easily bottomed out, filling you completely. Fuck, he got so deep, head just prodding at your uterus, your pussy constricting around his girth.

He lingered, as if allowing you to adjust to his size, though you were so damn wet and high that you just wanted him to fuck you till it hurt. With a drunken look in your face, you pushed back against his hips, mewling with satisfaction, hands flexing against the splintering wall. Behind you, Sanji, too, groaned, reaching around you to swirl his fingers over your swollen clit; the sensation caused your head to lull back, falling onto his shoulder.

You were damn near tempted to beg for him, to plead that he take you rough and quick. But as the words almost left your mouth, Sanji pulled out, stopping when all that was left was his head, before slamming back into you. You yelped with surprise, eyes crossing as he began to pump his hips, sinking into you over and over, so fast and deep that it was nearly painful - exactly how you wanted it, that goddamn mindreader.

The sounds spilling from your lips were so crass and pornographic - you were never so vocal before, but now you simply couldn’t help it. Not with Sanji’s cock buried perfectly between your folds, his hands squeezing your hips, his mouth hot on your skin. You couldn’t be sure if it was the damned plant making you like this or if it was really, simply him.

As Sanji fucked you like he was the one who needed it, you curved back into him, his chest to your back, hair tangling as his heavy panting blew across your face, the angle of your neck allowing you to rest your sweaty forehead against his chin. God, his own grunts of pleasure were all-consuming, making your cunt tighten and your knees shake; you had to grope tightly at the wall for purchase, feeling as if you could lose your grip at any moment.

“This how you want it?” Sanji muttered hoarsely, to which you hummed eagerly, “More?”

“God, ye-es,” You slurred.

He immediately started snapping his hips with even more intensity, a deep cry leaping from you. He leaned into you heavily, bracing his hands on the wall either side of yours, and you felt like you were going to come undone from how good he made you feel, how his hard cock plunged deep into you, how his hips slammed against your ass urgently.

Shit, there were stars in your eyes as you took him, pussy soaking wet and clenching tight, legs shaky with pleasure. You couldn’t help the way your limbs began to dissolve into jelly, struggling to stay upright, arching as you pressed forward, cheek to the wall in front of you, drool teasing as the corner of your mouth.

Feeling you melt on him, Sanji’s arms snaked around you again, cupping your breasts and forcing you back against him, sweat slick between your bodies as the angle change caused you to keen. His hands were delectably rough, one fondling your nipple as the other snaked down to your front, lingering just out of reach from your clit. His fingers splayed across your pelvis, pressing you back into him firmly, holding you steady as his cock thrust up into you.

“Really am made for you,” Sanji grumbled into your hair, teeth nipping at your ear. With the way your head spun, you nearly forgot what you’d said earlier until he recalled it, the gruffness of his words making you pulse around him. He moaned deep in his chest at the feel of you, hips driving with particular intensity, the pressure above your clit making you dizzy.

Sanji’s hand on your breast trailed up your neck to your jaw, urging you to turn your head so he could kiss you sloppily, his tongue shoving hungrily into your mouth, thrusts unrelenting.

When your lips broke apart, he kept you there, forehead to yours as he groaned, “Say it again.”

The request made a spring tighten deep inside, a moan falling from your mouth into his. Again, under different circumstances, you’d be nearly embarrassed by your dirty talk, but now it just made you wetter.

“Your cock was made for me,” You mewled, voice hitching, lips brushing Sanji’s with each word. He whined, hips persistent up against yours, only encouraging you, “Fits me so fucking good--”

Unexpectedly, his cock slammed up hard into you, the both of you yelping as he stiffened and held you tight. You could feel him cumming deep inside, twitching and grunting, filling you to the brim. And you were right there behind him, turned on so much by the fact that he was spilling into you; you lost control with a wild cry, body trembling with your release.

For a long beat, the two of you stayed just like that, tangled together and panting heavily. Your head was still spinning, Sanji’s cum slowly leaking down your thigh; and like the curse that just wouldn’t quit, your body lit up again carnally, ready to keep going and going and going.

“Shit,” Sanji hissed into your hair, finally coming back down to earth.

The both of you quivered as his hands dropped to your hips, easing himself slowly out of you with a low keen; the loss of him caused his seed to ooze out of you, soaking the inside of your legs. He rested his sweaty forehead between your shoulder blades as he caught his breath.

“Sorry, I didn’t think I’d cum that fast.”

You hummed contently, blindly reaching back to knot your fingers through his hair. Even as your body ached for him again, your lips curved up with jest, “You can do this all day?”

To your teasing, Sanji roughly squeezed your hips; you could feel his smile against your clammy skin, “Oh, I promise that. Just gimme five minutes.”

True to his word, Sanji recovered in record time; you spent those few minutes waiting touching yourself, though even that couldn’t make you feel as good as he did. That goddamn pollen was unrelenting - you’d lost track of how many orgasms you had once Sanji returned to you, using his hands and mouth and cock to bring your ruination time and again. And even then, you kept begging for more.

By the time your body had stopped burning, you realized just how spent you really were, muscles aching in all the right ways, limbs quivering even while you did nothing.

Fuck, even once you were back in your right mind, you couldn’t stop thinking about Sanji - that was the best fucking sex of your life, but how the hell could you tell him that? This was your crewmate, your friend, an obnoxious flirt, and, apparently, some kind of sex aficionado, considering all the ways he managed to make you cum. Once he eventually left the safety and comfort of your room, the spell would really be broken, you weren’t sure how you were ever going to look at him normally ever again.

But right now, as you watched him redress slowly - because he was just as worn out as you were - you tried not to let the panic set in. You were certain there was no fucking way you could just be normal with him moving forward. The thought that you and Sanji would be sharing a secret this big made something coil inside you, and for a moment you nearly panicked, thinking that maybe the plant’s effects hadn’t totally worn off and were back with vengeance.

But, no, it had nothing to do with the damned pollen. You realized, frighteningly, that it was completely and utterly you getting worked up thinking about what Sanji was able to do to you; your reaction had nothing to do with that plant at all.

You weren’t certain if Sanji could tell that you were panicking, because you weren’t sure what was going on in his head, either. Yet, when he met your watchful gaze while shrugging into his shirt, he gave you that dazzling, gorgeous grin of his, and you couldn’t help smiling back; though, the butterflies swirling in your stomach filled you with something akin to dread.

Sanji bit the inside of his lip as he studied your face; it seemed like he was trying to make up his mind about something, which only made you more nervous.

Before you could think or react or stop him, Sanji swiftly dipped down to where you lay on the bed, tenderly cupping your cheek and swooping in to steal a kiss that made your heart skip a beat inside your chest.

Shit, maybe this did mean something after all. And that terrified you most of all.

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Addt, Author's Note | Been a little while since I've written smut, so hopefully this wasn't just repetitive or disappointing lol. I don't totally love the ending, but it isn't the worst, so c'est la vie~

"Place it there." You told him, albeit begrudgingly as you turn on the sink again and pour more soap on the battered sponge.

You took a mental note to ask Zeff later about buying new sponges, and if you were lucky to catch him in a good mood, you'll put in a request to get the sink fixed and cleaned. Your eyes scanned over the grime and rust around the area. If you were going to spend the rest of your life washing dishes, then you might as well get a proper kitchen sink to do so.

An amused laugh fell out of the golden haired man you grew up with, surprised at your compliance to do the job you hated. The sound nearly sent your poor heart into a dizzying whirlwind of little nuisances called emotions. "What a hardworking woman."

"I could say the same to you. It seems like you have a new record today." You said while you splashed dirtied bowls with soap water, smiling at him teasingly, "Thought you would've been kicked out of the line by now."

"The old man just can't help but to accept the fact that I am a greater cook than him." He smirked, wiping a knife with a dish cloth. Trying not to roll your eyes, you shook your head at his usual display of arrogance, yet you can't help but to grin as you began to hear scratching sounds against the floors.

"Then you better get those chopped carrots ready." You replied, and when you got to finish your sentence, the doors to the kitchen swung open, revealing the head chef.

Zeff's cold and steely eyes immediately landed on the blond. He walked towards him with a fast pace despite only having one leg, his braided mustache bouncing in each step.

"Aye, aye, aye. Why haven't you started on the carrots yet, little eggplant? Can you get any slower?" He scolded, loud enough for the whole staff to hear, but none of them even flinched. You returned back to your plates and glasses, smiling softly. This was part of your routine everyday: to listen in their silly arguments.

However, before the younger chef can reply, you butted in, "Sanji fetched some of the plates for me. Since there's a lunch rush, I couldn't leave the kitchen."

Zeff let out a low hum. You couldn't even see Sanji's face, but you knew him well enough to know that he was smiling triumphantly, knowing that he won this time. After a few minutes of contemplating, the head chef clicked his tongue. "Don't defend him, little lass. But I'll let it slip this time. What are you waiting for, then? Start cutting them!"

"Yes, chef." Sanji answered in a jovial manner, placing the carrots on a chopping board.

Twisting the faucet lever so that the water flow from the sink is gentle and quiet, you then paid attention to their little banters every now and then. You brought up a wine glass and positioned it by your side to try to get a glimpse of the two most important men in your life. Through their reflection on the glass, you can see Zeff hunching over Sanji's knifework, nodding every time the vegetables were correctly sliced.

On the other hand, Sanji was unbothered by the head chef's observations and continued to cut the ingredients calmly. Some of the strands in his hair fell down on one side of his face, covering an eye, and most people would think that it was an unusual way of styling hair; yet it was one thing out of many that you loved the most about him.

You accepted it years ago.

You accepted the fact that you somehow fell in love with Sanji Vinsmoke along your weird journey of working in a sea restaurant full of former pirates and making music while at it. How the pesky feelings grew and wrapped themselves around your aching heart, you didn't know. Maybe it was when he learned to cook your favorite food and gave it to you afterwards, or the way his crystal blue eyes reminded you of snowflakes every winter.

Or maybe it was when he pulled your hair out of jealousy the moment he learned that Zeff would be taking in another child in his care, but brushed it and even braided it after the latter cleared the misunderstanding. Maybe it was when he supported you in your dreams and told you they weren't silly, maybe it was when he fought off drunk men that were trying to hit on you. Or maybe it was the way his voice would drop an octave lower whenever he asks you for a favor. The list could go on and on and you still wouldn't know the reason why. It doesn't matter anyway. You tripped, you fell, and now you're pining.

Drying off the last of the plates, you washed your own hands after and patted them dry on your skirt. You were the last one to leave the kitchen, the other staff already back in their quarters after a long, exhausting day of cooking. You fixed the signature blue bandana tied in your hair then went on your way towards the upper deck.

You weren't blessed with a talent in cooking, so you offered to do chores instead. Washing the dishes, cleaning the restaurant, and doing the laundry were few of the things you do in the Baratie. You can't say that you enjoy it, but you were beyond grateful that Zeff gave you a chance despite his opposition to let a woman work inside his restaurant.

As you were about to go to the newly laundered clothes you hung on a thin wire earlier that morning, you heard two voices speaking. You also smelled cigarette smoke wafting through the air, and you only knew one person who could be smoking at this hour. Your breath hitched in anticipation.

"You bringing a woman to your bed again, Sanji?" The other person asked playfully, but there was a hint of disbelief in his voice. You carefully took a peek so you won't accidentally reveal yourself and be accused of eavesdropping. Two people came into view with their backs facing you.

"Now, what are you talking about, Patty? I am a gentleman. I only had a nice chat with the lovely lady and escorted her back to her ship." Sanji interjected, a cigarette hanging on his lips.

Patty huffed. "I didn't know that chatting included kiss marks on jawlines."

This caused Sanji to laugh and say, "Not my fault she was charmed by my food."

"The boss man ain't gonna like it when he finds out about this."

"He's not gonna find out." Sanji assured him, wiping off the said kiss mark on his jaw. You stared at him as he did so, and you pitied the woman who planted that kiss, knowing she was just one of the many beautiful ladies Sanji had flirted with before. However, a tinge of pain in your chest said otherwise, taunting you that it was not pity you're feeling, but foul jealousy.

"Why don't you look for more decent women, eh? How about 'little lass' for a change?" Patty suddenly suggested.

It was like someone had hit your stomach with one of the metal pans in the kitchen with the way it lurched in surprise and nervousness. Your heartbeat started to quicken the longer you waited for his response, making your grip on your skirt tighter. In moments like these, you allowed yourself to hope, to wish that he saw something in you and that he finds you beautiful and lovely enough to be the person standing by his side.

But his answer made all that hope crumble down into nothing but dust.

"I don't see her that way." Sanji said after a long stretch of silence, taking a long drag from the cigarette then releasing the smoke in a single breath.

Ah.

You blinked repeatedly, trying to keep the tears from forming. It's always been like this, so why can't you get used to it? Taking a deep breath, you gulped away the knot forming in your throat and decided to leave. You can grab the clothes later.

"You're too kind for him." Someone behind you spoke, making you jump and tense up. Turning around, you saw Zeff looking at you with an unreadable emotion in his eyes and his hands on his hips, almost like he knew your secret. Of course he does. He always sees everything.

You stumbled on your words. "Sir?"

"That boy is always up to something." He began, switching his attention to Sanji. "One minute he's stubbornly immature in the kitchen, and the next he'll be a thirsty man staring at women like they're liquid booze."

Clearing your throat, you forced a smile.

"Well, he can be a lot sometimes." You agreed, remembering the days when the two of you would fight over irrelevant matters. Then you chuckled and continued, "But he's kind. He's gentle, and lovely, like a freshly made poem you keep repeating in your head. But then he's also confusing, hot-headed, and reckless. He's like the sea, isn't he? Calm yet wrapped with mystery, dangerous yet beautiful..."

You trailed off, an unbearable heat rising up your cheeks and neck once you slowly began to realize that you just ranted out your feelings to the head chef. You glanced at him with wide eyes, preparing to see a disgusted look on his face; however, Zeff didn't appear to be repulsed by your little speech. In fact, the corners of his lips were slightly quirked up.

"But I cannot swim. If I were to drown, he wouldn't save me." You quickly added, hoping to shut down the topic.

He sighed. "You will meet someone who deserves you as much as you deserve them, little lass." He simply said. He then laid his hand out, and on his palm was a little box poorly tied with a ribbon. "Here, for you."

Altnough you were a bit confused at the random gift, you accepted it and cradled the box to your chest. "I'll be okay, Zeff." You insisted, grinning cheekily. "When I become famous, I'll sing my songs here in Baratie, and people would flood the restaurant to hear my singing. And to eat your food too, of course."

The head chef nodded, relief flooding his expression. "I look forward to that." He said while awkwardly returning your smile.

That night, when you were sure that everyone in the Baratie was asleep, you opened the loose floorboard on the floors of your bedroom and grabbed the wooden box you kept hidden for a long time now. You opened the lid and began counting the Berry you saved for the past few months.

Tomorrow was the perfect day to leave.

You just can't stay here. Yes, you had a roof over your head, delicious food to eat everyday, and clean clothes to wear but you were so miserable. This wasn't the life you wanted. You wish to go out there, sing your heart out, and fall in love with someone who actually loves you back.

A knock on your door made you freeze. You held your breath as the person on the other side continued to knock a few more times. "You awake?"

Pain surged through your veins, your chest twisting in agony. Sanji.

"You didn't come down for dinner. I guess you're too tired, hmm?" He said, his muffled voice gentle, and the sound almost prompted you to stand up and open the door for him. But you dug your fingernails in your palms and resisted, because you can't just let this opportunity pass by.

You heard a brief clinking sound before Sanji spoke again, "Sweet dreams, ange."

Once his footsteps faded away, you cautiously moved towards your door and opened it as quietly as you can. There, on the floor, was a small plate with a slice of your favorite desert: angel's food cake, topped with fresh cream and strawberries.

You bent down and saw a note beside the plate. And when you got to read the contents of the note, you burst into tears and sobs that wracked down your entire body.

Happy Birthday

— S.

You ate the cake with tears silently falling down your cheeks, and that was the first time you failed to leave Sanji Vinsmoke.

⸻ • ⸻

Today was the day, and you won't allow anyone to ruin it for you.

You had saved enough Berries to travel around the world and sustain yourself for the upcoming months. Your notebook containing the lyrics of the songs you wrote laid open on top of your bed as you spent all night revising them while planning out an itinerary. Then you'll find a place to settle in, a stable job that required doing what you loved the most, and overall just be peaceful and free from pirates and chefs and pirate chefs. It was perfect.

Folded clothes surrounded you everywhere, ready to be packed in your bags. Once you finished stuffing them all in, you grabbed your treasured instrument, the one thing you couldn't live without: your guitar, which has been with you since you were a little child. It was given by your mother and you've been attached to it ever since.

It has scratches all over its wooden surface, and the strings needed some fixing occassionally, but you wouldn't trade it for the greatest treasures in the world. You ran your fingers over it, suddenly feeling like it was lacking something. Seeing the paint chipping off at the corners, you figured that it needed a little color.  You'll need lacquer, and paint if you managed to find some.

You set the guitar aside and left your bedroom to head downstairs to the kitchen. As you were about to push the doors open, a loud, angry shout made you stop in your tracks.

"I won't ever become a pathetic waiter for you!" Sanji's thunderous yells can be heard from outside. Your shoulders tensed up. It was a good thing that brunch was over and all the customers had left.

Zeff's own furious voice followed, "Leave then, for all I care! You can do anything you want, but don't you ever serve one of your shit dishes in my kitchen!"

A frown settled on your face. Their fights were a normal occurrence to you, but this one sounded more grave than usual. Crossing your arms, you stepped in closer to the entrance and hesitated whether you should go in or not. Before you could make a decision, Zeff beat you to it by pushing the doors open, rage emanating from his figure as he ignored and walked past you.

Without hesitation this time, you entered the kitchen, greeted by the sight of Sanji bowing over the counter, breathing heavily, his face covered with his hair. He didn't move an inch even as you approached him, the clacking of the heels in your boots echoing throughout the room.

Both of you were silent as you rummaged through cabinets, trying to find lacquer to cover your guitar with, while he tried his best to calm himself down after his outburst. Many cupboards later, you finally found a small can of used up lacquer, but as you started to reach for it, your hand completely stopped mid-air.

You looked over your shoulder, and found Sanji already recovered from the argument seeing that he was on the move again, preparing a cut of beef tenderloin and other ingredients he needed for tonight's dinner.

Slowly, you closed the cupboard and went closer to him. He still refused to look at you. And so you watched him place a bag of flour on the countertop, slices of cold butter, and a variety of spice bottles to season the meat with.

Sanji began to wrap twine around the beef tenderloin. You sighed, and before you could stop yourself, you grabbed a bowl and decided to help him. Your guitar can wait.

It was rare for you to cook inside the kitchen, having so little knowledge about food and how they were prepared, but you knew this recipe well. You poured two cups of flour through the sifter, followed by placing heaps of the cold butter in the mixture.

The moment you started to mix the dough for the puff pastry, Sanji quickly pointed out in a monotone voice, "You're adding too much butter."

You raised your head and glanced at him, his attention now on the meat he was searing on a skillet. You smiled, glad that he was speaking again.

"You're beginning to sound like the old man himself." You joked lightly.

His jaw clenched. "Don't compare me to that shitty geezer."

In a softer voice, you asked, "What happened?"

"The usual." He replied curtly. "Didn't approve of my dishes."

You perked up upon hearing about a dish he made himself. Sanji was talented when it comes to creating his own recipes, and sometimes, you would be the person he chooses to test them out. Every time he lets you taste them, your chest would feel warm and you wouldn't be able to sleep for days because you'll keep replaying it in your head. "What did you make this time?"

"It doesn't matter. He'll never agree to any of them."

"Maybe I can—"

"Drop it. Don't poke your nose in things you're not involved." Sanji cut you off, his hardened gaze meeting your concerned stare. You only blinked at him, straightening up.

"I see." You muttered, eyes landing on the bag of flour. You looked at him, then at the flour, then back at him. A smile began to form on your lips as a devious plan formulated itself in your brain. Sticking your hand inside the bag of flour, you took a fistful of the pillowy powder and threw it straight into his face.

Sanji jumped back, flinching and closing his eyes when some of the flour's particles managed to enter them. His jaw dropped open in surprise, hands quickly removing themselves from the skillet's handle to dust off the flour that rested on his now white hair. You tried to stifle a laugh as you watched him struggle getting the flour out.

Once he managed to clean himself, he stared straight at you and said in the calmest way possible, even if you knew deep inside that he was fuming, "What was that for?"

A high-pitched snort left your mouth. You covered it to prevent yourself from laughing.

You cleared your throat and smiled at him innocently. "Am I involved now?"

His piercing blue eyes then started to sparkle with mirth, amusement replacing the vexation previously swimming in them. He also looked to be trying to push down a smile, and that made your heart skip a beat. "You're insufferable."

He reached for the bag of flour. You squeaked and took off running, trying to escape from his attack, but he still managed to throw a small amount on you. Giggling, you ran the opposite direction to confuse him, and yet he caught up with you, throwing another round of flour. This time, it hit your cheeks, making you laugh loudly. He laughed along, pointing a finger at you because you probably looked crazy at the moment.

You tried to take the bag of flour away from him, but he just took it an as opportunity to catch your arm and grip it firmly. He pulled you into his chest, caging you completely.

With your cheeks warm and your breaths short, you tilted your head up and looked at him, noticing the way that you were both covered in flour; and not only that, you also noticed the short distance between your bodies and how your noses were almost touching. His pupils were dilated, black dominating the alluring blue shade that kept haunting your dreams. You drank in the attention he was giving you, the breathing coming out from his soft lips, and the comfortable silence that wrapped around the both of you like a safe little bubble.

"Caught you." Sanji muttered, voice deeper and huskier, making you let out a quiet sigh. His arms snaked around your waist as he leaned in closer. A million questions started to run inside your head, begging to know what this situation was and how you got into it. "Nowhere to run now, darling."

A slamming of doors shattered the secret moment you shared, and you immediately pulled away from each other. You pushed down your disappointment and hid it in the secret crevice in your heart as the two of you faced your intruder.

Zeff observed your flour-laden figures, his thick eyebrows scrunched together in irritation. He then demanded, voice seething and dripping with anger, "What in the hell are you two little brats doing?"

Sanji blurted out in defense, "Zeff, we—she was the one who started it!"

"And you went along with it!" You accused incredulously, grinning from ear-to-ear. Sanji grinned back, shaking his head and biting his lower lip.

"Oh, shut up before I stitch your mouths! Just by looking at you two, I already know that you snot-nosed shits are both at fault!" Zeff shouted, clicking his tongue at the sight of the half emptied flour. "Wasted them good flour for your childish fights. You're even worse than fatwits. Get out and clean the toilets!"

"Not the shitty toilets!" Sanji groaned, and you couldn't blame him for it. The bathroom area smelled revolting and the floors were always wet for some reason.

"I don't wanna hear complaints from you when you've dirtied my kitchen! Off you go!" Zeff dismissed, and you can't help but to laugh again when you saw Sanji pout like a little kid.

The head chef watched the two of you leave the kitchen together while giggling and exchanging fond looks. Patty, who also saw the whole situation unfold, suddenly appeared beside him, snickering, "I can already hear the wedding bells ringing."

Zeff took a deep, tired breath.

"Oh, they're ringing alright."

You cleaned and scrubbed the toilets the entire afternoon with the man you're in love with, flushing your plans down the drain and forgetting all about them, and that was the second time you failed to leave Sanji Vinsmoke.

⸻ • ⸻

You didn't know how you ended up in a ship full of pirates.

Well, maybe you knew. A little. But it wasn't supposed to be like this.

Your knuckles were beginning to turn white with how tight you were clenching them. A mix of emotions swirled around in your chest, namely confusion, impatience, and hesitation, pondering about whether you should be irritated at yourself or at Sanji.

The opportunity was there, handed to you like a steak on a golden platter, or a miracle that suddenly fell from the sky. The day you met Luffy and his strange pirate crew was the day you immediately realized that he was the key to your exit from the Baratie. He was friendly; a good pirate, according to his own words, so you figured he would allow you to tag along for a while until you find an island to get off to. You just had to ask for his permission and wait for his reply.

Luffy agreed. And you were ecstatic. You were finally going to leave Sanji Vinsmoke and your pathetic, unrequited feelings behind.

Or so you thought.

You watched in horror as he followed you when you boarded the Going Merry, also carrying a bag of his own. He said something along the lines of Luffy needing a cook for the journey to the Grand Line but you couldn't care less. You got here first. Why was he here?

So here you were, sitting in a corner, lonelier than ever and regretting your life decisions. You watched Luffy and his friends celebrate after defeating the pirate Arlong and saving Coco Village from his inhuman hold over its people, but Sanji and the beautiful orange haired Nami were nowhere in sight.

The thought of them being gone together at the same time left a bitter aftertaste on your tongue.

Nami. The first time you laid eyes on her, ethereal was the word that came up to your mind. With soft deep saffron locks that framed her small face and a wide blue eyed gaze, she would have the cruelest of men begging for mercy and affection at her feet.

Unfortunately, Sanji was one of those men.

Fuck, you cursed mentally, rubbing your face with your hands to try and forget about the times he flirted with her and the moments he wouldn't stop talking about her or kept asking about her favorite food or dessert or if she's into blonds. Your already battered heart doesn't need the usual reminder that he'll never see you that way, that you weren't going to experience his sweet words and his loving gazes.

You took a sharp breath. It's okay, you tell yourself over and over again until they were buried in your heart. They'll make a great pair, Sanji the cook and Nami the thief. A strong man with an equally strong woman. Yes. That makes sense.

You'll leave soon anyway, and you'll no longer have to worry about seeing them or how they were going to end up together.

And yet you can't help but to think about the things that could've been if you were the one he was in love with instead.

You were crossing your arms and hugging yourself as the crisp afternoon air was getting chilly when a hand gripping a shot glass filled with amber liquid appeared in front of you. Looking up, you saw Luffy smiling widely at you, waving the glass encouragingly.

"Come on, just one drink! Usopp poured this for you!" The captain exclaimed heartily, obviously trying to uplift your spirits and to make you feel welcomed in his crew, even though you did nothing but to guard the Going Merry while they were fighting for their lives.

You shook your head and smiled politely. "No, I don't drink. Sorry."

Luffy's smile faltered, but he recovered quickly. He nodded, setting the glass down on top of a barrel. "Well, okay." He said, then turned to Usopp, who was currently downing a whole bottle of whiskey. "Hey, where's Nami?"

"Oh, she's with the cook," Usopp replied cheekily, wiping his mouth after drinking. There was a teasing tone in his voice as he continued, "Someone's getting a boyfriend tonight!"

With that said, you reached for the shot glass that Luffy was offering you earlier, grabbed it swiftly, and poured the whole thing down your throat. The whiskey tasted unfamiliar, and it burned and made you dizzy at first taste, but it doesn't matter; as long as it can make you forget just for a little while, you were willing to drink more of the horrible beverage.

Zoro, the green haired swordsman and the captain's first mate, stared at you as if you had lost your mind, but a tinge of concern was visibly written on his face. "Woah, slow down." He warned sternly.

"I thought you didn't drink." Was all Luffy said, blinking in confusion. You chuckled tiredly.

"Now I do."

Drink after drink, glass after glass. You lost count on how many times Usopp poured whiskey for you, or how many times Zoro shook his head in disbelief. Luffy was the same old happy-go-lucky captain throughout the disaster that was starting to brew inside you, turning your brain into mush. You can barely lift your head or your fingers as you asked for another shot in an incoherent voice. Luckily, Usopp was still able to understand you, tipping the whiskey bottle yet again towards your glass.

You started to raise the glass to your lips, eager to just get severely drunk and be over with it already. However, you suddenly felt strong fingers wrap around your wrist to stop you from drinking; and when you caught sight of a familiar silver ring with Baratie's jolly roger inlaid upon it, you didn't need to look up to know who it was.

Sanji's voice was unnervingly calm as he questioned the crew, but the slight shake in his words lets you know otherwise. "Which one of you allowed her to drink?"

"No one. She took the glass and made the decision herself." Zoro drawled, challenging the chef, "The last time I checked, waiter, you were supposed to be the one responsible for her."

Sanji ignored him and turned his attention to you. He stole the shot glass away from you, then kneeled and held your hands comfortingly, smiling. "Come on, ange. It's time for you to rest now." He said quietly, yet loud enough for only you to hear.

You stubbornly shook your head repeatedly and whined loudly. "No! Don't touch me!" You cried, prying your hands away from his, "I don't like you...!"

Zoro huffed in amusement at your declaration. Sanji glared at him for a short second before looking at you again. This time, he stood and gently placed his arms under your shoulders to raise you up. Once you were standing on your feet, he swept you up and carried you bridal style with ease. Another whine escaped your lips.

"Put me down! I want another drink, please, just one more!" You pleaded while throwing weak punches on his chest. Sanji only smiled and began to lead you towards the sleeping quarters. You continued to thrash in his arms as he walked slowly and in small steps so he wouldn't drop you.

Sanji carefully set you down on your hammock. "No drinks for you until you actually learn how to take them." He told you, tucking a stray piece of your hair behind your ear. His thumb caressed the soft skin of your cheek and rubbed it in circles, noting how fast you were heating up due to the alcohol. You pouted.

"Pretty please, Sanji...please..."

He chuckled, staring at you intensely. "Maybe some other time, ange."

You went quiet, staring back at him with half-lidded eyes. Then, you crossed your arms like a child and asked, "Why do you keep calling me that?"

Sanji raised a brow. "Call you what? Ange?"

You nodded. "I don't like it."

He began to smile, the dimples on his cheeks appearing. You briefly wondered if he'd allow you to poke and feel them. "Why?"

"I don't know what it means. Is it an insult?" You wondered aloud, your eyes widening in curiosity.

A hearty and warm laugh came out from Sanji, his eyes forming half-moons as he cackled at your words like they were the biggest joke he heard in his entire life, "Oh, my dear girl, how could I possibly insult you?" He managed to speak between laughs, "It means angel. You're an angel, to me at least. My angel."

Oh.

Your lips parted in surprise. Blinking, you simply said, "You're not Sanji."

He's not Sanji. He wouldn't call you angel; you're not even sure if he found you beautiful or attractive. You wear the same old tattered dresses that Zeff bought for you a long time ago, and you didn't even bother to style your hair or put on face powder like all the other beautiful ladies do. You look nowhere near to an angel.

But Sanji only grinned. "I assure you, I am very much Sanji. The little brat who pulled your hair when we were barely eleven years old."

Your breath hitched at the thought of him remembering one of your fond memories in your childhood. "You remembered."

"Of course I remembered." He whispered, cupping your cheek one last time before he got ready to leave. He turned on his heel and was about to walk away when you spoke.

"Are you going to see her again?" You asked, and he quickly noticed how broken your voice sounded. Sanji faced you in concern and was taken aback with how deep you were frowning. He figured that you were just drunk and women tend to be different when they were intoxicated. You were no exception to that, it seemed.

"Hm?" He hummed, prompting you to elaborate further.

Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes. You shakily mumbled, "Nami...you're going to Nami, aren't you?"

Sanji froze, an icy cold rush filling up his body. A knot formed in his throat, and it continued to tighten the longer he stared at your face. You looked so hurt—like he just destroyed your beloved guitar into pieces. Your lower lips were trembling, your eyes glistening with unshed tears. For a moment, he couldn't find the courage to answer you, feeling like he could die at any second now if he answers your question.

But the answer was simple.

"Yes." He breathed out, a sharp pain stabbing through his heart.

And it only became worse when a teardrop finally rolled down your cheek. "Why?" You rasped, and Sanji didn't know that a single word can hurt this much.

He tried to give you a reassuring smile but awfully failed to do so. He started to explain, "We were just discussing something—"

"Why not me?"

Those three words coming out of your mouth felt like a final blow to his heart. He can feel himself bleed, drained of life and soul because of you and your words alone, and he let you. He let you kill him, he let you make him swim in his own guilt and he doesn't why, why, why.

More tears fell out of your angelic eyes, staining your cheeks with wet trails, and he tried to hold himself back from wiping them off. You choked out, "Why not me, Sanji? I have been asking myself that question for the past decade, and it eats my brain every night like some kind of plague, but I let it anyway. Because why? Why can't you just recognize me and appreciate me and see me? Why can't you go to me if you want to talk about your dreams, or what dish you're planning to create? Why do you have to seek solace in other women when you have me standing by your side everyday, me who is willing to listen to you and whatever you have to say?"

Angry, red rimmed eyes glared at him. Your hair strands stuck to your skin and framed your face as sweat began to form on your forehead. Teardrops clung to your wet eyelashes and your face was drenched like you just took a swim in the ocean. You were burning with fury and rage and want, struggling to breathe properly after your little rant, and Sanji thought you couldn't be more beautiful. You were so beautiful.

"Oh but I couldn't blame you for that. She's just so beautiful, so perfect, and so strong. She could give you anything you wanted and she could be anything that I never was." You hiccuped, smiling forcibly, "But in the end...I will still love you. I will always love you. I think."

You scooted closer to him, leaning in until your faces only had a few inches apart between them. You didn't notice how his lips were slightly parted in shock, nor his eyes that were starting to glisten with his own tears. "No matter where I flee to, or where I lay my heart on, or which skies I look at—it's always you, Sanji. It's always been you."

"I had been so selfless all these years, Sanji. So please, can you pretend to like me too, just for today, before I leave?" You whispered meekly, cupping his cheeks with both of your hands. Numb and completely speechless, Sanji simply gave you a single nod as a response.

You gingerly pressed your lips against his, and he immediately tasted the saltiness of your tears. But your lips were soft, as he expected from an angel like you. And so he couldn't help himself; he closed his eyes and delicately kissed you back, repeating your name in his mind like a sacred prayer and wishing to the stars above to not let the moment end.

However, you broke the kiss by losing consciousness and falling down on your hammock, knocked out and peacefully snoring.

Sanji spaced out, not moving from his position. No. It's not that he didn't want to move—he couldn't move. He couldn't feel anything except for the drumming of his heart, knocking on his chest desperately. His lips were still tingling and his ears and neck were warming up.

He gulped, loosening the collar of his shirt to cool himself down. He needed a cigarette. And a drink.

Scrambling to get up even with his trembling legs, Sanji managed to stand properly. He avoided your sleeping figure and decided to get out of the room as soon as possible. However, when he took a step forward, his foot touched a notebook lying on the floor.

Sanji bent down and took the notebook. He flipped it open, and after reading only the first page, he finally came into a conclusion.

Heartbroken, drunk, and unaware, you dozed off the rest of the afternoon. When nightfall settled on the azure horizon and dusk fell on the rough surface of the sea, you missed the chance to walk away from the crew yet again; and that was the third time you failed to leave Sanji Vinsmoke.

⸻ • ⸻

The next morning, you woke up feeling much better with only the memory of you drinking and crying yourself to sleep and nothing else. Everything was normal, and the crew began to make plans for their next adventure during breakfast.

Everything was normal, except for Sanji, who was quiet throughout the whole discussion. And of course, just like always, you were the only one who noticed his strange behavior. You tried to catch his eyes, but he looked at everywhere except you.

When he finally met your gaze, you gave him a soft smile, hoping he would smile back and everything was fine and you were just overthinking it.

He doesn't.

⸻ • ⸻

"Are you really going to leave?"

Taking your gaze away from the heart shaped cloud you spotted on the clear blue sky, you faced the person who asked the question you were dreading for some time now. Luffy was staring curiously at you, awaiting your answer. You can't help but to smile softly at the captain, whose kindness you have yet to repay.

"I believe we already talked about this, captain." You said, recalling your short conversation last night. He kept asking you if you were really sure about your decision while his eyes darted to a certain blond haired chef every time he shoots you the question. It was strange, and you felt even more suspicious when Sanji pretended not to hear your answer and even refused to glance your way.

Luffy put his hands on his hips. "You know, you're welcome to stay and be a part of my crew."

You crossed your arms, smile growing wide. "And what, pray tell, is my role? Sing battle songs and chant your names while you swing your gummy arms at pirates?" You joked playfully.

The young captain stroked his chin in deep thought, almost like he was considering your suggestion. "That's not a bad idea."

You bursted out laughing, shaking your head in disbelief, "I'll leave first thing in the morning. I told Nami to dock at a nearby island."

"What about Sanji?" He suddenly questioned, leaving you flabbergasted for a split second. You weren't prepared to hear Sanji's name after days of not talking to him properly.

Him not speaking with you wasn't a strange occurence at all; back when you were still in the Baratie, there would be days when Sanji wouldn't bother to acknowledge your presence and would completely ignore you. This would happen whenever he was extremely busy with his cooking or he had a disagreement with Zeff.

And it seemed like this was one of those days, seeing that he had been ignoring you for about a week now. Yes, you have been keeping count. Although he doesn't appear to be angry with you, the short-lived exchanges and the abrupt cut-offs before you could say anything deeply concerned you more than it should have.

You tried to rack your brains for reasons on why he was acting like this. Maybe Nami had rejected him for the hundredth time, or Zoro kept throwing insults in his direction—or maybe his cigarette packet had ran out. Maybe his kitchen knives weren't sharp anymore and he was struggling in the kitchen.

Should you ask him? Should you go to him and demand him to tell you what's wrong?

You pressed your lips together. It sounded like the worst idea you've thought of so far. You convinced yourself that Sanji was fine and he'd be back to normal in no time; there would no need to talk to him.

"What about him?" You faltered, chuckling to ease the tension in your body.

"You care for each other." Luffy explained bluntly and matter-of-factly, "What does he think about you leaving?"

A shaky sigh made its way out of your lips. How will you tell the captain that his cook has been avoiding you like you were some kind of rotten fish these days?

"I..." You stammered, gathering the courage to lie to Luffy even if you thought it would be the gravest sin you could commit, "He...agrees. Yeah. No need to worry."

Luffy grinned, but it didn't look normal at all. You winced in embarrassment. He knew that you were lying and was totally unconvinced.

Luckily, he didn't voice it out. He only nodded and said, "Great! Oh, I have an idea! Why don't you sing for us before we part ways? Think of it as a farewell party for the crew."

Hearing the pure and genuine excitement dripping from his voice, you couldn't turn him down. It was a good idea too, and now that you thought about it, you haven't performed for them yet. "Sure." You agreed, shrugging.

He raised his fist up in the air and cheered. You smiled, watching as he shouted for his crewmates' names to come down and listen to you sing. You prepared yourself for an impromptu performance, making sure that your guitar was properly tuned and your voice was clear enough to give you the best version of your singing. Sitting on top of a barrel, you faced your audience of four, all their eager eyes watching your every move.

As you struck the first chord to your song, you tried hard not to think that Sanji wasn't there to watch you sing the song you secretly dedicate to him.

In the kitchen, Sanji busied himself by plating the food that he'll serve to his fellow crew mates for dinner. He grabbed a large plate and placed the chicken drumsticks that his captain favored, but Luffy wasn't the one in his mind when he cooked those. Looking at the food, he wondered if you would love them too.

He shook his thoughts off and took the plate with him outside. Approaching the crew, his steps slowed down when he heard a familiar singing voice and a melodic tune of a guitar.

Sanji almost dropped the plate.

It was you. Of course it was you, you were the only one he knew who had a voice like that. It was you, and you were singing with a lovely smile painted on your sweet lips, the very same lips that touched his a few days ago, resulting in him not getting a wink of sleep every night. The beam of the sunset right behind you colored your hair in the different shades of the sky as the dulcet-filled notes you made echoed throughout the vast sea. For a moment, he was worried that you were going to attract ferocious sea beasts with your angelic voice and steal you away from him.

He could hear his blood pound in his ears the longer he observed you from afar. You looked happy. Happier than you were when you stayed with him and Zeff. His chest tightened, knowing that you leaving and go on adventures on your own was probably the best decision you could make, even if that means leaving him too.

You were finishing up your song by the time you saw Sanji standing behind Usopp, silently listening. He met your gaze, and for the first time ever, you couldn't read his mind. His expression was blank as you stared at each other, and as you opened your mouth to say something, he cut you off.

"Dinner's ready." Sanji announced shortly, setting down the plate in front of Luffy and then walked away without saying another word.

That was your final straw. You immediately put down your guitar and followed him into the kitchen. You didn't care about how you felt Nami's watchful eyes on you as you went after him, nor how Luffy was scarfing down the dinner and was definitely going to finish it all before you could take a bite; you just chased the blond with determination oozing out of you.

You roughly pushed the door open and found Sanji washing the pans he used for cooking. He glanced at you briefly then quickly looked away after. This irritated you even more as you demanded, "Is there something bothering you?"

"You should eat before the food gets cold." He said with an empty voice.

"Sanji!"

He stiffened. You rarely raised your voice at anyone. Sighing in defeat, he dried off his hands and fully faced you.

Your eyes were sharper than his knives, cutting straight into his soul. "I've known you for a long time now, do you think I don't notice whenever you have a problem?" You glowered, taking a step closer to him, "You have a problem. What is it?"

It happened fast. His hand landed on the small of your back and pulled you to his chest, and the other was placed on top of your cheek, and in a single motion, Sanji captured your lips with his. You gasped in the kiss, your heart dropping to the soles of your feet when he tilted his face to deepen it. Your fingers tightly grasped the sleeves of his shirt for support as he passionately moved his lips against yours. A pleasant heat ran down your spine, your whole body tingling and warming up. You were simply drowning. There was no other way to describe it, and it was only caused by his fervent kisses.

Sanji pulled away, resting your forehead on top of yours, and you took it as an opportunity to breathe in air that you lost. "You are the problem." He murmured lowly, eyes darting down to your swollen lips. Confused and lightheaded, you didn't get the chance to retort.

"Ever since that night, ange, you occupy my thoughts. You gave me a taste of your lips and you didn't even remember the next day. Do you know how that feels, hm?" He said, pecking your lips once again. You made a noise in the back of your throat, turning your head sideways so he couldn't kiss you anymore, but he took your chin and hungrily connected both of your lips.

He spoke between kisses, "You torture me. Ever since I read those songs you wrote about me in that little notebook of yours, you torture me with your presence."

That was when you snapped out of your daze. With all the force you could muster, you placed your hands on his chest and pushed him away. Sanji stepped back, surprised at your reaction.

Without giving him a chance to ask you anything, you ran off and left the kitchen, slamming the door loudly so you wouldn't hear him calling your name and be tempted to go back in his arms again.

You arrived in the sleeping quarters, locking the door behind you. You were sure that the others would understand you needing your alone time. Once you made sure you were on your own, your body collapsed altogether, your back sliding down against the door as you panted heavily.

He knows, was all you could think about. He knows about the songs. He knows about your feelings.

Well, you finally got your answer to your previous question, but a more complicated one replaced it. With trembling hands, your fingers raised themselves to your lips, touching its surface. You hated the way that you still felt his warmth on top of them.

A lone tear slid down the side of your nose. He was cruel. Sanji was cruel.

You didn't come out of that room for days, refusing to talk to anyone as you gathered your scrambled throughts and pulled yourself back together, and that was the fourth time you failed to leave Sanji Vinsmoke.

⸻ • ⸻

A stack of books, most of them being a collection of maps compiled in one, rested beside you while you flipped through the pages of the one you chose among them.

Nami has been lending you her books ever since you shut yourself out from the crew. You ignored all of them and only let Nami in, hoping that she'll be able to understand you; and she did. She was a good listener. Although you weren't particularly close with each other, you trusted her and told her everything: your dreams, your problems, your feelings, and Sanji. In return, she confided in you too.

"Here. So you can finally decide on where you will go to," You recall her saying while she handed you her collection of world map books, "and to distract yourself, of course."

"You're too kind, Nami." You said in admiration. Maybe this is why Sanji was enamored with her. She was a beauty inside and out.

Nami shrugged, yet she was smiling. "Just helping a fellow woman out."

The books did take your mind off the stubborn blond haired man that was still resting inside your heart, even if it was only for a fleeting moment. You tried to search for islands that will be suitable for you to start your career, narrowing some of them down into choices, but your eyes wil always lead back to where the Baratie was stationed.

You leaned back against your chair, letting your head hit the wall with a soft thud as you released a sigh of frustration. Not only will you need to prepare yourself for a journey all alone, but you also have to talk to Sanji sooner or later, whether you like it or not. The kiss distracted you more than the books Nami gave you. You think of it in the morning and dream of it at night, and it only got worse every time you remembered that he kissed you like he loved you.

Relaxing in your seat, you closed the book and listened to the silence.

The Going Merry docked for a quick trip to a market to gather fresh ingredients for food. Sanji will be gone for the meantime and you were free to roam around the ship without his heated stare boring holes in your skin.

But the peace was ruined by rushed footsteps and Usopp breaking into the room, almost destroying the door with his brute force. You frowned, standing up on alert when you saw how nervous he looked.

"Sanji's injured!" He exclaimed, which got your brow raising, knowing that he had a long history of lying to people. However, he forcibly pulled Sanji inside, and you were greeted by the sight of a bruised man, whose lips were bleeding and cheeks were starting to yellow.

You immediately sprang into action. You took the first aid kit you packed in your bag and grabbed his arm, making him sit down on your chair.

"How did you get into a fight in just a span of ten minutes?" You asked in irritation, wetting a cloth with saltwater to wipe off the blood on his lips.

Sanji grunted, tensing up when you took a hold of his face and dabbed on his lip using the cloth. "Some petty vendor was selling overpriced onions, and they weren't even the best of quality."

You stopped for a minute, glaring at him. "So you decided to punch them instead of talking it over?"

He only huffed in reply. Pursing your lips in annoyance, you continued to treat his wounds in silence, noticing him flinching and wincing in pain whenever you compress the bruised area with ice. "Who's being petty now?" You scolded impatiently, "Stay still."

The only sound that filled the room was you hastily rummaging your kit trying to find an ointment and an awkward silence that made you want to jump into the sea and never swim back to the surface. You unscrewed the lid of the jar of ointment and scooped some with your finger, looking at Sanji as you did so. He looked back at you quietly, and you tried hard not to think about the fact that you have to touch his lips in order for you to apply it.

It seemed like he realized that too, glancing down at the dollop of ointment on top of your finger, then back to you. You just gave him a small, uneasy smile, showing him that you weren't uncomfortable even though you were, and shyly took a step forward.

As gently as you could, you spread the ointment on the wounded area on his lips, reminding yourself to not be distracted on how soft they looked.

"A busted lip because of overpriced ingredients...it almost feels like you're doing this on purpose so I wouldn't get the chance to leave you." You half-heartedly joked to lighten up the atmosphere. However, you were greeted by nothing, not even a smart comeback or a funny joke from the blond. You hesitantly observed his reaction, and saw that he was grim and serious, guilt swimming in his beryl blue eyes.

The realization began to sink in.

Oh.

You should've known from the start. Sanji was a great fighter; he wouldn't be injured in the first place. "Sanji..."

Sanji took your wrist and held on it tightly. Your breath hitched, only then realizing how much you missed his touch, his warm, gentle, and loving touch.

"Let me go." You weakly said, even though deep down, you didn't want him to.

"Tell me you're not in love with me." He said, sounding utterly desperate that it almost made you fall down to your knees, "Tell me, and I'll let you go."

When you didn't answer, he stood up and cupped your cheeks with both of his hands. He pleaded, "Look at me. Look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me."

"Please don't do this." You whispered in pain as you tearfully shook your head.

"Stay. Please, stay." Sanji begged, pressing his forehead against yours, "What can I do to make you stay? Tell me. I'll do anything. Do I need to kneel? To beg for your forgiveness? Tell me what you want. I'll do anything in my power to make you the happiest woman in all of East Blue. Just please, don't leave."

"I can't." You answered, closing your eyes, a few tears streaming down your cheeks. You hate the way he was making this so hard for you.

He only continued, "Hate me, curse me, shout at me, if you must. Anything but you leaving me. Or do you want to make me yours? Then I am letting you. Whatever you want, mon ange—my heart, my soul, my attention, they're all yours. I'm all yours."

"No..."

"The crew will be incomplete without you." Sanji insisted in anguish.

"I have dreams, Sanji. Just like you and the rest of the crew." You explained softly, placing your own hands on top of his in attempt to comfort him and relieve him from his confusion.

However, he was persistent, "You can achieve your dreams without leaving. You can stay, and I will support you in everything you do. You're better off staying with me—with us."

You said firmly, "I will not spend the rest of my life doing what I don't want."

"Even with me by your side?"

A few second pass before you finally reply, "I'd be miserable."

Pain flashed on his face, making you want to take back your own words, yet you remained strong and unyielding. Sanji took a deep breath and stepped away from you, saying, "I'd rather have you miserable here than go out there and encounter ruthless pirates."

The statement quickly irritated you, frowning at him deeply. "You think I'll have problems with pirates when I've been serving them for years?"

"Oh, darling, you wouldn't be able to say that once you've encountered worse ones, with bounties higher than you could ever imagine." He snapped, voice raising with each word.

"I can manage on my own!" You bit back frustratingly, your tears evaporating into anger.

Sanji scowled at you, impatiently running his fingers through his hair. "You can't fight!" He shouted, voice breaking in the process, and with it, your heart too. It shattered like glass and the shards landed and pierced through your lungs, rendering you breathless. Your eyes widened, mouth dropping open in shock.

Seeing your expression, he immediately snapped back to reality, regret writing itself on his face. You shook your head in disbelief and let out a humorless laugh, "Are you telling me that I'm weak?"

"I didn't say that." Sanji quickly said in a hushed manner.

"But you're implying it!" You choked, still can't believe that he doesn't trust you. He doesn't trust you enough to accomplish your dreams on your own, and that he was not confident that you'll succeed without him by your side.

You wanted to ask him about the passionate kiss you two shared, about his loving gestures that confused the hell out of you, about his fresh bruises that he received on purpose so that he can get you to stay, and why he did all of that. You needed confirmation. But the question that left you was, "What am I to you?"

Sanji stayed quiet, and your heart broke again once more. Deciding that this was the last time he breaks it, you walked away and left him alone to tend to his own injuries.

He lit up a cigarette as he listened to your fading footsteps. A single teardrop fell down from his eye the moment he placed the cigarette between his lips, and all he could think about was that you hurt more than the bruises on his cheeks.

You packed your bags and spoke with Nami, telling her that you were ready, and that was the fifth time you tried to leave Sanji Vinsmoke—and tomorrow, you'll finally succeed.

⸻ • ⸻

The sun had just risen, and the early morning breeze smelled of the ocean, the calming sound of waves filling your ears. It was one of those days when the sky was clear and the sunlight wasn't harsh but pleasantly warm on your skin, making it the perfect day to start working on a new song and strum on your guitar for the melody.

But today was different. You were standing on the first step of the ship's staircase that leads to a docking station and a wooden walkway towards an unfamiliar island that was soon to be your new home. Your fingers clenched on the strap of your bag, finding this moment to be surreal. You have tried many times to leave, and here it was, right on the palms of your hands.

"So. This is it, huh?" Your trance broke as Nami commented beside you. She was the only one to bid you farewell and watch you leave, since the others were still asleep. You thought of Sanji and how he looked like when he was sleeping, staring at his handsome features so you can memorize them and implant it in your mind. He was your first love; you didn't want to forget him.

You smiled. "Thank you, Nami." You said earnestly, "I would've liked to spend more time with you. It's tiring to speak to men sometimes, don't you think?"

She laughed. "Yeah." Then, she caged you in her arms and hugged you tightly, surprising you for a second before you laughed too and returned the hug. "Stay safe out there."

"I will."

"So you planned to leave? Without saying goodbye?" A new voice interrupted, breaking the hug you and Nami both shared. You swiveled to look behind you, and there stood Sanji, appearing to have just woken up, with the strands of his blond hair sticking up in different directions. You observed his dejected expression, the downward tilt of the corners of his lips, and the glistening of his tired eyes. You stared at his crumpled suit and his crooked necktie. Despite how messy he looked, he will always be perfect to you.

You walked forward and looked at him fondly, with your eyes full of so much love reserved for him and him only. "Thought it would hurt less." You said, raising your hands to touch his hair and brush it down, "And I was right. How can I leave now when you're standing in front of me?"

He sighed shakily as he felt your soft fingers threading through his hair. "Then don't." He whispered. You only smiled at him. He didn't smile back, but that didn't stop you from taking both of his hands and caressing his knuckles using your thumb.

"Every night, I'll look at the moon and think of you. I'll tell my stories, sing my songs, and whisper my secrets to it. Just like what you and me would do when we were little." You told him softly and endearingly, "Would you be so kind as to look at the moon too and think of me?"

Sanji's eyebrows were scrunched together in agony, muttering, "I can't make you stay, can I?"

When you didn't answer, he just nodded his head, understanding what you wanted to stay. He forced a smile and tightly squeezed your hands. "I'm sorry."

"I'm yours." You answered, placing a soft kiss on the back of his hands. After letting your lips linger on his skin for a while, you slowly let go, and with one last glance at his face, you stepped back and made your way downstairs to the docking area, leaving before you could change your mind.

Sanji watched you go. While you walked away from the Going Merry, from the crew, and from him, not once did you look back. He just watched as you went farther away and became smaller in the distance, until you blended in with the crowd and you were just another person in a sea of people. And then you were gone.

It was the sixth time you tried to leave Sanji Vinsmoke, and this time, you finally did.

⸻ • ⸻

The red velvet curtains began to draw in front of you, gently falling back down on the stage as you said your final good-byes to your audience for tonight, a bouquet of roses cradled in your arms while you blew delicate kisses towards them. You can still hear their loud cheering and clapping even as you retreated to your personal room backstage.

A middle-aged woman greeted you inside when you stepped in the room and closed the door behind you, whistling. "There she is, our talented rising star!"

You only laughed at the silly nickname, setting the bouquet of roses that one of the people gave you in tonight's show on top of your vanity table. "You exaggerate, Madam. I have only performed two shows in your beautiful theater."

The madam, who was the owner of the theater you were currently working in, shook her head in disagreement. "And those two shows are sold out!" She informed you proudly, placing her hands on your shoulders, "Let me know if you want to add more, you are welcome to perform here anytime."

"I'll think about it." You replied, smiling. The madam patted your shoulder twice before she left you alone, humming happily to herself. You huffed in amusement, fully aware that she doesn't appreciate your talents at all, but only cared for the money.

Regardless of that, you were happy. It has been a couple of years since you left the Strawhat Pirates and pursued your dreams all on your own, and you've been traveling to different islands across the seas to perform. You never had a permanent home; being a musician meant going to many places from time to time to share and spread out your music.

Yet you can't help but miss life on the sea.

You missed washing dishes on the Baratie and the late night conversations you had with Zeff. You missed Luffy and his weird antics, Usopp and his jokes, Zoro and his blunt comments, and Nami and her kindness.

You missed Sanji and everything that he was.

You stared at your reflection in the vanity mirror on your desk. Your hair was pinned neatly, you had make-up on and you were dressed fancily for your performance. Years ago, you wouldn't look like this. It was hard to believe how much you've grown and changed, but these days, you felt like you wanted your old self back. Slowly, you took the itchy pins off your hair, and cleaned your face with warm water and a cloth. You replaced your dress in a more comfortable one and went outside.

Looking up at the night sky, you saw a bright full moon with no stars in sight. It was just the moon and its beauty, illuminating the pitch black sky with its glow. You silently watched it, a smile growing on your lips as you felt a tug on your heart.

"I wonder what you're up to, Sanji." You thought aloud, cheeks heating up at the memory of your first love and his golden hair and his contagious smiles. Then, to your surprise, a voice spoke unexpectedly.

"Well, I am fortuitous to have met such a beautiful angel."

You froze. No one referred to you as angel except for one.

Sanji.

As you turned around, he was already walking towards you. And there you both were, bathing under the moonlight, with him grinning at you mischievously and you looking at him lovingly.  You didn't know how he found you, but what mattered was that he searched for you and now he was here, and he was still making your heart beat fast in your chest just like all those years ago.

How the pesky feelings stayed and wrapped themselves around your aching heart, you didn't know. But maybe it was because he was standing in front of you, and the way his next words made you run into his open arms and kiss him until you were both breathless,

"There you are, ange."

Satoru smirks at that, laughing and shaking his head. “I think she harbors some sort of fondness still, not love just…”

“Of the past?”

“Yes, I think she’d be upset if I killed him. Unfortunately.” Satoru crosses his arms over his chest, propping a foot on the wall now, peering across the way to see you walking through the gardens. “I’d love to bury him six feet under, where no one finds him, yet I don’t want to hurt her any more than everyone already does.”

“You’ve grown up a lot lately,” Satoru peers at him, blue eyes narrowing. “Since she’s been here.”

“I just want to be the man she deserves, and this fucking country isn’t allowing me to be.”

“She loves you,” Satoru’s cheeks heat up. “She truly does.”

“I know,” he starts walking again, nodding a bit as several servants curtsey toward him, his sandals quietly clicking against the wood of the trail towards the gardens. “She told me that last night.”

“Ah, last night,” Kiyotaka blushes, pushing up his monocle a bit. “I heard you all made quite a loud spectacle.”

“Mmhmm, sure did,” Satoru’s grinning far too big, his hands behind his head as he approaches you, your eyes glitter all fucking pretty when you see him, clutching to your gowns. “Can you blame me?”

“Not at all.”

“Don’t sound so wistful Kiyo,” he shoves him and Kiyo sighs, rolling his eyes, you cross your arms now.

“Don’t you be mean to Ijichi!”

“Thank you my lady,” he kisses your hand and you giggle all cute, Satoru is glad you’re married to him, he doesn’t trust that Kiyotaka isn’t some pussy eating prodigy after he got out of that brothel free of charge. “I should leave you to talk to the Emperor, I’ll convene with you both later.”

“Satoru,” you lean up and he cups your face, bending down to kiss you for all to see as they walk by and whisper, smiling against your lips. “I missed you and it’s only been a morning.”

“Is your cunt aching?” You snort and shove at him playfully, for him to catch your wrist and kiss the inside of it, but then he frowns a bit, taking your hand and walking you both away from prying eyes and gossip, until you’re well into the pretty maze he’d had built years ago.

“What’s wrong?” You ask softly, he turns you toward him, tilting your chin up, his lips set in a terse line unlike his usual parted lips. “Toru…”

“I love when you call me that,” he admits softly, hand brushing your lower back, tugging you close. “I love you.”

You blink back emotion, last night was so intense you didn’t know if he was in the moment, but now in the light of day you feel it – his love. You kiss his chin, hands placed on his chest, feeling his heart thud steadily underneath your palm. “I love you, Satoru Gojo.”

“God,” he’s kissing you now, desperately, hardly able to pull himself back. “Fuck I have to tell you something before I throw you down on the grass and rail your cunt.”

“Oh god!” He’s dead serious, there’s no mirth or teasing, just a raised brow. “You’re a mad emperor.”

“Yes I’m aware,” he brushes your hair back and sighs. “Well, I’m apparently needed for riots breaking out – just four days time, but this is a precarious fucking time right now.”

“It certainly is,” you whisper, shaking your head. “I wish I could go with you.”

“That would be far too dangerous, I would never risk you,” his hand comes to your tummy now. “And our future baby.”

“So I hope,” your voice is wistful, he can just see how badly you want this. “Still no period but I want to give it a little longer, sometimes it’s just late.”

“I hope you are, and not for the empire, for me.” You blink tears now, burning your eyes, making your vision swim.

“I hope I am too,” both of your lips press together, melding as the warmth of the sun casts heat across both of your skin. Satoru presses your back against the tree sat right in the middle of that maze. “I know you’ll be a good father.”

He pauses now, sighing and brushing his thumb over a flushed cheek, kissing it softly. “I want to be a good father. Have I told you I want a girl?”

“What?” You blink in surprise, tears swiped off by a flick of his thumbs. “You’d want a girl? But don’t you need a son?”

“Need this, need that,” he shakes his head, swallowing now nervously, emotions caught in his throat. “I want a daughter, I want a little mini you running around, demanding everything – probably will want her own kingdom, and I’ll give it all to her.”

“Satoru…” You can’t stop the tears that fall, lips pressing on his over and over, as he holds you so close. “You want a girl even if the entire country wants us to have a boy, and all that pressure, you still want it?”

“I do, but I’ll love any baby, boy or girl,” he whispers, the love for him making your heart shatter then.

This is love.

The pure, undying devotion in Satoru’s words, the love in his eyes, the careful way he holds you and says he wants a daughter. You can see it all unfolding, see her wrapping him around her finger, so vivid this image that you can’t stop crying, can’t stop kissing him, needing him – endless.

“Oh Toru I want that too,” you’re a mess, trembling, tears salty against his lips – your nose sniffling as he tilts your chin up higher. “I swear I can see it already.”

“Me too, god me too,” he’s grinning so big now, so bright it eclipses the very sun overhead. “I had a dream about it.”

“I wish for such dreams,” you sigh now, frowning a bit. “Mine were rather much like nightmares.”

“I forbid you to have nightmares while I’m gone.”

You laugh, even through your tears. “Forbid me hmm?”

“Only lewd sex dreams about me,” you smack at him and he picks you up, thighs around his hips, weight pushing the bark against the silk of your dress. “Have I told you how pretty you are crying?”

“You perverted man, mmm,” you love it, he knows you do – kissing you breathless, pressing his clothed cock against where you’re constantly throbbing. “I hope this never goes away, this need.”

“It won’t,” he exhales against your neck as he kisses up it. “I’ll fuck you even when my bones are old and frail, I’ll still lift your ass and fuck you right on this tree.”

“When we’re ninety!?”

“Yep,” you grin, hands entangled in his white hair. “It’s how I’ll die, trying to fuck you on this very tree, and you’ll die with me.”

“I certainly will, an orgasm from you when I’m ninety? I fear we’ll both have to be buried underneath this very tree,” he nips at your neck, making your eyes roll back. “Suguru was so wrong, you’ll love me even when I’m a relic.”

“He couldn’t be more fucking wrong,” he sighs and leans back a bit, nose brushing yours. “There’s no ‘shiny and new’ that could catch my eye, I want you until my last breath.”

“Satoru…” You desperately cling to him, ready to let him fuck you right out here – when you both hear voices, whispers. “Fuck.”

“Fuck indeed,” he eases you down, wincing and adjusting his throbbing cock. “I have to leave in a couple hours, I’m so sorry I have to leave you here.”

“Please don’t apologize for your duty,” you press little kisses all along his jawline now. “I will be here waiting, and yes, I'll touch myself in your bed.”

“Please mess up my sheets,” you giggle at his lewd whisper, until his mood grows serious.

“What is it?”

“Kiyo will stay to keep an eye on you, but I don’t trust that dumb knight,” you nod, his voice is just a breath, careful so only you hear. “I have a lawyer coming to help get rid of those girls, you will meet with him tonight discreetly with Kiyo. All right?”

“Yes of course,” you nod eagerly, Satoru snatches up your hand and walks right past some of the girls who are taking to the gardens, ignoring every single one of them, his eyes on your hand in his. “I hope we’re able to be alone together, just us.”

“I’ll make it happen sweetheart,” he smiles and melts your heart. “Just please be careful, stick to Kiyo, mama and Miwa please.”

“You sound very worried,” you turn and look at him as you all walk towards the front palace now. “Is everything all right?”

“I just have a feeling something’s off,” he looks around, making sure no one is within ear shot. “I can’t explain but please listen to me. Don’t be a stubborn brat.”

“I am not the brat in this relationship.”

“Excuse me!?”

You’re giggling again. “I will stay to myself and be careful, I don’t want to be around Suguru anymore than you want me to.”

“And stay away from the concubines,” you tilt your head curiously. “Promise me, I don’t know what this feeling is but anyone who could hurt you right now I need you to avoid.”

“All right Toru,” he sighs in relief, kissing your forehead. “I’ll stick with Mama, Miwa and Kiyo and if I’m not with them I’ll be in my chambers.”

“Good girl,” you heat up at that, and he knows it too with his smirk. “I hope you’re good and pregnant when I’m back.”

*****

“My lady,” the barrister and Kiyotaka both bow when you enter Kiyotaka’s office after a teary eyed departure with your husband, he shuts the door behind you as the dark haired man takes your hand. “Higuruma.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, truly,” you say softly, instantly at ease with the man, much like how Kiyotaka makes you feel, he presses a kiss to the back of your hand, making you just a bit flustered. “It was so kind of you to come on such notice.”

“I must admit usually my proceedings are impossible divorces that require the utmost attention,” he lets your hand down and smiles, a tired little smile, eyes crinkling at the corners. “To hear of a ruler who wants to only be with his wife rather than leave her and marry a mistress? A fucking delight. I was so bored.”

You laugh softly, fiddling a bit with your hands in front of you. “I am very lucky Satoru is so devoted, truly yet…”

You trail off and sigh, shutting your eyes.

“I feel it’s all my fault for being terribly jealous, and quite… how do I word this properly…”

“Posessive?” Kiyotaka says, you giggle again, peeking at him. “I’m so sorry my lady I…”

“No, I am possessive I’m afraid,” you sigh and sit in the chair that he pulls out for you. “Thank you very much.”

“Of course,” Higuruma sits on the desk rather than the seat, peeking at the stack of papers. “So Lola is the one who raised a hand to you, correct?”

“She did try to smack me.”

“Smacking an Empress is insane work,” Hiromi frowns, his dark brows drawing together now. “And nonstop antagonizing of you it seems from several accounts I was able to pull.”

“Oh yes they constantly do,” you murmur, settling into the seat a bit. “I think it’s a little excessive because Satoru ignores them.”

“Well who would blame him,” you blush and he curses. “I’m sorry…”

“No that’s sweet, thank you Sir,” he blushes just a bit, walking around to sit in his chair now, pulling a pen out. “It’s very kind of you to say so.”

“I have heard from many sources you two are a lovely match,” Hiromi smiles at Kiyotaka. “Especially from him.”

“Well of course, Ijichi loves the emperor.”

“I’ve heard more about you,” it’s Ijichi’s turn to blush, you’re giggling at him.

“Empress, please…”

“I’m sorry it’s so cute,” you stand now and put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m so glad you’re here while Satoru is gone.”

“I shall keep you safe,” you smile and then look back at the lawyer who’s yawning.

“Sir please rest.”

“Not yet.”

“Have a meal and relax a bit,” you say firmly. “Do you think there’s a possibility to… grant Satoru his freedom?”

“I do, it may be rather complicated, but using the girls ill intent towards you – especially that banished maid? That could make things much easier.”

“I really hope so,” you close your eyes now. What are your other options, really? Deal with them forever or do what Satoru suggests and run off to the mountains somewhere? Where would that leave the country? His family?

“We will make it work.” Hiromi assures you. “I will take you up on the meal and the rest, hmm?”

“Good! I should rest as well. We’ll talk more when Satoru gets back.”

“I’ll be gathering evidence until then,” he walks by and bows just a bit at the waist, leaving you and Ijichi alone.

“You really love me, hmm?”

“Empress! Don’t do that to me,” you’re a giggling mess now, he flicks you on the forehead. “You are becoming just like him, what a terrible influence!”

“You love us,” you loop your arm through his now. “All right you said you’re not to leave my side, walk me up to my room please?”

He sighs, patting your hand. “Of course Empress.”

You want to say you say super strong, but when you lay in Satoru’s – well you both share this bed now – bed you feel an overwhelming emptiness, so much so it steals your breath. When it’s quiet and it’s just you, the only light the candle flickering on the table next to you, casting shadows of your silhouette on the wall, just waiting for him to come home, knowing it’ll be days.

Tears spill as you inhale his scent on the blue satin pillow, hugging it tightly and crying against it, you’ve been through time without Satoru before but you feel as if you just got him back home. Just to have him leave again, and not knowing if he’s safe or all right keeps you up with worry, until the candle wanes and you get so exhausted you crash, but it’s already dawn.

*****

Satoru hates going away from you – that time he had to leave for almost an entire month was horrible, and it was really before your relationship had developed this deeply, before you two spoke of love. Tentative and new then, and it hurt to be away from you, he ached for you.

Yet this time felt worse – like a piece of his heart was missing. You were his heart though – of course it was ripped out of his chest any time he had to leave, and in such a precarious position.

Why can’t he shake this feeling he has? This ominous one that’s crushing him? It’s been two days and he’s hoping to cut it short as negotiations were going smoothly, but even that felt not soon enough. He’s laying down in the bed they set up for him inside the tent, staring up at the ceiling and picturing you here next to him.

Would you snuggle to his side and kiss his neck?

Or would you be the needy girl you are and climb on top of him, kissing down his chest, his abdomen – pressing little ones on every single battle scar you could find, your hand slipping even lower. Would you take him right down your pretty throat and touch yourself because you get so wet?

The thoughts ruin him – are you in his bed right now touching yourself, thinking of him like he asked you to? Are you sliding your fingers in your messy little cunt and getting all frustrated that it doesn’t work? Satoru pictures it as he wraps his hand around his own cock, sucking in a breath at the sensation – he’d jerked it many times while he was gone, imagining filling you up.

He was never a man to before, but you drive him so fucking insane, how can he not? When thoughts of you constantly flood his mind to the point of insanity? He knows you would make him feel better, knows you’d swallow him devotedly, picturing your pretty mouth and that throat contracting around his length instead of his big ass hands is maddening.

He’s stroking and whispering your name – mixed with ‘sweetheart, my empress, w-wife’ as he stutters, jerking it faster with his eyes fluttering closed, picturing just how you’d look when you swallowed all his cum down your throat. How you wouldn’t leave a single drop, would you? No you’re too thirsty for it, you need all of it.

“That’s it baby, take all of it – mnh,” Satoru’s moaning as he makes a mess of his hand, white ropes that should be buried in your tummy instead streaking his hand with white. “Fuck…”

He can’t stand another day without you.

He meant every word he said by that tree, Satoru would never get over you, never tire of how you make him feel, the love he has. You would be beautiful at any age, after however many children you have – he wants to make sure you’ll know that too, especially with Suguru trying to get in your head. It’s just all you he sees, especially as he sleeps.

Yet it’s a nightmare again, of you dying in his arms.

Satoru’s had them two nights in a row, this time his entire body is in chills and broken out in a sweat, heart hammering in his chest. He tugs on his clothes quickly and rushes out – surely it’s nonsense, surely it’s his nerves, but he can’t take another night like this. No, he marches right out and snags up a carriage, and lets everyone know they can finish without him.

He needs to go home.

*****

Satoru will be home tomorrow some time – and god you can’t wait to see him again. You’ve missed him so much you’re sick from it, the thoughts of if he’s all right, not being able to know whatsoever. He’s not gone long enough for letters, but even when he was gone the month it was terrible on your very heart and soul.

The good news was that over the past days with the barrister Hiromi Higuruma, you’ve been feeling much better about a world where it’s just the two of you. He seems utterly knowledgeable and for the first time you’re… hopeful.

You’re so hopeful, especially since you still haven’t had your monthlies, your breasts and nipples are so tender. To think you could have Satoru Gojo’s baby inside your tummy makes you realize how this is your dream, what you thought was rushing off to marry a knight ended up being brought to the emperor.

You bite your lower lip, looking down at the pen and paper on the vanity – you’ve been writing Gojo every single day he’s been gone, as he asked you to before he left. His own love letters, and you make sure to pour every bit these past few days, all of the words you struggle sometimes to say the right way.

Knock knock knock.

“Oh hello,” you blink curiously at the new maid – you’ve seen her only once before. “Where is Miwa?”

“She was feeling ill, your majesty, she asked if I could step in and offer you tea and treats for the night,” you smile gratefully, the maid sets the tray down. “Should I help you brush your hair?”

“Yes please,” you turn and peer at your paper where you’re writing Satoru of all the things you want to say when he returns.

That you want a daughter too, you want to see the all mighty Emperor Gojo just sipping tea with a little girl that looks like you both – maybe she’d have that white hair, and your eyes. Or she would have pretty blue eyes like the Gojos did, and take after your hair coloring, you could see her in so many ways, giggling as he sips from some teeny ceramic tea cup.

You want to let him know you are dreaming of it, that you adore every moment you get with him.

That you’re so very glad you were sent here – no matter the rocky start, and that you will never hold a thing against him in the beginning. That it all means so much, everything he’s going through to change his entire world for you and all that entails, all the risk involved because he loves you that much. Your hands tremble just a bit as the maid brushes hard, pricking pain on your scalp.

“Ah!”

“So sorry,” she mumbles, you smile at her.

“No, please, it looks so pretty already, thank you,” you stand and take the brush from her hand gently. “I’ve only seen you once, what’s your name?”

“It’s Tian, your excellence”

“Thank you, Tian…” you sit down on the little chaise lounge by the foot of your bed, taking the tea and pouring in a little milk, stirring it. “It’s so kind of you to help Miwa, truly.”

“It is no problem,” she smiles then and something…

Seems familiar?

But you’d remember those freckles and thick brows, surely if you knew her. It must be some resemblance?

“I hear you may be with child, is that too bold to say?” She asks, you are just a bit surprised, but you’re sure they are speculating.

“No, no,” you rub your tummy and smile. “I think I may be, but I’m keeping it under wraps until we know for certain. Gossip travels, hmm?”

“Indeed, well I hope that you are,” she curtseys as you sip the tea, wincing just a bit at the bitter flavor. “Something wrong, your excellence?”

“What’s in this, Tian?”

“Oh it’s actually a tea from my town, it’s special and it can help with fertility – in case you are not. Perhaps a little more syrup and sugar?”

“That’s so kind,” you lean back and pour more sugar in it. “Oh, so good now! Thank you Tian, I shall rest I think.”

“Of course, your majesty,” ‘Tian’ or – former concubine Lola – curtseys once more, shutting your door and grinning, turning and running right into Suguru’s hard body. “What are you doing here?”

“I should ask you the same thing,” Lola simply shrugs at the big glaring knight, brushing herself off. “Aren’t you supposed to be seducing the emperor?”

“How, when he’s out of town? I just stopped to give her tea, all right? You should save yourself the trouble, she doesn’t want to see you. She’s…” Lola laughs then. “Pregnant for the moment.”

“For the moment?” She leans up and kisses Suguru on the lips, he pulls back, glaring down at her. “What are you on about?”

“Time for me to wait for Satoru, he’s returning this morning, isn’t he? Well, I must look my best, these shitty maid clothes won’t do.”

“What the fuck are you…” She rushes off, leaving Suguru to blink in confusion, before glaring at the note in his hand.

Something’s not right.

Suguru heads toward your chambers – he knows he fucking shouldn’t, he knows for all the reasons you hate him, that he sent you away, that it all was a fucking lie. Yet Suguru does have feelings, strong feelings that eat him up inside, and thinking of you pregnant with Satoru Gojo’s baby has him so envious he’s sick.

You wanted to run away with him – a simple knight, you tried, you truly did and he never gave you the chance. Now with your letter you wrote having been intercepted at a post and brought to him here, he can’t help but feel fucking horrible. The love you poured, the way your heart was broken, how deeply you were hurt at first clearly by leaving here.

Did you feel any of that?

He opens your door and you look up, gasping, standing straight up in a night gown that covers nothing, so sheer he can see your pretty body. “Suguru you can’t be up here!”

“I just came to talk, please,” you scowl and shut the door quickly, shoving at him until he’s pressed into the door.

“You could have me ruined if anyone saw you!” You hiss angrily, heart hammering in your chest – anger, regret, this past love you had that has hurt you so bad it’s physically painful.

“No one will come up, I was discreet,” Suguru holds up the letter you wrote when you first arrived, and your heart drops. “I saw this.”

You gasp, stepping back, tears swimming in your eyes, shaking your head quickly.

“I read it.”

“I wish you hadn’t,” you swipe at your cheeks, shaking your head, suddenly weak and dizzy – was it from seeing him? “It was under false pretenses.”

“You did love me,” he whispers, cupping your face with one hand. “You truly did, didn’t you?”

“I thought I did Suguru,” you admit, breaths coming quicker, suddenly the room is shrinking in on you, growing smaller by the moment. “Yet I know now what true love is, and not the falsehoods of a knight – who touched me to get information. Who had me cum on his fingers for a goal.”

“Princess-”

“Empress,” you correct, Suguru swallows now, the guilt of hurting you washing over him. “I’m his empress.”

His jaw sets. “You were my princess.”

“I am not anymore,” you stumble now, and Suguru frowns. “I just… Suguru I… can you just…”

“What’s wrong?” He demands, you’re almost collapsing in his arms, your eyes drooping, a drop of blood pouring from your lips. “What’s wrong!? What happened, did you… princess…!”

“S-suguru…” You fall against him, listless and limp, when Suguru sees that fucking cup of tea still steaming hot.

Did Lola…

Did she fucking poison you?

And it’s him who let her in.

“Fuck, fuck,” he picks you up in his arms and rushes down the halls, catching sight of Kiyotaka who’s scowling right at him. “Please, it wasn’t me who did this.”

“Did what!? Oh, Empress,” Kiyo’s heart shatters when he sees you just limply hanging in Sir Geto’s hold. “Speak, now.”

“Not here, she needs an apothecary, and a medic – well versed with poisons,” Ijichi snatches you up in his arms, the last thing he’s doing is letting this man hold Emperor Gojo’s wife.

“Then come and fucking explain,” he carries you through the halls that are thankfully quiet, Suguru curses.

“I can hold her better than you.”

“I hold her just fine, I won’t have you touching her,” Kiyotaka turns the corner and rushes with you cradled in his arms, not making a goddamn sound. “Who poisoned her?”

“She’s a former concubine.”

Kiyotaka stops in his tracks, jaw setting. “Lola?”

“Yes,” his hands tighten their hold around your body, cursing internally – he promised Satoru he’d protect you, he gave his word, and she’s been right under their noses? “I think at least, in her tea, she hates Satoru and I suppose resents her  – but she promised not to hurt her.”

“And you fucking believed that? She hates the Empress more than anyone,” Suguru curses, the guilt eating at him, seeing your body like this terrifying – even your color is different. “No time for this.”

Suguru follows him until they’re in the doctor’s quarters, he doesn’t bother to knock, he just juts the door open with his shoulders. “Bloody hell… oh!? What’s wrong with the Empress?”

“Poison,” Kiyotaka quickly lays you on the doctor’s own bed, scowling at Suguru now, when Dowager Empress Gojo walks by, gasping. “Thank god you’re here, my Lady.”

“What happened to her!? Kiyotaka…” She instantly sits on the bed, picking your head up and gasping out when she sees the blood dripping down your mouth. “She must be okay – she must! Her and the baby… she thinks she is…”

“I need someone familiar with poisons,” Ijichi says, while Dowager Empress holds you close, panicking clearly – and Suguru stands there in horror – not that Kiyotaka cares for him, he hates that fucking failed knight almost as much as Emperor Gojo does.

“I believe there’s a girl visiting the palace with an envoy,” Miwa says as she enters the room, she’s already been informed but to see you like this had her devastated. “Oh goodness.”

“Information please, Miwa,” Ijichi puts a hand on her shoulder, she’s already trembling. “She will be fine I swear it, I won’t let her die.”

“Oh god I just…” She closes her eyes now, taking a shaky breath for courage. “Her name is Maomao I believe? She’s a young lady and very experienced – she came along with Master Jinshi.”

“Then certainly we can trust her,” Dowager Empress Gojo says, sniffling still, rare tears on her usually stoic face. “He’s a very good judge of character.”

“Can you fetch them, Miwa?” Ijichi asks Miwa softly, she nods now, but rushes over to press a little kiss on your head, tears dripping from her eyes onto your face, but you don’t move.

“Please be all right,” she whispers, Gojo’s mother touches Miwa’s cheek as she gathers her robes up. “I will rush there straight away!”

“Thank you Miwa,” the doctor asks Gojo’s mother to move so he can attend to her, she heads straight over to Suguru now.

“Oh, so you’re that knight, huh?”

“I… yes -” She smacks him hard in the face not once – but twice, the loud clap against his skin echoing in the room.

Suguru has no words, and god help him if he did decide to speak any in that very moment.

“That’s for whatever the fuck you did to my daugher in law, I just know you did something to her,” Suguru sighs now, looking down and rubbing his cheek. “This girl was pining away so hard for you that she felt guilty loving Satoru, now you come and do this!?”

Suguru’s lips part, red mark on his cheek blossoming. “You must understand me, I didn’t do this, I’d never hurt –”

“You did something,” she shoves him once more, he clearly lets her, resigned and looking ashamed – not that Kiyotaka feels sorry for him, not when he was the idiot who let that woman back in the palace.

Gojo had wanted to kill Lola at the time but you had talked him out of it, even if you were a feisty girl you could be kind, and Ijichi knows how sweet you can be when you don’t have to be so brave. He can’t stop his own heart from hurting but he must not cry – Gojo would need him to take care of things and keep a clear head, so that’s what he does.

He starts giving orders to everyone, they all rush off as Miwa comes back with the girl in tow – a green haired girl who doesn’t look old enough to be an apothecary sweeps inside, she comes over and carefully starts examining you. Tugging your eyelids open and peering at each one to see the dilation.

“What do you think?” The doctor asks, she hums just a bit, feeling the pulse on your wrist.

“She is clearly poisoned, but her pulse is fluttering quite strong, so she’s fighting it,” she frowns and sits down on the bed next to you, assessing you carefully. “What was the method of delivering the poison to her?”

“It was… I think it must have been in her tea as it was just delivered when I saw her, I can get the teacup,” Suguru offers quietly.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Ijichi orders. 

“I can tell what this is already.”

“What is it?” Ijichi asks quietly.

“Arsenic, maybe belladonna too,” the apothecary frantically starts searching in their book. “I think I have the herbs to make a tonic, but I have to gather them, please keep her stable.”

“Of course,” the guard rushes up now, and Kiyotaka addresses them. “The former concubine Lola is on the palace grounds, search every corridor until you find her, and make sure she’s apprehended.”

“Yes sir!” They rush off and Kiyotaka looks back at where you lay, so helpless in that bed, unmoving, and panic fills his heart.

You have to be okay.

*****

“God I can’t wait to see her,” Satoru’s coming home just a little early, they rode through the night so he didn’t have to spend another night without his bride. The carriage wheels come to a halt in front of the palace and he jumps out, the grin on his face dying when he sees all his guards everywhere. “What the…”

He grabs his sword, when one of the guards comes to him. “Your excellence, it’s the Empress.”

Satoru’s heart drops.

“What about my Empress? What about her!?”

“She’s… she’s been… you must come, not with us,” Satoru rushes and follows the guard, they’re all over searching every maid, making him even more confused as chaos has erupted in his palace.

“What are they searching for? Where is she!?”

“Please just come,” Satoru almost gets sick when he sees where they’re headed – the doctor’s chambers.

He falters, dread filling his fucking soul – he can’t lose the girl he just found, the love of his life, the love of all his lifetimes better goddamn be alive, or Satoru will simply kill anyone and everyone who ever fucked with their happiness. His breath is caught in his throat, seeing you in that bed now, swallowing down bile, seeing Suguru, Ijichi, Miwa, his mom, the doctor and a goddamn apothecary surrounding you.

They all look at him as he walks in, Suguru looks down and Satoru can't wait to fucking kill him. His mother is in tears and so is Miwa, they're trying to get you to sit up but you're listless, unmoving, crimson dripping from your nostrils.

Satoru can't fucking breathe.

“What. Happened. To. My fucking WIFE!?!?”

Satoru rushes and his mom moves, letting him pick you up, tears streaming down his cheeks at the sight of you like this. What would he do without you, when he just got you in his life? When he just told you he loved you – before your lives together, before children, how can any of this ever be liveable if you’re not by his side?

“Sweetheart please,” he tilts your chin up just for it to flop to the side, making dread fill him, he scowls at the doctor and apothecary. “What happened to her? Answer, one of you, now.”

“She was poisoned,” that’s the dumb fucking knight, Satoru scoffs and glares at him, ready to cut him into fucking pieces.

“By your fucking doing, isn’t it? So mad she rejected your goddamn advances?” He pulls you closer, trying to hear if you’re breathing.

“I didn’t know she would… I swear I didn’t, I wouldn’t have hurt her,” Satoru cuts him off, his tears just fucking annoying him.

“Who? Who the fuck is her?”

“Lola,” Ijichi answers, the medic comes and takes your hand, pricking it with a needle and letting drops of blood hit a little disc.

Satoru smacks his hand and the medic just bows and holds his hand out, “Care to explain why are you making my wife fucking bleed more!?”

“Blood letting-”

“That is nonsense,” the apothecary girl is mixing together some sort of odd smelling herbs in a jar, as Satoru tries to process just what the fuck happened. “What is that, kid?”

“I’m not a kid,” he rolls his eyes and she smiles just a bit, looking at how tightly Satoru is holding you. “You love her.”

“Of course I do,” he nuzzles your cheek, wrapping you in his big arms, his robes covering most of you. “She’s my wife.”

The way Satoru says ‘my wife’ breaks everyone’s heart – even Suguru if he admits it to himself, still in such shock he can’t move or speak. All he can do is see the hints of your unconscious face. Maomao is back mixing when Kiyotaka comes up to Satoru and bows at the waist.

“I’m so sorry this slipped under my nose,” Ijichi says, Satoru softens then, swallowing down his emotions and shaking his head, even if he’s furious and distraught, he knows Kiyotaka isn’t at fault. “I should have known.”

“Don’t take the blame for what’s his fault,” Satoru’s scowling at Suguru again. “You couldn’t let her be happy, huh? Mad she got rid of your fake ass counterfeit necklace, are you?”

“God no I-”

“I have it ready,” Maomao clearly works quickly, she’s already got a little mixture ready in a tiny vial, Satoru’s shaking he’s so petrified it won’t work.

“What are you giving her?”

“It’s a mix of herbs that counteract it and help purge from her system, it seems she didn’t consume too much as she’s still got strong vitals.

“She is stubborn,” Satoru almost breaks down as he looks at you, hardly able to keep it together. “Will it work quickly?”

“If the poison is strong, this may take time – but it will stabilize her,” she says, Satoru nods quickly, swiping the blood off the corner of your mouth, his stomach sinking at the sight of the crimson against your skin. “Can you get her to open? She’ll have to swallow.”

It’s quiet as Satoru helplessly sits you up, gently trying to pry open your mouth, his tears hot and burning from his eyes and spilling freely down his cheeks, heart in fucking pieces. He’s been in battles and wars and he’s never felt this terror – not knowing if you’ll wake up, and if you did and you were pregnant…

Would you lose it? That would tear you apart.

He would hurt for you – even if there could be others, but you were just so damn hopeful that day as he kissed you on the tree, and he could picture this perfect life – only to be filled with this sense of dread, with the pain deep and building. With the fear of not looking into your pretty eyes once more – he can’t fucking go on.

It sounds insane to think it, that in a couple short months you became that precious – but you have, given Satoru the meaning he always sought. All he wanted was to make you happy, and never hurt you – to kill everyone who has ever hurt you, and oh he will do that, he’ll make sure he finishes the job with Lola this time. You were too sweet, and now you’re hurt because of it.

He won’t be sweet.

Satoru opens up your mouth carefully, it’s clamped down with how tightly your teeth are clenched together, but you finally relax it, opening up for the tonic the apothecary has made. "Drink, baby. Please. You have to drink."

Satoru gently urges it down your mouth, tilting your head up so it slips down your throat, he sighs in relief albeit temporary, resting his head on yours, tears falling against your skin. He wraps you so tightly in his arms, pressing kisses over and over and over on your face, he hears the sobs of Miwa, his mom, dumb fuckin Suguru looking like his world ended.

His world will end the moment you wake up and are safe enough for him to leave your side for a moment, though he knows already he’ll need this dumb knight if he wants to get these sluts away from his pretty Empress.

“Lola did this?” Satoru asks quietly, his voice dark, Suguru sighs as the medic patches that little cut up on your finger.

“We are trying to apprehend her,” Ijichi says, Satoru’s mom puts a hand on her son’s shoulder, her other one brushing your hair back.

“She’s strong Satoru, she’ll make it,” she says softly, he cries even more with her comfort, eliciting every emotion from him. “Won’t she?”

“She likely will, we caught it early,” MaoMao says softly – as if on cue you moan then, coughing up blood, Satoru and the entire room are on edge as MaoMao carefully brushes a handkerchief on your lips. “That’s actually a very good sign, your excellence.”

You don’t open your eyes, but you’re coughing and moving, you’re sitting up against Satoru’s chest when he helps you, as you cough over and over. The guards come rushing in the room now, and pause when they see Satoru on the bed, Ijichi quickly commands them to speak.

“We’ve apprehended several servants that fit her description, we will need you to pick her out,” Ijichi nods now.

“Don’t kill her yet,” Satoru says softly to the guards. “I want to kill her myself,” he looks at Suguru then. “We can bury the two of you together.”

Suguru says nothing, crossing his arms and just staring at you in horror, as if the dumb man really cared. Maybe he does, but Satoru can’t admit that just yet – not with his hatred consuming him.

“Why haven’t you arrested me?” Suguru asks, Satoru just sighs, burying his face against you again, hearing your breathing steady and feeling such relief when your hands clutch his robe.

“I will need you to explain exactly what you did, I’ll need it against Lola…” He cries silently when you grip his arm tightly, coughing more against him – albeit still unconscious. “I’ll need the barrister to meet me, Ijichi. Can you keep this knight under watch for now?”

“Can I not stay with her-”

“NO YOU CANNOT.” Satoru’s words silence everyone, echoing in the chamber and so fucking loud half the palace hears it. “I want to be alone with her if she’s stable enough. Just me until she wakes up.”

“Toru,” he looks at his mom and sighs. “Are you sure you don’t want me here, do you need to get settled at least, you’re still in military garb.”

He’s not even noticed. “How can I leave her, mom?”

“A few moments is fine, I’ll be here,” he shuts his eyes and presses another kiss as you stir. “Surely you need a word with him, hmm?”

Satoru looks at Suguru’s reddened cheek now. “I see, did you smack him, mama?”

“I did.” Satoru grins at that.

“I do need a moment with him it’s true,” Satoru kisses you once more, sighing and brushing his thumb across your cheek that’s got just a hint of warmth. “I’ll be right back, my love.”

Everyone in the room melts aside from Suguru – why would he when he’s in this state of devastated shock?

Satoru quickly changes and comes to where Ijichi has brought Suguru, he quickly steps out and shuts the doors with a loud click, leaving the two men to stare at each other. Dark, exhausted eyes meeting ones so blue they’re hard to look at, glacial and cold, the silence echoing aside from Satoru’s footsteps on the floor.

Silence – that is until Satoru walks up and punches him in the face with a sickening crack. He winces but he takes the hit standing, not raising his own fists.

“At least you’re not a complete fucking idiot,” Satoru shoves him against the wall, a hand on his throat. “I should cut your dick off and cook it for you, make you a eunuch huh?”

“I didn’t know, she told me she wanted to hurt you, kill you I didn’t fucking care,” Suguru grips Satoru’s wrist. “I wanted to take her back with me, to have her help me take over – with a Princess the people would accept me easier.”

“So you meant to use her more than you already have,” Satoru punches his stomach now, earning a wince. “You can take a hit, you little fuck. I’ll at least give you that.”

“Lola said she hated you, and I fucking hate you, so I saw a perfect opportunity, I didn’t know she’d be blinded by your bullshit like the entire nation is.”

“Do you know how much she loved you?” Suguru pauses, Satoru punches him again, he still doesn’t move, holding his ribs which he’s sure are cracked, coughing but still standing. “Had her mind full of your nonsense about dewy fucking roses, what a fucking fool you are.”

“I am a fool,” he admits softly, taking a breath now, shutting his eyes. “I didn’t realize before that she was different from the other nobles. I didn’t know she really meant anything by her words.”

“Your bullshit is getting on my last damn nerve, if anything happens to her I swear to god I’ll-”

“You can kill me if it does,” Suguru says now, tears in his eyes. “I don’t want to live with myself if I killed her.”

“Fuck you,” he backs off now, sighing and rushing a hand through his hair, punching the wall next with already bloody knuckles, so hard books go flying off the shelves and scatter. “I swear I hate you more than I hate anyone, except that evil little whore Lola, that is. Let me guess, she sucked you stupid?”

“She’s not very good at that, actually.” Satoru shuts his eyes, sitting on his desk and grimacing. “Also, the Empress… she did turn me down. Utterly, when I kissed her she… smacked me.”

“Of course she did, that’s my girl,” his lips twitch affectionately, and Suguru steps closer, making him glare once more.

“You do love her.”

“Of course I do – stop trying to make me not want to kill you, it won’t work,” he scowls again, leaning over his desk to grab a cloth there, wrapping his fist tightly where his knuckles are throbbing. “What were Lola’s ‘plans’ then?”

The knight sighs. “She claimed she hated you for choosing the empress over her, and she wanted to poison you – and yes, I was going to let her. I fucking hate royalty, all of you, and I thought I could get her back.”

“She’d never go with you,” Suguru lowers his gaze, the note in his pocket that showed how desperately you did want to leave Satoru – but it was before you fell in love, clearly. “What are you so silent about?”

Suguru decides the last thing he should do is fucking hurt you more. “She does love you, and I’m furious she forgot about me.”

“She didn’t forget, she had to move on,” Satoru says, rolling his eyes then. “Trust me, you were the source of much fucking contention.”

“Contention?”

“Let’s say I ripped your shitty necklace off – her neck is too pretty for it, truly, but she was quite mad about it. I haven’t told her, you know, that it’s fake.”

“I… why didn’t you? To make me look horrible?”

“Tch, I wouldn’t hurt her like that,” Satoru shuts his eyes again, the trip and every emotion exhausting him. “You are a goddamn fool if you couldn’t see how much Lola hated her.”

Suguru is silent, looking down as he holds his ribcage gingerly.

“You’ll testify against her, yes?” He blinks in confusion.

“Won’t you murder me?”

“I’ll settle for you helping me rid of these goddamn concubines, and this should fucking do it – though I hate it came to this,” he shakes his head, tears forming in his eyes once more. “Yet I know she’d want me to use any method to get rid of these girls once and for all.”

“You don’t want them?”

“Why would I? I have her,” Suguru’s brows draw together.

“I saw you and…”

“I have to put on a show,” he hops down, shoving Suguru again, so hard he slams the wall and more books go flying, pinning him now. “You did enough damage, you just had to do more? What did that girl ever fucking do to you!? Huh? Love you and beg to leave with you – a broke ass knight?”

“I didn’t know she really… I never meant…”

“Never this, never that,” Satoru lets him go and scoffs. “Will you testify? I’ll keep your part out of it.”

“Yes of course,” he blinks now, looking in Satoru’s mad gaze. “What will you do with Lola?”

“Throw her off the top of a building,” Suguru snorts and Satoru raises a brow. “Something funny?”

“No that sounds like something I’d like to do as well, of course I’ll testify – but what are your plans for me?”

“I’ll let my wife decide what I should do with you,” Satoru opens the door now. “Guards, keep this man under your watch.”

He is back in the medic’s room in moments, you’re snuggling against his mother tightly, your arms wrapped around her waist, and his heart melts at the sight – of the two women he loves so much, he has cried more today than he thought he could, but he feels no shame over it like he would before. He will feel every feeling today so that he remembers what Lola did, and how much he needs you in his life.

Maomao comes up to Satoru and puts a hand on his arm. “What is it, kid?”

She sighs, rolling her eyes now. “She’s quite stable, color coming back, she’s moving around and breathing well. I have every hope she’ll wake up soon – then I’ll need to do a few more tests. I heard she…”

“Yes maybe,” their voices are quiet as people come in and out of the room. “Would you check when she’s better if…”

“Of course, I would,” he exhales in relief – he doesn’t want a man touching his damn wife, especially after all of this. “I’ll be here for at least a week, I’ll make sure to keep an eye.”

“Can she be brought to my chambers?”

*****

It’s hours later, Satoru still watches you sleep, he had Hiromi meet him up there along with Ijichi so he wouldn’t have to leave, Lola was easily identified despite her disguise and is now behind bars for just the moment – until Satoru can at least get some damn use from that woman and have her make his empire one where he only had one woman.

You.

It’s late and Maomao has already given him instructions if you wake, the doctor administered fluids to try to flush any poison out, leaving him silently just looking at you in his bed as the last person leaves – your bed. Both of you have kissed and fought, have made love and fucked, hate sex and sweet kisses, you are everything and anything all at once to him.

He sees a letter sitting there on the vanity and peeks at it curiously, when he lifts it and sees your pretty handwriting he can’t help but read it.

Satoru,

You scratched that out.

Toru,

The palace feels so much larger and emptier when you're away, I am not alone so do not fear – but without you it’s as if this home is missing, you have become my home in this short time. Once I thought there was no way you could ever care for me, could ever choose me, but you’ve shown time and time again how much you have.

I would regret every fight, every smack I gave you and every tear I shed, but how can I when that’s made us so close? When you saw parts of me the world could never see, parts that I hid under a pretense of perfection, and you let me see parts of you, ones I ache to see more of.

The man who truly cares of his subjects, the man who loves his mama to distraction (i love her too) the very same man who adores his wife enough to tell her he wants a daughter. Oh Satoru so do I – so badly do I want to see you braiding our little girls hair, teaching her to ride a pony, trying to beat her at chest competitively the moment she’s old enough to hold a pawn in her hand.

I never imagined I would be so completely, hopelessly in love with my Emperor, with this arrogant, beautiful and infuriating man. With the man who drives me as insane with love as he makes me laugh, as he brings out every competitive part of me, challenges me. Fell in love with the man who saw not just a princess standing there, but saw me.

The true me, the real me, the one who is bratty and can be hasty, who is messy and passionate, who is ever so jealous and possessive of her husband – of you. Yet you accept all of me.

I love you and I will love you till my last breath, I want to spend every day I can with you, until we are old and ninety underneath that tree.

Forever yours.

Your Empress.

“Fuck,” he’s cried so damn much he can’t produce tears, grabbing the carafe of wine on your table and pouring a glass with a shaky hand, drinking it in one gulp, looking back at you and setting down the letter.

He knew you loved him but to read it was different, so different.

“Satoru… Satoru please… Satoru…”

“Baby,” he rushes now, picking you up to sit as you thrash around, coughing more and more, weaker and weaker. “Please, please open your eyes – god please let me look upon them.”

You cough once more and then he sees it.

Your irises.

You blink just a bit when he wraps you in his arms, so tightly you can’t hardly breathe, everything in the room a faded, muted black that’s barely changing – you feel his tears on your neck and panic, but you can’t move, just stuck there. He’s crying your name, over and over, his breath warm against your neck as he buries his face in it.

“Satoru,” you whisper, voice hoarse and lips dry, you feel so weak and out of place, as if you’re in a dream rather than a reality.

“Sweetheart,” he pulls back and you see his puffy eyes and tear streaked cheeks – something you’ve never seen before.

“Wh-what’s wrong… Satoru who… hurt you please…”

He shakes his head, you cup his face and he presses it tighter against his cheek, taking several breaths now. “No, they hurt you.”

“Hurt me…” You blink as you try to piece the evening together, the last thing you remember is Suguru. “Suguru had… um, a letter from me and… I’m sorry, I sent it b-before… we fell and…”

“Don’t upset yourself,” he orders softly, leaning over to grab the glass of water and bring it to your lips, you drink and just that hurts, making you wince. “You have to try to flush this out of your system.”

“Drugged?” You mumble.

“No, poisoned,” your eyes widen, hands clinging tightly around his neck when he tugs your body onto his lap. “Not Suguru, even though this is his fault too.”

“Who then? There was a maid…”

Who was that damn maid?

“Lola,” you whisper suddenly, he nods and you sigh, shutting your eyes. “I should have let you kill her.”

“Well I will, don’t worry,” he smiles so big then. “I love you, evil little empress – even poison can’t take out evil.”

“Shut it,” you’re laughing and coughing again, he brings you more water, and you brush his tears from his cheeks. “Was I out long?”

“Five hours,” you gasp just a bit. “I knew you were stable but…”

“I’m sorry you were so scared Toru,” he shakes his head, swallowing nervously, setting the glass down with a quiet click as you touch your tummy. “Oh do you think… if I am with child it… how could…”

“We will check tomorrow, all right?” He murmurs softly, a hand over yours, hating the sight of your tears falling from your pretty eyes. “We will get through it together if you’re… if there’s no babe.”

“I know we will, but I want to give you one so badly,” you’re a mess of emotions, as your husband just holds you, and lets you cry against his pretty white robes, blossoming with the dark spots of your tears. “I will give you one.”

“I know it,” he whispers, nuzzling your hair and inhaling its scent. “I dreamt of it so it must happen.”

“That makes me feel better,” he runs his hand against your hair gently, making your eyes flutter shut. “My mama did that when I was young.”

“As did mine,” he admits, realizing there is still so much to learn about you. “Do you miss them? Did you have a good relationship?”

“I did, they let me be quite a free spirit,” your tears brush his neck as you shift in his lap, and he grabs a blanket and puts it on you. “I want them to meet you some day, to meet my emperor.”

“Then we will,” you smile all pretty, ruining him utterly if it was possible to do it even moreso. “I read your letter.”

“Oh it was a rough draft,” he peers at the ten crumbled letters and you laugh just a bit. “I kept messing it all up.”

“It was perfect,” Satoru tilts your chin up now, resting his forehead on yours in a way only Satoru Gojo can. “You wrote letters, I was jerking off thinking of you.”

“Perverted, slutty emperor,” he chuckles, the sound vibrating against his chest, as you snuggle deeper against him. “Your cum is your love letters.”

“It truly is,” you laugh again and so does he, when finally he presses his lips against yours, you pull back quickly. “Can I not kiss my wife?”

“What if there’s poison on my lips!? No indeed,” he kisses you again, then again, until you are putty in his arms, boneless and aching for his love, letting his lips move over you and take you over. “Oh Toru…”

“I’m so goddamn glad you woke up, if anything… I can’t live if…”

“Shh, it’s all right, I’m alright,” you both kiss and hold each other, finally falling asleep just like that, until the morning light comes – and Satoru knows what he must do, as you’re checked to see if you are with child. The apprehension and how tense you both are only making one thing crystal clear.

Satoru would make sure Lola is dead, and that there’s never another one of these women around him again. 

ahh dw the next part will NOT take this long, I love the emperor SO DAMN MUCH.

Funny thing about it all is nobody seems to have noticed that he’s out of the house at certain hours throughout the week. Consistently. So really, it’s on them for not trying hard enough to find answers to their invasive little questions. 

Hm. Actually, no. On the off chance that they do ask what he’s up to on a night like tonight, he’ll just lie, say he’s at the gym or something. He’s not exactly allowed to tell, which is fine; he’s more than willing to keep a little secret. 

That little secret was tucked away in a nice apartment that had a view of the entire city. A tranquil little place when he’s not around, he’s pretty sure— just not when he’s around.

The bed’s steadily rocking underneath the uneven weight Satoru creates. Relentless smacking— skin to skin, hips to ass, the dirty little squelch that comes with it. 

There’s a view, but it’s not the city. 

“Arch that back some more— yeaahhh, just like that.”

He pounds into you, balls hitting heavy against your clit as he pulls you back to meet each thrust. Moans spill from your lips, taking every single inch he drills into you. The stretch is insane as he works his heavy cock in and out of you like it’s nothing. 

If there’s one thing about him, it’s that he can fuck. He can go on for hours, put you in any position, have you begging and crying, dwindle you down to nothing but a babbling mess from how many orgasms he can work out of you. 

He wears you out. 

Yet still, at the end of every night—

“Kay’. We’re done here, you can leave now.” 

You are so fucking mean.

The first time Satoru heard those words come out of your mouth, he was distraught. How dare you throw him out after the backshots he had given you?! He made you cum so hard you cried! Then you just throw him out of your apartment like some useless whore– like he was nothing but a fucking slut! He had more to offer than just his dick, he’ll have you know. 

Now he’s a little less emotional and more… 

“You sure? I could stay longer and help you with chores… or something.”

You look around your room, which is spotless aside from his t-shirt and jeans scattered on the floor. “Sure. Why don’t you start by picking up your clothes, putting them on, and then getting out?”

“Oh, come on. Seriously?” he throws his head back and groans rather childishly. “That’s a little rude, no?” 

“So was the way you were talking to your little girlfriend on the phone earlier,” you hop off the bed and throw on a big t-shirt that said Modelo on it. 

Satoru gets one final look at your ass as you do so and finds himself getting oddly jealous, wondering if the shirt was actually yours or if it belonged to an ex. He ends up telling himself it’s yours, ignoring that you’ve told him how much you hated beer in the past. Delusional? Perhaps, but he’d rather not hurt his own feelings right now.

“Carmen’s not my girlfriend,” he huffs out a laugh as he tries to explain, “I don’t even know why she called me. We haven’t fucked in months.” 

He also tried to tell you that he hasn’t slept with anyone since he started sleeping with you, but you didn’t seem to care much about either. The entire time, you were just throwing his clothes at him while he absentmindedly got dressed. He continues to yap away once he’s up and fully dressed, so you grab him by the wrist and start walking towards the door. 

“And you wouldn’t believe all the shit the guys have given me for turning girls down. One of them started calling me Celibate Satoru, can you believe that?”

“I sure can.” You open the door, walk around him, and start pushing him out. 

“They don’t even know— assholes, they’d take it all back so fast if they saw you,” he huffs out a laugh, trying to cope with the fact that he’s not allowed to tell anybody about you two. 

You laugh with him. “You better hope they don’t, ‘cause if they do–”

“You’ll bite my dick off– yeah, yeah. I know.” You never said you’d bite his dick off. Satoru turns around when he’s fully out of the door to reveal the dopey grin on his face. “So, same time next week?”

“Yup! Bye Gojo.”

He scoffs. “I thought I told you to call me Sa–”

He didn’t get to finish that sentence. You shut the door in his face. 

Gojo was a nice guy… at least to you, he was. You’re sure a lot of others would say the complete opposite, judging by the way he snapped at the girl earlier for calling him and telling her to lose his number. You felt sorry for her and also felt thankful that you didn’t have to deal with a guy like him when you were 21. 

You tried not to reflect too much, it’d just end with you being disappointed in yourself for even letting him into your apartment in the first place. It’s all for fun, but still, you should know better. 

Satoru’s a piece of work. Comes from a family swimming in money and has never been told no in his life. He’s impulsive. Very hedonistic, very immature— some people grow out of it, but you have a feeling he’ll never change since he’s never had to work hard for anything in his life. 

He is the last person you’d ever want to date, and for someone who usually dated older men— preferably men like his rich father— fucking a frat boy was just embarrassing on your part.

It’s too bad he’s genuinely one of the best fucks of your life— add in the dick piercing, the stamina that came with being a rugby player, and the fact that he spends every moment with you wanting to please you, and he was hard to get rid of. 

You met Satoru at the gym. You’d think he’d go to the one at his university, but no, he just had to get a membership at the luxury gym that’s on the other side of town. The only reason why you chose to get a membership there, rather than the more affordable gym down the street, was so that you could avoid annoying ass kids. 

Spoiler: It didn’t work. 

He didn’t approach you right away. It started with a couple of stares here and there, all of which you pretended not to see since his attention was the last thing you wanted. You can admit that if he were a little older, you would’ve indulged, but it was clear he was a college student, given how he’s worn t-shirts and hoodies with his university’s name on them. Most professional settings wouldn’t allow piercings either— he’s covered in them. One on his nose, one on his eyebrow, multiple on his ears, and a tongue ring. Not to mention the one he surprised you with when he first came over.

Of course, pretending not to notice an attention whore like Satoru Gojo didn’t work, and you soon found out just how annoyingly persistent he can be.

He started going to the gym at the same time as you. It felt like the machines he used just got closer and closer to you with each visit, up until he boldly used the treadmill right next to you one day— you weren’t having that, by the way, and got off less than a minute later. You could be talking to a trainer or one of the staff members, and he’d shimmy his way into the conversation just to get you to look at him and say something, but his attempts were met with you excusing yourself. 

It got to a point where he didn’t even care about what was said, he just wanted your attention, good or bad. When he finally did get it, it was neither. You were tired of him before he even opened his mouth. 

Imagine this: the annoying little shit coincidentally goes into the sauna at the same time as you, even though you could’ve sworn you saw him walking out the door with his duffle bag thrown over his shoulder. How he managed to strip down into nothing but his slutty little rugby shorts in so little time? You have no clue. His knee was all scraped up though, so it was safe to assume that he fell during the process. 

You gave him a curt smile and closed your eyes.

He still opened his mouth.

“Great sauna, isn’t it?”

Did he just deepen his voice? Christ.

The awkward and pathetic attempt at small talk never made you want to murder yourself more in that moment. You tried not to sound as annoyed as you were when you let out a sigh. 

“It is,” you murmured back, closing your eyes again in hopes that would be the end of it. 

It wasn’t. 

“I love coming here— nice little escape from everything,” he blissfully said.

You couldn’t imagine what the hell that brat needed to escape from. If only you could say the same, you’ve spent more time dodging him than you have working out the past three weeks. 

“Name's Satoru, by the way,” he flashed you a smile. 

You’re not a heartless wretch, so you threw him a bone and told him your name, too. Which was a mistake, the one thing you’ve learned is to never feel sorry for Satoru, give him an inch and he’ll shamelessly take a mile. Minutes later, you’re internally groaning. You hated how smooth he was when asking if you wanted to grab drinks later that night. All the charm and charisma that oozed out of him would put any narcissist to shame. 

“Did you seriously follow me into the sauna just to ask me out?”

He had to pause because that’s not what you were supposed to say, but he was too emotionally invested at that point to give up. 

“Maybe,” he chirps, averting his gaze for a moment. “I swear I wasn’t trying to be weird, though.”

You smile as your eyes scan him from top to bottom, more so out of judgment than interest. “Stripping down into nothing but the male version of booty shorts isn’t weird?”

“Ugh— ok, yeah, fine— maybe it is a little weird,” he sighs, throwing a towel over his shoulders as an attempt to cover up. “Let's just.. Forget about that. Yeah?” You continue to just stare at him, and he clears his throat. “I’d still love to take you out sometime and get to know you a little better. Whatcha think? My treat.”

Age doesn’t matter, you’ll fold too once you see what he’s hiding under his “booty shorts”. Everyone does. 

You cross your arms and lean back on the wooden bench. “I’m sorry– how old are you again?”

“I’m graduating this year,” he proudly says, making your face drop in disbelief— he’s well aware that he’s too young for you, and he’s still trying?

“Right.” The judgment in your tone was loud and clear, continuing to look at him as if he were a harmless spider— there’s no fear or concern, just peeved at how it managed to find its way into your vicinity. “So you’re 21…” You tried pulling more information out of him, “since that’s the age you need to be to order a drink.” 

“Soon,” he continues to tiptoe around the truth. “Everyone knows me, though. Nobody's gonna check my I.D.” 

Besides, he has a fake. He’s had one since he was 16. 

“Oh wow.” 

You still didn’t sound very impressed, not that it stopped him. He somehow was able to go home with your number in his phone that day, mainly because he was starting to annoy you, and giving him your number was the easiest way to get him to stop— harmless spider, remember? He was probably more of a gnat at that point, though, but harmless nonetheless. 

From that point going forward, you ignored him at the gym and his text messages. You could go on your phone and scroll for a minute before seeing a text sent from your end. Now that you think about it, you only texted him back once. 

Unknown Number: i feel like im being edged rn 😔 what’s a man gotta do to get a text back??

You: typing…

You: 

You: typing…

You: turn 21

Unknown Number: bet

You read that response and immediately regretted it. 

He came back a month later, the day after his birthday, and you unfortunately gave in. 

And by giving in, you met him halfway and asked if he wanted to come over. He was hot, but there was no way in hell you wanted to be seen in public with him. Being a man as easy as Satoru, he said yes and spent the entire night putting you in every single position he’s ever imagined having you in. You swear he hit every room on purpose— just bending you over every surface and folding you up in every position. 

You’ve never had someone throw you around that much before. He fucked you like it was some god-given right. You were so far gone that you would’ve done anything he told you to; you’re just glad his only goal that night was to impress you. 

And he did, hence why you are still letting him come over a couple of times a week. Maybe more, maybe less. 

He’s tried to get you to come over to his place before, to which you refused for obvious reasons, and berated him enough to make him never ask you a question as insulting as that ever again. 

He’s also tried to coordinate your gym visits in the past. 

It was a month into whatever little arrangement you had— you say that because you’ve never made an agreement, aside from telling him to never talk to you, talk about you, or approach you in public. 

It would come as a surprise to no one if he spent the whole day there just waiting for you to show up. 

He didn’t even give you a chance to go into the locker and put your things away before attempting to walk up to you. You had just walked past the front desk— head down, phone up— and felt like there was something off, and what do you know? He was walking in a straight line towards you as if you hadn’t banned him from speaking to you in public. 

Luckily, the women's locker room was directly to your left, so you turned and walked there as fast as your legs could take you. You were pissed, slamming your duffel bag down onto one of the benches to spend a minute or two pacing back and forth. There was no way in hell you were going home, so you pulled up with messages with him and sent him a text.

You: Do not fucking embarrass me.

You: Don’t even come near me.  

S. Gojo: fine .

It wasn’t another 20 minutes until you finally stepped out of the locker room, mostly ready to spend the next 30 minutes working out. Usually, it’s 45 minutes to an hour, but you gave yourself some grace, even though you really should’ve been getting the most out of your membership with how pricey it was.

The first 20 minutes were fine— peaceful. You ended up letting your guard down as you fell under the assumption that Satoru left, given how he was nowhere to be found. Then, 2 minutes into using the stairmaster, someone got on the one right next to you, despite the entire row being empty. 

He was met with a scowl. The only response he had for it was throwing his palms out and grimacing right back at you, as if to say, I’m not doing anything wrong.

Minutes later, he’s reaching over and grabbing your water bottle to take a sip from. Mind you, he already had one with him. It had more water in it than yours. 

That was the moment you knew Satoru really wasn’t shit. 

He casually gave it back with a smile, trying to act all cute and be funny, so you sent your water bottle flying at his big head. 

“Ow!” he frowns, rubbing the side of his head, having absolutely no right to look as shocked as he did. “That hurt!”

“Suck it up,” you snapped at him in a hushed tone. “You’re lucky I didn’t lodge it down your throat and drown you.”

“Why would you do either?!” he threw his arms out.

“I don’t know— why would you reach over and drink from my water bottle when you have your own?!”

“Because I wanted water that had some of your backwash in it??” he says, as if it should’ve been obvious. 

To this day, you still don’t know if he was trying to throw you off or if he was being serious.

“If I hear one more word come out of your mouth while I’m here, even if you’re 10 feet away and talking to someone else, I’m fucking blocking you.”

“. . .” You could see the panic in his eyes as his face dropped. “Okay— 10 feet away is fucking crazy—”

“Stop. Talking.”

He opens his mouth, quickly decides he’d rather not find out if you were bluffing or not, and closes it.

You hated being strict with people— you had no other choice but to be strict with Satoru. You could draw a line, explicitly tell him not to cross it and why, and he’d walk right up to it and tap his toe on the other side, just to see if you’d say anything.

With the way you talk about him and talk to him, it’d be easy to assume that you hated him— you complain about the shit he does, you yell at him often, you look at him at times and start to wonder if he was just a sign sent by god to finally get therapy. But you don’t dislike him, let alone hate him.  

On the occasion that you don’t kick him out right after you two fuck, he’s really not that bad to be around. If circumstances were different, you wouldn’t mind being friends with him. He’s easy to talk to, easy to get along with when he’s not actively and purposely fucking around and finding out. You honestly enjoy talking to him here and there. 

Truly.

Except for when he’s talking about anything frat-related. More often than not, it’s dumb and genuinely a waste of your time to listen to. Not to mention the fact that you don’t need any more reminders of who you’ve been welcoming into your home. 

You were pushing thirty for Christ's sake. It'd be one thing if he were just a one-night stand, but he’s not. He raids your pantry when you’re not looking and, on multiple occasions, has purposely left his boxers behind as some sort of parting gift.

It’s gotten easier with time— the embarrassment that washes over you when he says something stupid, that is. Like whatever went down at some party he threw or some joke one of his “brothers” told him. It’s still a waste of your time, but you’ve grown to just let him talk about it rather than shut him down to avoid that pang of guilt you sometimes get when you’re around him. 

There’s the disappointment and the embarrassment, and lately, there’s the odd form of pity you have for him. You’ve always known you were going to have to let Gojo down one day and cut things off completely, you’re not quite sure how he’d take it, though. 

There was some hope that he’d get bored with you and move on to someone new, but that’s slowly diminishing. He’s volunteered to get tested for STDs weekly and sends you the results. He hasn’t slept with anyone else, either, which is shocking. You’ve gotten a glimpse of his phone and his messages, all of which were unopened texts from the girls he’s probably led on in the past— ignoring them all for a woman who does the same to him more than half the time.

Sometimes you wonder if he notices that, too. He has to. You say he’s stupid all the time, but he’s smarter than he lets on. 

—

S. Gojo: how’s my pretty girl doing?? ((:

You: what do u want

S. Gojo: 😭damn not even a question mark?? I didn’t even ask u for anything 😔

You: i can tell when u want something. now what is it

S. Gojo: can i come over after practice today? pretty please

S. Gojo: it ends at 3 today

You: im not even home

S. Gojo: ik i have a key

You: you took my spare key?

You: give it back

S. Gojo: today? (:

You: im not even home by then. I don’t want u there, you’re gonna make a mess

S. Gojo: wtf? I never make a mess

You: what do you even wanna come over for

S. Gojo: i don’t wanna be home later

You: why

S. Gojo: there’s a few sorority girls coming over and they don’t like me

You: why

S. Gojo: it’s just bc of some bet during freshman years

S. Gojo: they’re not over it

You: pig

S. Gojo: i didn’t even tell you what it was!

You: please don’t

You: but ya, no. go to the library or something

S. Gojo: PLEEEEEAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEE

S. Gojo: FUCK i’ll have takeout ready for you when you get off work ffs

S. Gojo: have some compassion these bitches are gonna try to CHOP my DICK off PLEASE

You: maybe you never deserved one to begin with

S. Gojo: BRO???

You: kiddinggg

You: have some pad thai ready for me. I also expect the place to be vacuumed 

S. Gojo: i got u

S. Gojo: i can do your laundry too if you want

You: stop trying to sniff my panties you fucking freak

S. Gojo: ):

You’re home at 5:15 on the dot, and you’re met with the lovely smell of all-purpose cleaner despite only telling Satoru to vacuum. So naturally, you’re in a good mood when you walk into the living room and hang your purse up in the hallway. 

Satoru’s on the couch, turning to look at you and doing that stupid nod he does when he doesn’t feel like verbally greeting someone. 

You slip out of your heels and walk up. “Did you clean the kitchen?”

“A little,” he hums, taking the opportunity to pretty much eye fuck you since you don’t pay much attention to him as you look into the kitchen. 

“What do you want?” you ask suspiciously, turning to look at him lounging back on your couch, half-naked. He’s got nothing but a pair of socks and rugby shorts on, and you can’t help but take a look at his thighs. You don’t ask why his titties are out on display, though, knowing he’d make a comment about how hard he worked cleaning the place. 

“Nothin’,” he shrugs, feigning innocence. The slight twitch of his lip right after gives him away, not that you give it much attention. “How was work?”

“Long,” you yawn. “Slow, too— felt like I was on my phone the entire time.”

He tilts his head, getting ready to fuck with you despite it not even being 5 minutes since you walked through the door. “Are you complaining about doing nothing at work today?”

“Uh, yeah,” you mimic his tone. “I hate looking at the clock all day.”

He huffs out a laugh. “I’m gonna remember this the next time you complain about work being too busy.”

You smile and hum. “Do that, and I’m shoving my socks down your throat.”

“Kinky.” You start to walk away, and Satoru takes the opportunity to reach over the couch, biting his lip as he strikes a palm over your ass. “What else are you tryna do to me?” 

“Choke you,” you boredly say as you walk into your room, but end up smiling when you hear him laugh. You come out a couple of minutes later in a pair of shorts and a tank top. “Where’s the food?”

“The fridge,” he responds, seemingly distracted. 

Only for him to grab your wrist right before you walk past behind him. 

You whip your head around and click your tongue. “What?” you whine, eyes narrowing as you shoot him an irritated look. 

“How hungry are you right now?” he asks, tongue in cheek as he keeps a firm grip on your wrists. 

“Hungry enough.”

“Starving?” There’s an obnoxious glint in his eyes as he asks. 

You scoff. “Does it fucking matter?” 

“Mmmmmm, a little.” He blatantly checks you out as he hums, not struggling to hold on to your wrist at all. He leans over the couch to get a better look at your shorts, his other hand reaching forward to snap your shorts against your skin. “I like these.”

“Let me guess, you’d like them better on the floor.” 

“Something like that— come here,” He stifles a laugh, pulling you closer until you're up against the couch. He snakes an arm around your waist to keep you from leaving, pressing kisses all over your chest. “Been waiting for you forever– give me a minute or two.” 

“You expect me to believe it’ll just be a minute or two?” You smile, trying to keep your breath from hitching as he gets closer to your neck. 

“Mhm. It’s a lie, though.” He places one last kiss against your collarbone, then pulls a hum out of you as he licks a slow, fat stripe up your neck. He tops it off with a couple of kisses along your jaw before nipping at your ear. “How about I work up that appetite a little, hm?”

Your lids grow heavy, each word growing breathier than the last with each kiss and touch. “My stomach’s gonna start hurting.” 

“It’s fine,” he murmurs, running his big hand down your back to your ass, giving it a squeeze before his palm lands on it. “You won’t be thinking about it.” 

He steps over the couch and starts nudging you towards your room, dick print against the fabric of his shorts on full display. 

“No?”

“Nope,” the grin on his face grows, “I’ll keep you distracted.”

And distracted you were. 

Whining as you trembled and clenched around his cock while he worked it into you. You’re at the edge of the bed— bent over for him, back in the craziest arch as he gives you the deepest strokes. The round metal studs under his tip add the right amount of pressure as it drags over your gummy spot.  

He leans back, suppressing a laugh at the sight of your fucked out face and the creamy ring already starting to grow around his base. He’s barely done anything, but he wouldn’t be surprised if he saw drool stains right where your face is pressed up against. It’s always like this, your attitude just magically disappearing the moment he gets near your pussy. Doesn’t matter if it’s his dick, his fingers, his tongue— they’ve all made the miracle of getting you to say please happen. 

“Shit,” he curses under his breath, just mesmerized at the sight of his cock disappearing inside of you. His attention only gets pulled away once he hears a soft, drawn-out moan leave your lips, his hands unconsciously moving up to your hips for him to knead. “You alright?”

“Mhm— go faster.” The demand sounds so sweet falling from your lips, how could he say no?

He rests a knee against the bed and leans over your body. Chest pressed up against your back, caging you in. You rest your head on his forearm, unknowingly letting him get a full view of the tears he’s about to give you. He picks up the pace, angling himself just right with each thrust, watching your eyebrows slightly pinch as your breathing picks up. 

“Can’t believe you wanted to wait for this,” he starts to poke fun at you, and it somehow goes straight to your core. “The hell were you thinkin’, huh?”

“I don’t know,” you murmur. 

“Were you thinking at all?”

“Shut up.” You get whinier with the change of pace. “Can you just– mmh yeah.”

“Yeah?” He grins as you lose your train of thought, rolling his hips nice and slow, working his tip right over that spot that has you curling your toes. “Like that?”

“Mhm,” you hum, fingers starting to dig into his bicep as the praises slowly fall from your mouth. “Feels so good.”

“I knoww– you’re droolin’ on my arm already,” he stifles a laugh as he mocks you, brushing some hair out of your face to grab your chin, turning your head toward him. 

He leans down to kiss you, and it’s nothing short of messy. It's all tongue and wet smacks once he held you down and crashed his lips into yours, just rough and hungry. Greed is what comes to mind once you pull away— lips all swollen and covered in spit, out of breath, heat creeping up your neck. 

It’s just selfish— who grabs people like that?

The hand on your jaw wraps around your neck, and you soon find yourself taking in a sharp breath as Satoru crashes his lips into yours again. His hips continue to rock into you, grinding every inch of himself up against your gummy walls, trying to knock the air out of you as he tries to take it for himself. 

He bites your bottom lip, and you’re giggling as he slowly pulls back, dying out at your throat once he gets back to work. His shallow thrusts grow deep, making your eyes start to glaze over as the fat head of his cock hits and rubs against a spot you’re sure only he can reach. 

“Ready?” he murmurs in your ear. 

“What are you–” 

He bites your bottom lip, then starts fucking you like you owed him your soul or something. He drills every single inch of his cock into you, the sharp sounds of his hips striking against your ass cutting through the air, nearly bringing you to tears from how overwhelming it all is.

“F-Fuck!” you choke out a whine, shoving your face down on the bed, unable to keep up with how fast he’s going. Your cunt stretches around his cock, walls fluttering and squeezing around his length as he pounds you into the bed. Low groans slip through his lips as he sees a mess of slick and cream starting to coat his shaft.

He goes faster. The obscene wet slaps of him pounding your pussy and his heavy balls slapping against your clit grow louder, messier. You’re clawing at your sheets and holding back choked moans each time he slams his tip against your cervix. Your legs start to tremble, struggling to keep them open when each thrust pushes you forward with all the force behind them. 

You start to feel something in your core begin to wrap up and coil, and you are not ready for it. You find yourself crawling forward, trying to close your thighs, all without even realizing it. Satoru lets out a laugh that fades into a low groan as your walls squeeze and tremble around him. 

He teases you as he drags you back by your hips, his ragged voice dripping in amusement.

“You running from me, baby? Where’s this pussy goin’, huh?” He nudges your thighs back apart with his knee, pulling you back on his cock and holding you in place, hips flush against your ass as he lazily grinds into you. 

“Yeah, c'mere— m’not done with you yet.” he rasps, picking up the pace back up again until a messy wet squelch can be heard between you as he pounds you out. He presses your back further down into an arch, fucking into you at a deeper angle. “Mmmm— there we go— just stay right there for me.” 

“Sa— fuck— t-toru!” Your breath shatters as you gasp, pressure starting to build all over again. 

You don’t see the way he smirks when you cry his name like that.

“I know— M’sorry, baby.”

He’s not. A hand slides up your spine to get a fistful of your hair, pulling you up against his chest in one swift go. His pace doesn’t falter as a strong arm wraps around your waist, holding you against him while his lips graze the shell of your ear. 

“Look how good I’m fuckin’ you, though— looks like you’re about to start crying.” He smiles, feeling you squeeze around him as the messy squelch in between your legs becomes more pronounced. 

“T-too much,” you sputter out.

“You should probably cum them,” he offers as if it were a simple solution. “If you want, I can work it out of ya.”

“F-fuck,” you inhale sharply. “Please.”

He lets out a low, pleased hum before he just starts slamming into you, making the bed shake as he starts to knock the absolute wind out of you. His free hand snakes down, slipping down in between your legs until the pads of his fingers find your clit. You tense as he presses on it firmly, breath faltering once he starts rubbing little circles. 

His grip around your waist tightens as he keeps going, not minding your nails as they start scratching and digging into his arm. Soon you’re let out a sharp cry, trembling as you start gushing all over his cock. 

And the way you pussy clamps down and just starts milking him has his thrust growing sloppy, fucking you both through it. 

“Fuck— fuuck,” he lets out a breathy groan, doubling over and nearly squeezing you to death when he starts pumping you full of hot cum, flooding your sensitive walls. He breathes heavy, grinding against you, giving you every last drop. “Shit— that was so fuckin’ good— are you alright?” 

You’re lying limp in his arms, nodding weakly, trying to catch your breath. “Uh-huh”

“You’re so shaky right now,” he heaves, gently letting you down on the bed. “I fucked you good this time.”

“Shut up,” you barely snap at him, “Go get me my food, I can’t fucking walk right now.”

“Fuck— I’m sorry. Don’t kick me out.”

“Get me my fucking food.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he nods, putting his boxers on and walking out of your room with a little smile on his face. 

. . .

He’s leaning against the fridge as he lets his mind run off for a bit, aside from the microwave whirring in the background, it’s quiet— a rare occurrence for Satoru. He doesn’t snap back to reality until he hears footsteps coming up behind him. 

He looks over his shoulder to see you back in the clothes he nearly ripped trying to get off you. And that you’re walking perfectly fine. 

“Thought you couldn’t walk,” he points at you, gesturing his finger up and down.

“So did I,” you shrug, wrapping your fingers around the fridge handle and pulling it open to retrieve a white claw. You can physically feel Satoru staring at you, while something in your spirit is telling you that he’s waiting for you to offer him one. 

You crack it open as you turn to look at him. 

“Can I help you?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Initially, his eyes drift to the drink in your hand and look at it quite longingly. “That looks good.”

“It is good,” you say, then obnoxiously take a sip. “Pairs really well with noodles.”

“I’m sure.” His tones flat as he looks back at the drink. 

You have no idea why he’s so set on waiting for you to offer him one, but you eventually do because you’d rather not get into some weird silent war with him. “Would you like one?”

“Yes, I would,” he says with a blissful sigh, reaching into the fridge to get one for himself. 

The microwave beeps, you open it, and take the plate out yourself. “You know you can just grab one, right?”

The can cracks and he takes a sip, then nods. “I know, I just wanted you to offer me one.”

“Yeah, you made that pretty obvious,” you laugh and walk to the living room, and Satoru naturally follows. “Do you want some of my food, too?”

“No— appreciate you asking, though.”

“Sure,” you say, before muttering, “weirdo.”

He’s the first one to grab the remote and put something on, taking advantage of the fact that you haven’t pushed him out yet, like you do 60% percent of the time. The 40% is too random for him to be able to tell when it’ll happen next. 

You weren’t planning on kicking him out too soon today, though, since he’s currently hiding from an entire group of women.

“Wait, so what did you do to get those girls to hate you?”

“Got dared to homie hop.” He casually shrugs, taking a sip from the can. “Over the course of one weekend.”

“What is wrong with you?” you ask with the utmost disappointment. 

He points to himself. “In my defense, I was 18.”

“I guess.” You stifle a laugh before feeding yourself another fork full of food. “I’m surprised they still hate you that much.”

“Yeah, I got dared to do it again last year,” he finally mentions, just as casual as the last time. 

You pause for a moment as you try to think of an answer. You never do. “Yeah, I think I’d hate you, too.” 

He delusionally brushes you off. “You would’ve loved me. I’m a great friend.”

There's a contemplative look on your face as you tilt your head, thinking of all he’s revealed to you about himself, which is probably just a 3rd of all he’s done. “I’m sure you are.”

“I am,” he scoffs. 

“Yeah— that’s what I said.” You laugh, wiping the side of your mouth off with a napkin before throwing it on the empty plate, getting up to put it away.

You're in the kitchen when Satoru raises his voice to say something to you. 

“I am your friend, right?” he asks. 

You close the dishwasher and walk back out into the living room, there’s a slight pout on his face as he walks for an answer. 

“Yeah,” you let out an amused sigh. “You’re my special friend.”

“Yeah?” He sinks further back into the sofa, looking more pleased. “Special enough to talk to outside of here?” 

“Fuck no,” you say with zero hesitation, wiping the smile off his face again. “You wouldn’t be special anymore. Is that what you want? You wanna be an average normie?”

There are two things in this world that Satoru would never want to be— average and poor.

He crosses his arms and scoffs. “You really know how to turn a situation around on other people, don’t you? That’s pretty evil, y’know that?”

You feign innocence, looking at him all concerned. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“Whatever,” he rises from his seat, accepting your evil nature and his role as your special little slut. “Can we shower together?”

You give a bored look, knowing he’s gonna try to get you to scrub his back. “Fine.”

. . .

Tonight’s just like every other Friday night. The bass of the music bouncing off the walls, loud conversations happening in every direction. Most people are having a good time, while some are crying their eyes out over something that’ll seem minuscule a couple years from now. The only thing that’s changed is Satoru hasn’t, and most likely won't, bring a girl up to his room tonight. 

For once, all of his attention is on playing his fifth round of beer pong. 

The guys will still give him shit for the sudden change, but it was never a bad thing, just odd. They’ve given up on theories as to why after realizing Satoru really wasn’t going to cave and tell them this time around. Not even Suguru. He doesn’t need to ask, though, he knows Satoru is fucking someone. With how secretive he’s been though, he’s most likely sneaking around with someone that’ll get him in trouble if word gets out. Like the wife of one of his father's very affluent and important friends, perhaps? It was on brand for him.

It wasn’t that serious. Suguru will find out, eventually. He just hopes it doesn’t end badly for his friend that’s brought enough scandals for his family, being the problem child he’s always been. Hell, he’s being problematic right now, pulling Suguru out of his thoughts as some poor girl tugs on Satoru’s shirt.

Suguru has no idea what she said to him, but he steps in a little closer, pretending to focus on the game as he listens to whatever his friend has to say. Satoru barely looks at her and responds, not only rudely, but with quite possibly the most ridiculous words Suguru has ever heard come out of his mouth. 

“Sorry, sweetheart– I like my women a little more grown.” 

Mind you, they were in the same year. 

She laughs, there’s still stars in her eyes as she looks at him. “Wait, what?”

He shortens it. “M’not interested.”

“Why?” she asks, eyes growing dull. 

And Satoru, having already lost his patience, takes a step back and looks at her from head to toe, looking for another reason. It’s quite embarrassing— standing there and waiting for someone to figure out what they don’t like about you. 

“Yeaah, no.” He takes another look at her. “You just don’t do it for me— sorry.”

You’d think it’d be fine since he didn’t point out any of her features, but being told you ‘don’t do it’ for someone that you’ve already fucked doesn’t feel very good, nor does realizing that he completely forgot that they have, multiple times. He’s gotten drunk and fucked a lot of people. Keyword: Drunk. He doesn’t remember most of the time, hence his initial confusion when she threw a drink in his face. 

Unfazed, he wipes the remnants of her drink off his face, throwing her off in the process as he treats it like it’s a common occurrence and that he’s used to it (he’s very used to it).

“You just proved my fuckin’ point,” Satoru says, still unimpressed as he takes his shirt off and continues to casually wipe himself off. “Grow up.”

The comment makes her realize he was being dead serious with his original reason for rejecting her, even though he had zero problem with fucking her at the beginning of the year. “Oh fuck you, Gojo,” she ends up cursing at him as she storms off, furious and embarrassed.

“Yeah– not happening!” he laughs and yells back loud enough for her to hear.

Suguru just laughs because fucking called it. He totally was seeing someone older, and Satoru's response gave it away. Suguru doesn’t mention it, though. “You coulda been a little nicer, y’know?”

“Whatever,” he waves him off, knowing he could’ve been ruder, but chose not to. “I’ll probably never see her again after graduation, anyway.”

Suguru shrugs. “You never know.”

Satoru ruffles his hair with the semi-damp t-shirt in his hand, wondering why his friend decided to embrace his inner Gandhi when he’s just as bad as him. Satoru literally watched him tell a girl to stop crying after he cut things off with her, then added salt to the wound by giving her some speech about how she wouldn’t run after a snake and explain how being bitten made her feel. Suguru wasn’t technically wrong, but he did not have to say all that. With that being said, he wasn’t in the mood to listen to Suguru lecture him any more though, and lets the comment go. 

“I’m gonna go wash the rest of this shit off,” he says, referring to the sheer pink stain on his hair. 

Suguru pats his back a couple of times as he continues to laugh. “Have fun with that. Try not to run into her or friends.”

Satoru hoped not, that mini-meltdown was enough for him. He wasn’t stumbling or anything, but having to walk through crowds to get to his room made him realize he was drunker than he realized, not that it made him feel any remorse for the words he said. They did not warrant getting a drink thrown in his face. 

The first thing he does when he gets to his room is kick out a couple making out on his bed, throwing a couple of insults and threats their way as they scurry out of his room. Then he walks into his bathroom to wash his hair off in the sink, which leads to him completely stripping down in frustration and hopping in the shower, in hopes that it’d sober him up a bit. 

It doesn’t— it just makes him want to call it a night. 

He dries himself off and throws on a pair of boxers and sweats before sitting down on his bed with his phone in hand. His thumb hovers over the call button as he stares at your contact. The room continues to spin as he wonders if you were even awake. It was pushing midnight. 

After spending way too much time wondering if you’d answer, his thumb hits the screen. The phone rings once. Twice. Then a third time.

“What do you think you’re doing calling me this late?” you immediately grill him, your smooth and unhurried tone making you sound more amused than anything. 

He smiles as he stifles a laugh. “I can’t call you and say what’s up now?”

“People don’t usually call someone at midnight to say what's up.”

“M’not like other people,” he chuckles, though you know deep down inside, he wouldn’t dare put himself in the same category as a regular person. There isn’t one mirror he’s walked by and hasn’t looked at— the way Satoru looks at his own reflection could send anyone into a crisis, wondering if their spouses really did love them as much as they claimed.

“Yeah, you’re real different,” you respond blandly, coming off as trying to knock him down a peg, when really you’re just trying to move on. “Anyways, what do you want?”

“You should let me come over,” he doesn’t hesitate to say, slurring his words slightly. 

“No.”

He pulls his phone away from his ear and looks at it with his brows pinched together, all hurt from how you didn’t even bother thinking about it before giving him an answer. 

“Why not?” he grumbles, finding himself more offended than usual. “I miss you.”

He’s reminded that you don’t actually hate him when you begin to laugh at how endearing he can be, even when he’s just complaining. “I saw you two days ago.”

“What can I say, baby?” he murmurs, the stupid grin on his face widening when he hears you click your tongue. “You make it hard not to with that tight little p—”

Are you drunk right now?” You cut him off, wiping the smile right off that little pervert's face. 

“Maybe.” 

He hears you let out a disgusted scoff on the other side of the phone. “Ew, no. I don’t wanna fuck you when you’re all drunk and sloppy.”

At first, he lets out this noise that can only be described as what a pout would sound like if you could hear it. “First of all, I’m not sloppy. Second, I wasn’t asking to fuck, just let me spend the night. It’s loud here— buncha’ hooligans running around.” 

“So you can fuck with my sleep?”

“Baby, I would never fuck with your beauty sleep,” he swears. “I’m a beast— not a fuckin’ monster.”

“You are such a fucking loser.” You pinch your nosebridge as you sigh and mutter under your breath. “You’ll be fine. Just take another shot and put some earplugs in.”

“I don’t have any!” 

“Headphones then,” you curtly say. “Anyways, I’m going to bed now—”

“No, wait—”

“Good night~”

Click.

Satoru’s left staring at the wall in disbelief, jaw all the way to the floor. Surely you could’ve offered him a couch— but you didn’t bother, and the thought adds to the betrayal that’s already exacerbated from all the shots he’s taken earlier. It doesn’t go away, it just simmers once he’s processed the fact that you basically told him that he could suffer and fucking die, for all you cared, before hanging up. 

The music’s so loud that the walls are fucking shaking, there’s no point in noise cancelling headphones when he can feelhow loud it is. His eyes dart between his phone, his dresser, and the door before finally getting up with an irritated sigh. 

“Fuck this.”

. . .

Instead of sleeping, like you said you would when hanging up on Satoru, you continued to watch what you put on the tv prior to answering your phone. Though with how late it was, your eyes inevitably grew heavier with each blink, and you found yourself beginning to doze off. 

Until a knock on the door and the muffled sound of your name being called snaps you right back to reality. 

“I swear to god if that’s—” you begin murmuring to yourself as you walk up to the door, cutting yourself off because no shit it’s Satoru. You can’t think of anybody else who would still come over despite being told no.  

You swing the door open, annoyed that it doesn’t swing outwards, it would’ve been nice to hit him with it. He’s leaning against the entryway to stop himself from swaying in place, as carefree as ever. 

“What are you doing here?!”

Immediately, he begins to beg. “You have got to let me sleep here— some nasty couple fucked on my bed and there’s a group of psychos hunting me down with pitchforks.”

He was not going back there, and if a little truth-twisting is what it takes to get you to let him, then so be it.

Your face twists in annoyance. “Hunt you down for what?!”

“For turning one of them down.” He throws his arms out, pretending to be outraged. “Threw a drink in my face and everything just because I wouldn’t fuck her! And now my bed smells like rotten fish—”

“Just get inside,” you snap at him, feeling an incoming headache starting to form from his theatrics.

“Thank you.”

Despite showering and brushing his teeth, you can still smell some of the alcohol radiating off of him as he walks past you. Irritated, you shut the door a little too harshly, missing the way the man flinched as he stood there and waited for you. You completely ignore him, walking to the coffee table and picking up the remote to turn the T.V off. You walk off to your room after, with Satoru following right behind you like a lost puppy. 

The decorative pillows get plucked off the bed one by one. The only reason why he doesn’t ask if you need help with anything is that he is a little too scared to ask. You pull the duvet back and whip your head around to look at him. 

“Get in,” you order, and he quickly walks around to the other side, pulling his shirt over his head and leaving his sweats on. “And do not wake me up tonight.”

“Kay’,” he says quietly, slipping the covers. 

You follow, after killing the lights, sighing as you lay your head back and close your eyes. He awkwardly lies there at first, arms pulling the blanket up to his chest, staring at the ceiling. It’s not how he sleeps, and frankly, he is really fucking uncomfortable. He’s also scared to move right now.

But Satoru is Satoru, and at the very last minute, turns and snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. He slides a leg in between yours, and you open your mouth to protest, only to get cut off by his slightly nervous voice. 

“Good night.” 

. . .

Satoru wakes up twice. 

Once at 6:00 am to a pounding headache. He got up to look for an over the counter painkiller. Luckily, he found some in the first cabinet he opened in your kitchen and downed more than he should’ve before getting back in bed, throwing an arm and a leg over you, and falling back asleep. 

Then again, at 11:00 am, when he hears some shuffling around the room and realizes you are no longer next to him. 

He opens one eye and mumbles, “Where are you going?” 

You’re in a hurry as you put a pair of socks on. “To a pilates class.” 

“Can I come?” he pops his head up and asks, struggling to open both eyes.

There’s an incredulous look on your face when you pause and look at him. “Absolutely not.”

“Why not?”

“Well, for one, you look like a fucking mess right now.” He didn’t really need to hear that, he already figured it out since he feels like one right now. “Two, I don’t need you sitting alone in the corner, watching me for an hour straight.”

“That’s mean as fuck.”

“Not one lie was told,” you argue back, getting the last sock on and rising to your feet. “I’m not kicking you out just yet, so you can stay if you want.” 

“Oh, I fuckin’ will.” It comes out as if kicking him out was never an option to begin with, earning himself a little side eye that he was too busy stretching his arms out to notice. You quickly let it go, figuring the hangover was doing a number on him. “Do you have food?”

“Yeah, just look around in the fridge.” You look at your watch, then throw your bag over your shoulder after realizing you’re just barely running on time. “I’ll be back in like an hour.”

“Kay’,” he yawns, lying back against the pillow and closing his eyes once you're out of view. 

As much as his head hurts, he’s glad he’s suffering here and not at the house. It’s quiet, your bed’s comfy, time actually feels like it’s running slow for once. There are another 15 minutes of peace before it is ruined by the ring of his phone. 

Before he reaches for it on the nightstand, he takes a few seconds to shove his face into the  pillow and let out a slew of curses. He picks up the phone and answers, as if his head wasn’t pounding more than ever. 

It’s Suguru, who’s not as concerned as he is confused. “Hey, so— you’re not home.”

“M’not,” Satoru mumbles. 

Suguru gives him room to explain, but speaks again when he realizes Satoru’s not going to take any of it. “Where are you then?” Again, not concerned, just confused.

“At a friend’s,” Satoru vaguely says. Even in his current fucked up state, he still remembers that you don’t want him talking about you at all. 

“...and this is the friend that you’re not fucking and avoiding everyone for, right?”

He lets out a laugh. “Exactly.”

At least Suguru’s smart and is able to read between the lines, meaning that was enough information for him. “Alright.” He laughs with him. “I’ll let you go then. Have fun with your friend.”

“I will.”

Right after he hangs up, he hears another notification go off that’s not from his phone. He hears the ping a couple more times and quickly realizes it’s your phone hiding under the sheets. You were in too much of a rush to realize you forgot to bring it with you. 

Satoru’s not one to look through someone else’s phone. He never has, never cared to, never felt the need to. So fighting the urge not to was not only something new, but incredibly fucking difficult. It’s literally right in his hand. He even knows your passcode from the one time he watched you unlock it because his memory’s perfect. 

One minute. He’ll just give himself one minute to take a peek. 

. . . 

It’s been several. 

Putting it down, while he’s in the middle of scrolling through a particular conversation, feels impossible. Even when he knows he’s just ruining his own morning by looking at it, he continues to read and make mental notes. 

His names Shiu. 37 years old. Moderately successful. 

Boring as fuck. 

He can tell when someone’s forcing themselves to keep a conversation alive, and can’t wrap his head around why you’d even bother when it’s over shit you have zero interest in. Shiu hasn’t even complimented you once. Nothing about you physically, not even the bare minimum of making a comment about how he enjoys talking to you, since it’s you carrying all of these dry, meaningless conversations. 

It's like he just expects you to talk to him. 

He continues to scroll, getting closer to the more recent messages, and Satoru finally sees something interesting. Not for you or Shiu, but for him. Reservations for your date next weekend. The first date. 

And also your last.

. . . 

Before you met him, Shiu wasn’t someone you’d ever imagined yourself being with. He’s calm, quiet, and more of a listener than he was a talker. Not much of a joker or a gossiper. 

He was just stable. Rooted. Shiu is a man who couldn’t be moved. 

He was a safe choice. A smart one. A mellow man with a successful career. Given your track record of failed relationships with men that you chose based on how exciting you found them, maybe it was time to be smarter.

Some may say it was settling, but you say it’s being practical and choosing what’s best for you. 

After a few weeks of casual texting, you were finally having dinner with him tonight. You weren’t exactly excited, but you weren’t nervous either— maybe this is him rubbing off of you. 

You’re not sure, honestly. 

It feels like there’s something missing, and in its place is the weight of something that refuses to show itself to you, as if its sole purpose was to burden you with confusion. 

You take one last look at yourself before you leave, smoothing your hand over the long, tight black dress you chose to wear. Flattering, not too revealing. The same for your shoes, just simple black kitten heels. 

At the last minute, Satoru manages to squeeze his way into your mind as you randomly recall the last time you saw him, which was exactly a week ago. The only thing that was off was his supernatural ability to bounce back from a hangover in under an hour. He was fine by the time you got home— at least fine enough to follow you into the bathroom for some shower sex. 

You haven’t heard from him since he went home that day. You should be relieved, you wanted him to get bored with you and pull away, yet here you are, wondering why you haven’t heard from him. 

. . .

Shiu wasn’t a man who couldn’t be moved— that would require being passionate about something, and so far, he’s about as dry as a matchstick.

And maybe there is something that he’s passionate about, but you doubt it. It’s not necessarily a complaint, just a change in the way you saw him. Shame on you for building up a false idea of him in your head. 

At least he’s still calm and quiet— you’re just hoping that all there is to him. 

As for now, Shiu was like a constant stream of water that never changed in temperature. He was a place on earth where the weather never changed. A solid 70 degrees, every single day. Acceptable. Easy to digest. Nothing out of the ordinary is ever likely to happen with him. 

He’s still a safe choice.

You’re not exactly sure how it’d be what’s best for you, though. You liked surprises— they turned an ordinary day into a day worth remembering— a life without them was just a forgotten past and pointless future. 

You could be acting a little dramatic over it right now, but you are honestly sick and fucking tired of getting absolutely nowhere with all the guys you’ve dated and spoken to.

Which is why you push yourself to consider that Shiu could just be a little shy, it's only 15 minutes into your date after all. You remind yourself that opening up takes time, for reasons that make only you feel better. 

You haven’t had a quarter life crisis yet, but learning that you’ve spent all this time swinging sledge hammers and wrecking balls at a safe that’s been empty from the start might finally take you there. 

You take a sip of your wine and set it back down. “Do you know what you’re gonna order?” 

He slowly shakes his head, humming  indecisively. “Not yet.” 

You wait for him to say something else, but to no one’s surprise, he doesn’t. “You mentioned it’s your 9th time coming here. Do you have any favorites that you reorder?” 

He hums again. “Nah. The food here’s decent, but I haven’t had anything that’s stood out to me just yet.” 

It’s not often people leave you speechless, especially on first dates, but here you are. Tight lipped, eye threatening to twitch. 

“Wow— you’re 9th time here, and you still haven’t found a dish that left you satisfied at the end of the meal?” 

You’re really hoping he backtracks and corrects you. Coming to a restaurant you don’t like that many times was one of the most ridiculous things you’ve ever heard. 

“Not yet,” he smiles and shakes his head, as if wasting his time and money on a restaurant he didn’t like was just a silly little quirk of his. “Maybe today will be the day.” 

Why the fuck would he take you here?

“Fingers crossed,” you force out a light laugh, feeling your patience start to fade.  “So you’re just gonna keep coming here until you’ve gone through the entire menu?” 

“Yeah, I guess,” he chuckles, not catching the slight irritation in your tone. “What can you do, you know?” 

“I mean… you can always try new restaurants,” you suggest. 

“Nah.” He waves a hand as if that's doing too much. “Easy to stay here. I already know what to expect.” 

It took the amount of discipline a sergeant had to hold back on saying that this wasn’t the doctor's office or the fucking barber shop. 

You can absolutely check other places out.

Does this guy not understand free will exists? 

“Makes sense,” you lie, pushing out all the enthusiasm you’re able to put forward. “No point in fixing something if it’s not broken, you know?” 

“Exactly,” he proudly nods. 

“There you two are!” 

…You were going to kill yourself if it’s who you think it is. 

At first, you ignored the familiar voice and instead took an extra big sip of wine. 

He hates being ignored though, so instead of pulling up a seat between you and your date as he had originally planned, he sits right next to Shiu and smiles at the way you instantly freeze. 

You hate to admit how good he looked tonight. His hair’s styled for once, loosely brushed back with some expensive styling cream. You can’t help but notice how much sharper his eyes look with his hair out of his face. More rough and intimidating. He was in a white button up, tailored to perfection, rolled up at his elbows, leaving the top buttons of the shirt unbuttoned to show off the chain he always wore. Grey tweed trousers, also tailored to perfection. 

“My bad— ran into some traffic on the way here.” 

Satoru turns to Shiu, who’s even more confused than you, and holds his hand out for a handshake, giving him a veryformal introduction. 

Afterwards, Satoru proceeds to pluck the menu out of your date's hand. 

“Alright, Shiu, what are we getting tonight?” 

Shiu is visibly appalled when he looks at you, but doesn’t say anything because he’s never had a stranger do that before. Especially when the stranger’s as eccentric as Satoru. 

“I— I don’t know.” Your date stumbles on his words at first from the surprise of Satoru’s sudden appearance. “I didn’t get to finish looking through the menu.” 

“Wait— really?” 

Satoru looks at his watch and sees how you two have been here for nearly 20 minutes, and he still hasn’t picked something. He doesn’t wait for a response and hands the menu back since he already found what he liked, which sucks for you because now he can direct his attention elsewhere. 

He leans back and nods at you, because you haven’t spoken at all yet. 

“What’re you getting?” You catch the split second his entire expression darkens. He is fucking pissed.

“The cod and asparagus,” you murmur. 

“That’s fucking disgusting,” he says through a smile, playing it off as a joke even though you both know it’s not. “Your palate sucks though, so I’m not surprised.” 

“Yeah, no— it’s fucking awful,” you let out a laugh. “I need to start eating better— feels like I’ve been eating nothing but junk the past few months.” 

His face drops, and just before he’s about to say something 10x ruder, Shiu cuts in. 

“I’m sorry, I’m still confused,” he takes several steps back to about 5 minutes ago, “was there some sort of mix up here? I thought this was a date-date, not a dinner with… friends.” Shiu looks back at you, and you’re no help, you’re just glaring. 

“A date?” Satoru huffs out a laugh, making the man look like an idiot for even thinking this was a date. “It’s been dinner this whole time. You’re the one who booked a reservation for four, our other friend couldn’t make it.” 

Shiu's face twists in confusion. “What? No, no, no— I booked the reservation under two.”

“No, you didn’t. It was booked under four,” he sadly breaks it to him. “You can go ask the receptionist if you want, but I swear it’s four.” 

Shiu gets up from his seat to go talk to the receptionist, because he knows he booked it for two— he’s not fucking crazy. 

And it’s true, he’s not. Satoru’s the crazy one here.

He’s still gonna go home believing he is though, since the receptionist got paid to change the booking information and lie to him. 

Satoru laughs just thinking about it, then downs the rest of Shiu’s wine, ready to gaslight him over that, too. 

Finally, he looks back at you and feels a sick sense of satisfaction. You’re angry… baffled, in complete and utter disbelief— you’re looking at him like you’re two seconds away from jumping over the table and strangling him. 

Though in the end, you gather yourself together as you finally ask: “What are you doing here, Satoru?” 

“Why the fuck are you on a date with someone right now?” His tone clipped, it sounds like he’s about to throw a fit.

“I—“ you stop for a moment, reminding yourself not to yell. “Satoru, we’re not in a relationship.” 

“Fine, then,” he decides to rephrase it, “why are you trying to replace me? And with him? Seriously?!” 

“What’s wrong with him?!” 

“He looks like a sleazy pornstar from the 80s!”

“Not everything is about looks—“

He laughs and cocks his head to the side. “Ok, what is it then? Is his dick bigger than mine?”

Your brows pinch together. Of course, he’s worried about that. “No— I haven’t even seen it yet.” 

“Yet?!” his voice broke. 

“I didn’t mean it like that.” 

You try to use a more stern tone to get him to relax, but you don’t think it’ll work. Satoru looks fucking devastated.

“What’s next, you're gonna have babies with him?”

Your jaw drops at his conclusion. “What? No! Do you not realize how dramatic you sound right now?” 

“I’m being replaced by a man with fucking pornstache!” he points to himself and says. 

“Excuse me?” You’re both interrupted by a timid waitress. “Um– the man that was here earlier just left.”

“I’m not surprised,” you mutter until your breath. 

“Yeah…” she sighs, almost apologizing for it. “Were you guys ready to order?”

You glance back at Satoru, and he’s looking away with his arms crossed. “Could I just get the bill for the drinks?”

“Oh, no worries about that! It’s all been covered already by Mr. Gojo. You can just head out when you’re ready.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“Of course! Have a good n–” she cuts herself off, knowing damn well you weren’t. “Take care.”

You would’ve laughed at how timid she was if you weren’t so irritated, and instead just nod and smile. You look back at the date crasher, contemplating whether you should thank him or not for trying to cover the bill, but hold off, knowing he probably only did it to assert even more dominance over your date than he already has. 

“We’re leaving.” You rise up and grab your purse. Satoru doesn't even look at you, let alone move an inch, because he’s throwing a fucking tantrum, so you slam your hand on the table. “Get up.”

He gets up.

There’s a slight pout on Satoru’s face as he follows you out of the restaurant and into the parking lot. His hands are shoved in his pockets, dragging his feet. 

“Where’s your car?” you ask. 

“There,” he mumbled and nodded in its direction, then suddenly, you’re pinching his ear and yanking on it. 

“Ow—”

“Walk,” you say through gritted teeth, pinching harder. 

“Ow– fuck– I am,” he chokes out. “Ow, ow, ow.”

You continued to drag him through the parking lot, ignoring his pleas for you to let go. 

“Suck it up,” you coldly respond. “You were asking for it when you crashed my date.”

“I’m sorry, I… ugh— I’m really not, he was lame as fuck, but still— your nails, ow.”

“Exactly, so get over it,” you continue to scold him. “Can’t believe you fucking did that.”

“Because you—”

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you cut him off, giving his ear one last tug, leaving him next to the driver's side door of his car. “Take me home. Now.”

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