Assassination Games; OPLA!Sanji
You're an assassin hired to kill Roronoa Zoro and Sanji is his friend who overhears you agree to do it. How you two ended up sharing a hotel room together months later, neither of you were entirely sure.
Warnings: Suggestive/implied smut at the end, takes place before S2 but post-S1, drugging (strawhats get drugged but it's fine), jealous!Sanji, Zoro is a little shit who can't resist the urge to annoy Sanji, misunderstandings, wing-woman Nami, mentions of death/killing (for money), violence/murder. The entire fic is kind of all over the place with timeskips/cuts. May write a part two in the future :)
The Baratie was packed of residents and pirates alike; thankfully, no marines in sight. Sanji had been sentenced to waiter duty after telling Zeff how his chefs still sucked, despite his time away with his crew.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a beautiful woman seat herself in the same booth that he met his friends at. She had a sword attached to her hip and an unimpressed look on her face. Sanji grinned to himself as he began to think of some pick-up lines to use, serving someone their meal as he did so. Sure, his crew may have been up to something much more exciting than he currently was, but he couldnât turn down a chance to work with Zeff again, much less ignore such a beautiful woman.
You watched Sanji walk past your table empty-handed, presumably heading over to take other patrons orders. He shot you a charming smile that had you rolling your eyes in amusement. It was boring, waiting for your contractor to show up, but the workers here were so interesting (and not to mention cute).
A man sitting at your table had turning your attention from the door that the blonde had just walked through, and you resisted a sigh. You knew what was coming, and you didnât want any part in it, even if you couldnât express that.
By the time Sanji had managed to convince a waiter to let him take over for your table, you were already preparing to leave. You had just stood, about to walk from the Baratie when Sanji spoke.
âSorry for the wait, Madam,â he smiled, despite your back to him. âI sincerely hope you arenât leaving me here, such a beautiful woman as yourself is sure to make my shift much more interesting.â The flirtation rolled off his tongue with ease, but his words went ignored, interrupted by a man he hadnât seen.
âSo, we have a deal then?â His voice was muffled by a mask that covered his face.
You paused for a moment, not turning to face the masked man or Sanji as you replied.
âFine, Iâll do it. Iâll kill Roronoa Zoro for you.â
Now, while Sanji may dislike the swordsman, he didnât want him dead; most of the time, anyway. His shift on the Baratie came to a swift end as he heard her words, eyes watching her leave, hand clenched into a fist on her sword. He knew he had to warn the others. Had to warn Zoro and then leave to find another island.
Roronoa Zoro, for all strength and skill, was never good at covering his tracks. The whispers about the green-haired brute entered your ears the moment you docked on the island.
Idiot, you thought to yourself. He doesnât even know itâs me and he isnât bothering to be discreet.
It was obvious where he would be, and so you headed to the bar.
It wasnât like he was hard to spot, the bright green hair stood out in any crowd, not to mention you would recognise his posture anywhere⊠and he was at the bar, obviously. Typical Zoro.
âLong time no see, Roronoa,â was your greeting as you took a seat beside him, ordering a drink.
His eyes snapped to you instantly. You were sat there, smiling at him. He hadnât seen you in years and you were acting as though it was like you were still kids.
âWhat are you doing here?â He asked. His tone may have been cold and seemingly unaffected, but years of training together meant that you could see the well-hidden shock in his eyes easily.
âLetâs call it a favour for an old friend,â you began, nodding at the bartender as he handed you a drink. âPeople want you dead.â
Zoro scoffed.
âTell me something I donât know,â
âIâm being serious, âro. I donât know who it is, but theyâre hiring a lot of talented people.â
The use of your nickname for him sent him back in time, but the serious look on your face snapped him from it; you were never one to be serious.
âIâll be fine. Itâs not like theyâll be able to do it.â
You shook your head in annoyance, taking a final sip from the bottle in your hands before sliding it to him and standing.
âFine, whatever.â You turned to walk away but stopped. âJust remember that you canât keep your promise to Kuina if youâre dead.â
Zoro silently watched you leave.
Maybe you had a point.
âA lot of people? Jeez, Mosshead, just how many people have you pissed off?â Sanji asked Zoro, an amused smile curled on his lips as he spoke.
âA few,â Zoro was as blunt as ever.
Silence fell over the crew for a moment before Nami spoke up.
âWho told you this, anyway? I mean, isnât it weird that someone knows that.â
Zoro shrugged, sipping the drink you had shoved at him before you stormed off.
Seeing you after all these years had been a shock. After all these years - and somewhat different professions â he hadnât expected to see you again. He was a pirate hunter, but you were just a hunter. An assassin. You would kill anyone if the price was high enough, didnât matter who. Oh, thatâs why you know: youâve been hired to kill him.
Zoro may be stupid, but he wasnât a complete idiot. He knew you well enough to know that you wouldnât do it. You werenât warning him for some twisted sense of fun, you just wanted him to know to watch his back. Huh, people donât really change, do they?
The first thing you noticed as you walked by the bar was how empty it was. It wasnât late, so why was it empty? The next thing was the quiet chuckles and murmured words from an alleyway. With cautious steps, you approached.
âDidnât think itâd work,â a man chuckled, leaning over⊠something. âI mean, all the strawhats were stupid enough to drink it? Itâs a shame really, I thought this would be harder.â
Another man spoke up.
âThink of the bounties youâll get, boss!â
And a third man; the bartender from earlier, you realise.
âI better get a big cut, I was the one who slipped it in their drinks, after all.â
The second man, an âapprenticeâ of sorts, spoke again.
âNo way?! I was the one that made the drug, why do you get it?â
The young apprentices began bickering.
âTheyâre not even fully unconscious, idiot! They just canât move. Your drug sucks.â
You rolled your eyes as you silently approached. They were arguing so loud that it wouldnât have even mattered if you had sprinted at them.
Amateurs, you thought to yourself as you unsheathed your sword, stabbing the leader with such speed and strength that it killed him instantly. His body fell to the floor.
The previous arguing ceased as their teacherâs body slumped to the floor, blood leaking onto the ground. They stared in shock for a second, until the third man succumbed to the same fate. His friend â and currently the only alive one â looked at the two bodies on the ground before spinning to face you.
Your lips were pulled into a neutral, unimpressed expression as you stared at him. He was younger than you, as to be expected since he was learning. You resisted the urge to glance at the crew who were paralyzed on the ground. That could come later, right now, you need to keep your eyes on the target to ensure you have the advantage.
âYou should really watch your mouth,â your voice was like ice. âI mean, your arguing just got your two co-workers killed. Does that not bother you? I mean, itâs your fault theyâre dead, so you should feel guilty.â You didnât care, to be honest. All this was just part of the job and you needed to anger the man enough to draw his weapon so you knew what you were dealing with.
It worked. The man drew a tiny knife and you laughed.
âThat is what youâre using the kill Zoro and his crew? God, assassins really have gone downhill, havenât they?â
Your taunting words clearly riled him up more as he swung at you. The tiny blade did nothing. You simply stepped back and swung your sword at him, ending him in one swoop. It was nothing. They were nothing.
A glance around showed that there were no hidden enemies, so you were safe to sheath your blade and check on those in front of you.
Kneeling besides the pile of pirates was oddly entertaining. They were all tossed into a pile, no regards for the orange-haired woman being on the bottom and Zoro on the top of them all.
âI hope you all feel bad for crushing your friend, idiots,â you murmured after pressing your fingers to the pulse point of each of their necks.
At least theyâre alive, you thought. But annoyingly, you now had to sit around and wait until one of them came around enough to watch the others.
Sanji was the first to successfully fight the paralysis and he shot up the moment he was able to.
You were still sat there, back facing them all as you watched the moonlit night through the end of the alley; watching for enemies, Sanji assumed.
Surely he could take you down? Especially since you werenât paying him any attention and were unarmed. He just had to be quick. You were obviously just waiting to get Zoro alone, so he needed to be quick to save Mosshead.
âOh, itâs you.â You seemed genuinely taken aback as you looked over your shoulder to see Sanji now sat. âFrom the Baratie. Weird, you donât seem like the type of guy âro would usually hang out with.â You turned back to the moon.
Nami was the next to move, shoving the others from her with a groan.
âYou know Zoro?â She asked as she stood, brushing off the dirt from her clothes.
You nodded. âThat canât have been comfortable.â
Nami groaned, shoving Zoro onto his back with her foot which pulled a laugh from you.
âHe was the worst,â
Your laughter fell to a simple smile as you watched her. You could feel Sanjiâs eyes on you but paid him no mind.
âYeah, he is pretty heavy,â you turned to face her fully. âAre you feeling all right?â
You approached Nami, gently grasping her shoulders. Sanij abruptly jumped to his feet, preparing for a fight, yet you didnât even look at him. Even as he stood within attack range, your eyes were focused solely on Nami as you used your hands to move her body, checking her pulse before giving a satisfied hum.
Then, you finally turned to Sanji who was staring at you. You did the same to him, gently grasping his chin to try and check him over. Your eyebrows furrowed when he pulled himself from his grasp.
âOh, sorry. I should have asked.â You apologised with a step back; hands raised in surrender gesture.
Namiâs own eyebrows furrowed as she watched the interaction. This wasnât usual Sanji. No, Sanji would have been all over you. What was going on?
âSanji, what? You usually love the attention.â
âSheâs here to kill him too,â Sanji stated, staring at you.
You saw Namiâs own eyes widen â cursing herself for not considering that idea â and pull out her own weapon. You didnât react in the way she had expected. You didnât reach for your weapon, nor did you flee. You just stood there, arms still raised.
âHeâs right, well, kind of,â you shrugged casually, as though the fact you were here to kill their friend was something normal.
Nami prepared to attack, but you still didnât move.
âWhat are you doing?â Zoroâs voice was slightly slurred but still held his usual annoyance.
Nami hesitated, especially since Zoro, despite having heard the conversation â the paralytic drug only took away their ability to move, not hear â didnât reach for his own weapon. He just looked bored.
âHave you lost your hearing or something? Sheâs here to kill you, Mosshead.â
Zoro glanced over at your still unmoving body. He shrugged, shocking the threatening pair even more. Why didnât he care?
âIâm aware,â Zoro said. âShe told me. She wonât do it so you can stop whatever youâre planning.â
Nami hesitated for a moment, weapon still pointed at you, but one look from Zoro had her reluctantly stepping back. Sanji did the same. Once you were sure they werenât going to jump at the chance to attack you, you dropped your hands back to your sides.
âWell, now thatâs sorted, are you guys going to be alright if I go, or are you going to get drugged and almost killed again?â You asked as you inspected Zoro. He shrugged you off, as to be expected.
âWeâll be fine, just go.â
You nodded at Zoroâs words, turning to leave but were instead greeted with another assassin.
âAre you serious?â
Nami and Sanji shoved the still paralysed Luffy and Usopp on their backs as you and Zoro prepared the fight. Sanji didnât trust you not to kill Zoro while they ran, but he trusted Zoro enough to not die if you did try and made for the Going Merry the second the opportunity arose. Him and Nami dashed past the attacker as they charged towards Zoro, sparing you only a glance.
The initial plan was to leave the island the moment Zoro arrived back on ship, only Zoro didnât come back. Well, he did, but it wasnât just Zoro; you were there too.
âLetâs go,â Zoro called as you both boarded the ship.
You stood beside him with a frustrated huff; arms crossed over your chest. Zoro looked over at you then huffed himself.
âDonât blame me. Itâs not my fault they destroyed your boat.â
âYeah, well itâs your fault for not listening to me and getting drugged, you moron! If you had listened and just left, then we wouldnât be in this situation.â
Sanji watched the confrontation, ignoring his thoughts about how you were cute when you pouted, finger shoved into Zoroâs chest while you ranted. He still didnât trust you, but he couldnât deny that you had save their lives. Not only that, but you also waited to make sure they werenât attacked while coming around. You were certainly strange.
Zoro muttered something to you â likely a whatever knowing him â and stalked off somewhere else on the ship. You sighed again, running a hand through your hair. Sanji continued to watch you closely, lighting up a cigarette and placing it between his lips as he did so.
You didnât seem threatening; you just seemed annoyed. If what Zoro had said about your boat was true, then he assumed you were now at risk too. There was a stark contrast between a small boat and a pirate ship, so unless the attackers were idiots, they knew you were a threat to them. The cook wondered if his accusation had been wrong, but you did admit you were here to kill Zoro. Then, why hadnât you? You had the perfect chance to do so in the alley. Why didnât you?
Too deep in his thoughts, Sanji hadnât heard Nami approach until she spoke.
âSheâs a strange one, isnât she?â
Sanji, too tired and confused to flatter Namiâs beautiful, genius self, nodded in agreement, blowing the smoke from his cigarette into the air.
Your explanation was short and to the point was the first thing Nami noticed. You didnât waste time with needless information and explanations; you simply stated what was happening and what had happened.
âWait, so youâre being hunted because you didnât kill Zoro? That seems stupid. I mean, chasing an assassin. But no fear, the great Captain Usopp shall protect you! I have defended countless damsels in distress and-â Usopp boasted, beginning to tell you stories of the people he had saved with a proud grin.
Sanji didnât want to admit it, but he did begin to wonder what was going on with you. Not only were you nothing like Zoro â your giggles and willingness to go along with Usoppâs lies were a huge giveaway â but you were strangely close to him; emotionally and physically.
You currently sat beside the swordsman on the couch. Zoroâs eyes were closed, his head tilted back and arms-crossed, but he didnât seem to mind the closeness. Even when you lightly hit with and began to scold him for dozing off while the others were speaking, he didnât get annoyed. He didnât even shove you off when you curled against his side, your own eyes drooping. No, he just called you a hypocrite with a roll of the eyes and went back to what he was doing.
Were you two together? After all, Zoro isnât one for physical affection ever, so it was the only assumption that made sense. Yeah, you had to be Zoroâs girlfriend! Thatâs why you didnât kill him. It all made sense now.
Your cheeks warmed ever so slightly as Sanji passed you a cool drink with a wink and a compliment about how you shone brighter than the sun overhead. As he spoke, Sanji spared a glance at a silent but unamused Zoro then wandered off back to the shipâs galley.
âHeâs always like that,â Nami explained, sipping her own drink.
Despite the rough start to your relationship, Nami and you had become fast friends. She was glad to have another girl aboard the Going Merry, and you were happy to have some company. In fact, in the weeks that you had been travelling with the Strawhats, you would say you had spent the most time with her. Zoro was a close second, but he got boring quite quickly. You much preferred to spend time with Nami, just like you were right now.
You looked over at her with a smile then leaned forward to remove your oversized shirt, leaving you only in your bathing suit. It was very sunny today, so you and Nami had decided to try and enjoy the heat while you could. Bad weather was inevitable.
âYeah?â You asked.
Nami shuffled back in her chair, stretching to try and tan while she lay.
âYeah. I mean, heâs worse with you because he wants to annoy Zoro, but thatâs just what Sanji is like. He flirts with everyone.â
Zoroâs own interest was piqued by now, one eye opening to look at you both.
âWhy would that annoy me?â He asked and you agreed, confused.
âArenât you two together?â
The face you pulled, had she been looking, would have answered Namiâs question. Alas, she wasnât looking at either of you, instead resting her eyes and enjoying the heat, so you had to speak up.
âNo, absolutely not. Ew.â
âAgreed,â Zoro chimed in. âI donât even want to know why you think that.â
You watched as Zoro left, laughing at the weirded-out expression he wore.
You and Zoro? Absolutely not. You two had grown up together, had helped each other grieve. You loved Zoro, but a platonic, sibling type of love rather than romantic. You wouldnât date Zoro if you were the last people on Earth and the sole hope for keeping humanity going. No. Youâd rather it be someone else from the crew. Someone who was the complete opposite of ZoroâŠ
Sanji watched over the railing as you, Nami, and Zoro conversed about something for a moment before Zoro stalked off, a strange expression on his face. Whatever you had been discussing had clearly freaked him out. Yet, as he came face-to-face with him, his expression had reverted back to normal, except for the slight amused smirk on his lips.
âGirlfriend kick you out already, Mosshead?â Sanji turned his attention back over the railing, now seeing Nami staring at you in shock as you avoided her gaze with red cheeks. You looked beautiful, he couldnât deny, but you were Zoroâs girlfriend.
âShe wanted me to prepare a date for later,â Zoro shrugged casually, watching Sanjiâs back for any type of reaction. âWants to spend the night with me or something, I donât know.â That got a reaction from his rival.
Sanji tensed up for a split second before deflating. Zoro watched as he reached into his pockets, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. He popped the stick into his mouth then lit it before turning to face Zoro.
âWell then, better not keep such a beautiful lady waiting then, should you?â Sanji glanced back towards you and Nami for a moment, ignoring the weird sensation in his chest. âMake sure not to disappoint her with your lacklustre performance, eh?â
Zoro smirked, turning around.
âCourse not,â
âKeep your voice down!â You hushed Nami as you announced your secret far too loudly for your liking.
Your cheeks burned as you looked away from Namiâs shocked stare. She covered her mouth, stifling her laugh, but you still heard it and your cheeks began to burn even more.
âSorry, sorry, but still,â she laughed again, leaning forward to observe your embarrassed expression. âI mean, Sanji? Of all people, Sanji? I would have been less shocked had you said you like Usopp, but you have a crush on Sanji?!â
âShush! I never said I have a crush on him, I just said-â
âThat you find him cute and funny and think he has very kissable lips, yeah I heard that all, Y/N,â She shot you an unamused look. âThatâs a crush.â
âNo, it isnât!â
Nami rolled her eyes then leaned back again. She could make some easy money from this.
The motel was a little run-down, but given the erratic weather, you didnât really mind. You never had minded staying in places that were worse for wear given that you never stayed anywhere long enough to need a good place. In fact, your time aboard the Going Merry had been the longest you had stayed anywhere since you were a child. It was a strange feeling, but one that you didnât mind.
âFive rooms please,â Nami asked as she approached the old lady at the desk.
You stood beside her with a weary look. Ever since the storm begun, she had been acting strange. It was like she knew something you didnât and she was very happy about it.
The worker seemed relieved at Namiâs request, but her small smile dropped once you corrected her.
âWait, but thereâs six of us?â
Nami paused for a moment, seemingly thinking as she glanced at the others behind you both, then hummed.
âYouâre right. Six then, please,â
The old woman looked away awkwardly as she explained.
âAh, sorry, dear, but we only have five rooms available currently. Four singles and one double.â She looked apologetic and slightly fearful as she spoke, as though she was expecting an argument.
âThatâs all right, Maâam,â you said with a reassuring smile. This lady hadnât done anything wrong so she didnât need to fear. âIâll just share with you, Na-â
Nami cut you off.
âNo, I need some good rest in a single bed tonight.â Nami glanced over her shoulder at the others with a smirk and paused for a moment. âYou on the other hand can share with one of the guys!â She finished her sentence once the keys to the room were on desk in front of her.
You watched Nami with wide-eyes as she grabbed three keys to the singles and tossed two towards Usopp and Luffy. You heard them all say a simple goodnight and wandered off to their rooms, completely carefree and oblivious.
âWell, Iâm sure that you two will have a fun night together,â Sanji teased, eyes glued on the keys on the desk.
âAbsolutely not,â Zoro spoke, clearly irritated at the entire situation. âIâm not sharing with her.â You watched as he grabbed the final single room key and wandered off in the complete opposite direction of the rooms.
Idiot.
Had you not been mortified at the situation unfolding, you would have called after your friend and teased him for getting lost, but the way Sanji was staring at you with a completely dumbfounded look brought you back to reality.
âAre you two arguing?â He asked with a concerned and confused look.
âNo? Not that I know of, anyway. Why?â
âWell, if I was your boyfriend, I wouldnât want you sharing a room with another guy, especially not one I always argue with.â Sanji said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world then sighed, picking up the key. âCome on, then.â He turned too quickly for you to see the red that stained his cheeks and strutted off in the right direction.
The door clicked behind you after the silent walk.
The room was indeed intended for couples use. A large double bed sat in the centre of the room; its red sheets tucked neatly, silk pillows of the same shade lying atop the duvet. Had you been alone, you would have loved having this bed â it looked too comfortable for the Berry it had cost to stay here â but you werenât alone. You were with Sanji. Sanji who apparently still thought Zoro was your boyfriend as you suddenly realised.
âZoro isnât my boyfriend, so he doesnât care who I share a room with.â You said as you stared at Sanjiâs back which showed through the soaked fabric of his shirt. âI donât know why you even think that.â
He turned to you with a raised eyebrow.
âMaybe the fact he was telling me about how you asked him to take you on a date and often spend the night with him, love.â
Now you raised your eyebrows.
âWhat are you talking about, Sanji?â
He huffed a laugh.
âYou donât need to hide it. Zoro definitely doesnât. Heâs always commenting on things about your relationship to me.â He shrugged and turned to head to the bathroom. âLuffy doesnât care about that type of thing. As long as you are happy, he doesnât mind.â
âZoro talks about⊠our relationship?â
Now you were really confused.
You and Zoro werenât together? He agreed with you that it would be weird when Nami said Sanij thou- Oh, you get it now.
Before Sanji could answer, you spoke again.
âHeâs just doing that to get under your skin. Nami told us that you thought Zoro and I were together a few days ago while we were sunbathing. We both agreed that that was weird and he walked off. Zoro and I are more like family than partners, believe me. And heâs not my type.â Your voice trailed off as you ended your sentence. Upon realisation of what you had said, you rushed past him and stole the bathroom.
Sanji watched the door shut in shock.
You werenât together? Mosshead was just trying to annoy him? Wait, does that mean that he knows about Sanjiâs feelings for you? How? Damn it, Roronoa.
After taking around fifteen minutes alone in the bathroom, you decided you were ready to face Sanji. Having changed from your rain-soaked clothing and quickly cleaned up, you did feel a little better. You hadnât meant to say that Zoro wasnât your type to the man who absolutely was, it just sort of slipped out while you were trying to explain the whole situation.
You gently opened the door, pushing it slowly to avoiding it creaking in case Sanji was sleeping. He wasnât. Instead, he stood shirtless at the end of the double bed, his shirt hanging over a chair that was carelessly tossed in the corner of the room.
Somehow, staring at Sanjiâs bare back was more terrifying than anything you had experienced in your whole career; maybe even your entire life. Had it been anyone else, you wouldnât have given it a second thought. But it wasnât anyone else. It was Sanji. Sanji who you were sharing a room with tonight.
Too caught in your panic, you didnât realise that he had noticed you until he spoke.
âEverything all right, love? You look like youâve seen a ghost,â
Did he not realise he was shirtless, or did he just not care?
âSorry, I didnât realise you were changing,â you muttered, spinning on your heels to head back into the bathroom to allow him to change.
You cursed yourself and your actions. You were a trained assassin, one of the very best, so why were you acting like an embarrassed schoolgirl who was speaking to their crush for the first time?
âDonât worry about it,â he said. His words were quickly followed by the sound of rustling fabric. âIâm done now anyway. You donât need to run off, especially now I know that Mosshead wonât kill me for being shirtless around his girlfriend.â
When you turned back around, you saw the bright, charming grin he was shooting you. It was the same one that he gave you that day at the Baratie, but it somehow held a different energy, if that was possible? Maybe you were imagining things, maybe not. Hell, maybe it wasnât even his smile, but rather the look he was giving you as he smiled; who knew.
You shook your head to clear your mind and turned your attention to the bed behind him. You nodded towards it, then asked a simple question.
âIs it comfy?â
Sanji looked at you for a moment, grin faltering somewhat as his eyebrows furrowed. Following your gaze seemed to fix his expression.
âHavenât tried it, love. Thought Iâd let you have it. Ladies first. Anyway, it wouldnât be fair of me to steal it from such a lovely woman as yourself. Beautiful women need lots of rest to maintain their appearance, after all.â He said with a wink.
âThat is a lot of words to tell me to get on the bed,â despite the harshness of your words, you giggled.
You approached the bed, leaning backwards and flopping onto it. Your gaze remained on the ceiling as you adjusted your body, testing the comfort of the mattress before humming.
âYeah, itâs good. Very comfortable. Much better than other places Iâve stayed,â
When Sanji didnât respond for a few moments, you sat up to see what was wrong. You looked at him in confusion when you saw he was just stood there, body rigid as he stared at where you were sat. His cheeks were flushed, eyes wide.
âSanji, are you okay?â
Your confusion seemed to snap him from his dazed state.
He cleared his throat.
âYour shirt is riding up, sweetheart,â his voice was a low and quiet murmur.
You watched him move his gaze from where your shirt had ridden up to somewhat reveal your panties, cheeks a flaming red and hands balled into fists. Sanji, having somehow forgotten he had just changed, tried to shove his fists into the pockets of his pants, but the sweatpants he wore didnât have any.
Your throat gave a casual hum, and you shrugged before voicing your thoughts.
âItâs fine. I trust you, Sanji. I mean, unless it makes you uncomfortable then I can-â
âIt doesnât make me uncomfortable.â His words were rushed, voice strained. âI just-â he coughed into his hand, eyes slowly moving from the grey carpet and back to you, only this time your face. âThink youâre a very attractive woman.â
You looked up at him, an innocent and joyful smile crawling onto your lips.
You didnât understand what he was saying, did you?
âThank you, Sanji. I think youâre a very handsome man, too.â
His eyes widened at your honesty, and he turned his body away from you.
You were going to kill him. He was going to die in this room â not that he minded dying to you this way â and you would have no idea why.
Sanji muttered a quiet thank you as he walked away from you on the bed.
Sanji hadnât expected his evening in a room alone with you to go entirely smoothly, but he hadnât expected it to go this disastrously. Of all the times he could have gotten turned on by you, it just had to be while you were stuck in a room together. Whatever Gods were currently in existence were being cursed by the cook as he tried shoving his hands into his non-existent pockets once more.
The springs of the mattress creaked as you adjusted yourself to sit at the end of the bed. You watched him for a moment. Sanji still had his back to you, but with the tight-fitting t-shirt he was wearing giving you an excellent outline, you couldnât find it in you to care. Sure, you would have loved to see his face, but his back would do.
âWell, I should â ahem â take the couch and try get some sleep.â
You had never heard Sanjiâs voice so strained. Was he getting sick? You hoped not. In the midst of your concern, you hopped up from the bed and in a quick movement, your hand was on his shoulder, urging him to face you.
You heard the quiet inhale from him as you grasped his shoulder.
âAh, sorry,â you whispered. âI forgot to ask again.â
Reminding Sanji of your first meeting was absolutely not helping his current situation. Thinking back to your fight with the trio who had attempted to kill the group of pirates was only turning him on more and he could feel himself twitch beneath his sweatpants.
Focus, Sanji. Focus. Think bad thoughts. Think of Zoro.
Trying to think of Zoro only made the situation even worse as Sanji began recalling the nights that he had spent imagining himself pleasuring you rather than Zoro. Knowing that it hadnât even happened only made it worse.
Youâre a free woman, so maybe he- no, Sanji. Stop. This is your friend. You canât be thinking about her like that, no matter how much you want t-
You moved to stand in front of Sanji, your eyes glued to his face as you looked for any signs that he was ill. Besides his visibly hot cheeks and vacant expression, he didnât seem sick, but the temperature was clearly a sure sign he was getting ill.
You raised your hand, pausing in front of Sanji to ask if it was okay. You watched him Adamâs apple bob as he gulped and nodded. Your face held a look of concentration, tongue poking out from between your lips as you pressed the back of your hand to his cheeks and then his neck.
âYouâre really warm, Sanji,â
He could feel your breath hit his face as you leaned in to observe him closer.
Everything will be fine as long as you donât look down, he repeated as he focused on keeping his gaze on your face. Surely if I donât look then-
Your hand pulled the tight t-shirt he wore ever so slightly, and you slipped your free hand against the skin.
âHuh, youâre not massively warm th-â
Your words were cut off by his own hand grabbing yours, giving it a light squeeze as he forced a chuckle that sounded more like a cry for help than anything.
âIâm fine, sweetheart. Itâs just very warm in here.â His voice was more strained than before.
Okay, something is definitely up, you thought to yourself.
Your eyes glanced up at his closed ones, long lashes laying against his flushed cheeks. You could fele the sweat building on his palm and the slight shakiness of it as it gripped yours.
âYouâre acting weird, Sanji. What, oh-â
Sanjiâs eyes snapped open as you giggled.
You had noticed.
Oh, shit he was screwed.
In his panic, Sanji released your hand and began backing away, apologies already beginning to form on his tongue as he awaited a sharp slap to his cheeks from you. It never came, though. Instead, you silently trotted back over to the bed, sitting on the edge as you dangled your feet.
Okay, this is fine. He can redeem himself! Heâll just get on his knees and beg for forgiveness! Yeah, good plan!
Sanji rushed over to stand in front of you, dropping to his knees between your spread legs as he began to apologise. His eyes were scrunched shut hands bracing himself against the wooden frame. Despite it all, he still felt fucked.
You shook your head in silent amusement as you watched the scene unfold before you. You had always thought Sanji would be confident regardless of the situation but seeing him begging for forgiveness on his knees â sitting on his knees did little to hide the cause of the entire situation, but he didnât need to know that â painted him in a whole new light. It wouldnât be fair of you to not tease him, right?
Your right hand reached out to tangle itself in his hair. You saw his body freeze and his pleads for forgiveness stopped mid-sentence as he looked up at you with wide eyes. You smiled down at him, lifting your other hand.
âItâs okay. You can make it up to me,â you whispered as you ran your thumb across his lower lip while caressing his hair.
Now, it was supposed to be a joke. A simple tease to try and calm him down and make him realise that it was fine and you werenât mad. That was the plan, but Sanji was evidently full of surprises. Your own eyes widened as he eagerly nodded, lips popping open to take your thumb into his mouth.
You felt him hum in agreement as his tongue began to lick at your thumb, giving occasional sucks. His eyes remained fixated on yours, pupils fully blown.
This was not the reaction you had expected. Though, you probably shouldnât have been surprised; Sanji loved to please women.
His tongue continued to circle your thumb and suck while you stared down at him. Your panties were becoming increasingly damper as he continued, the wetness worsening when he moved one hand from the bedframe to instead caress your thigh.
âSanji,â you whispered breathlessly. âI was kidding, you donât have to do anything. Itâs fine.â
You withdrew your thumb from his mouth to allow him to speak. He shook his head, giving your thigh a squeeze.
âI want to.â His voice was thick with lust as you moved to your untouched thigh, pressing three gentle kisses before speaking again. âPlease. I need this. I need you.â
You looked at him in shock for a moment, mouth hanging.
At your silence, Sanjiâs own expression morphed into shock and he quickly withdrew his hand and mouth, despite your own still being laced in his hair.
âShit, Iâm so sorry. I donât know what came over me. Iâm so so-â
Once again, you cut off his apologies. A gentle tug of his hair was all it took for his terrified rambling to dissolve into a quiet moan.
âI need you too, Sanji,â
He smiled, placing his hand on your thigh again, higher this time. His lips began kissing at your thigh, nibbling the flesh as he worked his way up.
âThen I fully intend to give you what you need, sweetheart. After all, I must make up for my wrongs.â
















