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You can feel a warm arm wrapped around your waist. You open your eyes, blearily looking over your shoulder.
"Finally awake, my dear?" Sanji coos.
"How long have you been up?" you mumble.
"Oh, not too long," he says with a smile, running his fingers back and forth along your side. His other hand finds its way into your hair, absent-mindedly twirling it as he gazes at you. He leans in and quickly gives you a kiss on the forehead. "I believe you requested breakfast last night?"
You nod and he starts to get up. "Wait," you interject. "Just one more kiss first?"
"How could I say no to you, my angel?" he asks, leaning back over and softly kissing you. His breath is a mix of mint and stale cigarettes. The kiss is chaste compared to the many that you shared last night. He pulls away. "Now, how about that breakfast?"
He leads you into the kitchen and begins pulling out ingredients and puts three blue ramekins on the counter. He expertly cracks a couple of eggs into each small glass dish. Then he begins to sprinkle in herbs, spices, and cheeses. He puts a kettle on the stove, and finally puts the dish into the oven. You think he's done, but he pulls out a skillet and slices a couple pads of butter into it, letting it melt on the stove, before slicing a few pieces off of a crusty loaf of bread. He puts them into the sizzling skillet, toasting them to perfection. After a while, he pulls the eggs out of the oven and slides the toast out of the pan and onto a plate. He walks over to a door on the opposite wall, his hand grazing the small of your back as he passes by where you sit at the island counter.
He gives the door three loud knocks and sings out "Hey mosshead, breakfast is ready!" When he doesn't get an answer, he opens the door. You try not to be nosy, but can't help but notice how different the room looks from Sanji's. It's dark and messy, just like his roommate. Finally, Sanji emerges with the other man, and they join you at the counter.
"Long night?" Zoro smirks at you and you blush and look down at your eggs.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Sanji spits.
"Believe me, I know," Zoro says, rolling his eyes. "Do you not remember? You were so loud I had to come intervene last night. And if that wasn't enough, your girl couldn't keep her eyes off of me last night after her shower." You almost choke on your food.
"What?" you practically yell. Zoro ignores you, his eyes focused on Sanji.
"As if she would ever have eyes for someone like you," Sanji growls.
"I know," Zoro replies, "who would want to fuck someone with a perfect body, a huge cock, and tons of experience over... uh, you?"
Sanji is fuming. The pair are practically ignoring you now. "I think you meant 'who would want to fuck a huge oaf who can't even read a fucking map'. And I'll have you know, I've got plenty of experience and size to go around."
Zoro turns to you. "Is that true?" You make a sort of squeak. Your throat is too dry to let out an actual phrase. He stares at you, leaning in. "I asked you a question. Did he seem experienced? Was he big enough for you?" You nod and he lets out a laugh. "Yeah, we'll see how you feel about him when I've got you screaming tonight."
"As if!" Sanji interjects, physically putting himself between the two of you. "She was clearly satisfied. This is entirely inappropriate!"
"Why don't you let her speak for herself?" Zoro says, clearly annoyed by the blonde's interjection.
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
“Sanji was wonderful,” you interject meekly.
“I just like to yank his chain sometimes,” Zoro says with a wink, gulping down another bite of his eggs.
Sanji sighs, but there’s a hint of fondness when he looks over at Zoro. He quickly turns his attention to you, however. “I was thinking…” he starts, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, “how about I make it up to you? With a proper date? I know a wonderful restaurant we could stop by for dinner, if you wanted. Normally, we wouldn’t be able to get a table same day, but I have an in with the owner; it should be a piece of cake.” You blush. This was supposed to just be a one night stand, but he was just so damn charming.
“That sounds nice, yeah,” you say softly.
“Excellent,” he chirps happily. “Do you need to go back to your hotel? To get ready, I mean? You can always wear my clothes out, of course, but I’m happy to take you back, if that’s what you’d prefer.”
Zoro rolls his eyes, but you nod. You had forgotten you didn’t have any clothes, makeup, or really anything to make yourself presentable for a night out to a fancy restaurant. “That would be great, actually.”
You head back to Sanji’s bedroom to pick up your things, then follow him to the door.
When you reach the hotel that you’re staying at, a slight panic rises in your chest as you remember your key. You aren’t quite sure where your bag is, and you begin subconsciously patting your pockets, even though the clothes you’re wearing are Sanji’s. As if reading your mind he extends the tiny purse you had brought out last to you.
“Looking for this?” he says lightly, smiling. You graciously accept your bag and pull out your room card, swiping into your room. Sanji follows you inside, and the door clicks closed behind you. You begin to rummage through your suitcase.
“So, what kind of thing should I wear out?” you ask, looking over at him, cocking your head slightly.
“You’ll look stunning in anything, I’m sure, my darling,” he says, beaming, “or nothing”. He winks at you as you blush.
“I can’t go out to dinner with nothing on!” you yelp, and he laughs.
”Of course not, my dear, but we have some time. And if we’re a few minutes late, so be it.”
That’s really all the encouragement you need to slip out of Sanji’s sweatshirt. He gazes at you hungrily for a moment before quickly closing the distance between your bodies. He gently cups your jaw and kisses you needily, letting his other hand trail down your back to rest at your waist. You let your own hands travel up and down his back, too, gently clawing at his dark, silky shirt. He groans and drags his hands down to your ass, giving you a quick squeeze before picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, and without breaking your long wet kiss, he walks over to your bed, setting you down against the pillows and crawling on top of you. You moan into him as his hands wander lower, teasing the waistband of the pair of boxers you stole from his closet.
“Sanji,” you sigh, your eyes fluttering open to stare into his crystal blue ones.
“What is it, my love?” he asks, his hands continuing to tickle at your thighs and stomach, just avoiding where you wanted them most.
“Let me do something for you,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. His eyes widen.
“That hardly seems fair,” he begins to protest, “After all, I’m still trying to make up for—“ You interrupt him with another passionate kiss.
“All is forgiven,” you murmur against his lips, smiling as you feel him shudder against you.
“Are you sure about this?” he pleads. “I really would never ask a lady to…” he trails off into a moan as your hand reaches the growing bulge in his pants.
“Doesn’t that feel good?” you coo, and he nods, his hips bucking up into your touch. You palm him a bit longer before undoing his belt. He helps you quickly slide off his pants and boxers, gazing at you for reassurance one last time.
“I want to,” you tell him gently. “You’ve been so sweet to me, you’ve more than made up for everything already.”
“If you insist,” he says, a light blush dusting his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
You move one hand down his shaft to rest it around his balls, gently teasing them, and use the other to stroke slowly up and down his shaft. He groans at the sensation, shaking against you. You gently push him back onto the bed as you kiss his pretty pink tip before slipping it into your mouth, suckling lightly, running your tongue underneath the head of his cock. He grips the covers of the bed, and you feel his thighs clench. You look up and meet his eyes.
“Fuck,” he breathes, “you look absolutely beautiful like this.” You moan back at him, the vibrations causing his eyelids to flutter closed. You take in more and more of him, sucking him slowly and gently.
“You need to,” he starts, his voice breaking, “slow down, pretty girl”. You ignore him, sucking him deeper into your throat. “Please,” he whines, “I want to feel you again, I need to be inside of you”. He gently pulls away from you, despite your half-hearted protest. You cross your arms and sink back into the pillows behind you, feigning annoyance, but his light kisses melt your facade. He gently drags his lips down your stomach until he’s gently lapping and nibbling at your clit. He looks up at you, a thin string of saliva still connecting his lips to your heat. He gently slips a finger into you as his thumb replaces his tongue against your clit, drawing lazy circles. “I really just needed to taste you,” he sighs. “You’re addictive, my dear.” You melt at his words, moaning as he pulling you into another kiss. You taste yourself on his lips. You feel his fingers withdraw, leaving you empty and twitching. He gets up and walks gracefully over to where his suit jacket hangs on the hook on the wall, pulling a condom out of the pocket.
“You carry those with you everywhere you go?” you tease.
“I was hoping I might need one tonight,” he says with a smile, ripping it open as he retakes his position between your legs. He rolls it over his erection, lining himself up with your entrance. You both groan loudly as he slowly pushes inside of you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist once more. He leans onto you, holding himself up on his forearms as he kisses you deeply, giving you a moment to adjust before he starts thrusting into you. You do your best to meet his hips, but you’re a shaking mess soon after he starts. He kisses down your jaw and throat, and you revel in the sighs and whines that slip out of him as he fucks you. Your hands claw at his back desperately as you feel yourself start to near your orgasm. He moans at the sensation of your nails digging into his skin, and his hips start to jerk. Good, he’s close, too. You feel him cum and he collapses onto you. His weight is comforting. He stays there for just a few seconds before hoisting himself up again.
“I’m sorry,” he says, wetting the tips of his fingers with his tongue and moving them down to circle your clit. You clench around his softening cock, and he jolts.
“What do you mean?” you manage through ragged breaths.
“I’m sorry I came before you,” he replies, still rubbing your clit in infuriatingly slow circles. “I got carried away. You just felt so good,” he mutters, almost as if he’s talking to himself. “Let me make it up to you now.”
”Nothing to apolo—,” you can’t finish your sentence because at that moment, he picks up his pace and makes you see stars. You let out a strangled moan as your vision starts to blur and you orgasm, you cum dripping onto the bedspread.
”You look so gorgeous when you finish,” Sanji sighs, and you could swear there’s a trickle of blood threatening to fall down over his lip, but he brushes a hand in front of his face before you can be sure, sucking your juices from his fingers.
“You really don’t need to apologize for cumming before me.” You rub a hand along his arm.
He gazes at you lovingly for a moment. “Ladies first,” he says, “is always a good rule of thumb. Now, let’s get you cleaned up and ready for dinner.” He fetches a warm, damp washcloth from the bathroom and dabs it gently over your skin, cleaning up the residual sweat and cum while you play with his hair. Once you’re clean, he puts his pants back on, and you begin to try on each dress you brought, twirling for him as he oohs and ahs at every single one. You eventually decide, and busy yourself with your hair and makeup, his mouth never far from your lips, cheeks, and neck, his praise and compliments never far from your ears.