Sanji: Obsessed

                                    

                                          
y/n pov.
"What are you looking at?" 
"You look so damn incredibly stunning with that dress," he groaned. "It's turning me on." 
My blood rush up to my face. He's so damn honest! 
I look around and a sigh of relief escape from my mouth when I didn't saw someone around us. Maybe the crew are taking a nap. I'm resting on the Sunny's deck when Sanji started to annoy me. 
I turned my face away from him, glancing at the peaceful sea. 
I decided to change the topic. 
I swallowed the lump of my throat. "I'm hungry." 
"You can eat me." 
I stilled for a moment before took a deep breath. "I need a real food, Sanji-kun."
"Then I shall prepare something delicious like me that will make you crave for me too." He gave me a sexy chuckle. 
I turned my head back at him. "You—" 
My eyes widened when he suddenly gave me a fast kiss on the lips. Heck. He even lick it with his tongue that made my brain stop functioning! 
"I'll be back after five minutes or so!"
And just like what Sanji said, he came back with a food tray on his hand after almost five minutes. My lips parted when i realized that he cooked my favourite snack. Good thing Luffy is sleeping so he won't be able to take it from me.
"How was it?"
I smiled. "Yummy."
"Thanks," he smirked. "I'm yummy too. You call eat me for the rest of the day." 
I almost forgot hot to chew my food. Sanji immediately handed me a cup of water. 
"Stop it!" I glared at him and look around, hoping that no one heard his flirty response. "Don't talk anymore, Sanji." 
I rolled my eyes. Grabbing the plate, I am about to walk away from him when he softly hold my hand. I raised a brow and he gave me an apologetic smile. 
"Sorry. I won't say something like that again," he whispered. "Forgive me?" 
"You should only say those words once we're inside your room, on your bed, while the both of us are under the sheets," I smirked. "If you know what I mean." 
"Y/N..." his eyes widened before a grin appear on his lips. 
Before I can even move a single muscle, his lips crash into my, his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to until I felt his hard wood between his thighs.