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It was the first island in quite some time with anything to speak of in terms of nightlife and Sanji was not going to waste the opportunity to get laid. Sanji always tried to find a partner whenever they made landfall. She liked to store up her orgasms like a camel stored up water. Because if she didn't then she started getting horny at sea. And if she started getting horny at sea, the options around her started to look more enticing than they should. If she got turned on by Zoro's sweaty body pinning her to the railing during their scuffles one more time, she was going to tear out her hair.
Besides, she’d had nothing but her own hand for weeks and her fingers were hardly long enough to reach that really good spot inside of her, let alone give her the stretch she was looking for. So, when night fell, Sanji shucked off her favored trousers, strapped herself into her tightest skirt and marched off in search of a man that would do the trick for the evening.
The bar she wandered into was dark and a little dirty and there were plenty of people scattered around the tables. Nobody batted an eye at her cigarette, so she didn't bother to extinguish it before she approached the bar to order.
Once she had purchased her whisky, she settled on a stool and surveyed the room at large. There was a handsome, well-built blond alone at the corner table. He had a sort of rugged look and big hands and Sanji had hopes that if she managed to get him into bed, the sex would be halfway decent.
Calling it a good place to start, she headed over to where he was sitting.
“Hi there, sweetheart,” she said smoothly, “drinking alone?”
The man raised one eyebrow as he took a drink of his beer. “If you're interested in conversation, I'd be happy to chat with you, but—” The man's eyes dropped to her chest and he made a dismissive noise— “I don't really think you're my type, doll.”
Sanji saw red.
She knew what she looked like. She had a pretty face and nice legs that had gotten a lot of comments throughout her life. But she was not endowed in the way that someone gorgeous like Nami or Robin was, and it made her grind her teeth to be reminded.
“My eyes are up here,” Sanji said, reaching out and jamming her fingers under the guy's chin. He made a satisfying gurgling sound. Not that Sanji was interested in sticking around and hearing any of his other sounds. She drained her drink and slammed the glass on the table.
Turning on her heel, she marched out of the bar, disgruntled and annoyed and embarrassed as she tugged on the front of her blouse. She'd worn one of her nicer silk blouses. It was a soft blue, and shed left several buttons open. There might not be cleavage, but it showed off her skin. It was supposed to be sexy and get her laid. Not have shitty men scoffing at her lack of tits.
Sanji scowled down at the ground and made her way back to the ship. With the mood she was in, there was no point looking for another partner. She'd just twist his dick off.
The walk to the ship did nothing to cool her ire. Everybody was off ship for the night for much the same reason Sanji had been, stretching their legs, finding company. Zoro had drawn the short straw and was on watch, but Sanji had hopes he'd be snoring in some corner and would leave her alone.
Except when she boarded the ship, Sanji spied the light on in the galley. She frowned, already displeased at the thought she might have to deal with Zoro given the mood she was in, and when she pushed inside, her frown only deepened at the sight of the mosshead, crunching away on apple slices at the table. His eyes raked over her, but he stayed blessedly silent as she crossed to the stove, already rolling up her sleeves so that she could cook something, anything to settle the irritation in her gut. She wasn’t going to be able to sleep like this.
“What did you get dolled up for?” Zoro drawled around the mash of apple in his mouth.
Sanji slammed the pan onto the burner before digging out a new cigarette and slipping it into her mouth to light it. “I didn’t kick you out because you’re eating, but do not talk to me.”
Zoro held up his hands in surrender, two fingers curled around a singular slice of apple. The lights of the galley glinted off the blushed pink skin, the same color as the lip stain Sanji had used that night in an attempt to be more alluring. She wondered if it was still in place or if it had remained behind on the rim of her whisky tumbler.
Sanji growled and stared down at the empty cast iron. She considered the myriad things she could cook. She had gotten out a pan on instinct, however she could always bake some sort of bread. But Zoro was at the table, and she’d need to use the surface to knead it. Anything else would need to be something she could keep overnight because she wasn’t hungry right now. She glanced at Zoro.
“Are you hungry?”
Zoro took a purposefully noisy bite of apple. “I just ate an apple. What do you think?”
“You don’t have to be a dick.”
Sanji played with one of the buttons on her blouse and bit the filter of her cigarette. This was not helping. She was still angry. Standing around thinking was not going to fix that. It was going to make it worse. A final option presented itself. “Do you want a drink?”
“Is this a trick?”
“Yes or no question, asshole.”
Zoro picked up the final slice of apple on his plate and bit it in half. He leaned back. “If you’re offering.”
Sanji knew Zoro preferred sake, but this wasn’t about him, so she rescued a bottle of whisky from the liquor cabinet and slid onto the bench across from him. She worked the cork out with her thumb and took a short pull. It burned, which was the point, and then settled heavy in her gut. Thunking the bottle down into the middle of the table, she gave it a significant look. “Go ahead, marimo. Take your turn.”
Zoro didn’t have to be told twice, but after he took a drink — a significantly deeper drink — he said, “You going to tell me what your deal is or are we going to sit here and pretend you’re fine?”
Sanji leaned over the table to snatch the bottle from Zoro’s grasp. “You’re going to make fun of me if I tell you. No, thanks. Not interested.”
“What if I promised to only make fun of you a little.”
Sanji rolled her eyes, mouth wrapped around the lip of the bottle.
“You went out tonight, looking sexy, and came back in a shit mood. Did you get rejected or something?”
Sanji choked on the whisky in her mouth which was deeply unpleasant as it burned harshly in her lungs and at the top of her nose. “Sexy?”
“Of course I think you're sexy,” Zoro said, holding out his hand for the bottle and doing a little wiggle with his fingers. Sanji handed it over. “Have you seen you?”
Sanji dropped her free hand into her lap and gripped the fabric of her own skirt just for the sake of having something to hold onto. It didn't help much so she took a drag of her cigarette. “And?”
“Is there supposed to be more? You're hot. You know that. I don't have to tell you.”
There was a defensive element to his voice, and he closed his eyes as he took another drink. Sanji wondered if he regretted saying it. If he was embarrassed. Not that it mattered. It wasn’t—they didn’t—Sanji had stuffed down her attraction to Zoro so far that it only rarely reared its head. Nights like tonight, in the quiet together, when he was complimenting her and looking embarrassed about it were not good for her efforts to ignore those feelings.
It was just that Zoro was attractive which was probably one of the more annoying things about him. Because he was also a stupid shithead with no manners who liked to provoke her. Being attracted to him just served to remind her that she had absolutely no taste. Which was appalling and something she needed to work on.
Sanji dropped her face into her hands and groaned. The liquor at the very least was relaxing her. She wasn’t drunk but her muscles felt loose, and the red edge of her anger was blurring. “I wanted to get laid tonight,” she admitted. “It didn’t work out.”
“If one person turned you down, why didn’t you find somebody else?” Zoro asked, seemingly genuine in his curiosity. It was sort of sweet, this belief he had that Sanji was so desirable she could just turn around and find somebody to take to bed. It made her stomach get hot. Or maybe that was the whisky.
“Having some guy tell me my tits aren’t big enough for him to bother really put a damper on the evening,” Sanji said bitterly. She rested her cheek in her hand, cigarette smoking between two fingers, and gusted out a sigh. “It’s not the first time it’s happened but it’s always really fucking annoying.”
“Huh?”
Sanji glanced up at Zoro and there was a little furrow between his brows. He looked deeply confused. “What part of that needed repeating?” Sanji asked. “Boobs. Jugs. Breasts. Pick your euphemism. He had a problem with my tits. They’re too small.”
“What’s wrong with small tits?” Zoro asked. “I like them just fine.”
Zoro lowered the mostly empty bottle to the table with a small thud that seemed to echo between them.
“I like them a lot actually.”
Their eyes met. For a moment, Sanji’s breath caught at the back of her throat. The implication of the statement hung between them. But that couldn’t be right.
“Are you coming on to me?” she hissed.
Zoro drummed his fingers on the table. “Is it working?”
“But you—but we—but we fight all the time,” Sanji stammered as she tried to beat back the arousal already threatening to break through.
“The sex would probably be pretty good then,” Zoro said, still tapping his fingers which only made Sanji hyper aware of how big they were and how they’d probably feel amazing knuckle deep inside of her.
“Only you would want sex to be a competition,” she said with a scoff, trying to take some control of the conversation.
“As if you wouldn't like it too,” Zoro challenged.
Sanji tried to think it through. Reasonably, what was the worst that could happen? They’d fuck and it would be a little awkward, maybe they’d fight more for a week or so and things would settle. Sanji didn't think that would be so bad.
A tiny voice inside her reminded her rudely that she’d been attracted to Zoro since she'd watched him get sliced up at the Baratie and fucking someone she'd felt that way about for so long would probably open doors that would be difficult close.
But Zoro was offering, and Sanji didn't want to say no.
Sanji stamped out her cigarette and slid to her feet. She felt the heavy weight of Zoro's gaze as she came around the table and placed one knee up on the bench beside him, hand dropping onto the table next to his, so close their fingers almost brushed.
“What if I did like it?” she asked.
Zoro's hand fell to the top of her thigh where her skirt rode up, exposing a bordering on lewd amount of skin.
“You really were on the prowl,” he said, thumb rubbing a short circle into her thigh, “if you didn't even put on stockings.”
“Easy access. Compared to trousers.” She tried very hard to keep the words even, to not sound like the single touch was wrecking her.
“Is that what you want? Easy?”
“From a man at a bar?” she said. “Absolutely.”
“What about from me?”
“Why don't you show me what you can do, and we can revisit the terms?”
Zoro grinned, finally tipping his chin back to meet her eyes, and for the first time in ages, she let herself think about how attractive he was. Sharp cheekbones. Pretty mouth. Gray eyes that seemed so focused and dark.
He gripped her waist and unceremoniously tugged until she fell across his lap.
“What the hell?” she demanded, revising any of those softer thoughts and replacing them with irritation. Zoro was a dumb mossball and that was it.
“Straddle me,” he said. Then he slapped her flank like she was cattle and she spluttered, retaliating with a slap to his chest.
“Fuck off. Don't you have any sense of timing? Or mood?” she said with a grimace. Despite that, she rearranged herself, hiking up her skirt and bringing her legs down on either side of Zoro's on the bench as she placed one hand on his shoulder to steady herself.
Sanji liked to be on top during sex. It gave her a lot of control. But it had been a while since she had been in someone's lap, and it was strangely intimate. Like she didn't know where to look. It would have been easier if she'd climbed right on Zoro’s dick. At least she'd have had something to do.
He ran his palms up her thighs, fingers dipping under the hem of her skirt before tugging it up another inch.
“I like these,” he said as he brushed his knuckles over the pink lace of her panties where they peeked out between her legs now that they were splayed open.
The feather light touch on her cunt made her thighs twitch. She sucked in a short breath, but it didn't last. Zoro was already moving to toy with the buttons of her loose silk blouse.
“Does the bra match, cook?”
“I'm not wearing one,” she admitted, and Zoro's fingers paused where they had a button half free.
“Shit, okay,” he said. “Can I see?”
“What did you think we were doing? No, Zoro, you can't see my tits. Clothes on. Go turn off the light.”
Zoro squeezed her ass in warning, but it didn't feel like much of a punishment. It just made her grind down in his lap, seeking something more as she started to feel a steady ache between her legs.
“Shut up, dartbrow. You're not funny.”
One button slipped free, and then another, and then the cool air of the galley kissed her skin. She could feel goosebumps starting to rise over her arms and chest as Zoro pushed his lips against her exposed collarbone. She realized then that they hadn't kissed yet. Her stomach practically boiled over with potential.
Sanji loved kissing. Sometimes she didn’t get to do it with the men she fucked. Either because it didn't feel right or because they weren't interested. But this was Zoro. Sanji's heart raced just thinking about what it would feel like even as he dragged his mouth over the edge of her shoulder.
His hand moved to cup her chest and Zoro’s heavy exhale against her skin was gratifying. It was as if he liked the feel of her in his palm. Sanji certainly liked the touch, the scrape of a callus, warm and sure.
Sanji dug her fingers into Zoro's shoulder as he took in the sight of her, thumb rubbing tantalizing circles around her nipple.
As much as the man's words from the bar had pissed her off, Sanji had to acknowledge that she really was flat-chested. Her tits didn't even qualify as a handful. She only wore a bra when she was worried she might get cold.
“Oh, they are small,” Zoro said as he finally rolled his thumb over her nipple before returning to pinch it lightly.
“Zoro,” Sanji said in breathless warning and Zoro grinned.
“Did I say I didn't like it? They're cute.”
“I'm gonna call your dick cute,” Sanji snapped, reaching down to tap Zoro's clearly hard cock through his zipper with the back of her hand.
Zoro hissed and said behind gritted teeth, like he had to have the last word, “I wish you would, cook. Gets me hard.”
Then he ducked his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth which effectively shut both of them up. Sanji gasped and clutched his head, feeling a hard and heavy pulse between her legs. Her nails scraped over his scalp before tangling into his hair. He let out a little huff against her skin and pulled away only to give her breast a few soft licks that did nothing to stop the sensation sliding through her as she rocked her hips uselessly.
“Yeah?” Zoro asked around a grin and Sanji wanted to smack him. Who felt smug about discovering someone's tits were sensitive? Wasn't that a universal thing?
It wasn’t that men didn’t pay attention to her tits. Most of them weren’t shitheads like that guy from earlier. But more often than not, it was a touch in passing. A kiss here or there. Not like this.
Zoro's hand crept between her legs and once more pressed against her underwear. This time, he didn't stop, mouth returning to her chest to suck in a gentle pull as he slipped his fingers around her panties and against the seam of her cunt. She shuddered at the touch, so fucking turned on and overwhelmed that she had the absurd thought she wouldn't be able to handle what came next.
Zoro brushed his fingers over her, slicking them across her wet skin in a way that felt like a tease. He did it a few times. Enough that she started to squirm and get annoyed.
“Do you even know what a clitoris is?” she ground out, feeling too keyed up for whatever he was doing.
“Wait a fucking second,” Zoro replied against the skin of her sternum. He splayed his other hand wide against her back and said, “Rise up on your knees, cook. You're gonna ride my hand.”
Sanji groaned at the thought, clenching and feeling empty and desperate for that to change. She moved up, braced herself on Zoro's shoulder and felt the press of his fingers between her legs as he pet over her entrance and then, seemingly to prove a point, thumbed her clit a few times before sinking inside her.
The groan that fell out of her edged into too loud but who gave a fuck when she could feel this good?
Zoro kissed over her chest, rocking his hand against her in a steady rhythm as he took her nipple back into his mouth. She was probably making a mess between her legs, of his hand, his pants, but her thoughts were turning to dust as she started to rock down on Zoro's fingers.
“Like that, cook,” Zoro said, fucking up into her with a filthy squelch.
Sanji started breathing hard, more from being overwhelmed than from any genuine effort. She could probably ride someone for hours, but her chest felt tight with leashed need.
“I wanna—”
Zoro brushed his nose against her chest like he wanted her to say more.
“Kiss,” she stammered out. She sank her hand into Zoro's hair and yanked his head back. She got a brief look at his face, a little dazed, before she sealed their mouths together.
And it was everything she'd wanted, heated and dripping a syrupy arousal into her belly with every kiss. It drew a small noise from Sanji, to finally have a kiss like this, one that curled her toes in her shoes, and made her clench down on the fingers inside her. Zoro slicked their tongues together once like a question and Sanji opened to it, returning the favor so she could deepen the kiss, make it filthy and spit-slick. Her whole body was starting to thrum as Zoro drove the heel of his palm against her clit.
He moved then, shifting under the kiss but not breaking it even though she distantly knew the angle must have been awful for his neck, and used his other hand to toy with her nipples. It was like a shock of electricity to her cunt, and she shuddered against him. He worked her over, fucking her harder with one hand and teasing her chest with the other. She gasped as her orgasm rushed into her, heat breaking in her belly and an embarrassing amount of wetness flooding between her legs.
“Shit,” she groaned as she sagged down against Zoro's shoulder. He slipped his hand free, and she shivered, moving to slide off of him. He let her go and when she stood, she hopped up onto the table and looked down at him, confused as to what he was doing, sitting there like a lump.
“Aren't you going to fuck me? Or has the moss infected your brain too?”
“You got yours. Wasn't that the point?”
“Yeah,” Sanji said, “and now you get yours. You think I'm going to spread my legs for you again next week? Now or never, marimo.”
Zoro stared up at her, some strange mental calculus going on his head before he kicked away the bench with his boot. “Better make the most of it then.”
He pressed her onto the table, his movements enough of a surprise that she let him. Without warning, he climbed up after her, bullying her back until she was fully reclined on the tablecloth, and he was straddling her.
“What the hell are you doing?” she demanded as Zoro came up on his knees and started to undo his trousers.
“You said I could get mine,” Zoro said, stroking his free hand down her torso in a lazy rhythm.
“Yeah, by fucking me,” Sanji said. She eyed the way Zoro shoved down his trousers with seemingly no care and tried not to be too impressed by the size of his dick. She failed.
“I’d rather fuck your tits.”
Sanji instinctively slapped over her chest to cover herself and then felt ridiculous for doing it. “There’s not enough tit to fuck, mosshead.”
Zoro knocked one of her hands out of the way and started to grope her, squeezing her breast and then flicking his forefinger over her nipple. “I don't know. They look like they got all swollen from me sucking on them.”
Sanji gaped up at him.
“Maybe if I rub my dick on your pretty little teats, they'll get even bigger.”
“Holy shit, marimo,” Sanji said, taken aback by his words. “I'm going to kick you through a wall.”
“You haven't yet,” Zoro said with an infuriating smirk as he took his cock in his fist and pressed the tip against her sternum. The slick precome smeared over her skin and she stared at the way Zoro rubbed a wet line from the flat of her chest to her raised nipple, teasing it with the head of his cock.
He scooped her breast in his palm, urging it to roundness so he could rub gentle circles around her nipple with his dripping cockhead.
“We eat on this table,” Sanji hissed. “You're making a mess.”
“Good thing the mess is staying on your tits,” Zoro said as he dragged his dick across her chest to tease her other nipple. It was such a strange sensation and it made Sanji's back arch even under Zoro’s weight.
Zoro shifted and pushed his cock between her breasts, using his hands to press them together. It didn't do much, but Zoro made a pleased noise as he rolled his thumbs over her nipples and started to rock his hips.
Sanji felt a heavy heat between her legs, growing with each touch. Her nipples were just so fucking sensitive. Her hips shifted beneath Zoro as he thrust his cock against her chest and, in a fit of curiosity, she tipped her chin down and licked the tip of his cock.
“Shit,” Zoro said which was pretty gratifying, so Sanji did it again.
It was a difficult angle to really do more than lick and the timing was hard, but Sanji liked the brief heat of Zoro on her tongue. The salt of it.
She'd never done anything like this before. No stranger would want to do something as dumb as fuck her nonexistent tits. There was an odd rising giddiness behind the arousal in her gut. Like maybe this hadn't been such a bad idea after all.
Zoro groaned and dropped back on his haunches as he started to fist his cock. “Play with them for me, cook. Show me what you like.”
Sanji blinked up at him, hesitating for only a second before letting one hand fall to her chest so she could rub over herself. She plucked at her nipple and gasped at the shock of sensation all the way down in her gut.
Zoro's hand joined hers, immediately mimicking the gesture but his fingers felt so warm on her skin. She cried out at the touch, a little wavering gasp, and Zoro swore, still tugging at his own cock in a fast rhythm. His palm came down to cup her breast as he leaned forward and came in hot strips all over her chest.
The fact that she was okay with it should have been disturbing, but her cunt just went tight as her eyes fluttered. And most disturbing of all, as she looked at Zoro's flushed, post-orgasm face, she thought about kissing him.
Instead, she kneed him in the ass.
“Get off me,” she grunted. “And give me your shirt.”
Zoro huffed and climbed off the table. He peeled off his shirt and handed it to her as she sat up. She used it to wipe the come from her chest. There were little marks all over her breasts from where Zoro had kissed her skin. Her nipples were already purpling from how long he had sucked on them.
“I thought you were going to fuck me,” Sanji said irritably, leaning on annoyance rather than admitting that what had just happened turned her on quite a bit.
“Maybe next time,” Zoro said, and Sanji whipped her head to look at him.
“Careful, marimo, keep propositioning me like that and I might start thinking you like me or something,” Sanji warned.
Zoro snatched his come covered shirt from Sanji's hands. “Who said I don't?”
Sanji swallowed hard. She tugged on the sides of her own shirt — fuck, they had never even gotten undressed. Were they animals? — and slowly started to do up the buttons. Once she was done, she hopped off the table and walked over to Zoro. “Next time there are quite a few things I'd like to do. Now help me get this tablecloth off. We are disinfecting everything.”