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“(Y/N)…You should really stop drinking.” said Nami as she took the cup from your hands.
“Leave me alone! I wanna drink some more…Come on…Let me drink“ you said as you reached weakly for the cup in her hand, but ended up stumbling and almost falling.
You were quick to feel an arm encircle your waist. Your intoxicated senses could still pick up his scent, a mixture of mint and cologne. His gloved hand held you a little tighter against him so you didn’t fall.
“Sabo! I’m so happy to see you here. I didn’t know what to do with her…She’s been drinking non-stop.”
His hand tightened possessively around your waist. He only knew too well what happened, yet he still asked Nami for confirmation.
“Hey Nami, what’s wrong? (Y/N) doesn’t usually drink this much.”
“Oh…I don’t know if I’m technically supposed to tell you but…” Nami bit her lower lip. “She broke up with her ex, but you didn’t hear from me .”
You started hysterically laughing at the mention of your ex while trying to escape from Sabo’s firm grip.
“Eeeeeeeh? Saboooo~? Whatcha doin’ here, huh? Oh gosh, are you following me? Why do I always see ya everywhere? Come’re…Let’s dance together~ Saboo..” you screamed so he could hear you over the music. The nightclub was extremely crowded, but you needed all these faces, all these bodies almost crushing you on the dance floor. You needed to drown your pain in alcohol, the pain of being used and discarded, of being betrayed.
You didn’t talk about this to Sabo, your best friend. You didn’t want him to see you in this pathetic state. Seeing you like this made the blood pump into his veins. His fist was clenched, but he tried to keep his calm. He slid a hand in his blond locks, sighing and rocking his head back.
He had to keep it in. If he lost his temper, it was going to be the end for your ex.
“I’m going to take her home.” He said to Nami as he held you by your arm.
“ 'kay! Here,” she handed him your purse. “Take good care of her, okay? I’m counting on you.” She seemed really worried.
“What are you guyyyz on about? I don’t wanna go home! I wanna drink some more…Come on Sabo, you’re no fun. It’s good to loosen up from time to time. You’re always so uptight…Come on…Lemme go…”
“There is no way that I am going to let you in this state, (Y/N)”
“That’s none of your business! Let me go….It has nothing to do with you.”
Your words hurt, but he was used to them, his role as your best friend meant that you were always blunt with each other, and while it usually amused him, tonight was not the case.
“You’re coming with me.”
“Namiiiiiiii, you traitor!”
Sabo ignored your loud whines while taking you to his car, eyebrows knit together, his blood on fire. He felt guilty; he didn’t prevent you this heartbreak, he didn’t protect you, his dear princess. He was too fooled by how happy you seemed during your relationship, by the way you spoke so eagerly about that bastard, making him wish that it was him instead. But that was going to change.
You fell asleep in the backseat of the car. Your dress was slightly riding up, showing your beautiful legs. It was extremely painful for Sabo to concentrate on the road, his head fuming because of anger and because of seeing you so vulnerable at his side. Since you were sleeping and he didn’t want to leave you alone, he decided to bring you to his own apartment that he shared with Ace.
He held you gently, as if you were as light as a feather. Once inside, he put you on the couch. You slowly opened your eyes.
“Sabooo…Ohh…We’re at your place…Where’s Ace?”
“Ace is spending the night with Thatch. You can stay here till tomorrow. I can’t leave you alone…well…like this.”
You rubbed your eyes, sitting up on the sofa. He found your flushed face insanely cute.
“Ohhh…’kayy…Gosh I’m nauseous..” you put your hand over your lips. You looked at the glass of water on the table and got up to reach for it, but you stumbled and dropped the glass on the floor.
“Oh goddamnit…I’m sorry…” you bent over to collect the shattered pieces, but Sabo’s hand held yours.
“It’s fine, I’ll take care of it. Are you hurt?”
You looked at your hand, a small droplet of blood pooling where glass pierced skin. You instinctively put your finger in your mouth while looking into his eyes.
“Uh-uh it’s fine…I’m really sorryyy for the glass.”
“It’s okay. I’ll get you another one, you just wait here, and don’t touch anything.” He said as he collected the pieces of glass to throw them away. Then, he disappeared into the kitchen only to come back with a glass of water.
You were sitting there, on the couch, in your underwear, a simple set of black bra and cotton panties. Your dress was on the floor as you reached for the remote to turn the TV on. Sabo blinked many times. He knew that you were bestfriends, and that you probably only thought of him as a brother, yet, you had never stripped in his presence. He almost dropped the glass of water, but thankfully he managed to keep his cool. You were drunk. He didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, especially not tonight.
“Here, drink up.” He sat next to you and you draped your legs over his.
“Thank you~ Ahh, I took off my dress because it was wet.” You said as you gestured to the said black dress. “I didn’t want to get your couch wet…Also it’s kinda hot. You don’t mind, hm? It’s not like you’ve never seen me in a swimsuit before…Duuh. Wait? Are you looking at my chest ? Eh Sabo, stop right there, you’re looking at my chest! I’m sure you’re doing it, haha.” You said playfully.
You had a point, you had been to the beach together before, but something about seeing you in your underwear was different, and he hated himself for looking at you that way while you were so vulnerable.
“I’m not looking. As you said, it’s not like I’ve never seen you in a swimsuit before. You’re going to get a cold though. I’ll get you a shirt.”
He moved your legs out of the way and got up.
“Okayyy~ But don’t make me wait, blondie.”
“Blondie?” He stopped and looked at you with a raised eyebrow, which made you laugh very hard. “You know what? Nevermind.”
He proceeded to ignore you and came back with a shirt and some shorts. He took advantage of the situation to change into a white shirt and gray sweatpants. He took his place next to you on the couch while you were too focused watching cartoons and laughing at every not-so-funny joke.
You managed to put the black shirt on which was too big for you, reaching your upper thighs. You just threw the shorts away because the shirt was long enough to cover your panties.
“Thank you~ Wow, your clothes really smell good. Kinda smells like you. You smell good.”
He knew that your words were innocent, and that you were much more open because of the alcohol, however, he couldn’t help but find you extremely adorable wearing his shirt. The thought of what your ex did made him extremely angry. How could he hurt you this way, you, almost an angel?
If only you would let him love you, he would never hurt you that way, he would cherish and protect you. You’ll never need anyone but him.
An hour passed, with you laughing extremely loud and him trying to keep his calm as you teased him unconsciously, putting your head on his shoulder or messing with him. Then, as you were starting to get a bit sleepy at 1 in the morning, you let your head fall on his lap and said,
“Thank you for taking care of me, Sabo. You’re always here for me…You always help me, you really are an amazing guy.”
You were getting emotional so you put your hands on your face, a bit uncomfortable while talking about your feelings this way. Even though you were best friends, you weren’t the kind to open up about your feelings so much. You hated being perceived as weak. He ruffled your hair lovingly, prying your hands slowly away from your face. His eyes were sogentle, it almost melted your pained heart. You couldn’t help but think of your ex, and what he did.
“It’s normal (Y/N), I wish I could’ve prevented all of this. I am sorry for what happened.”
“Why are you sorry, Sabo? It’s not your fault…It’s just me, it’s like I’m a fuckboy magnet or something…” You said with a bitter laugh, trying to tone down the situation.”
You sat down again on your knees on the couch, he turned a bit so he was facing you. He didn’t know what to say to ease your pain. He didn’t know what to say without betraying his emotions, without giving himself away.
“It’s like…Everyone I meet plays me and breaks my heart. I’m so done…I really…What did I do wrong, huh? Why did he have to cheat on me? Am I not enough? Am I not pretty enough? Am I not good enough for him? What’s wrong with me…? Tell me, Sabo, what’s wrong with me…”
You tried your best to hold back your tears. When Sabo gently placed his hand on the back of your head, the gesture was even better than words for you. You just snapped and started crying, your mascara staining the white shirt.
“You are more than enough, (Y/N). He is just a bastard. You are very pretty...You are kind…Every man would dream to have you by his side. Shh...Don’t cry…” he gently caressed your hair.
You jolted back, looking him in the eyes and sniffing. He hated to think that in this moment, you were adorable, like a little puppy that was only asking to be protected.
“You’re so kind, Sabo…Why can’t I attract guys like you, huh?”
His eyes darkened, he never expected you to say anything like this. He knew it was the alcohol talking, he knew you didn’t mean it any of it. And yet, it lit something new inside of him: a hint of hope. And if this wasn’t enough, you kept going on.
“I mean, you’re handsome…You’re kind, you’re smart…And you make me laugh…”you laughed a bit, “Hell, you’ve seen me at my worst, haha! You really are amazing~ I’m so lucky to be your best friend.”
You moved a bit because you were getting uncomfortable sitting on your knees on the couch like that. You just slipped onto his lap, and it wasn’t the first time you did that. Actually, you had to sit on his lap many times when you were teenagers and you didn’t have enough space in the car. But this time was different, you were both adults, and you were drunk and heartbroken.
“I’m sure that a lot of girls are into you…”
You looked down at his shirt; it’s true that you had seen Sabo many times before, but you have never noticed that he was this attractive. You ran your hand through his hair as if you were discovering his face for the first time, and you felt some kind of electricity between the both of you. He was letting you go too far, almost to the point of no return, but you kept going on and on without giving him time to even process one thing.
“Why don’t you tell me about anyone, hm? Don’t you like girls? What about that girl, Koala, I’m sure she’s into you! She’s pretty cute and…Ahh…Don’t tell me you’re gay, Sabo?!”
You put a hand on your lips simulating a shocked reaction. You had known him for so long and you would be offended if your best friend was gay and never told you about it. He held your hand and took it away from your lips, looking at you with eyes you’ve never seen before. A serious look, you could’ve sworn that it was the look of yearning.
“I am not.”
His voice was firm, just like his grip on your wrist. You could’ve sworn that you saw something mirrored in his black eyes, something that disappeared as fast as it first appeared. And this thing, that little flame that you almost saw thrilled you. You wanted to understand this change in atmosphere, and why he wasn’t laughing along with you. You felt a bit intimidated.
Did you go too far?
Probably.
But you wanted to go too far.
You wanted to feel something, to forget the stinging pain, to do things that you would regret.
You wanted to sabotage yourself, as a form of punishment.
But for what? And what did he do to deserve this?
Those questions didn’t even cross your mind, adrenaline rushing through your veins making your mind blank. You were defying him with your eyes.
“ Oh. ” you said, a mischievous smile forming on your lips. He didn’t like this at all. He didn’t like how you took all of this as a game while he was serious. But he was that desperate to see your next move.
The game had just started. It was the perfect timing.
“Prove it.”
“This is getting ridiculous. You should go to sleep, you’re saying nonsense.”
He knew that you were drunk, but pushing his buttons like this? It was out of the question for him to take advantage of the situation. His feelings were sincere towards you. He didn’t want to do something and betray your trust. He was better than your bastard ex.
If something was meant to happen, he wanted more than a hookup, he didn’t want to abuse the feelings of the girl that he has always known and loved and that saw him as a brother, even if she was half naked on his lap.
It took every ounce of control he had, every drop of patience in his system to not pin you to the couch and kiss your glossy lips.
“You’re such a coward… Really… You scared, huh? You’re scared! Say that you’ve never been with a girl~ Come on, admit it… Who would’ve thought, huh? Sabo, you’re always so cool~ But in reality you’re juuusttttt a virgiiin. I’m so gonna tell Ace! It’s over for you blondie~”
You playfully said all of that,unaware of the effect of your words, and of how dangerous they were, awakening something almost feral inside of him. For just a few seconds, he lost control, trapping you against the couch, fist on the side of your face. His face was so close to yours, his hair caressing your cheek and almost making you giggle.
You have never been this close to Sabo, physically speaking. You felt his thigh between yours and you instinctively closed around it, rubbing against it for friction. You just wanted to numb the feelings away. In that moment, you wanted to taunt him, you would’ve wanted anyone to fuck you. In fact, had he left you in that night club, you would’ve definitely ended up in someone’s bed.
But he took you here, so it was his fault, right? So now it had to be him. He had to numb out the pain.
He was serious.
Sabo, your sweet blondie. Sabo, the good friend. Sabo, who was always here to pick you up every time your heart was shattered in a million pieces on the ground.
“Don’t try me. I think I’m really close to reaching my limit (Y/N).”
You felt thrilled to see him being serious. You wanted to push his buttons and make him mad. Madder. Because you were broken and you needed some intensity to forget. In that moment, you closed the gap between your lips and encircled his neck with your arms, leaning into a kiss: a desperate, sloppy, drunken kiss. Sabo’s eyes opened wide the moment he felt your soft lips on his. He would have never expected this moment to happen. He never imagined his first kiss with you to be this way. You were so eager, so desperate, and the way you kissed him reflected your conflicted emotions. You kissed him like you needed him, not like you wanted him.
And that made him full of tenderness.
He supported your back, bringing you a bit closer to his chest as you pulled away, eyelids heavy, eyes full of tears.
“Sabo… Kiss me back… Please… I need you.”
He wanted you, he wanted you so bad that it angered him, but the taste of alcohol on his lips reminded him of your state. His lack of reaction made you even more desperate.
“Sabo, don’t you want me? Am I not pretty enough? Tell me Sabo… Am I not good enough?”
You started nibbling on his ear, and he couldn’t help but get hard, he was human after all, and he had loved you for so many years. You whispered into his ear.
“Sabo, I want you to fuck me.”
That was it. That was enough. He got up, leaving you there on the couch, trying so hard not to lose it. He wasn’t that type of guy. If anything, he was mad at your ex, seeing you so hurt that you would initiate something with him, thinking that it was only because of the heartbreak and alcohol. He held you in his arms like a princess.
“Enough playing now, you’re going to sleep.”
“B-but! This wasn’t what I asked for .You’re really a coward after all… You virgin…”
He carried you to his room, putting you on the bed and sitting next to you.
“I’d love to prove you wrong. However, it would be better if you were in a state where you’d be able to recall how good I am. If you want me to fuck you this badly, ask me when you’re sober.”