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It’s just past eleven in the morning when the doorbell rings.
Sanji sets aside the laundry she’s folding and pushes up from the couch to head to the front door. She pauses to check her reflection in the mirror in the entryway, and once satisfied that her hair is in place and her makeup still looks good, she opens the door and offers a smile to the man standing on the porch.
He’s a handsome thing, tall and broad-shouldered with a strong jaw and a scar bisecting one of his dark eyes from eyebrow to cheek. Her eyes linger on the way his biceps bulge in the tight shirt he’s wearing, stretching obscenely across his massive chest. His nipples can be seen through the material.
She presses her thighs together as a pulse of arousal shoots through her.
That single dark eye travels the length of her body from her wide hips to her well-endowed bustline before finally making it up to her face. The corner of his mouth quirks up at the corner. “You my eleven-fifteen?”
“Only if you’re here to fix my kitchen sink,” she replies, casually tucking her arms under her tits and once again drawing his gaze down to them. She isn’t wearing a bra, which means he can see her nipples, too. Warmth curls in her belly at the way his eyes darken.
In response, he lifts up the toolbox in one hand and holds out the other to shake. “Guess I’m in the right place, then. Zoro Roronoa.”
“Sanji,” she says, shaking it firmly and letting her fingers linger against his warm palm before pulling away. Absently, she makes note of the lack of wedding band on his finger. “C’mon in.”
Her sundress, almost indecently short, swishes around the top of her legs as she turns to lead him into the house and to the kitchen. The thud of his heavy boots is a pleasant contrast to the light patter of her bare feet on the wood flooring. It sends shivers up her spine to think about how much bigger he is, heavyset and bulky against her lean delicateness. They’re not too far off in height—an inch at most; Sanji is tall for a woman—but his sheer breadth makes her feel wonderfully tiny in comparison.
She wonders if he would have trouble pinning her up against the wall as he fucks into her, if it would be like snapping a twig to bend her in half over the breakfast table.
As they enter the kitchen, Zoro pauses at the refrigerator to look at the photos and drawings pinned up on it. “Cute kids,” he says.
Sanji hums in agreement, smiling at the picture he gestures to. Her sons are shooting beaming smiles at the camera, both of them missing a single tooth each. They’re holding up the seashells they’d found on the beach that day. Sanji herself is in the background, smiling indulgently at their enthusiasm.
“Yeah, they are. They came home with nearly twenty shells that day,” she says, remembering it fondly. “My husband cast them in resin stepping stones and we put them in the vegetable garden so they’d always have a bit of the ocean with them even at home.”
Zoro smiles softly at the story. “That’s really cool. How old are they?”
“Eight and six, now.”
“Getting big,” he says, sounding sentimental. “And where’s the husband?”
“Out of town,” she explains. “He’s the one who would usually deal with things like a burst pipe, but he’s not due back for another week, and I can’t have a waterlogged kitchen for that long.”
“Is he gone a lot?”
“Mm, it feels like it. Working his way up to the top, you know how it is. I’m very proud of him reaching for his dreams, but...” She fiddles with the ring on her finger, twisting it around. Zoro’s gaze lands on the gold band. “... it does get lonely, sometimes.”
His eyes meet hers, dark and intense. “Good thing I’m here, then. A pretty girl like you shouldn’t ever feel lonely.”
The tone of his voice coupled with the hungry look he gives her makes her pussy throb. Sanji bites her lip and returns the look, wondering if her need and desperation are as obvious as it feels, and then shows him to the sink.
There’s a pile of sopping wet towels currently surrounding the base of the sink cabinet where she’d dropped them to mop up the small lake she’d found yesterday afternoon when she got home. This morning was as early as the repair place she’d called could send someone out, so she’d managed to turn the water off and ordered the greasiest take out she could find instead of cooking. She doesn’t eat a lot of junk food, but she felt it was deserved this time.
She picks up the towels to take to the washing machine as Zoro sets his tools down. Thankfully, she seems to have gotten the water turned off properly and most of the puddle is gone for now.
“I’ll leave you to it,” she says, crinkling her nose as the towels get her dress damp. “Let me know if you need anything. There’s fresh lemonade in the fridge that you’re free to help yourself to if you’re thirsty.”
Zoro gives her a flirty smirk as he gets down to crawl under the sink. “You gonna feed me if I’m hungry, too?”
Sanji flutters her lashes at him as she turns away. “Maybe if you’re good.”
For the next hour or so, Sanji busies herself with folding the laundry and tending to the garden, picking what’s ripe and pulling weeds. She hums to herself as she thinks about what to make for lunch, wondering what the attractive repairman might like if she asks him to stay once he’s done, or if he needs to leave right away to make another appointment.
She hopes he wants to stay. She’d like to feed him—he looks like he has a very big appetite.
Probably a messy eater, she thinks, closing her eyes and biting her lip as she presses a hand over her aching cunt, imagining her slick smeared over his mouth as he eats her out. He’d look up at her from between her legs, face glistening with her juices, maybe tell her she’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted before getting her off on just his tongue.
God, she’s so wet just thinking about it. She really hopes he wants to stay.
Need burns through her as she rubs her fingers over her pussy until they come away damp with the slick that’s soaked through her panties. She pulls them down and lets them fall to the floor, stepping out of them and leaving them where they are as she goes back to the kitchen to check on her guest.
Sanji perches herself on the breakfast table right behind where the repairman is working, dress riding up and legs spreading until her mound is on display. She licks her lips as she drags her gaze along his body, lingering on his ass and dipping her fingers back between her folds to rub at her clit when she sees the bulge in his jeans.
He looks big.
“Everything going okay?” she asks, admiring the way Zoro’s wide shoulders shift under his shirt as he fiddles with whatever it is he’s doing.
He grunts in response and pulls back from under the cabinet, wiping his hands on a rag and turning to face her. “Yeah, you should be good to go now. There was a faulty pipe that finally gave way under the pressure, so I just replaced it. Shouldn’t have an issue with it again for a while unless—”
Sanji feels a thrill go through her when his words trail off abruptly, his dark eye zeroing in on where her fingers are playing with her pussy, pushing into her hole briefly before slipping back out and spreading her lips to show off the glistening wetness there.
He looks ravenous.
“That’s good,” she says, smiling sweetly, like she doesn’t know what the sight of her looks like to him. “If you’ve got the time, I have another leak that might need your attention. After lunch, maybe?”
She lets out a breathy little moan as her fingers brush over her clit, more slick dripping out as her cunt pulses with her arousal. He licks his lips. Fuck, but she wants his mouth on her now.
Zoro doesn’t even get up off his knees; he crawls over to her, slow and deliberate like he’s a predator on the hunt and Sanji is his prey. It sends a shiver up her spine and she moans again when his big, warm hands caress up her bare legs, thick fingers trailing delicate lines of fire over her sensitive skin.
“I better look at it now,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. He presses his nose to her knee and drags it up along her inner thigh. “Wouldn’t do to leave it to get worse.”
Sanji’s reply is another louder, drawn out moan as his tongue immediately licks a hot line up the length of her mound straight to her clit. She tangles a hand in his hair and rolls her hips up as he sucks on the sensitive bud. Her head drops back as pleasure shoots through her nerves, body arching.
“Just like that, baby,” she pants, keeping his head in place and grinding against his handsome face. Her legs end up over his shoulders as he leans in closer, pressing his tongue into her. “Show me what that mouth can do.”
Quite a bit, it turns out—it’s almost an understatement to call Zoro enthusiastic as he licks over her, drinking up her slick as he coaxes it from her and mouthing at her folds like he’s making out with her pussy. She rides the bridge of his nose when he works his tongue into her, stroking her as deep as he can while she moans above him. His hands stay on her thighs, caressing and squeezing in turns as he hums into her like he’s eating the most decadent dessert he’s ever had.
Pleasure builds inside her rapidly, her belly tightening with warmth. Sanji manages to open her eyes and look down between her legs long enough to see the way her juices have smeared over his face, his expression one of utter, concentrated bliss. It’s such an attractive sight that she feels her cunt pulse, more slick dripping from her and adding to the puddle she can feel on the table beneath her.
He then moves to suck on her clit again, tongue flicking over the tip relentlessly, shaking his head like a dog, and she tosses her head back again as her chest heaves with the sudden coiling sensation of her impending orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum,” she gasps, tightening her hold on his hair so he won’t move. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum—oh, oh, oh—”
She doesn’t squirt, but it’s a near thing. Her body shakes as she moans through the waves of ecstasy, legs trembling where they’re still hitched over Zoro’s shoulders. He works her through it with a sweetly dedicated determination until she pushes him away when the pleasure turns to oversensitivity, licking his lips and eye still dark with hunger as he looks up at her.
“Found the leak problem,” he tells her, rising up to his feet. His hands work quickly to undo his jeans and push them and his underwear down to his knees, stroking his fat cock a few times as he leans over her. “Pretty simple fix. I can plug it up for you right now.”
“Sounds good,” she says breathlessly before his mouth meets hers in a deep, consuming kiss just as he guides his length to her hole and pushes in in a steady, smooth glide right to the hilt.
He meets her moan with a groan of his own, his hands taking her by the hips as he starts up a fast, hard pace, wasting no time. The kiss breaks as quick as it came, the taste of her own slick lingering on her tongue, and then Zoro is fucking her over the table like it’s a race, hips snapping forward with brusing force that nearly sends her up the table. Their skin slaps together lewdly, and she doesn’t hold back the noises he pushes out of her each time he hits her good spots, one of her hands rubbing at her clit while the other grips the edge of the table.
One of his hands leaves her thigh long enough to skim up her body, thumb brushing over a nipple poking through the fabric of her dress.
“Show me those fat tits, pretty mama,” he rumbles, and she lets go of the table to reach up and pull at the laces at the front of her dress, loosening it all until her tits spill out the already scandalously low neckline.
“These little ol’ things?” she purrs, feeling the way they bounce with each of his thrusts. Oh, the sight she must make beneath him. The mental image of herself as she looks now is as much of a turn on as the cock fucking into her and filling her up so good.
She was right—he’s big.
“Nothin’ little or old about these beauties,” he rasps, rough and ravenous. He gropes one of her tits with his hand while his mouth comes to give attention to the other, sucking at her nipple before biting around it and sending tingles of pleasure-pain up her spine.
She tips her head back on another moan, exposing her throat, and he obliges her silent request for hickies and marks with a low growl that has heat curling in her belly again.
“Mm, fuck, I’m close again. Gonna fill me up, handsome?” she asks—practically pleading. Her hands are both on his shoulders now, pulling him closer as his movements start turning frantic and uncoordinated.
He groans into her neck. “Yeah, mama, gonna—fuck—fill you up good. Stuff you with my cum and—oh, shit—put another baby in you—ah, fuck, fuck, fuck—”
“Ahn—”
She feels when he finally reaches his peak, warmth flooding into her as he buries himself as deep as he can get and comes inside with a low groan. He pants into the crook of her neck as he comes down, leaving fluttering little kisses over her throat that make the heat in her belly burn hotter at the tenderness. Eventually, he pulls away just far enough to get one of his big hands in between them to rub over her clit until she falls over into climax again, shuddering under him and clenching around the softening length of him still in her cunt.
They breathe heavily together, heads resting against one another as they enjoy the afterglow. Sanji runs her fingers through his hair while Zoro trails sweet caresses along her hips and thighs.
He’s the one to break the peaceful silence between them. “You said your husband’s gone for the week, right?”
“Mm.”
“And the kids?”
“With my dad,” she murmurs, rubbing her hands over his back. “Took ‘em on a camping trip. Won’t be back until the end of next week.”
Zoro’s eye is dark and intense when he pulls back to look down at her. His expression is soft with affection. He brushes some of her bangs out of her face and Sanji leans into his touch with a sigh.
“Sounds like you might need some company,” he muses with a grin.
She meets it with a smile of her own. “Sounds like you’re offering.”
“And if I am?”
He bites out a curse when she squeezes around his cock again, reminding them both he’s still buried inside her. Sanji tips his head until she can slot their mouths together again, kissing him deep and slow and enjoying the way he melts into her.
“I’m sure we can find a way to keep busy,” she says into his lips. “Starting in the bedroom and making sure this—” She clenches around him again to make her point. “—takes, maybe?”
Without pulling out of her, Zoro manages to lift her up into his arms, her legs locking around his waist, and turns to take her to the master bedroom. Sanji swoons at the show of strength, kissing over his jaw and trailing down to his neck to suck her own marks into his soft skin.
“Sounds like a plan, pretty mama,” he agrees, and the bedroom door closes with a thrilling thud behind them as his mouth finds hers again.
A week and a half later, Sanji is humming to herself in the kitchen as she kneads dough for the bread she’s making when the muted sounds of laughter reach her from the direction of the porch. She smiles, setting the dough aside and wiping her hands on a rag as she pads to the front door even as the doorbell rings.
“And who could possibly be making so much racket?” she asks as she opens the door. Immediately she is greeted by two beaming smiles.
“Mama!” twin voices chorus out, and Sanji lets out a soft huff when both her legs are taken hostage by her boys.
“Hey, loves.”
“We’re back!” Terra says, his smile wide and showing off the missing front tooth. His usual dark green hair has bleached a few shades lighter from the sun, and his tan skin is a few shades darker than normal. Sanji runs her fingers through his hair and leans down to kiss his head.
“So you are,” she agrees. “Did you have fun with Grandpa?”
Sora, holding her other leg, nods. His usually fair cheeks are ruddy, dark eyes sparkling up at her from behind his blond bangs. “Yeah! I caught three beetles, but Grandpa said I couldn’t bring them home, even to show Uncle Luffy.”
He looks so dejected, Sanji almost feels bad for him. The thought that she might have had bugs in her house, however, sends a shiver of disgust up her spine. She pats his head in sympathy anyway. “Probably for the best, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to take them out of their home, would we? They might get a little sad if they’re away for too long.”
Her son seems to think about this and then gives her a wide-eyed horrified look. “I don’t want them to be sad!”
“They won’t be,” she assures him, trying not to laugh. “They’re still at home, right?”
“Oh, yeah.” Sora’s expression clears immediately. “And so are we!”
“And I’m so glad you are.” She smiles at them, fondness filling her chest. “I missed you terribly.”
“Where’s Dad?” Terra asks. “I wanna show him this cool rock I found. It looks like a sword.”
Sanji gestures back into the house. “He was napping on the couch, last I saw him. Go wake him up for me? Lunch will be ready soon.”
Both her sons throw their hands up with shouts of glee as they stomp into the house. “Yay, food!”
She watches them take off with a smile and a shake of her head. Oh, to have that kind of enthusiasm and energy again. A throat clears behind her, and Sanji turns back to see her dad standing on the porch, several cases of luggage in his arms and a tired, if happy look on his usually grumpy face.
“Hey, dad,” she says, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing his cheek. “They didn’t wear you out too bad, did they?”
“Nothin’ I couldn’t handle,” he grumps, but kisses her cheek in return. “Hey, princess. How was your little vacation away from the terrors?”
“It was pretty quiet,” she laughs, helping him get the luggage inside. “Almost didn’t recognize the place without them running around and making messes every five minutes.”
“You enjoy it,” he says, and she just grins. He’s got her there—she loves her kids with all her heart and she wouldn’t change how they are for anything.
Speaking of kids, though.
Turning to the small table they keep in the foyer for keys and other knick knacks, she scoops up the tall coffee mug she’d left sitting on it and holds it out to her dad. “Oh, I got this for you. Just a little thank you gift for taking them for a couple weeks. It was much appreciated.”
“I’ve got a billion mugs, princess,” he sighs, but accepts it anyway, because he’s never been able to say no to her.
Sanji watches with anticipation as he looks it over, reading the words on the side. She tries to keep her smile hidden, biting her lip as his expression furrows as he reads the large WORLD’S GREATEST GRANDDAD printed in bold, the #1 beneath it crossed out in Sharpie and a 3 scribbled in its place in her neat handwriting.
His eyes meet hers again with suspicion. “Why the three?”
“Look inside,” she says, almost laughing. She hears heavy footsteps coming up behind her right before large, warm arms wrap around her waist and soft lips press against her cheek, and she and her husband watch as her dad reaches into the coffee mug and pulls out the thing she’d put in it.
A positive pregnancy test.
It takes a second for the implication to process, but then her dad is looking at her with tired eyes. Sanji can’t hold her laugh in any longer and she leans into her husband’s chest as she giggles with delight at the deadpan, judgmental expression on her dad’s face.
“You were left alone for two weeks, ” he groans while she cackles. He points a threatening finger at her husband still wrapped around her. “This is your fault, cabbage head.”
Sanji feels her husband shrug carelessly and she looks over her shoulder to smile at him. Zoro’s expression is as smug as she’s ever seen it, glowing with happiness in his eye.
They’d had a very pleasant, successful week.
“I’m not sorry,” he says, hand coming to cup her belly. She won’t be showing for a while yet, but she sets her hand on top of his and threads their fingers together, anyway.
“You know we’ve always wanted three,” she says to her dad. He’s not even truly put out about it—she can see the gleam of tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. She knows he’s as excited as they are; he loves spoiling their sons and he’ll love spoiling another little one, especially if they have a girl this time.
Sanji hopes it’s a little girl.
With a deep, shuddering sigh, her dad wipes at his eyes and smiles at them, pulling them both into a crushing hug.
“I’m happy for you two,” he says. His hand ruffles Zoro’s hair and he kisses Sanji on the cheek again. “I gotta get goin’, now. Baratie won’t open itself.”
“How about you go home and get off your feet for a minute!” Sanji calls after him as he stomps back down the porch to the driveway. “Patty and Carne have been opening just fine on their own, they can handle one more day!”
“That’s rich comin’ from you, little eggplant!”
With that, he climbs into his car and pulls away, and Sanji waves at him until he’s gone. She sighs, resting her head against Zoro’s when he sets his chin on her shoulder again. Her mouth pulls up in a smile as he trails kisses along her cheek, finally turning to let him kiss her properly.
“Ew, Dad and Mama are being gross again!”
“Ugh! Right in front of my salad!”
Sanji snorts so hard she nearly pulls a muscle at the unexpected words, doubling over in laughter while Zoro gives their son a look.
“Where did you hear that?”
Sora smiles guilelessly. “Uncle Usopp says it all the time when he sees you two kissing!”
Zoro stares off into the distance. “I’m gonna kill him.”
Sanji tugs her husband into her arms before he gets too deep into his thoughts of ending the life of one of their best friends, kissing over his face until he melts into her. She pulls back and loops a finger in the chain around his neck, leading him along by the wedding ring he keeps on it.
“Lunch first,” she says, “then we’ll see about murdering Uncle Usopp. Sound good?”
“Lunch!” Terra and Sora cry simultaneously, both scampering off to the kitchen. Sanji goes to follow them but pauses when Zoro tugs on her hand, pulling her back to his chest.
“You still lonely, pretty mama?” he asks, low and lovely in her ear. The affection in his voice warms her from her fingers to her toes.
She kisses him sweetly. “Why? You wanna keep me company, handsome?”
Zoro kisses her back. “Maybe I do.”
Sanji grins and kisses him one more time before pulling away. “Let me feed you,” she says, taking him by the hands and pulling him along.
“Then we’ll find something to keep us busy.”