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Zoro was the most feared and respected mafia boss in the underworld. His name alone sent shivers down spines, and his mere presence commanded obedience. But at home, in the grand mansion that overlooked the city, an omega was waiting for him—Sanji.
Sanji was tired of waiting. Five months. Five whole months without intimacy. No touches, no kisses—nothing. Zoro was always busy, always out handling business, and Sanji was beyond frustrated.
Today, he had gone to the market to clear his mind, to distract himself from the heat building inside him—both physically and emotionally. As he wandered through the stalls, something caught his eye. A book.
The title made him smirk. "How to Seduce a Stubborn Alpha."
Without hesitation, he bought it, his mind already forming a plan. If Zoro thought he could ignore him forever, he was dead wrong.
That evening, Sanji sat on the plush couch in their bedroom, flipping through the book with a sly grin.
Step 1: Capture Your Alpha’s Attention – Send Seductive Photos.
“Oh? Sounds easy enough,” Sanji mused, grabbing his phone.
He loosened his shirt, letting it slip off one shoulder, revealing smooth, pale skin. With a teasing smirk, he snapped a picture—his lips slightly parted, his golden hair messy in just the right way. He took another one, this time lifting his shirt just enough to expose the V-line leading down his abdomen.
Satisfied, he sent them to Zoro without a word.
It didn’t take long for his phone to buzz.
Zoro: What the hell, Sanji?
Zoro: Where are you?
Zoro: You’re seriously sending me this while I’m in a meeting?
Zoro: Answer me.
Sanji smirked, ignoring the messages. A minute later, his phone rang. Zoro’s name flashed on the screen.
He answered lazily, “What?”
“The hell do you mean ‘what’? What are these pictures?” Zoro’s voice was deep, demanding.
Sanji feigned confusion. “What pictures?”
Zoro let out a frustrated groan. “Sanji—”
“I’m busy,” Sanji cut him off, sounding uninterested. “Talk later.”
And with that, he hung up.
Leaning back, he chuckled. Step one—complete.
Sanji flipped to the next page, biting his lip as he read.
Sanji flipped the page of the book, eyes glinting with mischief.
Step 2: Make Your Alpha Jealous – Show Them What They’re Missing.
“Oh, this is gonna be fun,” he murmured, grabbing his phone again.
He changed into a black silk shirt—one that clung to his body and had the top few buttons undone, showing off just enough to tease. Tight, ripped jeans hugged his legs perfectly, and he finished the look with a pair of sleek boots.
Then, he headed out to meet a few of his old alpha friends at a lounge. Nothing too wild, just drinks, laughter, and a lot of well-timed pictures.
Click. One with his arm draped over a broad-shouldered alpha.
Click. Another with a friend whispering in his ear, too close for comfort.
Click. One where he was sipping his drink, lips glistening, shirt slipping off his shoulder.
Perfect.
He selected the best ones and sent them straight to Zoro.
Minutes passed. Then—
Zoro: Who the fuck are these guys?
Zoro: Sanji. Answer me.
Zoro: Where the hell are you?
Zoro: Are you trying to piss me off?
Sanji smirked, ignoring the messages again. He took a sip of his drink, letting the anticipation build.
A few more minutes later—his phone rang. Zoro.
Sanji answered, voice smooth and careless. “Yeah?”
“Don’t ‘yeah’ me,” Zoro growled. “Where are you, and who the hell are these bastards?”
Sanji hummed in thought. “Just some friends. What, can’t an omega have a little fun?”
“Sanji—”
“Oh, gotta go. My drink’s getting warm.” And just like that, he hung up again.
Leaning back in his seat, he chuckled. Step two—complete.
Step 3: Cross the Line – Send Irresistible Pictures That Will Drive Him Crazy.
His smirk widened. Oh, this is gonna break him.
Back at the mansion, he slipped out of his tight jeans, leaving only a thin pair of silk boxers on. His golden hair was tousled from the night out, his skin warm from the alcohol still in his system. He sat on the bed, leaning back slightly, exposing the sharp lines of his collarbone and the dip of his toned stomach.
Click.
Then, he slid the boxers just a little lower. Just enough to tease.
Click.
Feeling even bolder, he tossed the boxers aside, letting his bare skin be the main focus of the next shot. His legs slightly parted, his fingers resting on his thigh like an invitation.
Click.
Satisfied, he sent the pictures to Zoro, adding a simple text:
"Still too busy for me, Alpha?"
Not even a full minute passed before his phone exploded with calls.
Zoro. Zoro. Zoro.
Sanji smirked and ignored them. Then—
Zoro: Sanji, I swear to god.
Zoro: Pick up the damn phone.
Zoro: If you don’t answer in the next five seconds, I’m coming home right now.
Sanji chuckled, rolling onto his stomach, enjoying the power shift.
His phone rang again. This time, he answered lazily. “What?”
“Sanji. What the fuck are you doing?” Zoro’s voice was low, rough, and clearly strained.
“Hmm? Just lying in bed. Naked.”
Silence. Then—Zoro exhaled sharply, like he was holding himself back. “You really wanna play this game?”
Sanji hummed innocently. “What game?”
Zoro’s voice dropped, dark and dangerous. “Keep that door unlocked. I’m coming home.”
Sanji grinned, excitement coursing through him. Step three—successful.
Sanji turned the page, his lips curving into a smug grin.
Step 4: Wear His Clothes—But Barely. Act Innocent. Ignore Him.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
After his little stunt last night, Zoro had come home late, but Sanji had already locked himself in the bedroom, pretending to be asleep. This morning, he was going to take it up a notch.
He grabbed one of Zoro’s black dress shirts—the biggest one he could find. It hung off his shoulders completely, the sleeves covering his hands, and the hem barely reached the middle of his thighs. The oversized fit made him look even smaller, more delicate. And, of course, he wore nothing underneath.
With a yawn, he strolled into the kitchen, humming to himself as he started breakfast. He stretched a little too much while reaching for ingredients, causing the shirt to ride up dangerously. He moved around carelessly, bending down, standing on his toes—every movement an unintentional tease.
Sanji was cracking eggs when he heard heavy footsteps behind him. He smirked but didn’t turn around.
Silence.
Then a deep inhale.
“Sanji,” Zoro’s voice was rough, strained.
Sanji kept cooking, pretending not to notice. “Huh?”
Zoro didn’t respond right away, but Sanji could feel his eyes burning into him. He knew exactly what Zoro was seeing—his bare thighs, the oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder, and the way he swayed slightly while moving.
Another sharp inhale. “What the hell are you wearing?”
Sanji shrugged. “Your shirt. Thought you wouldn’t mind.” He still didn’t look back.
Zoro’s jaw clenched. “And pants?”
Sanji hummed as if thinking. “Mmm… didn’t feel like wearing any.”
Silence.
Sanji smirked to himself, messing around even more—leaning forward slightly, stretching, making little satisfied sounds while cooking.
Then, he felt it. The heat of Zoro’s gaze.
And when he subtly glanced at the reflection in the oven glass, he saw it—Zoro sitting at the table, arms crossed, legs spread apart, jaw tight, and—most importantly—a very obvious problem in his sweatpants.
Sanji bit his lip to hide his victorious grin.
Step four—complete.
Sanji flipped the last page of the book, grinning.
Final Step: Drive Him Insane – Show Your Omega Instincts.
Still wearing nothing but Zoro’s oversized shirt, he absentmindedly lifted the collar to his nose, inhaling deeply. The scent of his alpha—warm musk, a hint of steel, and that intoxicating spice unique to Zoro—flooded his senses.
A soft, pleased hum slipped from his lips as he hugged the fabric around him, completely unaware of the way Zoro was watching him.
Zoro’s grip on his mug tightened, his pupils darkening as he watched Sanji nuzzle into his shirt. The sight of his omega—bare thighs, messy blond hair, lost in his scent—made something primal snap inside him.
Sanji, still playing innocent, sighed dramatically. “Your shirt smells so good… Feels nice, too.”
Zoro’s jaw ticked. His voice came out rough, barely restrained. “Sanji.”
The omega finally turned, tilting his head. “Hmm?”
Zoro stood up. Slowly. Stalking toward him like a predator closing in on prey.
Sanji gulped but kept his smirk. “Something wrong?”
Zoro’s eyes burned into him. “You think you can tease me like this and get away with it?”
Sanji’s breath hitched when Zoro caged him against the counter, his body heat radiating, his scent growing stronger. The omega instinctively pressed closer, his fingers gripping the fabric of the shirt, his cheeks burning.
Zoro smirked. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
Game over.
He had won.
But before he could savor the victory—
BZZZZ.
Zoro’s phone rang.
Sanji’s stomach dropped.
Without a word, Zoro answered it, his expression shifting back into business mode.
And then, just like always… he left.
Sanji stood there, frozen.
Disappointment crashed over him. His fingers clenched into fists.
He stormed back to the bedroom and grabbed the damn book, hurling it across the room.
“Fucking useless,” he muttered before burying himself under the blankets.
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Morning Comes With a Realization
When Zoro finally returned home, he sighed, exhausted but relieved. His biggest mission was finally over.
No more distractions. No more work. Now, he could finally focus on Sanji.
As he passed the bathroom, he heard the shower running.
Still bathing?
He sat on the bed, waiting. That’s when he noticed something on the floor.
A book.
Curious, he picked it up. His brow furrowed at the title.
"How to Seduce a Stubborn Alpha."
Zoro raised an eyebrow and flipped through the pages.
Step one… the seductive pictures.
Step two… making him jealous.
Step three… crossing the line.
Step four… wearing his shirt and ignoring him.
Zoro’s face went completely blank.
So that’s what all of that was about…
For a long moment, he just sat there, staring at the book in his hands.
Then—
A slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face.
If Sanji wanted to play this game, fine.
Now, it was his turn.
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Zoro’s Turn to Play
Sanji sighed, running a towel through his damp hair as he stepped out of the shower.
The warm water had helped a little, but he still felt frustrated.
He reached for his clothes—only to freeze.
They were gone.
What the hell? He checked the cabinets. The drawers. The laundry basket. Nothing.
The only thing left hanging on the towel rack was… Zoro’s oversized black shirt.
Sanji blinked. His eyes narrowed.
“That bastard.”
Grumbling, he grabbed the shirt and slipped it on. It was ridiculously big on him, practically swallowing his frame, the hem barely covering his upper thighs.
He took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom—only to be caught immediately.
Strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him into a firm chest.
Sanji barely had time to react before Zoro’s deep voice rumbled against his ear.
“Looking for something?”
Sanji stiffened. “Where the hell are my clothes?”
Zoro smirked, resting his chin on Sanji’s shoulder. “Nowhere.” His hands slid down, fingers brushing over Sanji’s bare thighs. “Guess you’ll just have to wear this.”
Sanji gritted his teeth. “You stole my damn clothes?”
Zoro hummed. “You played dirty, sweetheart. I’m just playing back.”
Sanji tried to squirm away, but Zoro only pulled him closer. “Relax. Didn’t you want my attention?” His lips ghosted over Sanji’s ear. “You have all of it now.”
Sanji swallowed hard. He was so going to get back at him for this.
But for now… maybe losing didn’t seem so bad.
Sanji barely had time to react before Zoro pulled him onto his lap, one strong arm wrapped around his waist, keeping him in place.
Sanji scowled, shifting slightly. “Let me go, you bastard—”
Zoro tightened his grip. “Not happening.” His voice was deep, amused, but there was something darker underneath. “You wanna tell me why you did all that?”
Sanji turned his head away stubbornly. “No idea what you’re talking about.”
Zoro let out a low chuckle, his fingers trailing up Sanji’s bare thigh, teasing. “Oh? So you just happened to send me all those pictures, go out with a bunch of alphas, and parade around half-naked in my shirt for fun?”
Sanji’s face burned. His lips pressed into a thin line.
Zoro tilted his head. “Come on, sweetheart. Tell me.”
Sanji hesitated, gripping the oversized fabric of Zoro’s shirt. Then, in a small voice, he muttered, “I just wanted your attention.”
Silence.
Then, a slow, dark chuckle rumbled from Zoro’s chest.
Sanji looked up, and his breath hitched.
Zoro’s smirk was downright dangerous.
Without a word, Zoro reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a large pack of condoms.
Then another.
And another.
Sanji’s eyes widened in horror as Zoro dropped packs of condoms onto the bed.
His heart stopped.
“Wha—”
Zoro leaned in, lips brushing against Sanji’s ear. His voice was low, husky, filled with promise.
“You wanted my attention?” He smirked, gripping Sanji’s waist. “Well… you got it.”
Sanji swallowed hard.
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Sanji lay sprawled on the bed, completely wrecked. His limbs refused to move, his body aching in ways he didn’t even know were possible.
The oversized shirt—Zoro’s shirt—was barely hanging onto him, stretched and completely ruined. He didn’t even remember when all the condoms were used, but judging by the soreness in his legs, every single one of them was.
His mistake was thinking he could win against Roronoa Zoro.
Zoro, looking way too satisfied, lay beside him, arms folded behind his head, a cocky smirk on his lips. “Tired already?”
Sanji could only glare at him, too exhausted to curse properly.
Zoro chuckled, reaching over to brush Sanji’s messy hair from his face. “Five months, huh?” He tilted his head, amused. “Should’ve just said something earlier.”
Sanji groaned, turning his head away. “Shut up… I hate you…”
Zoro only laughed, wrapping an arm around Sanji’s waist and pulling him close. “Nah, you love me.”
Sanji didn’t respond—not because he disagreed, but because he had zero energy left to argue.
Zoro smirked, pressing a slow kiss against Sanji’s forehead.
“Rest up, sweetheart,” he murmured.
“…Because we’re not done yet.”
Sanji’s soul left his body.
RIP Sanji’s legs…