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Zoro was almost at the end of her set. In the somewhat dingy underground bar with flashing lights illuminating the room, she found her spot towards the back.
Packed between the walls behind her and her DJ equipment in front of her, Zoro was almost stuck to the front of the table as people leaned in over her setup to shout their requests.
She'd adjusted her headphones halfway in, one side pressed to her ear still while the other side rested behind the ear with her three piercings, when the clubbers were more than a few drinks in and had regularly started making requests.
Zoro had DJed at this bar a few times before. She’d been introduced to the place by Nami, when she was slightly strapped for cash, and found that it paid well enough to oversee some of her expenses.
Towards the end there had been some kind of commotion. Attention shifted to the middle of the dance floor and, from what she could see from the movement of the tops of the clubbers’ heads, people had scooted away from the centre.
Probably another drunken fight. Those were common this late into the night, and security would sort it out soon enough. She thought to lower the music for a moment, but no one seemed to be alarmed or gesturing at her to do so, so she tapped a few things on her laptop to progress into the next playlist.
With music booming into her ears from both her headphones and the speakers, she couldn't hear what the people on the floor discussed while pointedly looking towards the middle, but whatever it was certainly wasn't Zoro’s concern.
That's what she had thought when the inflow of song requests ramped up again, and people had made their way up to squeeze right next to her in the hopes of getting more than they'd asked for.
Zoro wasn't blind. She could see and feel the hands lingering around her waist and biceps as people leaned in to whisper their requests in her ear. Breaths dampened the side of her face and sweat infused into her muscles as lustful gazes landed on her.
She had to politely decline and manoeuvre them each back down to the floor while agreeing to play the songs most of them had come up with as some likely farce to get closer to her.
Zoro thought it would be another night of pushing people off herself while she tried to remain intact long enough until the next DJ arrived.
She'd been the subject of hungry eyes preying on her from a distance multiple times that it stopped bothering her after her second or third gig. She was more than used to it and, a few times, it had even helped her fall into bed with whichever woman was her partner for the night.
Tonight, though, no one had caught her attention so far, and she looked forward to being able to just crash the moment she saw her bed.
That was until the crowd, a short distance in front of her, parted again like it did earlier, and the reason for such a feat came into view.
About a few people away from her setup was a blonde woman, hips swaying sensually as hands travelled up and down her torso before pushing up into her hair. She ran her fingers through the strands cascading down her back that ended right where her low-waisted shorts started. The shorts curved around the woman’s ass tantalisingly, a belt looped around a lithe waist and caught the light, glimmering hypnotisingly.
Zoro had only seen her back till now, but she immediately understood what the earlier commotion was about.
Right there was a woman who oozed confidence and charisma and sex appeal.
Zoro didn't need to see her face to know that. Just the way she danced had people staring and gawking over her. Yet Zoro was sure the woman didn't even realise how many people were enraptured by her moves.
Vision tunnelled on the woman; Zoro watched her make her way closer.
People were still dancing, encroaching on her from both sides, so she'd moved into a side-step shuffle to keep on moving. Her top, previously hidden by her hair, leopard print, stuck to the curves of her body.
Zoro must have seen about a dozen other people sporting the same print on various items of clothing, but the contrast of rings of dark browns and blacks against milky skin elevated the look completely.
The bar’s lights danced around, but somehow one of them seemed to be focused on the blonde woman, always shining on her as she made her way forward.
Dangly earrings, under curled blonde hair, swung from her ears and flashed while glittering rings on long manicured fingers waved in her face.
Rapid knocks on her controller brought Zoro back to reality, and she blinked quietly when she looked down at the woman standing before her.
Cheeks slightly flushed and a stupid grin on her face, Sanji repeated the knocking, trying to gain the DJ’s attention.
She could feel eyes trained on her since she stepped foot into the bar, but the free drinks upon entry coursing through her bloodstream made her freer than she normally was and encouraged her to take centre of the crowded room, uncaring of what others thought of her.
“You… Cook?” Zoro tilted her head slightly, seeing a curly eyebrow that could belong to only one woman and leaned down so she could be heard over the music booming right next to her.
She watched the blonde pause, blink, lift her head and her visible eye widened as she finally took in who was behind the DJ setup.
“Come join me, Marimo.” Sanji’s hand tugged the front of Zoro’s top, pulling her even closer over the mixer and batted her eyelash like some sort of invitation.
“Can't. Gotta finish this lineup before I…”
A quirked-up eyebrow from the cook and Zoro forgot the rest of her sentence as she sensed a challenge behind that playful look.
Released from Sanji’s hold, Zoro pulled back, glanced at the last few songs that were queued on her laptop and figured it'd be fine to leave it unattended as Sanji drifted further away.
Zoro pulled her headphones down to rest around her neck and hopped off the raised platform to follow behind Sanji.
The crowd seemed determined to separate them, though, because every time Zoro moved towards the glimpse of glossy blonde hair amongst the swarm of people, she'd lose it just as quickly, hiding from her even though the spotlight always shone on Sanji when she saw her again.
Familiar rings and bracelets adorned a hand that tugged her wrist forward, and she stumbled slightly before regaining her footing just before colliding into the cook’s body.
Zoro found her free hand supporting itself on Sanji’s bare waist and felt the blonde situate her other hand so that her hands mirrored each other.
She felt her face heat up at the skin contact and was thankful for the dim room and everyone’s varying degrees of blushed faces that she didn't look out of place.
Her hands engulfed Sanji’s waist completely…
Zoro could feel her fingers meeting and saw her thumbs touch at the dip on Sanji’s back just above the studded belt wrapped around the waistline of her shorts.
Another tug.
This time, fingers hooked into Zoro’s headphones to pull her head down and onto Sanji’s exposed shoulder. The blonde turned her face so her lips brushed against the edges of Zoro’s ear and her breath warmed the three dangling teardrop earrings as she spoke huskily.
“What? Need instructions for this too, mosshead?”
Zoro’s eyebrows furrowed at the taunt, and her hands squeezed Sanji’s waist before her hips rolled forward, synching with the other’s movements.
The pair moulded against each other’s bodies, fitting perfectly against one another. Sanji’s hands came up to grip Zoro’s hands on her waist, keeping them locked around her, and they moved together, Zoro thrusting forward when Sanji’s hips pushed back.
The cook’s head rested on Zoro’s shoulder, her face still tilted inwards, breathing puffs of air onto Zoro’s sweaty neck. There were goosebumps where the warm breath caressed Zoro’s skin, and she fought not to shiver under Sanji’s body.
This… whatever this dance was, it was just something that Sanji had managed to encourage her into doing.
Zoro had complied because Sanji was drunk and didn't want anyone to ruin Sanji’s night. Not that the cook would ever learn of her intention.
She knew Sanji could take care of herself. Had seen the woman knock men out without so much as a single strand of hair being displaced. Yet she was easy to pick on, and her dainty look even in this ravaging outfit always made her stand out even if she didn't mean to.
A thud broke her out of her thoughts. Zoro had been pushed back far enough that Sanji had managed to press her back to a wall and gazed at her questioningly.
“Out with it,” Sanji spoke lowly, but this far from the music, her every word was audible.
“What are you–” Zoro’s confusion was cut off as Sanji continued without letting her finish her question.
“Idiot, you haven't heard a single thing I've said.”
Zoro blinked at her, realising she really hadn't heard anything Sanji said while they were dancing.
She'd been too busy trying not to overtly react to the huffs of air exhaled from the cook’s mouth, tickling her neck and ear and warming her earrings up.
A double kill. Sanji didn't know just how sensitive Zoro’s ear and neck were, and Zoro didn't plan on letting her know any time soon.
Like this, pushed against the wall and pinned under the blonde woman’s sharp gaze, for the first time that night Zoro finally got a proper look at the other’s face.
Sanji’s hair bounced as she moved her head the tiniest fraction, no doubt having the dozens of products Zoro had seen her buy in it.
Her eyelid glittered in the dark from the sparkly eyeshadow Sanji must have applied, and the winged eyeliner sharpening the shape of her eye served to accentuate the glassy yet sleek gaze she wore. Her cheeks were tinted red, from the alcohol or makeup Zoro wasn’t sure.
Sanji’s lips…
Zoro had watched those lips change into so many different shapes and forms since they’d known each other. It was hard not to.
The cook was very expressive and especially so with her lips. They’d turn into pouts when she was denied something, and they’d also frown or turn upwards into a smirk whenever she went toe to toe with Zoro’s verbal battles.
Through all that, Sanji’s lips always had a coating of her signature lip gloss, a tangy scent mixed with cigarette smoke that Zoro had smelled multiple times when they’d gotten too close while arguing.
Zoro couldn’t think of a moment when the woman’s lips were never not shiny.
Right now, leaning so close their faces were almost touching, Sanji’s lips sported a deep, dark but glittering maroon matching her sparkly eyeshadow.
The lipstick made her already plush lips seem plumper, and Zoro had to remind herself that Sanji was berating her for not listening to what she’d said earlier.
Sanji’s lips puckered slightly, and Zoro lifted her eyes quickly to see the other giving her an expectant look as if waiting for an answer.
Unfortunately, Zoro had none.
Zoro didn't know Sanji was the type to attend raves. Had never even had an inkling about something like this from what she already knew of the cook.
Being in such a grimy establishment, dancing her heart out seemed beneath the cook to Zoro because she would always go on blabbering about some dish she'd perfected that had fancy names Zoro couldn't pronounce and was definitely served at those high-class restaurants the DJ was sure she would never step foot in.
Zoro watched the other sigh at her silence and lean in even closer, and before she could process what was happening, Sanji’s lips were pressed against her own.
A quick and chaste kiss!
The blonde had given her a quick peck on the lips, like she was asking another question with just her lips.
Zoro was stunned, staring at the other woman in shock at what she’d just done.
Surely this was just the alcohol… In what world did Sanji like her enough that she could consider kissing her?
Zoro lifted her hands to Sanji’s shoulders, squeezing them momentarily, then pushed her back slightly with a small frown on her own face.
“Curly, you’re drunk,” Zoro stressed, opting to ignore what had happened in favour of trying to sort the other in front of her.
“I’m not. Geez, how much more do I have to fucking do to you for it to sink into that damn moss brain of yours?”
Zoro wanted to retort because she refused to let Sanji get away with insulting her without adding her own bite back, but Sanji’s palms covered her hands, and she leaned in again, leaving only the tiniest bit of space between their faces.
“You know me. You know how I look when I’m really drunk,” Sanji’s tongue flicked out, wetting her lips before she continued. “Will you believe it if we fuck?”
It seemed less of a question directed to Zoro and more like the other woman wondering out loud.
Zoro had to believe Sanji now because Sanji’s words were right.
She knew that, when drunk, the blonde wouldn’t have a fraction of the composure she did now, slurring her words and stumbling around with blushed cheeks being tell-tale signs— of which she had none currently.
Zoro felt her face heat up at Sanji’s words and tried to avoid her gaze, but Sanji was so close in her space that wherever she tried to avert her own gaze to, she could still see the blonde looking back at her.
She met Sanji’s eye, staring into the wistful look directed back at her and, for once, acquiesced, leaning in forward to slot their lips together again as her answer.
Sanji placed her hands on the wall behind Zoro on either side of her head, pressing closer into the DJ’s body as they lapped at each other’s lips.
Zoro trailed her hands up from Sanji’s shoulders to plant one hand into blonde hair while the other attached itself to Sanji’s nape.
She pulled Sanji closer, mirroring her sentiment to meld their bodies together in the humid corner that had become their space entirely since they’d separated from the rest of the crowd.
“You really want to have sex with me, Curls?” Zoro panted out when she finally managed to get Sanji to part from her lips so they could both breathe again.
Her fingers framed the blonde’s face, and she could see herself reflected in Sanji’s eye. It blinked slowly— like it was trying to figure out what had just happened before Zoro saw Sanji’s gaze sharpen once again.
“Don’t you want to? You’ve been eyeing me like you do since I stepped in here,” Sanji’s tone was slightly hesitant, but she still refused to show doubt to Zoro even at this point.
“Like hell I have! You’re the one who’s been grinding on me half the night, and you kissed me first!” Zoro deflected Sanji’s observation, knowing she’d been caught even if she hadn’t realised it was the cook at first.
“Your place is near. Let's go,” Sanji finalised when they were heading towards their usual argumentative territory and away from what the kiss had established.
Sanji pulled Zoro’s hands off her face, her stomach fluttering at how they covered so much of her face, and tightly held her wrist as she moved towards the exit so they could finally get out.
A tug on her arm stopped her, and she turned her head to look at Zoro questioningly.
“My stuff…” Zoro pulled Sanji the other way, closer to the DJ table, with a sheepish look so she could pack her things, “It’s expensive.”
Taking her laptop, she saw the next DJ had arrived and taken over already. He gave her a teasing grin after seeing her face, and a thumbs-up followed.
Zoro gave him a confused look, and when he gestured to her face, she realised that she must have been a sight with lipstick smudged across her lips and the culprit hanging off her arm.
With her laptop secured and the bar promising to keep the rest of her equipment safe till the next morning, Zoro and Sanji finally left and headed towards Zoro’s apartment.
They were barely inside when Sanji pounced on Zoro again; sweet and bitter, tangy lips crashed onto Zoro’s chapped ones, and Zoro’s back closed the door shut with a thud.
Tongues licked and lapped at one another, exploring the warm depths of each other's mouths, and hands came up tugging at each other’s clothes needily.
Their shoes came off, neither wanting to break the kiss, so heels and boots piled in a messy heap at the entrance.
The pair staggered inside into the sparsely furnished place Zoro called hers and towards Zoro’s bedroom.
Sanji had been to the DJ’s place a few times and, lips still glued to each other’s faces, with both hands on Zoro’s waist, she directed them backwards, only letting one hand free to open the door.
The short trip to the bedroom found both the women in a state of undress. Sanji’s leopard-print top was thrown somewhere along the way, and the mesh blue bra that was hinted at from the low cut of the top was on full display now instead.
Zoro hastily pulled her own top off in the brief time they were parted and managed to unbuckle the studded belt looped around Sanji’s slim waist before she was pulled in to be consumed again.
They broke apart when Zoro felt her knees hit the foot of her bed and fell backwards. Sanji towered over her, a look on her face that Zoro couldn’t quite figure out but made her heart stutter.
Zoro looked up at the woman shining so brightly even in the darkness of her room and took hold of Sanji’s delicate hands in her own, urging her forward to share the bed and continue their makeout session.
Not wanting to deny Zoro, Sanji took the invitation and leaned closer into the other’s space once again.
She pushed Zoro back so that she moved up the bed while Sanji followed like a predator stalking her prey. Sanji was fully focused on the woman under her, crawling forward as Zoro moved back while wiggling out of her cargo pants, until Zoro’s head was just shy of hitting the headboard.
She took her seat upon Zoro’s thighs like she owned them, like it was a throne that begged for the blonde’s attention.
Large hands came up to Sanji’s cheeks again. Sanji chuckled as Zoro’s actions requested another kiss, finding the woman unexpectedly adorable. Indulging the woman again, Sanji leaned down to press her lips against the other’s once more.
Zoro felt a clawing inside her chest when their lips melded together.
Was this just a one-time thing? Would she have to ignore everything that happened between them after the night was over?
She didn't want Sanji to leave the coming morning. She didn't want to go back to just bickering like they always did. At least not without knowing more about what Sanji thought of all this.
Feeling a wave of emotions barrage her, Zoro deftly switched their positions so that the blonde was caged under her, between her body and the bed.
Like this, Sanji was encompassed by Zoro’s bulkier frame hovering above her and muscled arms on both sides trapped her under a burning gaze.
“So needy you’re whining just from kissing,” Sanji broke Zoro out of her thoughts again.
“Pssh, not whining,” Zoro clicked her tongue, and her lips formed a pout as she tried to deny that a sound had come out of her.
She hadn't even realised she'd made a sound until Sanji pointed it out, and she sure as hell wasn't going to admit to Sanji herself that kissing her had made her whine.
“You’re wet too,” Sanji’s eye travelled down Zoro’s figure, ogling the massive breasts that hung from her body for a moment before carrying on and landing on the steadily growing wet patch on Zoro’s boxers.
Zoro ignored Sanji’s words in favour of kneeling on the bed and pulled the tight denim shorts off Sanji’s long legs so that they were both in just their underwear.
Sanji wore a matching set, the panties made of a blue mesh fabric paired with her lace bra, and Zoro swore she’d never seen anyone more beautiful than the woman above her right now.
The cook’s blush spread down her cheeks to her neck and went as far as colouring the start of her cleavage a faint red, showing just how affected she’d been even if she was still acting cocky.
Zoro was sure it continued beneath the mesh holding and hiding Sanji’s perky breasts from her view and mentally made a note to make sure to take the bra off later.
She felt herself get wetter at the sight of the cook’s long legs bent where she held them, and the long blonde hair splayed around her head creating a halo effect.
Sanji’s panties were a dark blue from the slick that collected there and smeared out of the edges onto her thighs, making her thighs glisten. For all her taunting, Sanji wasn’t faring any better than Zoro.
Zoro licked her lips as she grinned up at Sanji, who’d turned her face away to look away from Zoro’s smug expression.
She placed the toned thighs on her own to free her hands now that the shorts were out of the way and gently pressed the blunt tip of her finger to the wet seam lining the panties.
The contrast between the creamy expanse of skin and her own bronze, tanned thighs urged Zoro to leave marks on the other woman. She wanted Sanji to remember what they’d done even days after.
A gasp escaped Sanji’s lips when one of Zoro’s hands pressed firmly into her thigh, sure to leave a bruise, and the other circled the junction where fabric met skin, teasing as it moved inwards towards where it was most sensitive.
Sanji squeezed Zoro’s thighs with her own.
“Stop teasing, Marimo,” she said with a strained voice.
Sanji smirked and flipped Zoro over so that Zoro’s thighs perched over hers and all but ripped the green underwear off chiselled legs.
Her patience had run out, and the mosshead was moving too slow for her liking.
Zoro didn’t look like she was planning to move things along anytime soon, so Sanji took it into her own hands to get started. Make sure Zoro got the message on how Sanji wanted her to do it next time.
A groan of confusion came from Zoro, and her eyebrows crinkled as she looked at the blonde questioningly.
The women Zoro slept with were usually delicate and wanted it gently, expecting Zoro to fuck them nice and slow. Zoro had gotten used to leading, so when Sanji instantly broke all her expectations on how this might turn out, she was turned on beyond belief.
She felt herself get wetter at Sanji’s rough handling and found herself squeezing her core, surprised by just how much she liked being roughed up. She filed the thought away for later and focused on the woman above her gazing at her predatorily.
Not wanting to disturb whatever the cook had planned, Zoro lay obediently in Sanji’s hold instead of trying to provoke her and break away. She was intrigued by what Sanji might do.
Sanji pulled Zoro’s legs higher onto her shoulders and descended down between them like Zoro’s cunt was the last meal she was served.
Zoro was abruptly caught off guard, and fuck, she’d be damned if Sanji decided she wanted to stop soon.
Her hands flew to the blonde strands of hair spread over her thighs and torso and dug her fingers in Sanji’s scalp, gripping the hair like it was a lifeline. Zoro moaned loudly when Sanji’s tongue met her folds, going from one end to the other, and her clit was nudged with Sanji’s nose every time she came near it.
Sanji’s hands kept Zoro’s thighs open wide, refusing to let her close them and squeezed the fleshy muscle bulging out of her palms whenever they tried to get closer.
Zoro’s legs clamped around the cook’s back, her heels digging in when she spasmed from each prod at her clit.
She felt like she was getting eaten out for the first time all over again with how reactive she was to each of Sanji’s ministrations. Sanji’s tongue flicked up and down, lapped at the juices spilling out and dove in even further under the folds where it was especially sensitive.
The cook teased the edge of her slit, her tongue just barely dipping in before retreating again and sucked over it, creating a suction over Zoro’s hole just to void her of any contact the next second.
Zoro tried to position herself so that Sanji’s tongue would once and for all slip in, but every time, the cook would pull away just as Zoro felt like she’d finally succeeded.
“Stop messing around, shitty cook!” Zoro demanded when her frustration peaked.
She needed Sanji to stick her tongue inside and eat her out till she couldn't feel her legs, but instead Sanji was making her teeter on the edge of release before pulling back and denying her.
Zoro’s body was a toy under Sanji’s hands. The cook squeezed the plush muscles periodically, then trailed her dexterous fingers inwards towards Zoro’s folds. They traced the length of her cunt, feather-light touches skimming over her swollen, throbbing nub needing more but never dipped further into Zoro’s hole like Zoro wanted.
Zoro tugged Sanji’s hair, wanting the woman to give some attention to her neglected clit that she’d very purposefully been skipping over. Her heels thudded on Sanji’s back, and the low groans coming from the back of her throat were begging Sanji to move on.
Sanji pressed a few more licks before finally pulling up for air. Zoro saw her come up with slick dripping down her chin, her face beaming with the widest and stupidest grin she'd ever seen on the cook’s face.
Zoro had a teasing remark for Sanji on the tip of her tongue, but before she could open her mouth and annoy the other woman, Sanji’s eye glinted darkly, pupil dilated so much that it covered almost all of the blue of her iris.
The look made Zoro retract her words before they'd even left her mouth, a feeling that if she riled Sanji up too much she might not get more than what she was given.
Two of Sanji’s fingers dipped inside Zoro slowly. The pads of her fingertips brushed against the walls carefully but however gentle Sanji was, the cold of her rings made Zoro clamp around her digits tightly.
Any thoughts Zoro had disappeared instantly. The only thing left in her head was a repetition of Sanji's name and the need for Sanji to press closer to her.
Zoro pulled Sanji's head again, bodily dragging the blonde up from where she knelt between Zoro’s legs, and wrapped her arms around Sanji’s shoulders, burying her face in the crook of her neck.
Sanji stilled for a moment, trying to figure out if Zoro was ok. Zoro was gripping her so tight that Sanji felt herself being crushed between those massive arms. She felt Zoro trembling too. She’d barely done anything and yet Zoro clung to her like she'd drown if she didn't hold Sanji in a death grip.
A low whimper paired with a keep going gave Sanji all the confirmation she needed.
She ran her free hand through short, croppy green hair and gave it a firm tug, pulling Zoro’s face away from her neck.
Zoro looked thoroughly fucked out. Her eyes were glassy, tears threatening to spill over, and her lips, red and swollen, matched the furious flush of colour on her face, as well as hints of Sanji’s lipstick adding to the shades of red on Zoro’s face.
Sanji pressed their lips together again, letting Zoro taste herself when their tongues met and rolled against each other.
A high keen left Zoro’s mouth only to be drunk down by Sanji’s own. The noise egged the blonde on to keep toying with the woman under her, and she felt Zoro eventually start to relax under her as they kept on devouring each other.
Zoro felt fingers trace up her torso, the touch so light it was almost ticklish. Goosebumps rose on her skin as Sanji’s fingers made patterns she couldn’t pay attention to because of fingers probing her insides.
Zoro’s nails dug into Sanji’s shoulders and, feeling a nail circle her nipple, she opened her eyes that she hadn't realised she’d closed.
Each of Sanji’s touches made Zoro’s skin tingle, and seeing the burning gaze Sanji looked at her with made Zoro feel even hotter, trapped under her.
Sanji grabbed a handful of her boob and squeezed.
Zoro hadn’t given any thought to holding back the noises she’d been making. They would flow off her tongue and were instantly swallowed by Sanji. But as they broke apart to finally breathe again, Zoro realised just how loud she’d been when Sanji’s lips weren’t drinking down and muffling her sounds, instead echoing around in her room.
Embarrassment grew in her, but Zoro had no time to wallow in it because Sanji’s hand was playing with her boob and another finger had slipped inside her when she’d momentarily relaxed.
Three of Sanji’s well-maintained fingers were inside her. Pumping in then out. In again, then spreading out to stretch Zoro open a little more before curling to prod for that sweet spot before retreating again.
Zoro only had half a mind to pay attention to it because the cook had lowered her face again, this time so that her mouth hovered over a brown nipple.
She watched perfect lips pucker slightly before Sanji gently blew on it. Immediately after, the aching bud was engulfed in Sanji’s mouth.
Sanji's mouth was warm, and her tongue laved over her nipple, her teeth briefly brushing against it. Her tongue and teeth switched between roving over and pulling the sensitive nipple, Sanji’s teeth putting pressure as she tugged, then her tongue lapped at the sore flesh as if it was trying to soothe it from the rough treatment.
Zoro hadn't known her nipples were this sensitive. She'd tried it out a few times herself, but it never felt like this, and she'd thought that maybe she just wasn't one to have much feeling in them.
“Sanji!”
Sanji gave Zoro a smug grin, looking like the cat that had gotten its cream. Zoro’s slick still covered Sanji's lips and chin. The way she moved her teeth and tongue was sloppy; it seemed like Sanji was trying to paint a picture with Zoro’s arousal.
The cook flashed glinting eyes at her again.
Before Zoro could figure out what the look meant, her back arched and her eyes shut tight. Her grip on the cook’s hair tightened, and her chest heaved roughly and yet Sanji’s mouth wouldn't let go of the nipple.
Sanji had hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard as if she was trying to pull something from within Zoro’s chest.
Zoro’s vision whited out briefly before spots of colour returned her sight. Her breathing was ragged, and all her muscles were lax, and still, the tongue continued to abuse her poor nipple while her fingers pumped in and out and finally thumbed at her neglected clit, unsatisfied with the explosive reaction Zoro had given her.
Whatever it was Sanji wanted from Zoro, Zoro thought she'd successfully pried it out.
By now Zoro was mewling, entirely uncaring of what sounds left her or how embarrassing they sounded.
Sanji had, in Zoro’s opinion, sucked her soul out, and yet she didn't look like she planned on stopping any time soon.
Zoro could only lie there taking what Sanji gave her. Her brain fried, thoughts hard to form and wanting more of anything and everything Sanji offered her.
She heard a chuckle and opened her eyes—
When did she close them?—
A kiss, an apology, to the dark, swollen bud, “So sensitive, you came from just that,” and Sanji pulled off her chest entirely.
Zoro frowned…
Sanji was leaving. Why was Sanji leaving? Were they done with…
Her mind was trying to figure out why Sanji was leaving and, more importantly, how to stop Sanji from leaving, but forming thoughts was so hard.
Zoro was still coming down. She hadn't realised just how shattering her orgasm was, and her mind was still foggy, her muscles and limbs not responding as quickly as she would have liked.
Her body trembled slightly, trying to calm down from the intense pleasure she'd felt. Sweat beaded all over her body, and her chest rose and fell quickly as her breathing matched the racing thoughts in her head.
Stop Sanji. She needed to stop Sanji.
Zoro fought her body’s refusal to cooperate, managing to grab weakly at the cook’s wrist.
“Stay.”
Sanji gave her a look. Zoro didn't know what it meant, but it stopped Sanji from moving off her bed, and Zoro was content enough with that.
“I'm not going anywhere, but we need to clean up, you silly mosshead.”
Sanji found the woman so endearing in the afterglow of her orgasm. Zoro's lips were in a pout, and she clung to her while trying to fight the sleep that Sanji could see threatened to take over any moment just to keep her by her side.
Zoro basked in the praise of the soft kiss Sanji rewarded her with.
“Not now,” she murmured against Sanji’s lips.
Sanji told her she wasn't leaving, and Zoro didn't care about anything else once the cook confirmed she was staying.
Zoro pulled Sanji down, her body starting to listen to her again, and pressed herself into the divot of the blonde’s collarbones, nuzzling the underside of Sanji’s neck.
Everything else could be done later. Sanji was by her side, peppering kisses all over her face while she embraced Zoro in a tight hug. She was well on her way to dreamland with the tender affection Sanji showered her with.
Shortly after, Zoro woke from her nap to one of the cook’s hands threading through her short hair and realised that her own arm had effectively trapped Sanji in her grasp.
The nap had helped, and her memory of what happened was slowly returning. She sat upright and looked back at Sanji sheepishly.
“Do you want me to eat you out too?”
Sanji was a sight to behold lying in Zoro’s bed like that. Her hair spread out in waves under her, and her makeup was all messed up. Neither her bra nor her panties had succeeded in fully coming off, but the cute little tits Sanji carried peeked out and were held by the top of her bra.
Zoro thought the dishevelled look made Sanji look more erotic than any of those lingerie models she’d seen in magazines before.
A mellow hum and the bounce of blonde hair when Sanji shook her head as she pushed up onto her elbows brought Zoro back from her thoughts. “You’re not the only one who had fun. ‘S fine, you can do it next time.”
The words repeated in Zoro’s head. Next time… That meant Sanji wanted to do this again. She’d get another chance with Sanji!
The cook shuffled closer, mirroring Zoro’s kneeling, and pressed her firm fingers to Zoro’s chest. She swiped her fingers down the valley of Zoro’s cleavage, then brought them up, holding them right in front of Zoro’s face before they disappeared behind her lips.
“I’d be a fool to miss out on something right in my face,” Sanji said around the fingers in her mouth. She made eye contact, then pointedly stared at Zoro’s chest.
Zoro’s eyes followed Sanji’s, and she looked down at her own chest. It finally clicked when she saw the red pooling on her skin and heard a sniff from the woman opposite her.
Zoro felt her cheeks grow hotter, and she was sure a blush was spreading across her face again. The idea that Sanji had enjoyed herself so much she’d had her signature nosebleed all over Zoro sent a rush to her head.
She’d never expected to be the subject of one of Sanji’s nosebleeds. She looked back at the cook, eyes sweeping from her ruffled hair down to the bra straps hanging off her shoulders precariously and finally down to where a trail of fine blonde hair hid behind the blue panties that Sanji was still unfortunately wearing.
Oh… A longer look at the underwear and Zoro could see it was completely drenched. Sanji’s thighs shone, a layer of her own pleasure coating the pale skin. Zoro lifted her gaze back up to Sanji’s face, a little surprised.
Sanji moved, pulling off the underwear, and the strand of slick that connected her sex to the underwear felt a little too intimate for Zoro to see.
The underwear dropped onto Zoro’s thighs unceremoniously.
“Pervert cook just what the hell–”
Sanji tilted her head a little and gave Zoro a small smirk, “A gift. You can keep it till next time.”
Zoro watched Sanji reach for a piece of cloth— Zoro’s boxers— still on the bed and briskly wipe the excess fluid off her skin. “You kept mumbling about how pretty it is and how you wanted it in your sleep.”
Zoro couldn't defend herself at that. She couldn’t possibly know what exactly she’d said when her head was all floaty, and Sanji had been such a warm and comforting presence holding her while she drifted off to sleep.
Her fingers twitched, but she resisted the temptation to reach out for the panties instead, refocusing her attention on Sanji.
“So… we’re doing this again?” Zoro asked, trying not to sound so desperate or hopeful for anything.
“Yes,” Sanji huffed a defeated sigh, then, “and before you say anything more stupid… Yes, I want more than that too. We’re at the very least going on a date to figure this out.”