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Sanji watched as Usopp broke his focus on telling his story (over exaggerated lie) to lean over his shoulder and stare. Sanji followed his gaze to.... A door that was slowly closing behind itself.
"Zoro went through there." Usopp supplied.
"What?" Sanji turned around completely in the booth to look around the grimey bar they'd all settled on earlier. He didn't see Zoro anywhere, that's for sure. Wasn't he just at the bar heckling someone for a free drink? "Through the emergency exit?"
Usopp shrugged. "Yeah. I think he was following some guy."
"Who was following a guy?"
Nami came up with a wad of cash in one hand and a cold beer in the other. Luffy was trailing behind her, gazing at three loose bills as if they were pieces of meat.
"Zoro." Both said in unison.
"Oh." Sanji stood aside so Nami could slide into the booth. Usopp grumbled as Luffy climbed over him to get in. Then Luffy proceeded to snag his plate of wings and began inhaling it, bones and all, like the enigma he is.
"'Oh?'" Usopp repeated. "The guy who got lost on his way to the bathroom on the SHIP just THIS MORNING just left us all behind, and all you have to say is OH?"
"Hey don't talk to Nami like that!" Sanji began to chide, only to be intercepted by the ginger herself.
"You're right, Usopp! Sanji. Go chase after his brain dead ass."
Sanji's mouth fell agape for a second. Then it closed with a resounding click. He straightened his posture with a gentlemanly smile and nodded, coming to a stand only to dip into a bow. "Of course! My lovely Nami-Swan, anything for you, my sweet!"
Usopp rolled his eyes even before the blonde had scurried off in the same direction Zoro had gone moments before.
"By the way," Usopp leaned forward, chin in palm. "Where'd you get all the cash?"
Nami giggled. "Well it turns out, our captain is really good at pool..."
Remaining eyes turned on Luffy, surprise and genuine praise.
Luffy, with his face covered in barbecue sauce, grinned and cackled. "Shishi, I had no idea what I was doing! But Nami promised me meat money so I don't care!"
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The outside breeze was chilly compared to the warm stillness inside. The bar was alive with the sound of friends and passerbys alike, all having a merry time, presumably after work hours.
They docked here to restock, since someone decided to eat all the groceries they had left with from Cocoyashi. They were at least six days away from Loguetown, they needed at least a small horde of supplies to get through the short trip. So Nami, with all her intelligence and beauty, found this small village within their original path and mercifully offered to pay for their dinner for the night and later their breakfast.
.....given they all pay her back with added interest of course.
So with food and booze in the mix, why the hell would that damned mosshead just get up and leave?
Sanji still doesn't know these people all too much. He's only been sailing with them for a couple weeks now, but already he's formed some thoughts on them all.
Nami, of course, is a very talented, beautiful goddess. No flaws that he would dare utter. He admires her not just for her beauty, but her brain as well. Where he lacks in list making and budgeting, she excels. They've already sat together on more than one occasion to figure out a good way to organize what stock they need. And what was more important than the other.
Luffy was his captain. And by default he respects his captain. But also his captain is fucking stupid. He ate an entire bag of flour and still didn't know he threw up! He lacks impulse control. He's loud. He's ANNOYING. He's—goddammit he's fun to be around. He's a challenge and he likes challenges. He's a dreamer and he's so disgustingly optimistic it infects everyone around him.
Usopp is nice guy. Lies a lot, but knowing his past (the true bits), it's no wonder that he does. Overcompensating for mountains and mountains of obvious abandonment issues. Pretty sure the guy has some kind of anxiety disorder, or maybe OCD. Maybe both. He's a regular guy that for some reason really wanted to get tangled up in their already messy adventure. Sanji half hopes the guy decides to leave and go off and be a.. fuckin shoe cobbler or.... Something better than a criminal. He's nice. He's sweet. Under all those lies is a great friend. He'd hate to see him lose all that charm.
And Zoro.... Something just triggered inside Sanji the first time he saw the brute. The way he leaned back in his chair. The way he talked to Nami. Hell, the way he carried himself like he was the big dick on campus. The cock of the walk. Fucking ridiculous. The bickering started the morning after Arlong was defeated. Zoro very clearly had a hangover. Sanji kindly offered to help him out, only to be told to fuck off, tacking on the now common nickname "waiter".
Tch, waiter. A fucking insult to his years of training. It's bad enough he was forced into the position due to low staffing, but that doesn't mean he is a waiter. Not that he looks down on the profession, but the way Zoro had said it made his blood boil, his chest flutter, his teeth grind with—flutter?
Sanji shook the thought away. He made it out of the exit door and found himself in the back of the bar. Two brick walls facing one another. A rancid dumpster to his left and to his right, a pool of dark shadow cast over the rest of the alley. He couldn't see a thing down there. The light above the door combined with the street lamp sitting at the lip of the alley, it didn't reach all the way. And he didn't think of it—not until he heard a sound.
A voice, more rather.
A low growl that sounded like a moan quickly followed by a desperate curse. So feeling curious, definitely not perverse or creepy, Sanji took a cigarette out and lit it, hoping he could use it as an innocent disguise if caught peeking.
What was he even hoping to see? Well a woman of course. Maybe in a mini skirt with nothing left to the imagination. Or just flat out topless. Even with a man attached, he hoped he gets to see her get fucked out in the wide open air. Her legs spread open wide, her own slick running down her thigh. Are the pictures really true? His magazines of nameless women, the way they spread their folds and expose themselves. Their fingers glisining after fucking and cumming on them. Fuck, he's getting hard just thinking about it.
He gets closer, taking each step slow and quiet. Then he sees them. At the very edge of the darkness, two figures. One standing, the other on her knees. The sounds of sex also become clearer. Low masculine moans just loud enough to hear. Muffled moans mixed with the occasional obscene choke.
Sanji's cock twitched with interest. He's read about blow jobs. In his smut books, they were always described to be sexy. To be earth shattering. Incredible. A pretty wet mouth around his cock, though only if the lady wants it. And he wouldn't go hard. He wouldn't move or push her to go deeper. He'd let her take the reigns and do whatever she wanted. He likes the idea of her doing it with red lipstick, so when she swallows him down to the base he's left with a beautiful stain to remember their time by.
He squinted his eyes, taking an exhale of smoke. The shadows adjusted and soon he could make out a head bobbing. As if she were starving, she moved rather fast, harsh, sloppy. No wonder the guy above her was losing it, that seemed fucking hot.
"Okay, okay, stop, fuck stop," The guy desperately pushed away. "Damn. You weren't kidding. You are good with your mouth. Alright, turn around. Pants down, baby, let me see that pretty cunt."
The entire time, Sanji had stuck close to the wall. He pressed himself closer, hoping he wouldn't be noticed. He also hoped they would maybe step closer into the light, however dim it was back here.
But that didn't happen, much to Sanji's dismay.
Instead, they changed positions. Simple as that. She faced the wall, bracing against it with her palms after dropping her drawers. She stuck her bare ass out, of which the man grabbed her hip with one hand and himself with the other. He positioned his dick right in front of her no doubt dripping pussy and thrusted right in there in one go. Eliciting the most delicious moan he's ever heard in his entire life.
And just like that, they took off. Skin against skin, loud and fast. Barely held back moans, encouraging curses to keep going, yes, right there, fuck me there, yes.
Fuck. He's so hard. It fucking hurts. Well, might as well join them, right?
Sanji, with the utmost skill, unzipped as quiet as possible and pulled himself out with one hand. He licked his palm and grabbed himself, swallowing back every sound that wanted to escape his throat. He took a drag and began to stroke with abandon, not caring to go slow and savor this, only wanting to match their pace and pretend he was the guy fucking the girl.
"You're so fucking tight, sweetheart," He cooed. "Could fuck this pussy forever."
"Don't call me swee—AH!" She yelled as he pulled out only to whip her around and pick her up. In response, her legs wrapped around his waist and she sunk back down onto his cock.
Somehow they inched into the light. He could make out the guy as a large burly brunette. Over his shoulder, a short spike of green lay, arms wrapped around his neck, hands balling into his long hair tied up into a bun that was becoming messier and looser by the second.
Sanji finished his cigarette and tossed it aside. His hips jerked, meeting his hand in time with his thrusts. He rubbed his own chest through his clothes, feeling his pert nipples through the layers. He pumped faster, getting closer and closer, tiptoeing on that line to orgasmic explosion.
"I'm cumming, oh fuck, I'm cumming!" That's strange. That wasn't the guy speaking, was it? Too gruff to be the girl's.
"Me, too, sweetheart, me too. Cum together?" There he is.
"Inside! Oh god, fill me up with your cum, please." What happened to the beautiful, lady-like moans? Who was this gruff, somewhat familiar voice?
Whatever, Sanji thought. She obviously had a pussy. Who cares if her voice wasn't sweet like honey like he originally thought. He kept his hand going, focusing more on the head to steadfast his release so he could leave before they noticed him.
"Love the way your cock stretches my pussy. Keeping going. Mmh. Yes, yes, YEEES! Fffuuuuuuck—"
Though his hand stopped, he couldn't pause. As ropes and ropes of his hot release fell into the patchy dirt at his feet, he made eye contact with none other than the mosshead himself.
So that's where he'd wandered off to....