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sashi-ya · 3 years ago

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~ 🌸 Cherry Blossoms Over Wano Event 🌸 ~

NSFW ~ Roronoa Zoro x Sanji ~ Under The Cape of O'Soba Mask

Tw: absolute sweet lovemaking. Anal. Kisses and confessions. ZoSan. Based on feeling your lover with all senses besides visual.

Wc: 4K (ups)

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My dear anon, I need to thank u for requesting this. I wish I knew who you are, thank u. Now pls enjoy this story I wrote with all my heart! 💕 ~

The request was:

Anonymous asked: Hello Sashi! Can I request my adorable Zoro and Sanji for the prompt under the cape of Soba mask? Please make it NSFW, you can pick any kinks you want. Thank you 💚

The night before the Onigashima raid felt a little bit heavy for all of them who were getting ready to face a Yonko in his own territory, against an unknown number of beasts.

Some preferred to sleep, others to eat and sleep, others to prepare the emergency equipment. But the Strawhats were a little different…

Luffy, the captain, needed food. Huge amounts of it. Sanji, the one in charge of feeding his insatiable appetite prepared nutritional edibles nonstop during most of the night. Only when Luffy fell asleep -still chewing some meat- he got the chance to get some rest.

The blonde cook decided to spend some time outside the kitchen, and since Franky was too occupied adding some more enforcements to the deck of the Thousand Sunny Go, he went down to the coast.

A bonfire was still burning, while Chopper and Usopp laughed at the stories of “Sogeking” while Brook drank tea observing the youngsters with a sweet loving smile. As for the girls, including Carrot, they were already getting ready to rest for the big day. Much to Sanji’s regret, the young ladies were going to risk their lives at the battlefield, too.

The cook sighed and found a perfect place to rest closer to the bonfire. His strong legs crossed, and his head rested over a few wooden boxes. The yellow kimono he was wearing, got slightly open and with that he could feel how that devil object slightly slipped out of his pockets.

The cold black can with a swirl and the number 3 printed on it, represents to Sanji the painful events of his early - and not so early- memories. He looked at it with disgusted expression, wishing he could crush it with a stomp.

But for some reason, he still hadn’t done it.

His eyes slowly close, as his eyelids get heavy, and his muscles feel tired. Sanji knew that when he held the Germa suit in his hands, his body felt sore and exhausted. But what he suffered the most, was the many hellish memories his mind repeated on and on from his childhood at the castle.

The sudden -and menacing- presence of his nakama, however, made him open his eyes in a matter of seconds. He watched Zoro pass with a serious -extra serious- frown next to him wielding that new powerful katana princess Hiyori gave it to him.

“Ngh… where are you going?” Sanji asked, as always, acting cold but worried.

“Huh? I need to break this one in” Zoro answered, showing him the sharp edge of Enma, with a troubled expression.

Sanji sighed, exhaling the smoke of his cigarette and after the puff dissipates he tells him not to get lost. Yet, he knew that Zoro would probably get lost for sure if he didn’t keep an eye on him and where he was going -at least from a far-.

The blond waited for the samurai to walk a little further, and then stood up. Stealthy, he followed him into the little forest that followed the coast. Zoro didn’t stop looking at his reflection on the edge of Enma without, of course, paying attention to where he was going.

The moon shined so bright that night, so, so bright. There was no need to use any other source of light to illuminate the path and even the thick branches of tall trees weren’t enough to block its light, whatsoever.

Sanji followed Zoro, attracted like a moth to the light until the swordsman decided to suddenly stop. He inspected the sword he held in his calloused hands.

Hidden behind a tree, at a considerable distance, Sanji witnessed Zoro and all of his actions in total silence.

“What are you doing, marimo? Always so into those sharp objects… that and booze. I wonder if you have anything else inside that moss per brain you have” Sanji thought, chuckling in silence and found himself smiling kindly to his friend.

But the smile soon went away, and Sanji’s sea blue eyes, became sad. “ I wish I was brave enough to tell you…” Yet, his train of thoughts and the misery of keeping a secret to his friend were instantly cut by a sudden painful grunt.

Sanji looked closely, and saw Zoro’s arm black, yet thinner. Just like the day he used for the first time -and almost cut him- Enma. That blade was sucking not only Zoro’s Haki but also his whole life out of him. Yet, the swordsman was absolutely infatuated with taming the damn katana, he would risk his own vitality to do so.

His arm ranged into his normal muscular one to thin up to the bone several times, he walked backwards many times, but never, fell back. He was strong, and Sanji couldn’t help but fix his gaze into the expressions he was making.

Since the very first time they met, the cook had, what himself named, a problem. Sanji was able to remember every single expression, sound, and scent of Zoro. He would recognize him before entering the kitchen by the sound of his boots, and he could also know if he was or not sleeping on his cot by just focusing on the scent of his skin.

At first he thought it was just a matter of getting used to the person you see every day, but soon he noticed it wasn’t the same with the others who did actually live with him, just like Zoro. Not even Nami’s perfume was so clear to him, like Zoro one was. He remembered the way he walked, even the way a dimple formed on the left corner of his lip when he smiled. He also had memorized the number of stitches his chest scar had…and the list goes on.

"Behave, Enma!!" Zoro grunted, his knees had hit the ground seconds before and he was clearly having a hard time to stop the blade sucking his power.

And so Sanji became desperate. Never had he ever seen Zoro on his knees, not even before Mihawk when he bravely took a deep cut ready to be killed.

And so desperate he was, he had to do something…

"At least be useful for this, shitty suit" he whispered and placed the can over his belly to allow the transformation to occur.

Three were the numbers of swirls the can take to unleash its power and cover Sanji in total black, including the mask that concealed half of his face.

But of course, if Zoro knew he was helping him, that would be devastating for him. So Sanji chose to use the characteristic power of Stealth Black… invisibility.

He needed to make Zoro let go of the katana, so it would stop sucking the little life he had left. And so that was the plan he tried to execute. The scientific power of Germa Kingdom had managed to make Sanji’s whole body and cape reflect the surroundings making him invisible to the eyes… But not to a well-trained observation Haki. Just like Zoro had.

In any case, the only thing Sanji had to do was kick the katana and run away as fast as he could with his rocket shoes.

He felt a little weird, not bad, weird. But none of that mattered since Zoro was suffering.

The samurai who by then was almost about to pass out, felt like something or someone was closer to him. He had become incredibly skilled and strong that almost on the verge of death he was able to use his Haki. Or so that’s what he thought, because observation Haki wasn’t showing him any vision, but instead, he felt a presence with just his heart.

His left hand felt Enma being ripped from it by a sudden… kick. The Katana fell into the ground, and Zoro instantly recovered the size of his muscles. Yet, his right hand had now something he couldn't see, grabbed.

Sanji tried to let go, but for some reason his body didn't want to comply. He wanted to be held by that man, and perhaps he thought that he could use some of his touch if he couldn't see who he was.

But Zoro knew. As Sanji, Zoro was able to recognize Sanji even if he was absolutely blind.

And that leg was Sanji’s leg, it was now clear.

"Why?" Zoro asked, panting but clearly mad.

Sanji remained in total silence, honoring his original name "Stealth Black".

"I asked you a question, why?" Zoro urged, squeezing the cook's leg up, almost up until his thigh.

Sanji squirmed, softly, the touch of such a huge hand over his inner thigh was arousing.

"Sanji" Zoro finally said, allowing Sanji to finally hear his name, after all these years, pronounced by him. The blonde stiffened to the melody of Zoro’s husky voice, a shiver runs through his back and ends just in her nape.

“I’ve never seen you wearing that thing, but Usopp told me you can be invisible” Zoro mumbled, squeezing Sanji's strong leg’s muscles more and more. The blond knew he could kick him and go, but he instead couldn't move. The exoskeleton that their family brags about wasn’t activated at all, and the way Zoro’s fingers buried on his legs could be felt by him entirely.

A little drop of blood fell into the ground next to them, and Sanji’s image revealed in sudden and quick lapses of glitching. “Stop it already, I know it’s you. You are bleeding, stop it” Zoro told him, slowly letting him go.

Sanji finally showed himself, he deactivated the invisibility skill and looked down at Zoro who was still kneeling on the ground. He was acting like nothing happened, but his accelerated breathing told otherwise.

"You idiot Marimo, what would have happened if I didn't save your ass?" Sanji scolded him, while never taking the now blood stained mask off.

"Don't come at me like that, from where and why you were watching me? That shitty thing couldn't be visualized by my Haki, what the hell is that super suit?" Zoro grunted, trying to stand up.

Sanji blinked. If he didn’t see him with Haki, what was then? Did Zoro have a special ability he didn't have?

"Oi, how did you find out it was me and caught my leg?" Sanji asked, really intrigued.

"I don't know, I guess it was your presence and perfum…" he stopped his sentence. Zoro was both impressed and ashamed. He recognized the swirly brows by his smell?

Both fixed their sights at each other. None of them was brave enough to speak or even start a fight. Zoro was waiting for Sanji to make fun of him, or even kick him in the face, but he didn't. Sanji was waiting for Zoro to attack him, but he also didn't. They just froze in place, minds absolutely empty, bathed by the moonshine over them.

Sanji knelt in front of Zoro and took his bloody mask off. He was bleeding since he felt Zoro's hand on his tight, and his nose and lips were absolutely covered in the crimson vital fluid.

"A… are you ok, cook?" Zoro was the first to speak, worried because of his friend losing too much blood. He thought the suit was making him bleed like that… but it wasn't the case.

"I am… just feeling a little bit weird" Sanji said, licking the top part of his cupid's bow.

Zoro, who has a special weakness for the ferrous taste of blood, couldn't help but use his thumb to wipe the rest of it out of Sanji's right commissure and take it to his mouth. It didn’t taste acrid, but it was indeed so sweet. A delightful treat, as delicious as the gourmet creations of the cook.

Sanji gasped and Zoro’s reaction, he followed every single movement he executed, and enjoyed the slight touch over his lips, to the way the swordsman’s eye closed in delight as he tasted his blood.

And Sanji, Sanji couldn’t take it anymore…

His gloved hands reached Zoro’s cheeks and brought him towards him. He planted the quickest, yet needy, peck over the samurai’s lips. He risked it all, but he couldn’t take it anymore.

They looked at each other, Zoro’s lips covered in red from Sanji’s blood. Sanji's mouth slightly open. The sound of their accelerated breathing could be heard all around the woodland. Dilated pupils, steel iris stuck into an all blue eye, a soft breeze caressing their cheeks.

Sanji’s eyes become glossy. He was sure Zoro was about to slice his head off, and he wouldn’t oppose it. Zoro hates him, Zoro hates him… Zoro hates me…. Zoro…

Calloused hands grabbed Sanji’s red scarf around his neck and pulled him closer to his mouth. Zoro kissed him with such violence and passion, Sanji felt weak.

He could feel his heart pumping blood at levels he never experienced before. He thought that the way his heart beat when he saw a woman naked was the fastest it could ever go, but right there he learned it wasn’t.

Zoro passed his right hand through Sanji’s nape, tangling his fingers around his golden locks. He pulled his head back, allowing the blond to take a gasp of air before kissing him over and over and over. He kissed, he bit, he licked Sanji’s lips clean. Like if he was strayed in the desert and Sanji was the only source of water, Zoro drank it all of him.

“Sanji!!!!” “Zorooo?!!!”

The sudden distant calling of their friends made them stop, or at least Sanji did. Zoro was possessed, enjoying the so needy lips of his enemy.

“Marimo… Ma… marimo” Sanji pushed him back a little. “They are looking for us”.

The samurai, annoyed, gave the cook a last lick over his lips and then proceeded to speak. “Then, cover us with that cape. Doesn’t that thing make you invisible?”. For the very first time in ages, Sanji acknowledged Zoro for having a wonderful clever idea. “I really don’t know if this is gonna work, but let’s try… come closer” he said, and covered Zoro and himself under the warm embrace of an instrument of pure suffering that somehow has now turned into a love refuge. Sanji sat over Zoro’s lap, crossing his legs around the muscular waist of his friend.

In just a second their images fused with the ambient, as if they weren’t there. Zoro reached for Sanji’s face once more, but the blond asked him to stop. “Wait until they see we are not here”

Of course, Zoro wouldn’t stop, and instead his hands groped blindly for Sanji’s tiny waist. The cook squirmed under his touch, just a single hand over his body could make him weak, weak, and even more needy.

The waiting for their friends’ voices to ward off felt eternal, and the way Zoro rested his face over Sanji’s shoulder, breathing warmly next to his neck, felt like a torture. And not even mention how Zoro was resisting the urge to bury himself into the blonde prince, feeling how Sanji was sitting over his growing sex.

But, when they finally considered the risk of being caught was eased, Zoro couldn’t come back to Sanji’s lips. At least not so fast.

Sanji felt weaker than ever, he knew this was from the suit, but he didn’t want to mention it until it was too late. He almost passed away, just like Zoro did with Enma. His head hung loosely but was held by his companion.

“Oi, what’s wrong? Cook! Are you ok?” Zoro asked, scared because he could only feel but not see. “I am ok…” Sanji sloppily answered. “Just a little too much for me, but I am…”. “Stop this, Sanji. Take the invisibility off! I need to see your face, what's going on?” the green haired man pleaded.

Yet, Sanji didn’t take the invisibility off. And to the sound of his name escaping Zoro’s lips for the second time now, he smiled. Weak, but happily, Sanji took off one of his gloves, and ran the naked thumb over Zoro’s eye scar.

“You know? I don’t need to see your face… I can remember it perfectly” Sanji mumbled, going up and down Zoro’s permanently closed eye. “I just know how this scar crosses your lid”. He then reached for the samurai’s perfect pointy nose with a soft touch and in total darkness. There was no need to see, just feel.

“I remember how the tip of your nose does that perfect upturn just in the end” he says. “I bet you are now smiling, aren’t you?” asks Sanji, as he now feels the dimple forming on Zoro’s left commissure. “You should smile more often, I love the dimple… there it is” he whispers, happily confirming his samurai was indeed smiling.

“San… Sanji” Zoro mumbled, because he wasn’t even able to articulate any words, just repeating the name he wanted to repeat since the very first time they met.

Sanji’s hand reached this time for the cold feel of Zoro’s golden earrings. He playfully pulled from them, soft enough not to hurt him. He also made them chime. “The sound of these three… ah the sound. I know when you are having trouble sleeping by the way they chime when you roam in bed” he confesses. His goatee grazed Zoro’s left cheek, making him squirmed and let a soft moan escaped his lips, until Sanji’s mouth reached for the earrings. He sucked the ferrous taste of them one by one, sometimes even sucking on Zoro’s lobe.

But he didn’t stop, and his lips then landed over Zoro’s wide and muscular neck. A single peck he planted, before burying his nose into the tanned flesh of the swordsman. He inhaled, allowing the scent of Zoro’s skin to fill his senses. “And this scent… your scent, how come you don’t bathe, and you smell so nicely, Marimo?”. Zoro shivers to Sanji’s touch, being able to simply feel but not see it’s both confusing and arousing.

“I do bath… ngh” Zoro protested, grunting because Sanji had carved his teeth on his skin just a second before. The samurai felt his kimono get pulled down, and the texture of the silky fabric of it sliding through his shoulders. “This scar on your left shoulder… that one you got on Thriller Bark, right? I remember applying some antiseptic there while you were still unconscious” Sanji pointed out, placing a soft kiss over it. “I think I’ve never told you this, but thank you for saving my life…”

Zoro smiled, and Sanji felt the samurai’s chin weight over his head. “You did, I heard you say it while I was resting” he said, placing a sweet kiss over Sanji’s crown. “I’d do it a hundred times if it was necessary”. A thousand butterflies filled the chef’s stomach, and quickly remembered her mum and how much he asked her looking at the sky if it was ok to love a man… to love Zoro, his nakama.

“Don’t do that again, idiot Marimo…” Sanji mumbled, pressing his watery eyes over Zoro’s chest. And the green haired man laughed, with a laugh that Sanji missed. “You are smiling and crying, aren’t you? Zoro asked, now tracing circles over his back.

Sanji sniffed, and at the same time his long, beautiful lashes grazed the first stitch of Zoro’s huge chest scar. “One, two, three… four… five…” Sanji counted touching with his index, the scars of the old stitches Zoro once had almost three years ago…

“I’ve memorized eight stitches, but never got the pleasure of knowing how many you actually have” the blonde says, sliding his hand inside Zoro’s haramaki. “9, 10… 11”. Of course you had to have eleven, don’t you” he laughed, because apparently everything in Zoro’s was either three (like Sanji’s name) or eleven. “It really goes deep, Zoro…”

Zoro laughed, grabbing Sanji’s hand, and taking it back to his chest. “You don’t like me touching you right there, Marimo?” the blonde joked, now kissing the scar closer to Zoro’s left nipple. “Is not that, I wanted you to hear how much my heart is beating right now”.

Sanji beamed, sweetly, after all the serious samurai had feelings inside his chest. He placed his ear over Zoro’s chest and got lost into the beating of his heart, strong, fast. A sound the blonde would always cherish for the rest of his life. “You know, Marimo… whenever I see this scar I remember the day I met you. And gotta say sorry and thank you”.

“Sorry and thank you? Why?” Zoro asked, because he was really confused.

“Mhuhm. Sorry for telling you to give up on your dream. And thank you for showing me that fulfilling my dreams were worth risking my life. The moment you stood up in front of Mihawk, I was trembling, and couldn’t understand why you were there waiting for him to kill you… but then I understood, and when I heard you cry and promise to Luffy you won’t ever lose again… that was the moment I see how amazing you were, Zoro”

The swordsman didn't speak a single word, but his body did. He unbuckled Sanji's belt as fast as he could, even if he couldn't see he also had memorized every inch of Sanji's proportions.

While kissing the cook, Zoro freed Sanji's sex in a storm of lustful needs. It was wet, a little sticky too. He pumped, up and down, never letting Sanji's lips, muffling his moans, allowing him to breathe into his mouth.

"Make love to me, marimo" Sanji begged, moved almost to tears by the way Zoro was jerking him off.

"I have never…" Zoro confessed. "Have you?...".

"Not really…but I want you".

Zoro helped Sanji stand a little, so he was able to free himself from the black yukata he was wearing. The cape moved several times, allowing both to see flashes of their images. But they didn't care, they knew each other too well to know they were blushing.

Sanji sat over Zoro’s naked legs and grab both his and his lover’s shaft with one hand. They could only feel the warmth of the other, the stickiness and wetness of their fluids.

Up and down he went, while Zoro’s fingers helped Sanji stretch enough for him to take it without any pain. They were virgins, but they knew how to care for the other.

"I'm gonna be gentle, I promise" Zoro swore as he grazed Sanji's entrance with the tip of his sex once they agreed they were ready.

"Do me, Zoro…"

"Say my name again, please" Zoro begged already aligning himself with Sanji's entrance.

"Fuck me, Zoro" Sanji moaned just as he felt his lover slowly sliding inside him.

They remained connected for some seconds until Sanji was ready, and so he started moving after.

They breathed into each other's mouths, moaning their names, just their names. Only hearing the whines, only smelling the sex scent their bodies produce, only feeling how tight and hard they were.

On and on and on

Until climax crowned the experience. But before so, Zoro begged for the cape to fall back.

"I've memorized most of your expressions… but never the one of your beautiful face reaching climax while I fuck you. Take this out, please"

The black mantle fell back showing the blonde's blushed white skin bathed by the silver shine of the moon. A total rapture expression, beads of sweat running through his neck. His soft hands rested over Zoro’s huge frame and his head was thrown back.

Zoro, held Sanji by the small of his back, helping ride him, fast and deep. Zoro bit Sanji's perfect sharp jaw as he was also getting to the edge of bursting.

The prince orgasmed first, covering Zoro's crotch in his warm release. While Zoro, filled Sanji in, after.

Both of them fixed they gaze, and at unison mumbled

"I love you, Sanji" "I love you, Zoro" …

Before turning back, after Zoro fell asleep, Sanji planted a sweet kiss over Zoro’s forehead, and gently slipped a den den mushi inside his haramaki before the Onigashima raid�� “I don’t want to lose you, dumb moss ball” ♥️ ~

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sashi-ya · 4 years ago

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{+18} – Cherry Blossom & Tangerines – Trafalgar Law x Y/n – Part 2

Modern AU. Living in Seoul, Sk. Trip to Jeju Do (Island). Everybody is alive. No spoilers. Female reader. No physical descriptions. Everybody is +18, canon ages. Chopper is human.

Tw: anxiety, fear of flying. No further tw warnings. Mostly SFW. Nami x Vivi & and some ZoSan.

A/N: The AU is inspired on Jeju Island, SK. I've made some research on cute places from there, such as touristic attractions and coffee shops. Even though, it may not be 100% accurate, so keep in mind is mostly inspired♥

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31059467

Word Count: 4K

» List of parts: {P1} {P2} {P3} {P4} {P5} {P6}«

Chapter 2. “Law?!...” I said surprised. “Y/n-ya?...” he asked, also surprised, but before I could say anything else, Luffy came running through the aisle and hugged Law, and I came to the conclusion that he was, indeed, Zoro and Luffy’s friend.

I moved my stuff out of the way, and after he got rid of Luffy, Law helped me to put my backpack on the overhead locker and then sat next to me.

I remained silent for a little bit, waiting perhaps for him to talk, but he didn’t. The flight attendant announced the takeoff was about to happen, so we fasten our seatbelts as the plane started moving. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, and I could see how he seemed a little bit nervous. I thought it was my imagination, but when the plane gathered a little more speed through the runway, he began to breathe faster.

I couldn’t keep my mouth shut and I had to ask, “Law, are you ok? Are you feeling bad?”. He directed his gaze at me with blushing cheeks, and after a few seconds, he said “Y-Yes. I just tend to get a little nervous during the take off, but I’m… ok”. Poor thing, he was trying to cover his heavy breathing… “Don’t worry, it's completely normal, would you like me to hold your hand? You can squeeze it as much as you can”, I said kindly, keeping my cool just for him to see how it wasn’t a big deal, and nothing to get embarrassed of. I placed my hand, palm up, over the armrest that separated our seats and waited for him to hold it. He doubted a little bit, but he finally did it, first softly, still ashamed, but then firmly. “Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon, try to focus on your breathing”, I guided him, with a calm speech, and looking directly into his deep grey eyes, smiling kindly. He slowly calmed his respiratory frequency, and a few minutes after the plane was already flying at cruise level, he sweetly let go of my hand. Our palms were a little sweaty, but I couldn’t care less.

“T-Th- Thanks…” He said, looking at the floor. “Don’t worry, you saved me three times the other day, now I owe you only two” I said, winking an eye at him. Law smiled a little, but kept looking at the floor. I was about to point out the fact that he was Zoro’s friend when Nami peaked through our seat backs saying “Oi Torao, you finally decided to come with us!! You normally don’t go anywhere, I’m glad you separated from your books for good!... Oh, and you two must know each other, right Y/n?” she said pointing at us, “Both of you study at the same U and are becoming doctors soon”. Vivi who was next to Nami began to giggle covering his mouth. Suddenly I realized that both of my friends already knew who Law was, and began to suspect that for some reason they wanted to perhaps pair us up.

“I know him from other circumstances”, I said smirking at them, but with an underhand expression of “I’m gonna kill both of you for not telling me”. Law smiled at them, but didn’t say much, and the girls returned to their seats.

“So, your surname must be Trafalgar, right? I thought you were a Donquixote…”, I asked him. “Yeah, is a long story…”, he said with no emotion at all, and I realized it wasn’t a good topic, so I changed the curse of the conversation. “Oh, you were the one who was complemented by Dr. Marco? You are amazing, doc!”.

“Uhum, but I’m not that good. Dr. Phoenix is just an amazing teacher”, he replied. “Indeed, he is”, I said. The small talk came to an end when the flight attendant offered us something to drink. I opted for a glass of plain water, and so did Law. He then grabbed a manga from his little bag, and began to read. “Maybe he doesn’t wanna talk to me…” I thought, put my air pods on and turned on the music. Some minutes after I regretted not having any sleep last night, as my eyes were trying to close...

The voice of the captain announced over the speakers that we will be arriving on Jeju Island in a few minutes. I was being lazy to open my eyes, as I felt extremely comfy sleeping in that position… until I realized I had my head - and almost the right side of my body - over Law’s shoulder. “Oh my… I’m sorry!” I said gaining composure and sitting properly on my spot. Law gave me a smile with kind eyes, and said “Don’t worry, I was asleep too, I used your head as a pillow, I didn’t want to wake you up, though”. Behind us a few laughs from the girls were heard, and I asked, confused, “You… what?. But the landing was already happening and the cabin crew asked us to prepare, so I decided to shut my mouth. I gazed at Law to see if he needed any help with the landing, but he didn’t seem as scared as he was with the taking off.

We all descended the plane, waited for our luggage and headed to the car rental picking point. I’ve booked three cars, so we distributed perfectly on each one. Franky picked the blue Hyundai Venue. Usopp, Chopper and Brook went with him. Law chose a yellow Hyundai Sonata, of course he would, he looks so cool… Zoro, Sanji, and of course Luffy followed him. I chose the white Tucson, for me and the girls.

We left the airport and drove through the streets of Jeju, admiring the beauty of the cherry blossom trees and the yellow flowers on the side of the road. Law’s car was behind us, and sometimes I spied through the rear mirror, just to see his face fully concentrated on the road.

I asked Nami to put the GPS for me, because our Airbnb was a little bit remote from the center and I was afraid of getting lost. The girls and I sang the whole drive to the songs the radio was playing.

We finally reached the house. It was just as the photos, a white two-story house, big enough for all of us. The beach was next to our patio, the typical style of grey rocks of Jeju Do garnished the entrance and the sound of the waves crashing on the shore with a few seagulls squawking made the whole atmosphere unique.

I gave the entrance code to Robin and she opened the door. Luffy entered first running excited and went directly to the garden to see the beach. We followed him, pretty excited too. Inside, the house had a minimalistic style, everything was white and the floor and furniture was made of light wood.

There were four rooms, so the guys distributed in two of them, Robin and I went to another and we let Nami and Vivi have a room for them. We took turns to use the shower and got ready to explore the island right away.

Sanji suggested that we should go first to Dongmun traditional market to buy fresh ingredients for him to cook for us. He became a professional chef a few years ago and works with his father Zeff, on his well-known restaurant, “The Baratie”. His cooking skills are heavenly, and he loves to cook for us, so we agreed immediately.

We arrived after a 10 minute drive, the market was extremely busy, the food stalls offered a variety of typical korean dishes, kimbap, tteokbokki, tteokgalbi and fresh and canned ingredients, such as typical fishes from the island and the famous kimchi.

Luffy, as always, drove by the smell of the delicious food, ran desperately inside and tasted every single sample the sellers offered to him. Nami, Vivi and I, decided to try the famed tangerines of the island. Nami, who is an expert on tangerines, would give us the final verdict on if they are good as people say. The juicy mandarin slices we tried were exquisite, the sweetness mixed with a little bit of tartness made us want to buy bags of them.

I saw Law approaching us, he had separated from Zoro’s group who were trying the variety of Sojus. I called him with a big smile and some tangerine slices on my hands, “Law!! Come here, you should try this!”. He came closer also with a little grin. I stood on tiptoes and said, “Open your mouth!” and without any shame I offered him a big juicy slice of mandarin. He opened his mouth surprised, but accepted the fruit and while taking it, his lips softly touched the point of my fingers. It felt almost as if he was kissing them, or for a moment I wished it was the case… A little drop of juice ran from his mouth through the commissure of his lips, so I immediately rubbed my thumb over it to clean it. He fixed his eyes on mine, and for a few seconds it seemed as if the rest of the world stopped existing around us. He swallowed up the fruit and thanked me still without taking his gaze off me. The moment broke when the old lady at the tangerine selling stall asked us if we wanted a box or a bag for the fruits. I turned to her, and saw Nami and Vivi looking at the lady wanting her to shut her mouth. My cheeks thanked the interruption, though, because they couldn’t get any more flushed.

“A box would be great, thanks!” I told the seller. Law carried the box himself, and we reunited with the rest of the group.

Sanji had already gathered everything he needed, Zoro had bought his alcohol provision for the next few days, Luffy had his face completely stuffed with some meat, Franky had a cola on his hands, Brook a milkshake, Robin a bag of tangerine tea, Chopper of course some candy cotton on both of his hands and Usopp was eating some type of ramyon. We left the market and headed to our temporary house to leave the provisions and decide the plans for the afternoon and night.

“I want to go to Bomnal Cafe, I heard they serve delicious pastries! Can we go there?” suggested Chopper. “We can go there for the afternoon, and then have a picnic with a bonfire at the beach for the night. What do you think, guys?”, I proposed. “BONFIRE! BONFIRE! Sanji, you could also make some barbecue!!” screamed Luffy, excited, and everyone agreed that it would be a great idea.

Some of us headed to the coffee shop, while Sanji, Zoro, Law, Usopp and Franky stayed at home to prepare everything for the night.

The little coffee shop had a minimalistic, all white and grey, and maybe a little vintage atmosphere. We ordered a few pastries, puddings and lattes that tasted exquisite. We sat by a big window that let us admire the beauty of a little garden with cherry trees and a little pond with some fishies swimming peacefully. We were making stories for Instagram, taking photos, having fun. “Oi, Y/n, pose for me!” said Nami and took a photo of me with her iPhone. I didn’t have time to pose properly, so it was a pretty casual photo of me drinking a matcha latte. Brook insisted on me posting it, because he said it was cute. Chopper and the girls agreed with him, so I uploaded it to my Instagram.

Suddenly, a new notification popped up on my screen, “@DrHeartSteeler liked and commented on your photo”. “Hey guys, do you know who is @DrHeart…” I was asking them while opening the notification and realized it was no other than Law. “@DrHeartSteeler > Beautiful… place. Can you bring me one of those when you come back home?”. I hadn’t had the chance to say anything else when my friends began to make a fuss about the comment. “WHEN YOU COME BACK HOME?, Torao what the fuck?” said Nami laughing out loud. Chopper who was a little innocent, started asking why everyone was laughing, and it only fanned up the flames that were blushing my cheeks. “Yohoho… I guess you have to bring him “home” a matcha latte, Y/n, he probably misses you already…” mocked me Brook. Robin, who is the most mature of all of us, simply laughed and looked at me with kind eyes.

“Stop it guys, he is just asking for a latte…” I said, fanning my face with my hand. “Oh, yes, of course. He wasn’t even following your account. Before we left home, he asked Vivi for your user, right babe?…” said Nami and Vivi nodded with her mouth full of chocolate cake. I didn’t want to show the excitement I was feeling on my insides, so I simply replied that he probably wanted to follow me because he was already following everybody in the group. We decided to come back before the sun set, so we could see it on the beach and after buying Law his tea, and some pastries for the guys we left the pretty tea room and drove home.

“Guys, we are home! we brought you some pastries!!” I said, while carrying the papers bags, and Law’s latte on the other hand. Everyone came running to me and grabbed the bags, while Law, who was sitting on the couch reading, looked at me above his manga, as if he was waiting for me to say something. I tried to act cool, so I said “And oh, uhm, Law your matcha Latte. I hope it’s the right size for you”. He smiled at me, left the book on the armchair and stood up. He walked towards me slowly, I didn’t know if he was trying to be sexy or it was just how he was… Because he certainly was, only using black with yellow spots, swim shorts and a yellow open shirt, that let me admire his tattooed chest and abs.

“Thanks, Y/n-ya. When I saw your picture, I craved for…” he made a little pause, and continued while grabbing the plastic cup, “some matcha latte”. Well, now I crave... you… I thought. I gave him a look from head to toe, and said smirking “It’s nothing, now I only owe you only one favor, so, you tell me if you need something more”. “Mh... I’ll keep it in mind”, he said with his low sexy voice and a little side smirk. I smiled at him and went upstairs.

I threw myself on the bed and sighed loudly. My heart was racing, my lower parts were feeling funny and the sexual tension I’ve just experienced was too much to handle for me. “How hot he is, damn it”, I expressed out loud covering my eyes. “Who is hot, Y/n?” asked Zoro, who apparently was entering my bedroom to ask me something. I almost had a heart attack, but calmed myself down and asked him what he needed. He told me that we were getting ready to go to the beach to prepare the picnic and watch the sunset and if I could bring some blankets. I told him ok and he left my room laughing.

“I came here to rest, and I’m getting more stressed than during finals”, I thought, annoyed, while gathering for a few blankets and pillows to bring to the beach. I headed downstairs. Everybody has already left the house and I could see them walking towards the beach from our patio. I was about to leave and closed the door trying not to throw the blankets I had in my hand, when someone scared the hell out of me. “Oi, you almost let me locked in..., let me help you with that”, said Law who was still inside. “God… Law, you scared me… what are you doing? I thought I was alone…”. “Sanji forgot the salt shaker, I returned to bring it to him”, he calmly answered. “Oh, I see… Well let’s go” I said, still breathing fast from getting scared, and handed him a few blankets to help me carry them.

The chilly sea breeze kissed our cheeks, and the sound of the beach began to fill my ears. I was wearing a long silky dress that danced with the wind, as well as my hair. The sun was going down, everything was golden. Oranges, violets, reds, were the colours that tinted the clouds above the sea. Law was walking right by my side, and both were admiring the beauty of the evening lights that bathed the cliffs. I decided to stop, and take a picture with my analog camera, and as I did, Law kept walking a few steps more until he realized I had stopped. He turned around and looked at me, just when I pressed the shutter. “I’m sorry, I… didn’t know…” Law excused himself for appearing in the photo, but I wasn’t mad at all. I gave him a smile and told him, “It’s ok, you are part of the trip, I’ll give you a copy when I develop the film if you want”. “Thanks…”, he said, and we kept on walking admiring the beauty of the sun setting.

We finally arrived at where everybody else was. Law gave the salt to Sanji and helped him with the barbecue. I started to set up the blankets with the girls and told Brook to play some music with his guitar. The boys had already put up the bonfire and some torchlights that lit up our night.

The night was lovely, it was a little cold, but a few beers after I was dancing with the girls barefoot on the sand to “A lovely night” from the movie Lalaland. Suddenly, Robin said to me “Hey, Y/n… it seems that Torao-kun can’t take his eyes off from you tonight”. “Huh?” I told Robin, confused. She pointed to where the boys were cooking and I turned my face to them. Law was indeed looking at me, with a beer in his hand. I smiled gazing at him over my shoulder, and he did too. I turned back at the girls and kept on dancing covering my mouth, giggling a little. Vivi, Nami and Robin also giggled and gave me a complicit smile.

“Dinner is ready, everybody! “announced Sanji and we gathered all around the grill to receive the plates that surprisingly Zoro helped Sanji to serve. I guess alcohol and food made them somehow get along, at least for a few hours. I wonder when they are going to stop the fighting and begin the kissing… fufufu…

The brochettes were heavenly, we ate them sitting around the bonfire while singing “Binks no Sake”, one of Brooks classics. He is the musician of the group, and even started his professional career a few years ago as “Soul King”. He is such a talented guy.

As the night passed Law and I sometimes interlocked eyes, or exchanged little smiles. I took some more photos during the picnic and we kept on dancing until 3 am, when we decided to raise camps and head to our beds.

I was exhausted, yet, the idea of stalking Law on Instagram was on my head and didn’t let me sleep. I covered myself completely with the sheets and searched for his user on my phone. He has no more than 5 photos posted. One of them was with Luffy and Zoro, after training, another one of him and Rosinante -he called him “Cora-san” on the image caption, how cute - when he was a little boy. The rest of the photos were with some friends dressed up as pirates for Halloween and in the comment section they called themselves the “Heart pirates”, ha-ha funny.

I suspired whenever I zoomed the photos over his eyes. I was starting to like this man, way too much... I tossed and turned in bed trying to fall asleep, but I simply couldn’t, so I thought drinking some tea would help me. I went downstairs, trying not to wake anybody up and got to the kitchen. From the big glass door that looked at the beach I saw how the moonlight lit up the waves crashing on the cliffs and the whole kitchen. The scenery and the chamomile tea were slowly fading away the image of Law’s eyes, until I felt someone placing a hand over my shoulder. I slightly gazed at it, and it only took me a few seconds to know it was the tattooed hand of the guy who was keeping me awake. He was wearing black shorts, and a loose white shirt. His hair was more disheveled than ever. What is it with this guy that looks so good no matter what he looks?...

“I see I’m not the only one who can’t sleep”, Law whispered. “Yeah, I’m exhausted but somehow I can’t fall asleep… I guess it must be the bed, I don’t know. Do you want some tea?”, I offered him. “Yes, that would be great”, he accepted.

I was turning on the electric kettle when we heard some noises coming from the living room. I looked at Law and both of us peaked through the kitchen entrance to see what was going on…

“Shitty cook… we shouldn’t….”, “What? are you afraid, idiot Marimo?”. Sanji and Zoro seemed a little drunk and were somehow hugging and walking at the same time. At first I thought they were trying to help each other to go upstairs, so I started walking towards them to help. I couldn’t walk any further because immediately Law grabbed me by my waist, and pulled me back into the kitchen covering my mouth. “Shh… just wait”, he whispered into my ear and let go of me. What I saw next was something we’ve all been waiting for. Finally, Zoro and Sanji accepted how much they loved each other, and went upstairs kissing as two teenagers in love.

I opened my mouth and looked at Law with a surprised expression, that soon turned into a happy face. I started making little jumps in my place. “I knew it!!” I said and Law giggled almost without making any sound. With the excitement I didn’t notice how near we were from each other, until Law softly caressed my face with one of his soft hands. He, of course had the hands of a surgeon, long fingers, soft skin, perfectly cut nails. “Why don’t we do the same as them?” he asked me, and I gasped and stood still in front of him. He slowly approached his face to mine until the point of our noses were almost touching. I got lost into his grey eyes, my mouth was ready to receive his lips. The sweet torture of the moments before a first kiss, I wished I could make it last as much as I could, but at the same time, I wanted him to kiss me, passionately, now, right now.

My eyes probably showed how desperately I was for him to kiss me, that he smirked and finally planted his luscious lips against mine. He explored my mouth with his tongue, with no modesty at all, and as we were passionately kissing he lifted me up and sited me over the kitchen counter.

Without stopping the kissing, I open my legs to allow him to come further and as he did, he slid a hand to my sex…

Part 3

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