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No bikini looked good on Sanji.
Six gorgeous, high-quality pieces, varied prints and different styles, and none of them worked on Sanji. Not that they didn’t fit—of course they did. She had bought the bottoms larger than the tops, all in her exact size, but even with the tops being the smallest possible, it didn’t help at all.
Not when Sanji had nothing for the bikini to hold.
The cook sighed as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror in the small “changing room” inside the women’s bedroom on the Sunny. She was already trying on the last bikini—she’d bought them all the day before with Nami and Robin since they were on a scorching summer island with a resort—and, just like the previous five, she’d wasted money.
The blue-and-green gradient fabric was light and hugged her body well; the bottoms fit nicely on her long, toned legs, even highlighting the voluptuous curve of her ass and her narrow waist, but on top… it was like there was too much fabric, sagging even when Sanji put her hands there.
With a grunt escaping her too empty lips—there was no way she’d ever break the rule of never smoking in the women’s bedroom—Sanji cupped her breasts with her hands, squeezing them at the softest, roundest part underneath to make them look more defined and, in a way, bigger, filling out the bikini and even creating a small valley between them. A faint smile appeared at the corner of her cheek at that, only to vanish when she let go of her breasts and the reflection of her flat chest made an embarrassed heat rise from her stomach to her face while her lips trembled and the backs of her eyes stung.
“Sanji! We’re already ready! Aren’t you coming?”
She startled at Nami’s voice, far too close to the changing room, immediately looking for something to cover herself with and finding only the white dress shirt and baby-blue blazer she’d been wearing before.
“Ah, of course I’m going, my sweet angel! But you and Robin can go ahead!” she said, forcing her sugary tone despite the tightness in her throat, slipping on the blazer quickly and “closing” it snugly against her body with firm hands as she opened the door just enough to put her face and shoulders out.
Her heart jumped and beat faster and harder at the sight of the women of her life, completely ready for a day at the resort. Their bikinis were different styles—the navigator’s light green with lots of little orange hearts, much smaller and tighter than the archaeologist’s purple one with gray stripes—but both fit the women perfectly, highlighting their best qualities and curves, especially the tops, perfectly placed over their beautiful, full breasts. Nami’s barely hid her nipples, which made Sanji’s pussy throb and show signs of dampening despite everything.
“Are you sure, Sanji, dear? We can wait for you…” Robin said, pulling the cook out of her thoughts. Sanji forced a big smile at both women staring at her with brows furrowed at different levels.
“I’m sure, my love! Grab the best spot and I’ll catch up with you soon!”
“Don’t you want help tying the bikini?”
Sanji’s mouth went dry, her eyes widening as she hurried to answer.
“You’re a true angel in my life, Nami! But it’s not necessary, I can do it! I’m just, uh, very unsure which one to choose…”
“We can hel-”
“No!” Sanji bit her tongue when their delicate expressions furrowed even more. “I mean, it’ll be a… a surprise for you, my loves, so you can go! Go have fun! Don’t worry about me, I’ll manage, you know that!”
Luckily, even though they didn’t look convinced, they complied with Sanji’s request and left, wishing her good luck and assuring her they’d save her a spot. Sanji thanked them amid a flood of compliments, her smile wide and her eyes on the verge of spilling hearts because she truly didn’t deserve to have such wonderful women as friends!
However, as soon as the door to the quarters closed, the smile died, and the tightness from her chest to her throat became even more noticeable, bordering on suffocating.
It was so much easier when she could just wear her dress shirts, blazers, and suit jackets, feeling elegant and attractive without the reminder of what she lacked right there, exposed and undeniable for everyone to see.
And, unfortunately, on that summer island she couldn’t even use the excuse that it was safer to wear T-shirts because she was holed up in the kitchen.
Sighing, Sanji merely leaned the changing-room door closed and let the blazer slide off her shoulders, her skin already starting to sweat in the heat. Then she turned her gaze back to the mirror, her throat closing tighter and intensifying the burn behind her eyes.
Grunting, Sanji quickly ran her hands beneath them to wipe away the tears threatening to spill and, with nimble fingers, undid the two knots of the top, leaving it with the other five bikinis on top of the small light-pink pouf. Taking a deep breath, hands clenched into fists and her lip caught between her teeth, Sanji lifted her face and looked at herself in the full-length mirror, her skin growing even hotter and more uncomfortable at the sight of her bare torso—straight, lean, nipples three shades darker than her skin, slightly hardened from exposure to the stifling air, with a muscle beneath them so subtle it barely seemed to exist, impossible to give any definition to what should have been breasts. Not even turning sideways and seeing the noticeable relief they formed, distancing the nipples from her chest in a gentle curve, made up for it, because there was only a protrusion below the nipples, making them look incomplete in a way.
Maybe if she gained weight, they’d grow with the fat—but Sanji had trouble gaining weight after nearly starving to death…
Sanji shifted her gaze to the dark wooden ceiling, starting to think of what excuse she could give her adorable women as to why she couldn’t join them for a—more than deserved—rest at the resort; preferably one that would spare her from being bombarded with questions.
What excuses would she give? She’d already promised she’d meet them…
“Cook, are you he-oh.”
Sanji’s body froze at Zoro’s sudden presence, the woman having entered the room without her even hearing her—and it sucked that her haki didn’t consider the swordsman a threat and was far too used to her presence to warn her about it—already opening the changing room door because the moss-head had no manners and just stopping there in the doorway instead of having the sense to apologize for her mistake and run off the Sunny before Sanji kicked her out of it.
If four years ago someone had told Sanji that she would meet a woman capable of infuriating her so much that she wouldn’t mind fighting her almost daily, Sanji would have laughed in their face—if they were men. Still, Zoro managed to awaken that furious side of the cook like no one else, and the swordswoman herself had said she preferred being treated like a man rather than being fawned over by her. Sanji would never go against a woman’s wishes.
Slowly, breathing quickened and her face burning with angry embarrassment, Sanji turned her head, the indignation only speeding up her heartbeat when she confirmed that the clueless swordswoman was staring at her exposed breasts with her single eye wide and her mouth slightly open.
Sanji hugged herself, covering her breasts and shouting at Zoro, who seemed to snap out of a trance as she blinked several times.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, algae-head?! You don’t open the changing room door like that, you know that, and you sure as hell don’t stand there staring at another woman’s tits!”
Zoro’s expression of surprise—and fascination?—melted into an affronted grimace in an instant.
“You don’t have the right to say that, eyebrows! You’re the champion of almost-dying-from-nosebleeds from how much you stare at every woman’s tits you see!” she shot back, crossing her arms beneath her own super-full-and-muscular breasts, well protected by a white band, drawing Sanji’s gaze to them without her realizing it. “My eyes are up here, you hypocritical cook!”
Sanji gasped, staring wide-eyed at Zoro’s serious face, her skin burning so much she didn’t doubt she looked like a cayenne pepper. She ran her tongue over her lips while thinking fast about what to answer.
“I look because… because women should always be very appreciated! But mine… mine you can’t look at!”
“Why not? They’re beautiful.”
“Because there’s no-.” Sanji blinked rapidly several times, her mouth stopping in a slightly open pout as Zoro’s other words registered in her mind. “What did you say?” she asked, her voice higher than she would have liked.
Zoro shrugged and repeated it as if it were normal.
“That your tits are beautiful.”
Sanji nearly swallowed her tongue with the sharp breath she sucked in in affront.
“No, they’re not! And you don’t have the right to come mock me about it just because you’ve got two watermelons!”
The gray eye narrowed at the cook, the sharply defined jaw shifting as she clenched it for a moment before taking a half-step forward, retorting with conviction.
“I’m not messing with you, you idiot cook! I’m being honest.”
“No, you’re no-.”
“I’ve always wondered what you’d be like without all those prissy clothes and now I know, and you’re more beautiful than I could’ve imagined.”
With eyes popping out of their sockets, a slight dizziness caused by racing heart and a sudden chill flooding spine and stomach, Sanji could only lock her breathing for a few moments as she stared at the swordsman, unable to believe her own ears.
There was no reality in which Zoro would sincerely compliment her, much less one where Sanji was insecure.
Gritting her teeth, Sanji let her previous anger and frustration speak louder.
“You’re only saying that because you didn’t see properly! And how could you, when you’ve only got one eye working?”
Said eye squeezed shut even more, and Zoro looked about to snap back, until she rolled her broad shoulders and a small, provocative smile appeared on her lips.
“If I didn’t see properly, then show me,” she challenged, and Sanji swallowed hard.
Despite her stomach flipping, Sanji would never run from a challenge, much less one involving Zoro and proving the swordswoman wrong. She swallowed her pride and—slowly—uncrossed her arms, straightening her spine and planting her hands on her hips in an attempt to feel less exposed.
Zoro’s eye immediately dropped to her body, the pupil dilating so much it nearly swallowed the gray as her mouth fell open again, awestruck.
Just that expression was enough to make Sanji’s heart want to escape her chest, and everything intensified when she said,
“Holy shit, cook, you’re way too beautiful. I always knew your legs and ass were incredible, but for real my hands close around this waist and I think these tits fit perfectly in my mouth… No, I’m sure they do, in my mouth and in my hand, and they must be ridiculously sensitive if they’re already this hard and perked just from being exposed,” she said in near reverence and without blinking, stepping into the changing room without realizing it as she drew closer, taking up too much space with her broader body, the smell of steel that always accompanied her hitting Sanji full-on even though their skins still weren’t close to touching.
It wasn’t new for the two of them to invade each other’s personal space without noticing. What was new was the fact that they weren’t fighting or arguing, Sanji was half-naked, and the swordswoman was looking at her like she was an especially delicious bottle of sake.
Despite all their differences, Zoro was still a spectacular woman, with admirable strength and determination; of course Sanji was attracted to her. An attraction that went beyond the physical because they were so complementary; which made it inevitable that their “fights” almost always led her to need to find a moment of privacy to deal with all the unbearable arousal between her legs, using fingers or toys while imagining the swordswoman’s calloused hands and irritating mouth exploring her body and doing whatever she wanted with her, taking control and pinning her against the nearest flat surface, forcing Sanji with her rough, rude way to scream her name over and over without shame, while she herself whispered Sanji’s in return, along with all the depravity she wanted to do to her.
Not in a million years would Sanji think that her attraction was mutual, though.
Swallowing hard and trying to regain some control over her breathing and her heartbeat that was nearly deafening her and also pulsing between her legs, Sanji bit her lip—the lack of a cigarette between them and nicotine in her lungs becoming exponentially more uncomfortable—eyes scrutinizing the swordswoman from head to toe as she thought about what to say.
Zoro wearing only a short black speedo and the white band holding her breasts, staring at her with uninhibited hunger, was not helping the reasoning process at all.
“Why are you trying to imagine whether my tits fit in your mouth, Marimo?” she finally asked, her throat almost as dry as her mouth while she sweated for a reason that went beyond the weather.
Zoro’s wide eye snapped back to her face, her light-brown complexion seeming to take on a strong red undertone.
“I-I… It was just a thought!”
Sanji had been attracted to Zoro since the moment they met.
It felt good to have someone fascinated by her breasts, making her feel beautiful and desired after having spent the entire morning judging herself.
The throbbing in her pussy was stronger than it should have been for a simple exchange of words because her libido was, indeed, far too high.
Those were the three dominant factors that prevented the filtering of Sanji’s next words.
“Then stop imagining, Marimo. You’re a woman of action, aren’t you?”
Zoro narrowed her eye, but seemed to be holding back a smile in her cheek.
“What do you mean, curly?”
Armed with courage and lust, Sanji raised an eyebrow and challenged her with her heart kicking against her ribs and wanting to escape through her throat.
“Prove to me that my tits fit in your mouth.”
As if it were exactly what she wanted to hear, Zoro didn’t argue and didn’t hesitate to step closer, hands already gripping Sanji’s waist as if to keep her in place or give herself support as she leaned down until her head was level with the cook’s collarbones, who had held her breath at the first gentle—and firm—touch of the swordswoman on her. A breath that escaped as a full-body, trembling gasp when Zoro stuck out her tongue and licked a nipple. Licked it once, twice, three times, like a cat savoring a treat. Sanji kept her hands firm on her hips, fingers digging into her own skin as hot liquid threatened to pool in her belly, and she only didn’t curse Zoro because, on the fourth lick, she wrapped the nipple with her teeth and bit down.
Gasping louder, Sanji’s back arched forward, offering herself more to the other woman while her hands grabbed the short green hair. That was the encouragement Zoro wanted, since she lifted her eye for a moment, a provocative smile curving her lips before wrapping them around Sanji’s breast, covering it completely as she had promised, her sharp tongue never stopping its lapping at the nipple, hard as stone, until she started to suck and nurse with fervor, tearing breathy moans from Sanji, who could only squeeze her legs shut and push Zoro’s head against herself, urging her on.
Zoro had been right about Sanji’s breasts being ultra-sensitive despite being tiny—she was all sensitive, actually—so every suck and lick on her nipple and areola was a short-circuit of electricity that ran from the center of her head to between her legs, making her throbbing cunt get wetter and wetter.
When Zoro removed one hand from her waist to grab the other breast without much delicacy, squeezing it eagerly and pulling the nipple between two fingers, Sanji’s hips thrust forward as the most promiscuous moan yet slipped from her throat, her little cunt feeling like part of her heart was lodged in it.
“Nailed it,” Zoro bragged with an irritating smile as she pulled her face back a little; however, before Sanji could protest and curse at her, the swordswoman wrapped the other nipple with her teeth, biting it and tugging hard just to draw a little yelp from the cook. Zoro also enclosed it with her mouth, sucking it the way she had the other, which was now being kneaded eagerly by that calloused hand that only seemed to make the friction better.
Sanji shuddered at the thought of that hand on her cunt. That talented mouth too…
Fuck. Sanji would die if Zoro didn’t fuck her after this.
For a few more minutes, the swordswoman continued to abuse both breasts, alternating mouth and hand between them, never neglecting either of her attention and devotion. Sanji could only moan softly, squeezing her legs shut and clinging to the green hair; until she started pulling the strands and hissing when all the sensitivity became too much.
Zoro only pulled away with an annoyingly smug smile on her now-red lips when Sanji’s nipples looked raw—swollen, slobbered over, and marked with teeth.
“There we go, cook, you’ve been prov-” Sanji silenced her by grabbing her by the jaw, crushing their mouths together without caring about the aggression, not when she needed to kiss her, needed more. Luckily, the swordswoman didn’t complain despite their teeth clashing; instead, she grabbed the cook’s waist again and pulled her close while opening her mouth and letting herself be explored by a quick, hungry tongue. Unfortunately, she soon broke the kiss and stepped back a little, asking quietly and with ragged breath, her eye fixed and demanding on Sanji’s visible one. “You sure about this, curly?”
“Am I sure I want to fuck a hot woman? Seriously?” she shot back without thinking, sounding more offended than she actually was.
“Yeah…” Zoro looked down and stepped back, ending all physical contact. Sanji whimpered at the sudden cold. “It’s just that you’re more than just a hot woman to me,” she confessed without looking at her, brow furrowed as if regretting her decision.
Sanji’s heart stopped.
Oh.
When it started beating again, she stepped forward, hands grabbing the swordswoman’s face, pressing their foreheads together in the gentlest way they had so far, speaking almost desperately, both from the lust running through her veins and from the affection that for years had been wanting to spill from her chest toward the woman in front of her.
“You are too! Zoro, I swear! I… I never thought you’d like me back like this, but I swear, I… Zoro,” she whispered her name, trembling, because how could she convince her of something pure when she was in that state?
Zoro took a deep breath.
“It’s not just gonna be a hookup for you?”
“No! I promise! Zoro, please…”
The calloused hands grabbed her face and pulled her the rest of the way, kissing her again with all the zeal and mastery she had shown while acting as if Sanji’s breasts were the juiciest onigiri. And, smiling as best she could, Sanji returned it euphorically, pressing herself against the hotter, broader body as if she could crawl inside it—as if that were what she needed to soothe that vibrant need beneath her skin that seemed to leave her tight, on the edge of suffocating, with something hot begging to be consumed.
Sanji bit Zoro’s lip and she growled into her mouth, sending a shiver from the cook’s toes to the top of her head. She did it again and again, her tongue always passing over the spot afterward, as if to apologize or to incite more burn. That distracted Sanji enough for a surprised gasp to be torn from her when Zoro’s hands grabbed her under the ass. In an instant, Sanji wrapped her long legs around her waist without stopping the kiss as Zoro stepped away from the changing table, heading toward one of the four beds in the room.
She didn’t even need to look to know she’d gone the wrong way.
“That one’s Nami’s,” she said between kisses, holding back a laugh when Zoro huffed and went to the other side. “That one’s mi-ah!” She gasped when she was simply thrown onto the mattress, blood stirring at how rough the swordswoman was; still, she swallowed the complaint, a moan escaping her throat instead when Zoro grabbed her knees and forced them open, exposing her intimacy covered only by the gradient bikini bottoms.
The subtle chill there revealed how wet she was, and the surprised look on Zoro’s face revealed exactly how that would serve as ammunition to call her even more of a pervert in the future.
“Fuck, curly, you’re already soaked. You didn’t piss yourself, did you?”
Sanji growled from deep in her chest and a foot flew toward the idiot swordswoman’s face, which she caught at the last second, an even more idiotic smile on her face.
“Obviously not, you ridiculous moss-head!”
“Oh, so it’s just because of me then, huh? I get you so horny you turn into a perverted waterfall…”
“If you’re gonna keep talking nonsense instead of doing something, I’m gonna kick you out of the room!”
“I wanna see you try,” she teased with that crooked grin, and Sanji tried to kick her with the same foot—just to show she meant it—but Zoro kept holding it firmly and soon leaned in its direction. Sanji frowned before relaxing in surprise, a pleased little sound slipping from her lips when the swordswoman’s kissed the curve of her foot, tenderly kissing a particularly striking scar she had among so many others from the knees down. Zoro kissed others, slowly moving up the heel, calf, leg, her hands following her mouth with almost reverent touches, causing subtle tremors in Sanji as her breathing grew heavy in anticipation, skin prickling and flushed with all that tender and unexpected attention she was receiving from the swordswoman.
When Zoro reached the knee, she massaged it for a moment and moved on to the other, retracing the path in reverse, her unshakable determination to show how precious she found Sanji’s deadly weapons leaving the cook speechless, eyes stinging with moisture and her panties being sucked in.
Zoro’s purpose had to be to torture her.
“Marimo… please,” she panted, watching the green head descend toward her other foot.
Zoro smiled against a scar closer to the big toe, kissing it before pulling away and lowering her leg onto the bed.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this, curly… and other things too, but I can leave those for next times,” she confessed in a low voice, yanking Sanji’s panties off without delicacy before spreading her legs to fit between them and drawing closer, seeming to have no idea how much her words had stirred Sanji’s heart to the point she could hear nothing but the euphoric beats racing through her body, the confession still so vivid vibrating in her mind. So there would be other times? Zoro had thought about that, just like her? Had Sanji died and gone to heaven? “After all, today the main attention is theirs.” Sanji gasped loudly when that mouth returned to cover an entire breast, tongue teasing a nipple while the other was covered by a hand, the hardened bud pinched between fingers.
Again, Zoro didn’t hold back from sucking and squeezing them, leaving the tips so hard they ached, her clever tongue leaving trails of saliva, teeth leaving marks that would be visible the next day. And Sanji arched her back to offer herself even more, arms wrapping around those strong shoulders and broad back, nails lightly scratching sacred skin that could never bear scars. Before she realized it, her legs were gripping Zoro’s waist, pulling her closer, rubbing her intimacy against the almost rigid muscle of her abdomen.
The friction intensified in an instant, the overstimulation in her breasts not even letting her notice she was grinding desperately against Zoro until a sudden jolt of electricity shot from her clit to the top of her head, forcing her to throw her head back as she moaned long and silently, toes curling and cunt pulsing fast around nothing, leaking more liquid to the point it started dripping onto the bed. Sanji wasn’t even aware of it as her body vibrated and trembled, still feeling the effects of the strong orgasm almost purely caused by the extreme attention to her breasts.
And to think that just minutes ago she was complaining about them…
Zoro laughed with one breast still in her mouth; Sanji gasped and trembled again.
Zoro pulled her head back to look her in the eyes.
“You’re more sensitive than I thought, curly,” she teased with a smug smile, the heat that rose to the cook’s face certainly clear against her pale skin.
“Shut up!” she snapped, breathing hard, as weak as the shin kick she tried to land on her hip without much success.
Zoro laughed low, her face moving back to her chest only to start kissing between the breasts, moving up until she reached the prominent collarbones, the long curve of her neck, speaking unhurriedly against skin.
“Nah, that’s good. Means I can make you cum a lot.” Sanji shuddered at the words and at the hickey Zoro left right at the curve of her jaw, only to keep moving the kisses up until she finished with a whisper against parted lips. “And in different ways, I bet… Now I want to find out which.”
“Zoro-!” she gasped at the sharp shiver that ran through her body, tightening her legs around her waist, especially when Zoro silenced her with an intense kiss, giving her no choice but to return it.
One of Sanji’s hands grabbed the short green hair, fingers sinking into the soft strands while the other stayed on her back, fingers squeezing powerful muscles and nails scratching in near reverence, until she slid them lower, only to find the almost rough fabric of the band still supporting and hiding the swordswoman’s full breasts, which also made her aware of the swim briefs she was wearing too.
“It’s not fair that I’m the only one naked,” she complained between kisses, making Zoro move to her cheek, letting out a little chuckle against it.
“Relax, curly.”
Sanji pinched the swordswoman’s arm, making her flinch slightly and glare at her with the start of a scowl.
“Relax my ass! I wanna give attention to your breasts too! I wanna put them in my mouth and die between their valley just as much as I want to find the All Blue!” she confessed passionately, only to have a rough hand clamped over her mouth.
“Start saying this kind of cheesy crap and I won’t even let you look at them,” she warned firmly, sliding her other hand downward, fingers not shy at all as they slipped against the still throbbing, wet intimacy, brushing over the sensitive clit before two invaded the outer lips, stopping there at the entrance with a light, provocative pressure full of promises. That alone was enough to make Sanji forget about complaining and go back to just panting as her hips moved in search of friction. “How many fingers can I fuck you with?” she whispered, with a subtle slide of her hand that made her palm graze the clit.
Sanji shuddered, eyes fluttering, and answered almost breathlessly when Zoro removed the other hand from her mouth.
“With as many as you want.”
Zoro’s eyebrows nearly shot up to her hairline, her body freezing.
“Wait, seriously? What if I wanted to shove my whole hand in?”
“Th-that’s fine…”
Zoro opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water, her good eye trailing down the blonde’s body before she asked almost hesitantly:
“…in any hole?”
Sanji gasped at the mere idea.
“Please!”
“What else would you let me do?”
Sanji clenched her teeth, staring at the swordswoman as if she had offended the entire female lineage of her family:
“Probably anything! Just fuck me, you idiot moss-heaAH!” The moan was ripped from her core when two fingers plunged into her cunt without warning, going as deep as they could, Zoro wasting no time in starting to thrust them quickly, the position of her hand also letting the clit suffer delicious friction.
“If that’s what you want…” she murmured with a teasing smile as she increased the intensity of her thrusts, the wet sounds barely audible thanks to Sanji’s constant panting and the blood rushing too fast in her ears. “We’ll have time to explore everything later, pervy cook.” Sanji wanted to curse Zoro right back, especially at how she seemed to be gloating at her expense, but not only was that promise far too delicious, Zoro also pushed in another finger, filling her in a way that put an end to any hostility.
Zoro’s fingers were thicker than her own, and even though the thickness of three didn’t come close to the girth of the dildos she had, it was Zoro fucking her, and the swordswoman seemed to know exactly what she was doing; speeding up and slowing down the rhythm, pressing her thumb against the clit only to release it when Sanji’s moans got too loud, while her other hand explored the cook’s body, rubbing and squeezing the strong legs around her, tracing the hips, the waist, grabbing and squeezing her breasts until Sanji arched her back, only to release them and slide her palm up to tease the stretch of her throat, continuing upward until she slipped a few fingers into the half-open mouth, opening it wider, pressing down on the tongue. Throughout the entire exploratory path of that hand, her good eye followed sharply, hungrily.
Sanji hadn’t exaggerated when she said she’d let Zoro do whatever she wanted with her, but the idea that the other woman wanted to do a lot only made it easier for the warm liquid in her belly to expand faster, flowing down and up her limbs as the pressure in her cunt increased, pulsing harder, vibrating around the fingers taking her closer and closer to the edge.
“Zo-Zoro, ah, I… ah, I’m gonna—!”
“No!” she panted hoarsely and pulled her hand away, releasing Sanji’s legs only to fold them up until her feet went past her head and she was completely exposed.
Sanji shuddered slightly at the new position as her cunt pulsed, more liquid spilling and running to her ass.
“What are you doinAH!” She was cut off by a long, trapped moan when Zoro shoved her head between her legs without letting go of her thighs, the infuriating tongue not shy at all as it licked the entire length of her hot sex, even invading the lips for a brief second before continuing upward, stopping at the swollen clit where she gave three short licks with more pressure. Sanji trembled and panted as her hips tried to lift in search of more friction. “Fuck, Zo-Zoro, pleaseee—!” Grabbing the short green hair and one strong shoulder as best she could in that position, Sanji saw and felt Zoro’s smug smile before she slid her tongue down and pushed it into her throbbing hole, alternating between fucking it as deep as she could and licking and sucking around it, burying her entire face without any shame, seeming to take more pleasure in eating the cook than the cook herself moaning uncontrollably beneath her, trembling legs spreading even wider, offering herself to the swordswoman, who smiled again before sliding her face a little lower and licking the perineum, not hesitating to stick her tongue into the little asshole when she reached it, making Sanji jolt with a moan. “MariaAH!”
Zoro had slid one hand from her thigh to her cunt, pushing two fingers back into the soaked little hole while doing the same with her tongue in the hole below, the wet, obscene sounds almost as loud as Sanji’s sounds of pleasure.
Her lower abdomen twisted tighter and tighter and tighter as that warm liquid in her belly expanded at full force, almost agonizing as it rushed up toward her head and down until her toes curled, every inch of skin and muscle about to burst; her hips rocked desperately against the swordswoman’s face and fingers, the only part of her body not tensed in anticipation of what was coming.
Zoro sped up her movements, her thumb suddenly pressing against the clit, and Sanji screamed.
The second orgasm tore through her body in shocks more intense than the first, causing uncontrollable tremors and a brief loss of consciousness that made Sanji fail to notice she had wrapped her legs around the swordswoman’s head and was squeezing far harder than she should, until she screamed again in sharp pain when pointed canines pierced her thigh. Sanji startled and spread them slightly in shock, but Zoro forced them fully open by putting all her weight on them just to kiss her, stealing every last bit of breath she still had.
Sucking her own taste from Zoro’s tongue was enough to already bring a new bubbling of arousal to her lower parts, even more so as she tried to imagine what Zoro would taste like, what it would be like to eat her.
Sanji really wanted Zoro to sit on her face.
Before she could voice her most sincere and deepest desire, however, Zoro broke the kiss and pulled away, stepping off the bed.
“Where do you think you’re going, Ma-.”
Sanji was blessedly silenced by the image of Zoro—finally—undoing the band and getting rid of the speedo.
*Sanji died and went to Paradise, and something warm and familiar was running down her upper lip, but she could barely notice when her wide eyes were fixed on the most perfect breasts she had ever seen in her life. *
On the most perfect body.
Full, round breasts with large, dark areolas and stiff nipples begging to be sucked, and just below a strong abdomen and hips that looked like pure muscle, there was the swordswoman’s intimacy, almost entirely covered in green hair and Sanji would one day nickname her Little Marimo, but right now she could only salivate at the thought of tasting her, of burying herself there, sucking until she lost all feeling in her tongue or died with her nose buried between those wet folds.
Maybe Zoro really was destined to kill Sanji, with their literal death pact being the least dangerous treat to her life.
“You’re definitely gonna eat me out someday, cook, but I’m not gonna let you die doing it,” Zoro said with clear amusement in her voice, pulling Sanji’s attention back up to her face—only then realizing she had said that out loud.
A strong blush rushed from Sanji’s neck to her ears, but she ignored it, too focused on what she’d heard.
“I’m not gonna eat you out now?” she asked in an almost whiny tone, her hungry eyes dropping to the little pussy hidden among green hair.
Zoro snorted as she climbed onto the bed on her knees, moving closer until her thighs brushed against Sanji’s ass, still almost folded in half, fully exposing her intimacy and just how much the sight of the naked swordswoman had been enough to make her wet again.
“No, eyebrows, not now,” she said, grabbing Sanji’s legs, lowering one onto the mattress and sitting on top of it while lifting the other almost upright against her own body, hugging it to one breast as she adjusted her hips closer until their cunts were pressed together.
Zoro was soaked just from giving pleasure, which made it even easier for there to be no friction when she started bouncing, grinding their genitals together while also rubbing herself against the cook’s thigh, her outer lips slipping into Sanji’s and vice versa with how hard she was rubbing one cunt against the other, only intensifying the hot liquid that had already turned to lava inside Sanji.
With some difficulty and amid increasingly loud moans between broken breaths, Sanji pushed herself up on her hands, using all the absurd strength in her abdomen to rise toward the swordswoman, holding her own raised thigh to keep the position while her other hand grabbed Zoro’s breast that wasn’t being crushed by her leg. Both of her holes throbbed in ecstasy as she felt its weight in her palm, the firmness as she squeezed it, her clever, nimble fingers kneading it all over as it bounced like that, until she closed two fingers around the delicious nipple and pinched, earning a shaky moan from Zoro and the pleasure of feeling that suckable nub harden even more in her hand.
Sanji would die if she didn’t suck them soon.
“Ah, Sa-Sanji, ah… fu-uck!”
Sanji froze, tense in shock at hearing her name from the other woman’s mouth, only to nearly convulse the next second, eyes rolling back as she collapsed fully onto the bed, moaning the swordswoman’s name loudly as she didn’t stop her thrusts, dragging Sanji into her third orgasm.
“Fu-uck! Sanji! A-ah!”
Sanji felt more than she saw the entire squirt escaping her hypersensitive cunt and soaking Zoro’s, intensifying the shocks ripping through her body as the swordswoman’s movements faltered and she focused on grinding harder against the thigh, until she stopped abruptly, her whole body drawing inward before exploding into trembling.
Sanji forced herself to watch the other woman come, desperate to memorize the way her red, swollen lips parted in moans that were almost too soft for Zoro; how thick lashes fluttered along with that gorgeous body, breasts looking even heavier thanks to her broken, uneven breathing.
She would keep that museum-worthy image forever.
No, better than that.
She would do everything she could to see it again every single day, from as many angles and in as many ways as possible.
When Zoro’s gray eye opened, landing on the cook with a still-dazed softness, something in the middle of Sanji stirred so hard she lost her breath for a fraction of a second.
She loved Zoro.
As if sensing the imminent simp behavior about to spill from the other’s mouth, Zoro bit down hard on Sanji’s calf, making her yelp and kick her leg away.
Zoro laughed, but quickly let out a surprised exclamation when Sanji grabbed her by the legs and flipped her onto the other side of the bed, not giving her time to complain before kissing her again. A kiss that served mostly as a distraction while Sanji spread Zoro’s legs as far as her limited flexibility allowed, sliding her body down until she fell mouth-first onto the cunt hidden by green hair and still trembling from orgasm.
A deep sound of contentment escaped Sanji’s chest as she indulged in that intimacy, running her tongue between the folds, cleaning up all the cum her own pussy had squirted around, even pushing her tongue inside to suck out everything Zoro had to give. The swordswoman could only moan and writhe, grinding against the cook’s face. When the little cunt pulsed hard and clenched around her tongue, Sanji sucked up every bit of the fresh release with a smile on her face.
As soon as Zoro stopped shaking, Sanji gently stretched her legs out on the bed and climbed atop her limp body, scattering soft kisses across her abdomen, stomach, collarbones, cheeks, and a brief, more chaste kiss on her lips as she said,
“Can I spend the rest of the day sucking on your perfect breasts now?”
Zoro let out a snort, eye closed. Sanji took that as a yes and went down to do exactly that, even as the other woman said in a groggy voice,
“Yours are the perfect ones.”
The happy flutter in her chest at hearing that was undeniable, but she was quickly distracted as she closed her lips around a brown nipple, sucking gently and giving delicate little bites before opening her mouth and trying to take in as much of the full breast as she could, which wasn’t much, but it was, in fact, perfect; all that firm softness against her lips and the weight on her tongue almost made Sanji come a fourth time. She didn’t, but when she let go of one breast to suck on the other, there was no denying how much she’d soaked Zoro’s chest, who only stroked her scalp and waist.
“I won, by the way,” the swordswoman said suddenly, unmistakable pride dripping from her voice.
“Won what?” Sanji asked muffled from where her face was buried between tits, kneading and squeezing them against herself.
“I made you cum more times.”
Sanji lifted her torso, bracing her palms on the mattress on either side of Zoro to glare at her in outrage.
“I’ll change that right now!”
Zoro laughed and thrust herself upward, switching their positions and preventing the blonde from drowning in her vaginal fluids like she wanted to.
“No, you’re gonna put your bikini on and relax at the resort, cook,” she said with finality, eye narrowed.
Sanji whined, anxiety fluttering in her stomach.
“But-”
“But nothing.” Zoro gave a brief kiss to the tip of her nose and got off the bed, extending a hand in invitation. “Come on. Go put on a clean one and let’s go before someone shows up to come get us.”
Sanji grumbled.
“Fine, I will… if you promise I can start using your breasts as pillows!”
Zoro scoffed, rolling her eye.
“Whatever you want, Sanji.”
With her pulse racing and warming her from the inside, Sanji let herself be pulled off the bed and went to the changing area, putting on a white bikini with pink starfish after cleaning herself up quickly. The top still didn’t look quite right on her body, but she was far too happy and relaxed to worry much about that detail. Besides…
“Damn, you’re beautiful…” Zoro exclaimed with a look of wonder as she took in Sanji’s full reflection in the mirror, already having put her own speedo and band back on.
Sanji very nearly combusted. Instead, she turned and leapt onto the swordswoman, wrapping her arms and legs around her and kissing her with all the love and gratitude reverberating loudly in her chest.
“Thank you, love,” she whispered against her lips as their foreheads touched.
Zoro clicked her tongue.
“Just don’t start treating me like you treat every woman you meet or you’ll lose all boob privileges!”
Sanji dropped from her arms, offended.
“I’d never do that, ‘cause you’re still a rude, classless moss-head!”
Zoro smirked and took her hand, lacing their fingers together.
“Good. Now let’s go, I wanna nap in the sun.”
Sanji rolled her eyes, but let herself be led out of the Sunny, lighting a cigarette without letting go of Zoro’s hand and walking through the resort with her chin held high, accepting that yes, that bikini did look good on her.