ㅤㅤ♡⃕ ﹙"slut!", jude bellingham.﹚
A/N Jude is my newest obsession, so yeah. Expect to see a lot of content on my page about him.
PAIRING Jude Bellingham x Fem!Reader
TW/TAGS Established relationship, use of the word "slut", slight angst, fluff. ENGLISH'S NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.
SUMMARY Even if everyone was against your relationship with Jude, he would still choose you and you would still choose him.
SONG "Slut!" by Taylor Swift.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN | JUDE'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST
Jude was the internet's boyfriend these days, and you knew it perfectly well.
And you also knew that the moment you started dating him, many people would like the idea of it and others not so much.
And you were worried about what those people said, of course you were. You got lost overthinking the situation but then Jude hugged you and it was as if everything disappeared, only the two of you existed in your little love nest.
"What's in that pretty little mind of yours, hmm?" He questioned, kissing your forehead, brushing one of your strands of hair behind your ear.
"It's nothing, honey." You denied, burying your face in his chest, losing yourself in the feeling of his embrace and he didn't press any further. He placed a kiss on your forehead again and rested his head on yours.
That night you both decided to go out to a club with some of his friends, you agreed to go with him because after all you needed to clear your mind from social media.
While there, both of you danced, drank and laughed with each other.
"I need to go to the bathroom." You warned Jude, giving him a peck on the lips and he nodded, giving you another.
"Okay, I'll wait here."
You hummed in affirmation and walked towards the women's bathroom to do whatever you needed.
When you were washing your hands, a black-haired girl came out of the bathroom and although you didn't give it much importance, you noticed her mocking smile when she noticed your presence.
"Slut." She murmured as she passed behind you, leaving the bathroom.
You stopped your actions in your tracks and analyzed her words.
"She just...?" You muttered to yourself, laughing in disbelief.
You dried your hands and left the bathroom, but your heart jumped a little when you saw the same girl next to your boyfriend. She seemed to be a fan because they were taking a photo.
You took a deep breath and walked towards them.
Jude's eyes lit up when he noticed you and he offered you one of his hands so that you could approach him.
"I missed you." He murmured, kissing your forehead. It was something he did often because he knew you liked it.
"Me too." Your gaze was still on the black-haired woman who looked at you up and down with the same mockery as before and left.
"Do you want something to drink?"
"Yes, vodka. Double." You asked, sitting next to him and he took care of getting you the drink.
The hours passed and the more they did, the more you drank to the point that you couldn't even stand without the risk of falling.
"Oh shit." You murmured between giggles as you left the club with Jude holding your waist firmly.
"Come on, this way, pretty girl." He guided you to his car and helped you get into the passenger seat.
The whole way to his apartment you were silent. The nickname the woman had called you echoed in your mind and the contemptuous way she looked at you.
Upon arrival, he once again helped you out of the car and into the house.
Closing the door, he picked you up bridal style and you giggled, resting your head on his chest, your fingers playing with one of the buttons on his shirt.
"I'm a lucky girl, right?" You murmured as he sat you down on the bathroom sink counter.
"I'm the lucky one, love."
He rummaged through your things for makeup removal supplies and you hummed, thinking about your response.
"Nah, I don't think so." you looked anywhere else but at him as he walked over and stood between your legs.
He frowned and tried to meet your gaze.
"y/n, you've been different since you came back from the bathroom, did something happen?"
You looked at him sideways, embarrassed to say your thoughts out loud but you did.
"Do you think I'm a slut?" You murmured thoughtfully.
"Wha...?"
"I mean, I know it sounds bad, but, I don't know," you brushed a strand of your hair that Jude always tucked behind your ear and continued talking. "A woman called me a slut today," you glanced at him again and played with your hands. "The woman who approached you about the photo."
"Babe..."
"Everyone loves you, that was my crime." You laughed ironically. "And if they call me a 'slut' it'll be worth it, I guess."
"Listen to me." He cupped your face by your cheeks and made you look into his eyes. "You are not what they say you are, you are the girl of my dreams." He made small circles with his thumbs on the apple of your cheekbones and you looked at him carefully. "You are beautiful, the purest soul I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, you are everything I need and if my 'fans' don't understand it then screw them, I'm not going to stop loving you because they don't like the idea of it. I won't, I'm in love with you."
You smiled and pressed your forehead to his, affectionately brushing your nose with his.
"Suddenly I stopped being drunk."
You both laughed at the occurrence and you kissed his lips lovingly.
"I'm in love with you, too."
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The Siren's Song
4,231 words | Sanji x Zoro | T | Part 3 of 3
Summary: The Straw Hats capture a siren after it attacks them for killing his mate. Sanji, named thusly by the moronic duo Usopp and Luffy, proves himself to be interesting company, and Zoro can't help but be fascinated by the creature, slowly but surely, falling under its spell.
AO3: Chandlure
AO3: Story Link
Part One Part Two
Zoro could feel the weight of someone's gaze on him, a faint tingling on his skin alerting him to their presence. With a scratch at the back of his neck, he acknowledged their watchful eye but didn't bother to open his own as he already knew who it was.
While he napped on deck, Sanji would keep a close eye on him, his face half submerged in the cool water of the aquarium. This odd practice began shortly after his imprisonment and was initially off-putting, but Zoro grew accustomed to it over time.
“Gah, you got me!” "A dramatic cry of defeat escaped Usopp's lips as he collapsed to the floor, his hand clutching at his chest in a mock wound. Sanji's mischievous grin only widened as he sprayed more water at the prone sniper, causing him to squeal and shake the droplets from his hair.
"Alright, alright, I give up!" Usopp surrendered, finally sitting up and squatting by the hatch. He pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to Sanji, who eagerly took it with a mischievous glint in his eye. Zoro strained to see what it was but could only catch a glimpse of Sanji's siren-like form, eagerly devouring whatever treat Usopp had given him. He’d been experimenting with meat cookies, but only Sanji and Luffy were brave enough to eat them.
“He seems to have relaxed around him,” Brook commented, sitting beside Zoro.
Usopp was sitting cross-legged by the hatch, flipping through a book and pointing out different images to a curious Sanji. The blonde leaned against the floor, his chin resting on folded arms as he listened intently to Usopp's explanations before eagerly turning the page. Occasionally, Sanji would point to a particular section of the book, prompting Usopp to elaborate further. "He was like that with you, too," Zoro said in response to Brook's observation, his gaze flickering between the two.
Brook leaned his bony frame against the mast, peering down at Zoro with his unblinking gaze. The swordsman could feel the weight of his stare, and he reluctantly rolled his head to meet Brook's eyes. Something about the skeleton's expression made Zoro pause, sensing more to come. "You seem distracted lately," Brook finally spoke up, his voice taking on a somber tone. Zoro raised an eyebrow, silently urging Brook to continue. “We think the siren may be affecting you.”
Zoro scoffed at that, “You think some curly-browed fish has me under their thrall? I’m not Luffy or Usopp.”
A small chuckle escaped Brook, "No, you are definitely not." His bony fingers tapped against his thigh as he considered Zoro's words.
“I won’t allow it to sink Sunny or kill the crew. Does that sound like something someone under a thrall would say?” Zoro asked him, amusement in his tone.
Brook bowed his head, “You’ve always had our best interests at heart.”
“Vessel to port!” Franky's voice boomed through the air, startling Zoro and Brook out of their conversation. They leapt to their feet and rushed over to meet the others in the middle of the deck by Usopp and Sanji.
Usopp's keen eyes spotted the ship approaching in the distance, its sails billowing with determination. “I can't make out their flag from here, but they're gaining on us quickly,” he reported, his hand gripping his eyeglass tightly.” It wasn’t long, however, before Usopp confirmed it seemed to be a brig of sorts. “Maybe merchants? Doesn’t look like a pirate or marine ship.”
Nami's eyes lit up with excitement as she exclaimed, "They'll surely have everything we need! There's no need to spend our hard-earned money in the next port!"
Usopp's brows furrowed at her statement; he didn't like stealing from other ships if they could avoid it. Unfortunately, their supplies were running low, and Nami had predicted it would be another week before they reached land. Reluctantly, he admitted, "We've run out of a lot of basics, and Nami said this morning that it’ll be at least another week until we hit land.” He admitted reluctantly. They could survive on what they had but really only had enough meat, coffee, tea, and grog for another day or two. The ship would be unbearable once those were gone.
Zoro turned to Luffy and asked, "What do you want to do?"
Without hesitation, Luffy declared, "Meat!" And so, the Straw Hats found themselves boarding a merchant ship in search of sustenance. The salty sea air filled their nostrils as they made their way onto the deck, ready to barter or fight for the nourishment that would get them through the last leg of their trip without killing each other.
~o0o~
The Straw Hats were met with unexpected resistance as they attempted to board the ship. The merchant vessel crew put up a fierce fight, surprising in its ferocity. But the Straw Hats, strong and agile, easily overpowered them and took control of the ship. With the defeated crew now locked away in the brig, the Straw Hats made an unexpected discovery - among them was someone they did not expect to find.
“Jaggy? What are you doing on a merchant ship? Where is your crew?” Luffy asked, confusion evident in his tone.
"Mind your damn business, Stupid Monkey," Kidd snarled back at him.
Having come out of a storage closet with several bags of rice and about to return to the Sunny, Usopp stopped to look over his shoulder. “Didn’t the Red-Haired Pirates destroy your ship?” Usopp's words cut like sharpened knives, slicing through the air with a sharpness that made Kidd flinch. “You’re lucky even to be alive.”
Kidd’s red hair, usually styled in a proud and towering fashion, now hung over his face in disarray, and he pushed the strands from his eyes. "Don't try to twist the truth," he snarled at Usopp, hands clenched into tight fists. "You know damn well what happened to my ship."
“Right, it was the giants under Shanks’ control, my bad. I should have been more specific," he taunted over his shoulder, goading Kidd further. The pirate captain lunged at him, but Usopp was too quick, darting out of reach with a smirk. With a quick jump, he was back on the Sunny and able to dodge the attack with ease.
Luffy's blood boiled with excitement as he watched the tense exchange between Kidd and Usopp, eager for a good fight. When Kidd's wild swing missed its mark, Luffy couldn’t resist teasing him a bit.“Jaggy, what’s with all the swinging and missing?” Luffy taunted, his grin widening as he moved to deliver his own punch.
Kidd narrowed his eyes and charged toward Luffy, his metallic arm crackling with energy. In his haste, he failed to notice that Luffy had extended his leg. Just as he lunged forward, his foot caught Luffy’s, sending him hurtling forward in a spectacular displacement of ungraceful piratical acrobatics off the merchant ship and onto the Sunny.
"Kidd, look out!" Luffy's warning came too late as the siren lunged forward, jaws snapping shut around Kidd's flailing form. With one powerful pull, Sanji dragged Kidd beneath the water's surface, the crunching of bones, a spray of blood, and bubbles marking their descent. A glance down the hatch revealed the gruesome aftermath, the once pristine water now stained red with Kidd's blood.
~o0o~
Kidd aside, the raiding of the small merchant ship had provided them with enough food to last for several weeks. They carefully selected only what they would need for their journey to the next island, leaving the merchants with a decent amount of their provisions still intact. As a gesture of goodwill, Luffy had Nami leave a nice-sized bag of beri as compensation for their troubles.
After he helped Usopp with the dishes, Zoro emerged from the kitchen with a bottle of grog in hand. He took a deep breath as the cool night air hit his face and allowed himself to relax. He leaned heavily against the taffrail and stared into the vast darkness that seemed to go on forever before him. A splash from the hatch drew his attention to Sanji, who had likely come up after hearing his footsteps on the deck. “Mosshead.”
Zoro groaned and pressed his head to the railing, feeling the rough wood beneath his skin. The siren had bestowed him with yet another ridiculous nickname, one that he had explicitly asked to be spared from. "I told you not to call me that, curly-brow," he grumbled, taking a swig from his bottle of grog before moving to sit beside the hatch. With one arm propped up on his raised knee, he loosely held a bottle of grog in his other hand.
Sanji's blue, sparkling eyes regarded him from below, their depths filled with amusement. He rested his cheek upon a closed fist, his other hand's fingers tapping against the wood in a rhythmic motion. A wide smile adorned his features, revealing a charming dimple on his left cheek and causing Zoro's heart to skip a beat.
“Thank you for dinner.” Sanji's voice was warm and sincere
The swordsman responded with a low, guttural grunt, and his intense gaze remained fixed on Sanji. "Only a monster would find pleasure in taking another's life," he declared firmly.
Sanji raised an eyebrow, contemplating Zoro's words. "You kill," he pointed out calmly.
Zoro's frown deepened, and he shifted uneasily. "That's different," he muttered, unable to meet Sanji's questioning gaze.
Mystified, Sanji cocked his head to the side, his eyes narrowing in confusion. "Why?" he asked earnestly, searching for an explanation from this man who always seemed so sure of himself and his actions.
Zoro's brow furrowed as he considered the question, his eyes shifting to the ground and then back up to meet Sanji's gaze. His lips parted to reply, but he hesitated. How could he possibly explain the complexities of his code and reasons for killing? "I kill for protection," he finally spoke, his voice deep and firm. The weight of those words hung heavily in the air as he took a swig of grog, the fiery liquid burning down his throat. He then pointed the bottle at Sanji, his expression serious. "But you...you kill to consume."
“I to eat,” Sanji said with a shrug. “So, how are we different?” A sly smile crept onto his face, revealing a row of sharp teeth that gave Zoro a chill down his spine. “You're handsome and thirsty for blood…”
Zoro couldn't help but snort at the remark, “And so are you?”
Sanji's grin widened as he met Zoro's gaze, “You think I handsome?” he purred, his voice dripping with playful arrogance. This made Zoro roll his eyes in exasperation, but he couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. Of course, Sanji knew he was handsome - it was one of his many infuriating qualities.
In the soft moonlight, Zoro studied Sanji's features - the beautiful golden hair that cascaded across his shoulders, the smooth, light blue skin that seemed to glow with an otherworldly radiance, and the powerful muscles rippling beneath. Even his light blue eyes held a spark that reminded Zoro of a clear tropical sea. If he didn’t have the tail of a fish and the claws and teeth to pull flesh from bone, he might have bed him. Zoro took a deep drink from his grog.
Sanji's curious gaze fixed on the glass bottle in Zoro’s hand, his finger pointing towards its contents. "What's that?" he asked, his head tilting inquisitively.
“Grog.” He replied, noting Sanji’s attentive head tilt, “It’s water mixed with alcohol.”
“Al-co-hol.” Clearly, Sanji did not understand what alcohol was.
The man sensed Sanji's lack of understanding and asked, "Have you ever tasted alcohol before?" Sanji shook his head in response, his curiosity piqued by this foreign concept.
With every sip of alcohol he took, a warm, tingling sensation spread through his veins. Perhaps it was the effects of the drink or his ever-present curiosity about Sanji, but Zoro found himself willing to indulge the siren with a taste. A slight smirk played at the corner of his lips as he considered the possibilities. Could fish get drunk?
Zoro leaned in closer, carefully taking Sanji's chin in his hand. His touch was surprisingly gentle for someone known for their brute strength. "Open your mouth, curly-brow," he commanded, his voice low and enticing. The siren's expression registered confusion for a brief moment before he obediently complied.
With a gentle hand, Zoro poured the grog into the siren's mouth, watching as Sanji swallowed it down. But instead of delight, he watched with amusement as Sanji first swallowed, then gagged, and finally disappeared under the water. The siren writhed and twisted in discomfort, its open jaw revealing sharp teeth as it tried to rid itself of the unpleasant taste.
Zoro couldn't help but laugh at the reaction. It reminded him of his own first experience with alcohol - how he had despised the burning sensation and bitter flavor. Sanji resurfaced, his expression showing that he had successfully rid himself of the taste.
“So, how do you like it?” Zoro asked with a smile still on his lips.
Sanji grimaced and pointed indignantly at his stomach as if accusing Zoro of trying to poison him. "Bad. It hurts."
Zoro couldn't help but chuckle at the reaction. "True. But if you drink enough, you'll find it makes you feel much better." He took another swig from the bottle, enjoying the warmth that spread through his body. He could feel the siren's eyes watching intently as he drank.
Something about the look he gave made him pause and truly take in the siren's face. He was captivated by the soft, feathery dark lashes that framed a pair of eyes that seemed to reflect the warm glow of the moonlight. The pink hue of his plump lips curved up into a gentle smile, inviting and alluring. Zoro couldn't resist the urge to reach out and run his thumb over their softness, yearning to feel their warmth against his skin.
Sanji's smile widened at his touch, and Zoro couldn't help but return it, his heart fluttering at the sight. His head began to spin, and he felt a sense of intoxication as he leaned down, parting his lips and locking gazes with Sanji's mesmerizing eyes...
He suddenly jolted.
Zoro drew back and frowned. “Stop that,” he growled. There was a hunger in those eyes.
Sanji merely tilted his head questioningly.
With an exasperated huff, Zoro downed the rest of his grog and glared at Sanji with a raised eyebrow. "You know exactly what I'm talking about," he growled menacingly, his voice laced with a hint of danger. "Don't act innocent, you monster."
The realization had hit him like a ton of bricks, sobering him up completely. His face had been dangerously close to the siren's face, their breaths mingling. He had been mere inches from the beast’s sharp teeth and claws. The creature had almost had him at his mercy, and that worried him.
With a heavy sigh, he pulled himself up and kicked the hatch closed before hurrying towards the men's cabin. He collapsed onto his bunk, taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart and push away thoughts of the siren.
Except, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t.
~o0o~
The anticipation on board the ship was palpable as news met them that they would make port tomorrow after what seemed like an eternity. The crew buzzed with excitement, their minds already wandering to all the things they would do and see once they set foot on land. Everyone, that is, except Zoro.
He sat idly, scratching at the irritated skin on his neck while sweat trickled down his back. The relentless heat of the day was almost suffocating, making everything feel sticky and uncomfortable. But there was more than just physical discomfort bothering him.
Since that drunken night, his sleep had been restless as he dreamed of the sea and Sanji.
He wiped his sweat-soaked brow and laid his emerald robe against the railing of the stairs. He longed to explore the bustling streets and visit the local bars and blacksmiths. A welcome escape from the frustrations that had built up over the last month. He craved the feeling of numbness that only a good amount of alcohol could provide, enough to drown out his desires for a creature that was half man, half fish, and all vengeance.
But a part of him didn't want to ever reach port. For with each passing day, he grew more attached to Sanji, their captive siren. They couldn't keep him forever, and despite joking about it, he would never allow the crew to sell him. The alternative—killing him—was out of the question. It seemed they would have no choice but to eventually let him go, and that thought weighed heavily on his heart.
The pull towards the siren had initially been subtle, a mere curiosity that gradually evolved into a deep fascination. Sanji's presence was like a breath of fresh air; his innocence and humor were a welcome change from the chaos of Zoro's world. And there was no denying his physical appeal - the sharp lines of his face, the glint in his eye, the way his voice seemed to wrap around Zoro like a warm embrace.
He had increasingly become aware of being drawn to the siren. At first it had been curiosity, but then he had come to enjoy his company. Sanji was different; he was innocent, he made him laugh, and he was handsome. He couldn’t deny his attraction.
But as Zoro felt himself falling deeper under Sanji's spell, he couldn't help but question his feelings. Was this truly what he wanted? Or was he being manipulated by a seductive monster who enticed unsuspecting sailors into their doom?
The thought that this attraction might result from Sanji’s manipulation terrified him. If that were true, it meant he couldn't tell the difference between what was real and what was not. He couldn’t trust his own thoughts, and it left him confused and unsure.
Either way, Brook had been right; Sanji was affecting him.
As the morning light filtered through the ship's windows, he made a conscious decision not to feed Sanji himself. The closer he was to the siren, the stronger his attraction grew, and it became harder to resist. He couldn't shake off the memory of their previous evening when his hand had brushed against Sanji's lips as he fed him. A spark of desire had ignited within him, and he had to pull away before it consumed him.
His gaze had lingered on Sanji, taking in every detail of his alluring appearance. Water droplets glistened on his chin, slowly trickling down his soft neck. His thoughts drifted to tracing that same path with his fingers and feeling the warmth of Sanji's skin beneath them. He quickly shook off these thoughts, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment.
He forced himself to look down at his hands and broke himself from the memory, gripping the taffrail so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He couldn't let anyone see how much the siren affected him. His eyes scanned those on deck, lingering on Usopp and Luffy, who were standing closest to Sanji. Neither of them seemed affected by the siren.
His gaze started to drift towards the hatch…
He jolted back to attention as Franky approached with a glass of ice water. "Chopper said we need to stay hydrated. It's not safe to be dehydrated today."
"Thanks," he replied gratefully, accepting the refreshing drink. As the cool liquid traveled down his throat, he could feel it washing away some of his worries and confusion.
He eagerly took the glass and gulped down the cool liquid. But on his second mouthful, he suddenly choked, coughing and sputtering as the water went down the wrong way. His throat burned, and he gasped for air, feeling embarrassed and annoyed at his clumsiness. But nothing he did was working, and he fell to the deck gasping.
Upon seeing Zoro's distress, Usopp sprang into action and rushed to his aid.
The crew was in chaos, wholly distracted by Zoro's sudden collapse, which gave the perfect opportunity for the siren to make its move. With a single swift motion, it burst out of its tank, causing an explosion of wood and water that knocked out Nami, who had been standing nearby. Without hesitation, the siren rolled across the deck and tackled Zoro, sending them both plummeting overboard into the ocean's dark depths.
Luffy's voice pierced through the chaos as he shouted a warning to his crewmate before Zoro disappeared beneath the surface with a resounding splash. The chilling cold of the water enveloped him as he frantically searched for his friend's flailing form.
Without warning, the siren's icy grip pulled Zoro into the merciless depths of the sea. Panic seized him as he struggled against the beast's claws, his lungs burning for a breath of air.
The creature savagely tore at his neck, determined to keep its prey from escaping. The cruel sea was the siren's domain, and it seemed determined to claim its victim. Zoro's muscles burned with exertion as he desperately tried to break free, his lungs screaming for relief from the icy water.
Just when he thought he couldn't hold on any longer, he summoned every last shred of energy and delivered a powerful kick to the siren's gut. With an agonized screech, it released him, tearing away his shirt in the process.
Barely able to see through his stinging eyes and gasping for air, Zoro propelled himself toward the surface. Every second felt like an eternity as he fought against the pull of the water, and he was already weak. The need to breathe became too intense. His strokes slowed until they stilled, and he finally gave in to the involuntary need to fill his lungs.
As the icy water engulfed him, a final bitter thought filled his mind: the creature had finally exacted its revenge. As he sank deeper into the sea he so loved, every part of him resigned to his watery grave.
He waited for the darkness to claim him.
Except that didn’t happen. That moment never came.
His eyes flew open in disbelief as he realized he was still alive, somehow breathing in the suffocating depths. His trembling hand immediately went to his neck where he felt a strange fluttering sensation as he drew breath. For a moment, he was frozen in shock. He had been submerged under the vast ocean, yet inexplicably, he was still alive.
The murky water stirred beside him, causing him to whirl around instinctively, ready to defend himself against any potential threat. His muscles tensed, and his fists clenched, prepared for another battle with the siren.
But to his surprise, Sanji was not attacking him. The siren floated nearby, its ethereal form barely moving except for the occasional graceful flick of its silvery blue tail. His hair swayed gently in the current, creating a mesmerizing dance of colors in the sunlight filtering through the water. Despite its previous menacing appearance, the siren seemed almost peaceful now, as if it had no intention of causing harm.
Sanji’s sharp eyes followed his every move. His head was slightly tilted, indicating alertness.
His eyes were observing him—the tilted head indicating attentiveness.
Confusion clouded his mind. He could still vividly recall the ease with which the creature had escaped its tank and dragged him into the depths of the sea. It was evident that Sanji had the ability to leave at any moment, which meant he was never honestly held captive. Yet, he had chosen to stay on board the ship. But why?
A sinking feeling settled in his gut as he tried to make sense of everything.
"When you kill a siren, another will take its place. It is just as the boy said." Memories flooded back to his first encounter with Sanji. He remembered the warnings about killing sirens and how another would take its place. Had he unwittingly caused all of this chaos?
The siren approached as the horrified pirate realized his fate.
Webbed hands, smooth and slick like a seal's, tenderly cupped his cheeks. The large blue eyes peering into his soul seemed to drink him in, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable. A rubbery thumb brushed over his lower lip, sending shivers down his spine as Sanji tilted his head to get a better look at him. Zoro's heart pounded in his chest, but he was unable to move or make a sound; he felt strangely paralyzed by the intense gaze of the creature before him.
Sanji drew him closer. Zoro couldn't help but notice how surprisingly warm their bodies were against each other. And then it happened - those familiar lips he had longed for firmly pressed against his own. A rush of desire washed over Zoro, filling him with a longing and yearning he had never experienced.
He recognized it immediately - this feeling had grown steadily within him ever since he met Sanji. It pulled at him, drawing him towards the siren and changing him in ways he couldn't explain. Giving in to the desire, Zoro responded eagerly to Sanji's kiss.
And then it clicked. All this time, Sanji had been waiting for him - his new mate.
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