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❝𝑰 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔
𝑰❜𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 ❜𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰❜𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 ❜𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆...❞
𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊 was a womanizer and everybody knew that. Each day, he'd be seen holding the hand of a different woman. Now, how long has he been doing that?
It would be impossible to tell, and it certainly would be impossible to think of the exact amount of women he'd slept with.
Being a charmer, it wouldn't be surprising if women were caught in his spell. A few gentleman-like gestures and a few sweet nothings whispered to their ears, and he'd have them wrapped around his finger.
❝ 𝑰𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰❜𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅
𝑰❜𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆
𝑰❜𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆...❞
Sanji used to think that women were like fine cigarettes and, boy, did he love his cigarettes. Whenever he saw a woman that piqued his interest, he'd always approach them and ask them for a light.
Lucky him that every woman he approached actually smoked.
Of course, being the afficionate chainsmoker he was, he would never even dream of going outside without a light and at least a full packet of Marlboro, often regretting going out with only one instead of two. He knew he had to cut down on the amount of nicotine, but the addictive sensation of bliss the substance provided would always take over him. He was just too weak.
And once they bit the trap, the young, handsome man wouldn't miss the opportunity to talk to them. Time ago, women would just give them a scared look and go away; some would just ignore him.
Like cooking, mastering his technique required lots of time, as well as trial and error. Over the years, his flirting skills improved, and the blonde learned to do and say what women just liked. He liked to think of himself as a devote for them, taking care of his women was the most important task in his life, not only behid closed doors.
...However, this was always a one stand thing (although questionable, he liked to think of this as basic table ettiquete: never ask for seconds) and, no matter how much they ask him to stay, their pleads would fall on deaf ears. Once he said his goodbyes, there was no way in which they would ever see him again.
So many hearts had he broken, but Sanji didn't care; his sight was already set on another girl by that time.
But, even the womanizers fall in love eventually; there's no escape for that. Everyone gets their endgame, sooner or later.
How funny, to see that the non-commital Vinsmoke Sanji actually had a weakness...
And that weakness was you.
❝ 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 ❞
Vinsmoke Sanji had surrendered to you. You couldn't do to him what you were doing, like a devil in angel clothes, behind that pretty face of yours, you were crushing his heart. But he didn't care. Everything he was, oh, it was for you.
Was it your body? Was it your smile? Were your eyes? Was it your demeanour? Was it the sound of your voice? He'd never make up his mind about what could have trapped him so badly, but if you were a fine wine, he wanted to get so damn drunk.
It was in a bar, you were drowning her sorrows in booze at the counter bar; he was with his friends having a good time.
Getting out of a though relationship's never easy for anyone, and seriously it wasn't for you. If only you had realized sooner, if only you had someone who would love you for who you were and not take you for granted...
The pain was so big that anything you could do to forget about it, no matter how stupid or who you did it with, you'd do it. You just wanted to forget.
And that's when Sanji came in. He was walking to the counter in order to ask for a drink, when he spotted your figure. You were sitting on the counter, the ice of your whiskey half melted as you continued to stir your glass, boringly staring at it.
"Excuse me, ma'am." He called out to you without thinking, as if he had been put into auto-pilot mode, a response activated every time he saw a woman of his liking. "Do you have a light?"
A sniffle caught his attention, and he suddenly regretted bothering you. Panic slowly rose, as he was thinking about what to do in a situation like this. But, before he could even do anything, you lifted your sight from your glass and turned to him.
"No, sorry. I don't smoke." You reply, turning to him. Teary eyes met his and Sanji couldn't help but to feel guilty, yet so... awestruck.
Those eyes were the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen in his life. You were so beautiful yet so sad... it was kind of a sad beauty.
Your make up had smudged, trails of dark eyeliner were drying on your cheeks. Your hair, once in a fine ponytail, was now messy. And your curves, hugged by a short beautiful dress; Sanji couldn't help but roam your whole body with his gaze, taking note of every piece of clevage visible. And you thought it was suitable for the occasion; you wanted to seek comfort on strangers that could make you forget how miserable you were.
Sanji had to admit it, you looked like a godess. Like a broken one, but still a godess.
At least that's what he thought.
"Besides, it's not like you actually need one, right?"
You said, gaze flickering to the hand in his pocket. His eyes widened and he mentally slapped himself for that unconscious habit of his. Had it been any other woman, they probably wouldn't have noticed. Up to that moment, he hadn't even noticed himself.
But, right now, he tried to fight the crimson threatening to tint his cheeks with embarrassment.
"You know," You added, raising your almost empty glass. "If you just wanted to talk to me, you could've just bought me a drink. After all, I've already ran out of booze."
So he did. You had him wrapped around your finger. He'd buy you anything you wanted, and more. His heart rampaged and his lust for you could only grow minute by minute; for him, you were acting as if you were doing it on purpose, how you'd lick your lips every now and then when you talked, how you'd uncross and then cross your legs, the edge of your dress so dangerously up, and him waiting -or, better, wishing- he could get a glimpse of your underwear.
He wasn't ashamed of his perverted thoughts towards you, but if you didn't stop... he wasn't sure whether he could take it much longer.
It was after a drink or two that it finally happened happened, you being the one coming up with the idea of ditching the gloomy place. You held his hand and, with a 'let's go somewhere else' , he finally lost it.
As soon as he closed his apartment's door, he wasted no time in pinning you against the nearest wall and claim your lips as his. It didn't take too long for you both to surrender to pleasure. His hands explored your skin as if it was unknown territory, so desperately but yet so kindly.
He treated you the way you expected to be treated for a long time. No one had ever given you love like this, and you loved every single moment of it. You felt so alive, and Sanji felt so addicted.
You'd go again and again, until the sun rose the morning after, shining on your bare skins. He embraced you and let you lay your head on his chest, and you swore that never in your life had you slept so peacefully.
Yet, for Sanji, this was just like with any other girl he would hook up with.
just like with any other girl...
"Free, on my own that's the way I used to be
But since I met you baby love's got a hold on me..."
As the weeks passed, Y/N and the blonde man got closer and closer, hanging out almost everyday. He'd always pick her up from work and then take her to the finest coffee shop on East Blue City and listen to what she talked about, even though it was the silliest thing or not, as it was the most important thing on the world.
And slowly, Sanj found himself thinking about Y/N everytime, on how she talked to him about everything and nothing at the same time in a restless night, after passion would take over themselves. He memorised every single feature on her face, which he couldn't bring himself to stop looking at. He thought about the delighted faces that she'd make when he cooked her favourite dishes at his home. He thought about the way that she said his name, everytime, whether it was in the bed or not. And without realising, he was falling in love, and it was clear to him that she was too.
"Ooh it's got a hold on me now, hey
I can't let go of you baby
I can't stop lovin' you now, hey"
When he came up on terms with his feelings, the young blonde was decided to confess to Y/N because, even though they spent a lot of time together and have hooked up several times, there wasn't anything serious going on. So, Sanji invited her over, cooked the best plate ever, bought the finest wine, set up the mood with dim light and soft jazz music, and dressed up with his finest suit. He even wore a blue tie, as Y/N would say that it made his blue eyes stand out.
After dinner and a few glasses of wine, pleasure took over again. But this time it was different: it wasn't just fucking, it was full of love. He made sure to prioritize her pleasure above his, and after some rounds, they fell asleep; Y/N's head against Sanji's chest, his arms encircling her figure, their legs tangling against each other. He guessed there was no need for words after a gesture of love like that.
The morning after, the sun rised and the room enlightened their bare sleeping bodies. It was quiet until her phone started ringing. At first, Y/N didn't seem to keen on the idea of picking up, but when she saw who it was, she suddenly felt her heart missing a beat. It was her ex-boyfriend, Eustass Kid. So, Y/N picked up and headed towards the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She listened to the redhead say that he was so sorry, that he didn't want to be without her, that he wanted to try again and make it better... In other words, it was the same old situation, but she always fell for that. After all, Eustass Kid was her first love.
Dressing up as quickly as she could, she gathered her purse and was ready to leave, but stopped on her heels and thinking for a few minutes, she decided to leave a note for Sanji on his living room's table. After a few words written, she left and never looked back.
When the blonde woke up, he found himself lying on an empty bed, missing Y/N's figure.
"'Cause I fooled around(...) [and] fell in love..."
He headed to the living room, figuring out she'd woken up and was having breakfast, when he found a yellow piece of paper lying on the table, the handwritting was kind of rushed and messy. He picked up the note and read it:
"Dear Sanji,
I had so much fun last night. Thank you for all these weeks, for making me feel important, you are such a gentleman and I hope one day you'll find a good woman who deserves you. Please, don't call or look for me anymore.
I hope you understand, I'm sorry and, again, thank you so much.
[Y/N]."
"...Fooled around, fooled around, yes I did
(...) Fooled around, I fell in love"
His heart was aching, his eyes watering up and suddenly his home felt too big and lonely.