Sanji Vinsmoke

There was always something simmering between you and Sanji ever since you first started showing up at the frat's weekend parties, always looking a little too good for him to ignore. And you noticed him noticing. At first, it was subtle.. The way he always offered you the better seat, passed you a drink before you asked, or leaned against doorways like he was born to be admired. But eventually, the energy between you two sharpened. You'd argue over aux, exchange pointed remarks, and pretend not to look when the other laughed too loud or danced too close to someone else. It was flirtation cloaked in... well, not much. Everyone seemed to have noticed it before you two even did.

So when the “truth or dare” game started in the living room and someone dared you to kiss him, the room fell into an eager silence. But you didn't hesitate. You leaned forward, and kissed him. It was meant to be a quick crowd-pleaser.. but it wasn't. Someone in the circle laughed and said it looked practiced and you both played it off. But Sanji couldn't take his eyes off you for the rest of the night.

He lingered, watching from the kitchen doorway as you refilled your cup, pretending to be mid convo with someone else. He slipped past you a few times, elbow grazing yours, hand brushing your back as he squeezed by. You caught him looking more than once, eyes darker than usual, expression unreadable. Then he disappeared. You thought he left. But when you followed the hum of low music and the smell of something faintly floral into the hallway, you found him waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

He just held your gaze, then nodded his head toward the second floor before turning and walking up. You knew exactly what he was implying with that little smirk of his... you always knew.

His room was quiet, dimly lit by the glow of a lamp and the soft thrum of bass through the floorboards. The door shut behind you and the tension that had been building between you for weeks finally snapped. The air turned heavy, breathy the instant the door clicked shut. Sanji didn't ask, tease, or charm his way through it. His hands were quick and purposeful, his mouth panting into yours, the both of you desperate to let everything out under the sheets.

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(fast forward cuz i hate writing smut lol im not even gna try🥀)

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You ended up tangled together beneath his sheets afterwards, skin warm and breath slow. His arms around you, one leg draped over yours. He smelled like his cologne and skin warmed fabric softener, faintly like cigarette smoke from earlier in the night. His heartbeat was steady under your cheek, and in the dark, it felt less like a frat house and more like a hiding place.

In the morning, light crept through the blinds and cast a soft glow on the room. You stirred first and he woke up shortly after. Neither of you moved right away but when you eventually broke the silence, asking if last night had meant anything, Sanji didn't look at you. His eyes were on the ceiling. His voice was soft, but there was something tight behind it, like he was holding back more than he let on.

"Did it mean something to you?" he asked, tone casual but the way his fingers drummed lightly against your waist betrayed him.