My Hot Roommate. {Sabo x Reader}

The Morning After.

A smirk plays on your lips as you stare at the discarded wedding dress on the other side of the room, it's a good thing that it hasn't been rented or anything because the store would not be impressed by the state it's in now, Sabo had practically ripped it off last night.

Speaking of the handsome blonde, you feel him stir beside you, the boy merely rolling onto his back though. 

Seems he's in a deep sleep this morning and after last night, you're not surprised.

The gift Koala had bought for you turned out to be a vibrator, so of course, Sabo had plenty of fun teasing you with it for hours before he finally lost his control and had to have his wicked way with you.

The naughty toy now lies on the floor with the scattered pieces of clothing, it's battery completely drained and the tip is all sticky. 

Snuggling yourself up to your man's chest, you place a gentle kiss over the scar that decorates the left side of his face, your fingers playing with locks of his hair idly as you admire his sleeping appearance. 

He's truly perfect...

You're glad that you and your groom had the honour of a bedroom at least, the guests who hadn't gone home had to find a free space either inside the beach house or outside to crash for the night. 

Pops had his own bedroom and the boys had theirs and honestly, you were shocked to hear that Thatch even has a room here, it lead you to asking why him and Robin had chosen a closet to have sex if that was the case.

Of course, he said it was Robin's idea so that if you woke up in the night, she could slip out of the closet and play it innocent whilst he hides. 

Luckily for them, and yourself, you hadn't woken up during their encounter. 

Your hand slowly trailing down from Sabo's strands and to his face instead, your fingers carefully brushing against his left cheek as you smile inwardly at his peaceful expression.

Such a cutie! 

"I thought you would hate it..." The blonde sleepily murmurs, drawing a confused hum from you as your brows knit together. "The scar, I know it's not the nicest thing to look at." He adds, eyes still closed and features still looking calm, a part of you begins to wonder if he's just talking in his sleep. 

But whatever the case, it personally offends you that he'd speak so lowly of himself, of his perfect face no less.

Although as tempting as it is to flick his forehead for such slander, you'll probably scare him since he seems like he's genuinely fast asleep, so instead you plant a sweet kiss on his lips. "You are truly beautiful, my husband." You lowly rasp, not missing the fact that his lips slowly morph into a content smile before he rolls back onto his side.

Since your lover isn't going to wake up quite yet, you decide to get out of bed alone.

Your tired and overworked legs struggling to carry your weight and when you slip into your panties you notice the stickiness between your thighs, it makes walking a real chore.

To cover your upper body, you merely grab Sabo's dress shirt from yesterday, slipping it over your shoulders before fastening the buttons whilst making your way outside, the piece of clothing sits just above your knees so it'll do perfectly. 

The beach house is obviously just beside the sand so there's no need for shoes as you hotfoot across the concrete and past the swimming pool, onto the sandy beach, the rising of the sun gives the sky a beautiful pinkish hue as the sand caresses your toes softly.

There's still a few wedding guests dotted around, they're all passed out though.

There's Shanks spooning with Chopper on the picnic blanket. Zoro sleeping beside them, the greenette slumped up against a cooler with the dog's leash tied around his wrist again, seems everybody uses the guy as a post.

There's Usopp and Yasopp a little off to the side, the two had seemingly passed out during a drinking contest, each holding a half-full glass of beer in their hands as they snore loudly, their faces buried into the wooden crate. 

Like father, like son.

And then there's Eustass Kid a little ways off in the distance, your teeth clamping down on your lip to stop yourself from laughing out loud.

He had passed out back-first into the sand and some joker has decided to bury most of his body, somehow managing to mould very realistic-looking breasts out of the earth, they also drew a mermaid tail into the part that's covering his legs. 

He looks so damn bizarre that you have to rush away from the scene before giggling to avoid waking everybody up. 

Making your way over to the water, you gently dip your toes into the ocean, something you immediately regret when you feel just how cold it is. 

"HOLY--!" Once again, you're pinching your lips together with your teeth as a shiver runs down your spine, backing up a little to distance yourself from the water - but you only find yourself slamming against something solid, an all-too-familiar laugh ringing in your ears.

"Cold~?" Your husband softly teases from behind you as his arms slip around your waist, his lips pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. 

You're pretty glad to feel that he's wearing clothing when you lean yourself back against him though, he's definitely shirtless but he's at least he's wearing his pants from yesterday.

His smile only brightening as he buries his nose into your hair. 

"Do you like it here~?" He asks calmly, the question throwing you off a little as you hum to yourself in thought.

"Hm...yeah, it's very gorgeous. Why?"

"Good~!" Sabo stepping back a little as he turns you around to face him, honestly how somebody can look so damn cute in the mornings, you do not know. The guy just always appears perfect. "Last night, Pops told me that we can live here if we wanted~!"

"What?!" Your eyes just about launch out of your skull as a big smile breaks out across your lips, your body acting on impulse and having you bonce up and down excitedly. "He did~?! He said that~?!"

Your cute cheerfulness only causing Sabo to chuckle again as he nods, the blonde taking a grasp on your hips and guiding them toward his own, pressing against you gently as his lips brush on yours. 

"He did~!" Your lover confirms before kissing you, his lips blending perfectly with yours as his hand slides up into your hair, his tongue slipping past your lips and capturing your own in a hot dance. 

Amazing how you've kissed him so many times now and yet, that spark inside your stomach is still very evident.

Upon breaking the contact, you stare up at the blonde with a smile, observing his every detail. 

He has a thing for your collarbones, sure, but you seem to have a thing for his face. 

His stare just never seems to leave you feeling indifferent. 

"I love you, my hot roommate." You finally murmur, causing his brow to quirk a little before he smiles gleefully. 

"I love you too, my hot zombie."

A giggle leaving your lips at his reference before you kiss him again.

This marriage is the best drunken decision I've ever made...

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