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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,665
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own One Piece. I make no profit from this fanfiction whatsoever, either.
Frantic
Frantic
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, strong sexual imagery.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece~
Rating: R
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There was only one word Sanji could use to describe Zoro when they were having sex. And – unbelievably – it wasn’t shit. Which was weird, because Sanji absolutely loved the word, and Zoro didn’t seem to have any experience in bed. In any case, the word itself was ‘frantic’. The way the other man ripped at his clothes and pushed him up against whatever was around made it hard to think of a better one. The kisses that were pressed to his neck barely stayed at first, and the fumbling with his pants seemed to last forever under the swordsman’s fingers.
The guy could cut through steel with one swing, but undoing a pair of trousers seemed beyond him when he was in this state, all sweat and heat and swearwords as he towered over the cook. Barely. Somehow Sanji always managed to get caught up in his stupid pace, gripping at his shoulders and head while rocking back against him with all of his might.
Eventually they would get out of the clothes and fuck until they were both satisfied, panting on the floor – or wherever else they were – before Sanji would disentangle himself and stalk off. But after the romp, the swordsman would always revert to his almost stoic self and act as if nothing had happened at all. And the cook thought that was fine. He didn’t want the crew to know about their ‘nakama with benefits’ deal anyway.
It was far easier to get along if everyone stayed impartial with each other. Besides, he didn’t want anyone else to see the look on the swordsman’s face when he had finally pushed inside, or to hear the groan when he would orgasm.
Only Sanji got to see those things, and that was how he wanted it to stay.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, strong sexual imagery.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece~
Rating: R
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There was only one word Sanji could use to describe Zoro when they were having sex. And – unbelievably – it wasn’t shit. Which was weird, because Sanji absolutely loved the word, and Zoro didn’t seem to have any experience in bed. In any case, the word itself was ‘frantic’. The way the other man ripped at his clothes and pushed him up against whatever was around made it hard to think of a better one. The kisses that were pressed to his neck barely stayed at first, and the fumbling with his pants seemed to last forever under the swordsman’s fingers.
The guy could cut through steel with one swing, but undoing a pair of trousers seemed beyond him when he was in this state, all sweat and heat and swearwords as he towered over the cook. Barely. Somehow Sanji always managed to get caught up in his stupid pace, gripping at his shoulders and head while rocking back against him with all of his might.
Eventually they would get out of the clothes and fuck until they were both satisfied, panting on the floor – or wherever else they were – before Sanji would disentangle himself and stalk off. But after the romp, the swordsman would always revert to his almost stoic self and act as if nothing had happened at all. And the cook thought that was fine. He didn’t want the crew to know about their ‘nakama with benefits’ deal anyway.
It was far easier to get along if everyone stayed impartial with each other. Besides, he didn’t want anyone else to see the look on the swordsman’s face when he had finally pushed inside, or to hear the groan when he would orgasm.
Only Sanji got to see those things, and that was how he wanted it to stay.