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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,676
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.
Anniversary
Anniversary
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, smutty (handjob).
Disclaimer: I really don’t own One Piece. Nor do I make any profit from this fanfiction.
Rating: R
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Feeling Zoro’s hands trace patterns down his stomach, Sanji couldn’t help but go red as the other man murmured stupid things like ‘happy anniversary’ into his ear. Situated between Zoro’s legs but facing away, he felt incredibly embarrassed by the hardness pushing against the seat of his pants.
Tilting his head back and letting out a sigh, he shuddered when warm lips brushed his ear, the phrase being mumbled again as the idiot shoved his hand down his pants. As the hand wrapped around him, Sanji let out a gasp, grabbing onto Zoro’s thighs as he started to get close.
“Say it,” Zoro murmured, letting go without warning. “And I’ll continue.” Feeling trapped by the demand, Sanji reached down to try and touch himself, groaning when Zoro grasped his wrist and pulled it behind his back, keeping him at bay. “Come on.”
Still being stubborn, Sanji bit onto his bottom lip, determined not to say it. He didn’t want to think about the fact that they’d been ‘together’ for a year, didn’t want to think about the women he had come into contact with and failed at wooing. But he had little choice; his cock was throbbing like mad and the body warming his back made him feel horny…
“Ha-Happy anniversary, shithead.” He grumbled, a little surprised Zoro even remembered the date, let alone gave a shit about how long they’d been getting into each other’s pants. But he’d never pretended to understand the stupid swordsman in the first place, so why should he have started now?
Feeling Zoro smirk against his skin, he gasped as the hand grasped him again, moving a lot more firmly than before. Crying out in orgasm, he was surprised when Zoro pulled back, shoving one of Sanji’s hands into his own pants.
“Your turn.”
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, smutty (handjob).
Disclaimer: I really don’t own One Piece. Nor do I make any profit from this fanfiction.
Rating: R
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Feeling Zoro’s hands trace patterns down his stomach, Sanji couldn’t help but go red as the other man murmured stupid things like ‘happy anniversary’ into his ear. Situated between Zoro’s legs but facing away, he felt incredibly embarrassed by the hardness pushing against the seat of his pants.
Tilting his head back and letting out a sigh, he shuddered when warm lips brushed his ear, the phrase being mumbled again as the idiot shoved his hand down his pants. As the hand wrapped around him, Sanji let out a gasp, grabbing onto Zoro’s thighs as he started to get close.
“Say it,” Zoro murmured, letting go without warning. “And I’ll continue.” Feeling trapped by the demand, Sanji reached down to try and touch himself, groaning when Zoro grasped his wrist and pulled it behind his back, keeping him at bay. “Come on.”
Still being stubborn, Sanji bit onto his bottom lip, determined not to say it. He didn’t want to think about the fact that they’d been ‘together’ for a year, didn’t want to think about the women he had come into contact with and failed at wooing. But he had little choice; his cock was throbbing like mad and the body warming his back made him feel horny…
“Ha-Happy anniversary, shithead.” He grumbled, a little surprised Zoro even remembered the date, let alone gave a shit about how long they’d been getting into each other’s pants. But he’d never pretended to understand the stupid swordsman in the first place, so why should he have started now?
Feeling Zoro smirk against his skin, he gasped as the hand grasped him again, moving a lot more firmly than before. Crying out in orgasm, he was surprised when Zoro pulled back, shoving one of Sanji’s hands into his own pants.
“Your turn.”