ZoSan drabbles
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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,681
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Sensitive
Sensitive
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: Porny, ZoroxSanji, foot fetish.
Disclaimer: Don’t own One Piece, blah blah no profit etc.
Rating: R
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Reaching down to grasp the foot securely in his hand, Zoro looked over Sanji’s sweating body with a bit of pride. The cook’s hands were pressed against his face to try and hide its redness even as he trembled; his body giving away what expression he’d be holding. Despite Sanji’s greatest efforts, Zoro always knew – or at least had a fairly good idea – what the blonde’s face would look like when he touched any of the lower part of his body.
For his fighting style, Sanji was surprisingly sensitive when it came to his legs, and Zoro used this knowledge entirely to his advantage, straying hands gently over the soft skin whenever the cook seemed like he was going to fight back. Somehow just that simple touch was enough to make Sanji cry out and bury his face in whatever was closest, stopping any complaints he may have had.
Whenever the swordsman did something he particularly liked, the cook would try to block off his voice; not wanting the others to find them, though Zoro himself didn’t care either way. As long as they didn’t move in on his territory, they could look and know all they liked. Not that he particularly wished for them to see – because Sanji was his dammit, and only he should be able to gaze upon all the nooks and crannies of his lean body – but having them aware of it could only be a good idea. At least in Zoro’s mind; he was definitely sure the blonde thought differently on the matter.
In any case, all he wanted right now was to ravish the cook to the point where Sanji would say his name and regret it later. So he lifted the foot to his mouth and started to lick over the toes, smirking when the blonde pushed at his head and whined. Ignoring his complaints, he took one into his mouth, massaging the rest of his foot with his hands even as Sanji squirmed and tried to pull it out of his grip.
He hadn’t received a kick to the face yet, so he was going to assume it was alright.
Chuckling, he moved to lap over the cook’s ankle, looking up at him cheekily. The look of pleasure and shame on Sanji’s face was too fucking hot. Crawling up the cook’s body, he pushed himself between his thighs, kissing his lips softly.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: Porny, ZoroxSanji, foot fetish.
Disclaimer: Don’t own One Piece, blah blah no profit etc.
Rating: R
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Reaching down to grasp the foot securely in his hand, Zoro looked over Sanji’s sweating body with a bit of pride. The cook’s hands were pressed against his face to try and hide its redness even as he trembled; his body giving away what expression he’d be holding. Despite Sanji’s greatest efforts, Zoro always knew – or at least had a fairly good idea – what the blonde’s face would look like when he touched any of the lower part of his body.
For his fighting style, Sanji was surprisingly sensitive when it came to his legs, and Zoro used this knowledge entirely to his advantage, straying hands gently over the soft skin whenever the cook seemed like he was going to fight back. Somehow just that simple touch was enough to make Sanji cry out and bury his face in whatever was closest, stopping any complaints he may have had.
Whenever the swordsman did something he particularly liked, the cook would try to block off his voice; not wanting the others to find them, though Zoro himself didn’t care either way. As long as they didn’t move in on his territory, they could look and know all they liked. Not that he particularly wished for them to see – because Sanji was his dammit, and only he should be able to gaze upon all the nooks and crannies of his lean body – but having them aware of it could only be a good idea. At least in Zoro’s mind; he was definitely sure the blonde thought differently on the matter.
In any case, all he wanted right now was to ravish the cook to the point where Sanji would say his name and regret it later. So he lifted the foot to his mouth and started to lick over the toes, smirking when the blonde pushed at his head and whined. Ignoring his complaints, he took one into his mouth, massaging the rest of his foot with his hands even as Sanji squirmed and tried to pull it out of his grip.
He hadn’t received a kick to the face yet, so he was going to assume it was alright.
Chuckling, he moved to lap over the cook’s ankle, looking up at him cheekily. The look of pleasure and shame on Sanji’s face was too fucking hot. Crawling up the cook’s body, he pushed himself between his thighs, kissing his lips softly.