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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,682
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.
Glasses
Glasses
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: Zoro being a perv (again), ZoroxSanji.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece. Must we rehash this every few hours?
Rating: PG
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Sitting across the blonde over the galley table, Zoro observed the book the cook was reading. At least, that’s what he pretended he was looking at. In reality, he was staring at the glasses adorning the foul-tempered man’s face, surprised by the fact he was using them for a practical use instead of just to look cool. Usually the cook would just wear them in danger situations, or maybe put on sunglasses to match his clothing choice, but not something like this. He didn’t know that the blonde actually needed them.
It was quite strange, and he wondered if Sanji needed them for day-to-day and just wore them selectively, or if the glass was just normal, and it was all for aesthetics. And there was only one way to find out something like that…and it wasn’t by asking.
Leaning forward, he tugged the glasses from Sanji’s face, watching as the cook blinked and looked at him in annoyance, eyes not quite focused. At the gaze, Zoro flushed red, finding it incredibly close to the expression the blonde made when he was filled with pleasure, hand going lax as Sanji snatched the glasses back off him, just scowling in response.
“The fuck are you doing, marimo?” Grumbling, the blonde made a move to put them back on, stopped by the swordsman’s hand on his wrist, pulling them away again. Getting frustrated by the stupid behaviour, Sanji reached over to grab them, thinking Zoro was just trying to piss him off. And if he was, it was damn working. His eyes widened when Zoro tried to put them on instead, getting dizzy. Taking the glasses back off his face and settling into his seat once more, the cook raised an eyebrow as the swordsman got up, promptly walking into the doorframe. “Moron.”
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: Zoro being a perv (again), ZoroxSanji.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece. Must we rehash this every few hours?
Rating: PG
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Sitting across the blonde over the galley table, Zoro observed the book the cook was reading. At least, that’s what he pretended he was looking at. In reality, he was staring at the glasses adorning the foul-tempered man’s face, surprised by the fact he was using them for a practical use instead of just to look cool. Usually the cook would just wear them in danger situations, or maybe put on sunglasses to match his clothing choice, but not something like this. He didn’t know that the blonde actually needed them.
It was quite strange, and he wondered if Sanji needed them for day-to-day and just wore them selectively, or if the glass was just normal, and it was all for aesthetics. And there was only one way to find out something like that…and it wasn’t by asking.
Leaning forward, he tugged the glasses from Sanji’s face, watching as the cook blinked and looked at him in annoyance, eyes not quite focused. At the gaze, Zoro flushed red, finding it incredibly close to the expression the blonde made when he was filled with pleasure, hand going lax as Sanji snatched the glasses back off him, just scowling in response.
“The fuck are you doing, marimo?” Grumbling, the blonde made a move to put them back on, stopped by the swordsman’s hand on his wrist, pulling them away again. Getting frustrated by the stupid behaviour, Sanji reached over to grab them, thinking Zoro was just trying to piss him off. And if he was, it was damn working. His eyes widened when Zoro tried to put them on instead, getting dizzy. Taking the glasses back off his face and settling into his seat once more, the cook raised an eyebrow as the swordsman got up, promptly walking into the doorframe. “Moron.”