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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,686
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.
Breakfast
Breakfast
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji pairing, slight exhibitionism themes, sexual.
Disclaimer: One Piece isn’t mine and never will be. I wouldn’t want to take it from Oda anyway!
Rating: R
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It seemed that every single crew member had their own internal body clock that alerted them when it was breakfast time. And after the first few times of Luffy barrelling through the galley door to see him with his pants around his ankles, Sanji had become more wary. His own body clock was different than theirs; his stomach never alerted him in the way that anyone else’s did, so he ended up having to stare at the clock on the wall. Unfortunately that was the least sexy thing to look at, and it always made him feel uncomfortable knowing he was on a timer, causing him to just stop doing it.
Then the damned swordsman had decided he wanted a piece of Sanji’s ass every now and then, the cook finding himself pushed up against walls and surfaces more often than a bed. And Zoro always seemed to want him just before breakfast would be ready. Over time, he slowly began to get used to hands rubbing over his body whilst he tried to attend to hot pans, shuddering as Zoro palmed his ass. Luckily the swordsman knew enough to refrain from putting it in until all the meals were dished up, flinging the cook onto the nearest empty surface before violently going at it.
They would always finish with just enough time to sort themselves out and make sure the food was alright before the others arrived, knowing looks on their faces. Without ever mentioning it, the rest of the crew would eat their breakfast and say their thanks; though he was sure they knew. They weren’t exactly quiet. The second the door closed, Zoro was on him again.
Sure, Sanji now had to reheat the food before everyone came down, but at least he wasn’t caught any more.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji pairing, slight exhibitionism themes, sexual.
Disclaimer: One Piece isn’t mine and never will be. I wouldn’t want to take it from Oda anyway!
Rating: R
--
It seemed that every single crew member had their own internal body clock that alerted them when it was breakfast time. And after the first few times of Luffy barrelling through the galley door to see him with his pants around his ankles, Sanji had become more wary. His own body clock was different than theirs; his stomach never alerted him in the way that anyone else’s did, so he ended up having to stare at the clock on the wall. Unfortunately that was the least sexy thing to look at, and it always made him feel uncomfortable knowing he was on a timer, causing him to just stop doing it.
Then the damned swordsman had decided he wanted a piece of Sanji’s ass every now and then, the cook finding himself pushed up against walls and surfaces more often than a bed. And Zoro always seemed to want him just before breakfast would be ready. Over time, he slowly began to get used to hands rubbing over his body whilst he tried to attend to hot pans, shuddering as Zoro palmed his ass. Luckily the swordsman knew enough to refrain from putting it in until all the meals were dished up, flinging the cook onto the nearest empty surface before violently going at it.
They would always finish with just enough time to sort themselves out and make sure the food was alright before the others arrived, knowing looks on their faces. Without ever mentioning it, the rest of the crew would eat their breakfast and say their thanks; though he was sure they knew. They weren’t exactly quiet. The second the door closed, Zoro was on him again.
Sure, Sanji now had to reheat the food before everyone came down, but at least he wasn’t caught any more.