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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,724
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.
Condom
Condom
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, attempted humour, highly sexual.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece nor do I have any of the characters locked in my basement or anything. Honest.
Rating: R
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Everything seemed to be going perfectly fine up until this point. He’d managed to get across what he wanted to do, how he felt – more or less, anyway – and the cook had gone along with him almost perfectly. So there they were, both panting and sweating as Zoro had rubbed up against the bastard’s entrance, about to thrust in. A foot had then pressed to his chest, and the goddamn whiny cook had ruined the moment by saying…
“Oi shithead. Put on a condom; I ain’t having your children.”
Pulling back, all Zoro could do was stare. What the fuck? What the hell had Sanji been smoking? How could they even have children anyway? The serious look on the blonde’s face – flushed with arousal as it was - hadn’t helped his train of thought one bit. Children? What? Unable to understand what Sanji was even going on about, he flicked his thoughts to the actual comprehendible part, shaking his head.
“I…I don’t have one.”
“Then you ain’t fuckin’ me.” Annoyed, Zoro was about to shout at him for leading him on as Sanji didn’t have any of the goddamn things either when a foot crashed into the side of his head. When the blonde straightened and started pulling on his clothes, the swordsman found himself lost for words. Sanji could honestly just stop in the middle? Didn’t it hurt?? With a quick pat on his head, the cook was out of the door, leaving Zoro to deal with his problem alone, though he could have at least stayed and helped him jerk off. Zoro would have done the same for him, and it wasn’t as if they had to fuck anyway! But no.
At the next island, he borrowed money off Nami and bought the largest pack he could find.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, attempted humour, highly sexual.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece nor do I have any of the characters locked in my basement or anything. Honest.
Rating: R
--
Everything seemed to be going perfectly fine up until this point. He’d managed to get across what he wanted to do, how he felt – more or less, anyway – and the cook had gone along with him almost perfectly. So there they were, both panting and sweating as Zoro had rubbed up against the bastard’s entrance, about to thrust in. A foot had then pressed to his chest, and the goddamn whiny cook had ruined the moment by saying…
“Oi shithead. Put on a condom; I ain’t having your children.”
Pulling back, all Zoro could do was stare. What the fuck? What the hell had Sanji been smoking? How could they even have children anyway? The serious look on the blonde’s face – flushed with arousal as it was - hadn’t helped his train of thought one bit. Children? What? Unable to understand what Sanji was even going on about, he flicked his thoughts to the actual comprehendible part, shaking his head.
“I…I don’t have one.”
“Then you ain’t fuckin’ me.” Annoyed, Zoro was about to shout at him for leading him on as Sanji didn’t have any of the goddamn things either when a foot crashed into the side of his head. When the blonde straightened and started pulling on his clothes, the swordsman found himself lost for words. Sanji could honestly just stop in the middle? Didn’t it hurt?? With a quick pat on his head, the cook was out of the door, leaving Zoro to deal with his problem alone, though he could have at least stayed and helped him jerk off. Zoro would have done the same for him, and it wasn’t as if they had to fuck anyway! But no.
At the next island, he borrowed money off Nami and bought the largest pack he could find.