ZoSan drabbles
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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,651
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own One Piece. I make no profit from this fanfiction whatsoever, either.
Delicious Dish
Delicious Dish
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: Sexual implications. It’s ZoSan after all!
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece ;__________________;
Rating: PG
Idea stolen from AcidGraffiti from our rp~
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Sanji didn’t just kiss. No; nothing with the pervert-cook would ever be that simple, and not once had Zoro even attempted to convince himself otherwise. Most other people would just part their lips and kiss you carefully, but not Sanji.
He had to first lick around the outside of your lips like a cat, dipping his tongue teasingly between them just to piss you off. Then, when he would finally allow it a bit deeper, the blonde would take total control, grasping the back of your head as he tasted every inch he could reach as if you were some sort of food.
And that was Zoro’s problem with the whole thing; he wasn’t goddamned food. Not for the cook, not for anybody! But he guessed that was where the issue had come from. He had seen the other man sampling the food he made for them countless times before, and knew that Sanji was treating him like a dish.
As for whether that was supposed to be flattering or not, he would never know. He’d far prefer to hurry along the process and have shorter kisses, yet there was no way he could think to tell that to Sanji.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: Sexual implications. It’s ZoSan after all!
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece ;__________________;
Rating: PG
Idea stolen from AcidGraffiti from our rp~
--
Sanji didn’t just kiss. No; nothing with the pervert-cook would ever be that simple, and not once had Zoro even attempted to convince himself otherwise. Most other people would just part their lips and kiss you carefully, but not Sanji.
He had to first lick around the outside of your lips like a cat, dipping his tongue teasingly between them just to piss you off. Then, when he would finally allow it a bit deeper, the blonde would take total control, grasping the back of your head as he tasted every inch he could reach as if you were some sort of food.
And that was Zoro’s problem with the whole thing; he wasn’t goddamned food. Not for the cook, not for anybody! But he guessed that was where the issue had come from. He had seen the other man sampling the food he made for them countless times before, and knew that Sanji was treating him like a dish.
As for whether that was supposed to be flattering or not, he would never know. He’d far prefer to hurry along the process and have shorter kisses, yet there was no way he could think to tell that to Sanji.