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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,652
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own One Piece. I make no profit from this fanfiction whatsoever, either.
Cat
Cat
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: Sexual situations, possibly cliché idea, ZoroxSanji.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece.
Rating: PG-13
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After sex, Sanji was oddly like a cat. He curled up next to Zoro’s side and spoke in a soft purr whilst nuzzling at his cheek in what was a kind-of sweet way. And he liked to be petted. He liked it when one of the swordsman’s warm hands would slide down his back to the slight curve of his hip, but especially enjoyed it when the tips of those fingers would rub behind his ears.
And on top of it all, his hair was as soft as anything. Zoro assumed it was all the care he took with it.
Sometimes the cook was not content to just lay about the whole time, and - like the cat he was certainly shaping up to be - tended to get bitchy if he was touched for too long. Minutes after the calming effect of his orgasm, Sanji would sit up and start to complain about where they had done it, or even just about boring every day things Zoro had no interest in. The blonde’s mood pretty much changed with the wind, and yet he could always be counted on to lose his temper easily.
Not that Zoro minded, of course.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: Sexual situations, possibly cliché idea, ZoroxSanji.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece.
Rating: PG-13
--
After sex, Sanji was oddly like a cat. He curled up next to Zoro’s side and spoke in a soft purr whilst nuzzling at his cheek in what was a kind-of sweet way. And he liked to be petted. He liked it when one of the swordsman’s warm hands would slide down his back to the slight curve of his hip, but especially enjoyed it when the tips of those fingers would rub behind his ears.
And on top of it all, his hair was as soft as anything. Zoro assumed it was all the care he took with it.
Sometimes the cook was not content to just lay about the whole time, and - like the cat he was certainly shaping up to be - tended to get bitchy if he was touched for too long. Minutes after the calming effect of his orgasm, Sanji would sit up and start to complain about where they had done it, or even just about boring every day things Zoro had no interest in. The blonde’s mood pretty much changed with the wind, and yet he could always be counted on to lose his temper easily.
Not that Zoro minded, of course.