Sweet tooth
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+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,376
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Sweet tooth
Sweet tooth
"Heys, which one of ya`es are going to get the stuff?"
They all had finished their breakfast, and fast to. The Go-marry was not on sea today, it had docked itself onto land. And the crew were in need of supplies.
"I wanna go have a look see on just how big this island is!" Proclaim the loud pirate known as Luffy. Next to say something was the red-haired woman of the ship.
"I gotta get my hands on more paper...I’m running out"
She said with a smile, cheerfully thinking about how much money she had saved up to this point. The big nose, Ussop, went ahead with Luffy. Which
left only Sanji, the golden haired cook and Zoro the green-haired swordsman.
Sanji gave Nami a list on what was needed. The list was very short so it wouldn’t be long
before she came back but knowing Luffy, she was going to be busy all day. Zoro took out
his dumb-bells and started to train. His eyes were closed. All that ran in his head was nothing more but the sound of his own breath. *Someday....I know I’ll be it, I’ll be the strongest, fastest...I’m going to be the worlds greatest swordsman* He said within the safely of his own head, over and over again.
The cook had just finish the dishes from the morning as well as from last night. He sat
on a chair and placed his head down. He felt sleepy, maybe it was the blazing sun or maybe it was the quite sounds of the ship but in the end he slept. He awoke later in a bed. His bed. He was shirtless and had a wet towel on his head. The only thing is, he wasn’t sick! At first he found it funny but then started to wonder if the swordsman did this to him. His face started to blush he couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrass.
"Yo` Zoro!" He said in a very upsetting tone, still with a look of red on his face.
He put his swords back into place and walked up to Sanji. Before saying a word he placed his hand on his face. "You don’t feel as warm as before...Hump! guess your not sick after all." His voice as cold as ever.
"S`ol it was you!" Sanji tied to sound mad but that just embarrassed him more.
Zoro didn’t say anything, he took out his swords and started to cut and slice the wind, trying to get faster. Sanji at his point walked off and back to the kitchen.
Desperately trying to find something to do, an idea came to Sanji`s head. Pastry. It’s been so long since he made any so now it looked like a good idea, after all he had never used the flour and he had bags of bags of sugar. He worked fast, making sure it all came out good. But it’s as been so long, he wonder if it would be any good. Half way done he notices that Nami and the other 2 were still not back so he left their piece in the ice box and baked only for 2.
Not long after he came out and called over Zoro. He walked slowly to the kitchen his swords in place, he himself however was sweaty and feeling a bit tore down.
"Sit down, and try this." Sanji spoke in a low, soft, tone. He place a small bight blue plate with something that looked like a small cake.
"What’s this?" Zoro said, his eyes opened, he had a bit of a sweet tooth which was known to no one.
Sanji place himself one. He too sat down, across from the other.
"Its been a while since I baked one of these." He said once again having an uneasy feeling of embarrassment.
"Umm, so what’s in it?" Zoro asked feeling downsized.
"Well, it’s a light strawberry-chocolate mousse with a raspberrty flavored biscuit under it, with just a bit of brown-"
Sanji didn’t finish...Zoro had eaten the whole thing in less then one bite. Sanji was shocked on how fast and careless Zoro was. Most of it ended up on his face.
The room turned dead cold as Zoro’s eyes locked on Sanjis own littlie baked good.
" Got anymore?...." He said in a deadly way. as if he was willing to kill for it.
"Hey!, this ones mine...yous ate yours!!!" Sanji`s face blushed, was his baking that good? He wondered if he should give Zoro the other pastry which was meant for the other crew members. But it was too late, the swordsman had jumped him.
"Gimme yours!” He said, on top of Sanji. He tried to reach for the sugar sweet good,
but Sanji had the baked good on his left hand away from the swordsman. Using his feet he tried to kick him off. Desperate his actions Sanji tried to taste his baked good.
"Sto....STOP!!!" They both yelled...And then....
It was on the floor. dirty and all messed up. Sanji looked at his master piece and couldn’t help but feel 2 ways, mad and yet happy.
Mad, since his little pastry laid on the ground (as well as some of it on his face) but yet somewhat happy over the fact that the green-haired swordsman, Zoro, was willing to do anything for it. For sure it was worth it. As he turn around a cold lick was planted on his lips, the lick took away the left over sweet whip that was glued on Sanji`s face. That lick turned to a kiss...one that was deep.
"Wha..." Were the only words that left Sanjis mouth.
Zoro went again, another kiss, another lick. Sanji pushed him off but it was no use, he felt weak.
"S...stop..." He said, in almost a whisper.
Zoro shove him to the wall. This time his mouth didn’t have kisses for his lips, but for his body. "You...smell....and taste good..." Zoro smirk as the last of his words came out, his eyes were half open as if he was getting ready to fall asleep.
This time his kisses had left a wet clue on where his tongue had been. A wet trail leading from Sanji`s face to his chest.
"I...smell good?...." Sanji was feeling dizzy, and his face was as red as the strawberries he had used. This was his first time with a guy...he didn’t fight back. His mind had no power over what his body wanted. Maybe this will teach him not to cook anything sweet again. As the last bit of what he was wearing were removed, leaving him naked, he was no longer planning to fight back, Zoro had always been somewhat important to him. His feelings for swordsman were surpass friendship a long time ago but he never gave himself the day to understand why or to explore it. Today however, even with Zoro`s kisses and licks it didn’t matter, [for the hard-working-would be-greatest-swordsman-in-the-world] fell to his knees….Asleep.
Sanji, now, annoyed, pissed and scared of just how far they would have gotten sat next to the sleeping man, who was snoozing. All the training made him tried and by the looks of things maybe Zoro himself didn`t know what he was doing.
His shirt was off, his chest still wet and all Sanji could think of right now was….*Damn he’s loud!!!*
"Heys, which one of ya`es are going to get the stuff?"
They all had finished their breakfast, and fast to. The Go-marry was not on sea today, it had docked itself onto land. And the crew were in need of supplies.
"I wanna go have a look see on just how big this island is!" Proclaim the loud pirate known as Luffy. Next to say something was the red-haired woman of the ship.
"I gotta get my hands on more paper...I’m running out"
She said with a smile, cheerfully thinking about how much money she had saved up to this point. The big nose, Ussop, went ahead with Luffy. Which
left only Sanji, the golden haired cook and Zoro the green-haired swordsman.
Sanji gave Nami a list on what was needed. The list was very short so it wouldn’t be long
before she came back but knowing Luffy, she was going to be busy all day. Zoro took out
his dumb-bells and started to train. His eyes were closed. All that ran in his head was nothing more but the sound of his own breath. *Someday....I know I’ll be it, I’ll be the strongest, fastest...I’m going to be the worlds greatest swordsman* He said within the safely of his own head, over and over again.
The cook had just finish the dishes from the morning as well as from last night. He sat
on a chair and placed his head down. He felt sleepy, maybe it was the blazing sun or maybe it was the quite sounds of the ship but in the end he slept. He awoke later in a bed. His bed. He was shirtless and had a wet towel on his head. The only thing is, he wasn’t sick! At first he found it funny but then started to wonder if the swordsman did this to him. His face started to blush he couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrass.
"Yo` Zoro!" He said in a very upsetting tone, still with a look of red on his face.
He put his swords back into place and walked up to Sanji. Before saying a word he placed his hand on his face. "You don’t feel as warm as before...Hump! guess your not sick after all." His voice as cold as ever.
"S`ol it was you!" Sanji tied to sound mad but that just embarrassed him more.
Zoro didn’t say anything, he took out his swords and started to cut and slice the wind, trying to get faster. Sanji at his point walked off and back to the kitchen.
Desperately trying to find something to do, an idea came to Sanji`s head. Pastry. It’s been so long since he made any so now it looked like a good idea, after all he had never used the flour and he had bags of bags of sugar. He worked fast, making sure it all came out good. But it’s as been so long, he wonder if it would be any good. Half way done he notices that Nami and the other 2 were still not back so he left their piece in the ice box and baked only for 2.
Not long after he came out and called over Zoro. He walked slowly to the kitchen his swords in place, he himself however was sweaty and feeling a bit tore down.
"Sit down, and try this." Sanji spoke in a low, soft, tone. He place a small bight blue plate with something that looked like a small cake.
"What’s this?" Zoro said, his eyes opened, he had a bit of a sweet tooth which was known to no one.
Sanji place himself one. He too sat down, across from the other.
"Its been a while since I baked one of these." He said once again having an uneasy feeling of embarrassment.
"Umm, so what’s in it?" Zoro asked feeling downsized.
"Well, it’s a light strawberry-chocolate mousse with a raspberrty flavored biscuit under it, with just a bit of brown-"
Sanji didn’t finish...Zoro had eaten the whole thing in less then one bite. Sanji was shocked on how fast and careless Zoro was. Most of it ended up on his face.
The room turned dead cold as Zoro’s eyes locked on Sanjis own littlie baked good.
" Got anymore?...." He said in a deadly way. as if he was willing to kill for it.
"Hey!, this ones mine...yous ate yours!!!" Sanji`s face blushed, was his baking that good? He wondered if he should give Zoro the other pastry which was meant for the other crew members. But it was too late, the swordsman had jumped him.
"Gimme yours!” He said, on top of Sanji. He tried to reach for the sugar sweet good,
but Sanji had the baked good on his left hand away from the swordsman. Using his feet he tried to kick him off. Desperate his actions Sanji tried to taste his baked good.
"Sto....STOP!!!" They both yelled...And then....
It was on the floor. dirty and all messed up. Sanji looked at his master piece and couldn’t help but feel 2 ways, mad and yet happy.
Mad, since his little pastry laid on the ground (as well as some of it on his face) but yet somewhat happy over the fact that the green-haired swordsman, Zoro, was willing to do anything for it. For sure it was worth it. As he turn around a cold lick was planted on his lips, the lick took away the left over sweet whip that was glued on Sanji`s face. That lick turned to a kiss...one that was deep.
"Wha..." Were the only words that left Sanjis mouth.
Zoro went again, another kiss, another lick. Sanji pushed him off but it was no use, he felt weak.
"S...stop..." He said, in almost a whisper.
Zoro shove him to the wall. This time his mouth didn’t have kisses for his lips, but for his body. "You...smell....and taste good..." Zoro smirk as the last of his words came out, his eyes were half open as if he was getting ready to fall asleep.
This time his kisses had left a wet clue on where his tongue had been. A wet trail leading from Sanji`s face to his chest.
"I...smell good?...." Sanji was feeling dizzy, and his face was as red as the strawberries he had used. This was his first time with a guy...he didn’t fight back. His mind had no power over what his body wanted. Maybe this will teach him not to cook anything sweet again. As the last bit of what he was wearing were removed, leaving him naked, he was no longer planning to fight back, Zoro had always been somewhat important to him. His feelings for swordsman were surpass friendship a long time ago but he never gave himself the day to understand why or to explore it. Today however, even with Zoro`s kisses and licks it didn’t matter, [for the hard-working-would be-greatest-swordsman-in-the-world] fell to his knees….Asleep.
Sanji, now, annoyed, pissed and scared of just how far they would have gotten sat next to the sleeping man, who was snoozing. All the training made him tried and by the looks of things maybe Zoro himself didn`t know what he was doing.
His shirt was off, his chest still wet and all Sanji could think of right now was….*Damn he’s loud!!!*