Addictive Personality
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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,621
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own One Piece, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Addictive Personality
Sanji has an addictive personality. He also tends to act on impulses.
It’s not a particularly favorable combination.
Zeff was always a tough critic, and Sanji’s cooking suffered the powerful disparagement more times than could be counted by any one human being. As his cooking suffered, Sanji suffered too, of course. Stress built in his shoulders and he constantly had headaches.
He’d been told that cigarettes help relieve stress. So he gave it a try.
He was hooked within the first three puffs.
He had his first experience with a woman at thirteen. It was a relatively innocent encounter; but a little groping and one thirty-three second make-out session later, Sanji found himself hooked on women. His first raw sexual encounter, as you can imagine, increased his addiction.
What impulse led him to this next addiction could baffle even the most perceptive of men. Sanji liked to chalk it up to the sweltering heat that had made everyone on the Going Merry hopelessly delirious. Nami would laugh and teasingly claim the whole ordeal erupted from hidden emotions, while Usopp blamed sexual frustration under his breath so as not to be kicked to death. Luffy thought maybe Sanji was hungry.
Sanji was addicted to Zoro. More specifically, sex with Zoro.
The day was hot. Excruciatingly hot. No one had spotted land to dock at in days. Their onboard water supply was running low. The stove fire was out, so there was no way to boil any seawater. The entire crew was lethargic, not thinking straight, and very, very thirsty.
So when Sanji saw liquid running down Zoro’s neck, he licked it. Never mind the fact that everyone on board could see him do it. Never mind that Zoro jolted in his spot and asked him what the hell he was doing. Never mind that afterwards he was embarrassed—and horny—as hell. Never mind that—ah, shit.
“Wow. Look at them go.” Nami whistled appreciatively, peering through the small kitchen window.
Usopp cringed. “Sanji’s going to be feeling that for a while.”
“They shouldn’t be doing it on the table like that…” Chopper said, with a slight touch of awe in his voice. “It’s bad for their backs…”
Luffy jumped around behind them. “What are they making? I’m hungry!”
Much to his disappointment, Sanji and Zoro did not emerge with any food. Zoro claimed in a slightly evasive grunt that they had eaten it all.
“That’s not fair, you guys! I’m really hungry!” Luffy whined. He sulked for a minute and then asked, “Did it taste good?”
Zoro coughed once. Sanji straightened his shirt collar.
“I’d say it was pretty addicting.”
It’s not a particularly favorable combination.
Zeff was always a tough critic, and Sanji’s cooking suffered the powerful disparagement more times than could be counted by any one human being. As his cooking suffered, Sanji suffered too, of course. Stress built in his shoulders and he constantly had headaches.
He’d been told that cigarettes help relieve stress. So he gave it a try.
He was hooked within the first three puffs.
He had his first experience with a woman at thirteen. It was a relatively innocent encounter; but a little groping and one thirty-three second make-out session later, Sanji found himself hooked on women. His first raw sexual encounter, as you can imagine, increased his addiction.
What impulse led him to this next addiction could baffle even the most perceptive of men. Sanji liked to chalk it up to the sweltering heat that had made everyone on the Going Merry hopelessly delirious. Nami would laugh and teasingly claim the whole ordeal erupted from hidden emotions, while Usopp blamed sexual frustration under his breath so as not to be kicked to death. Luffy thought maybe Sanji was hungry.
Sanji was addicted to Zoro. More specifically, sex with Zoro.
The day was hot. Excruciatingly hot. No one had spotted land to dock at in days. Their onboard water supply was running low. The stove fire was out, so there was no way to boil any seawater. The entire crew was lethargic, not thinking straight, and very, very thirsty.
So when Sanji saw liquid running down Zoro’s neck, he licked it. Never mind the fact that everyone on board could see him do it. Never mind that Zoro jolted in his spot and asked him what the hell he was doing. Never mind that afterwards he was embarrassed—and horny—as hell. Never mind that—ah, shit.
“Wow. Look at them go.” Nami whistled appreciatively, peering through the small kitchen window.
Usopp cringed. “Sanji’s going to be feeling that for a while.”
“They shouldn’t be doing it on the table like that…” Chopper said, with a slight touch of awe in his voice. “It’s bad for their backs…”
Luffy jumped around behind them. “What are they making? I’m hungry!”
Much to his disappointment, Sanji and Zoro did not emerge with any food. Zoro claimed in a slightly evasive grunt that they had eaten it all.
“That’s not fair, you guys! I’m really hungry!” Luffy whined. He sulked for a minute and then asked, “Did it taste good?”
Zoro coughed once. Sanji straightened his shirt collar.
“I’d say it was pretty addicting.”