A Sanjixgirl!Zoro fic
Title: (Working title was "Insecure", but I really can't think of a title I like right now.)
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Sanjixgenderswapped Zoro
Words: 3918
Rating: M, Not Safe For Work
Warnings: Genderswap, sex, language
Summary: Zoro has been turned into a woman. He’s not very happy about it.
Author’s note: I found this sitting in one of my old WIP folders. I think I started it as a fill for the fanforall, but I really can’t remember. But it’s finished now, so I thought I’d share it with you. Totally just an excuse to write Sanjixgirl!Zoro porn.
-----
Sanji had waited. He’d waited with the patience of a fucking saint. Two months, fifteen days and four hours had passed since Ivankov did what Chopper hadn’t been able to and fixed Zoro’s weakened and slowly faltering heart. Two months, fifteen days and four hours had passed since Ivankov failed to mention that he was also going to turn Zoro into a woman in the process for some flimsy reason that Sanji personally thought was a big steaming pile of bullshit. Two months, fifteen days and three hours had passed since a smirking Ivankov had explained to an angry and frantic Zoro that turning him back too soon after such a transformation was going to put too much stress on a body that already was working hard on healing a life threatening condition. Three hours later, the okama Queen took off with a smirk and a wink at Sanji and had not been heard from since.
Two months, sixteen days and eighteen hours had passed since Sanji last got laid.
Shitty torture, that’s what it had been. If Zoro had turned into the ugly woman Sanji had half expected him to, things wouldn’t have been so bad. But he was pretty. Very, very pretty, even with his missing eye. A surprisingly girlish face, with one incredibly dark eye, fine eyebrows and a full lower lip that formed the most adorable pout whenever he frowned, which was often. A deceptively slender looking body for all the muscle strength it still possessed, with wonderfully female hips and small breasts that had fit perfectly in Sanji’s hands the one time he’d been allowed to touch them.
If not for the fact that Zoro had become uncomfortable and self-conscious as hell whenever Sanji wanted to fool around, Sanji would have been in heaven.
They’d kissed, of course, and a few times Zoro had got so into it that he’d had his hand down Sanji’s pants. But as soon as Sanji had tried to return the favor and touch him back, he’d freaked. And then there had been bared teeth and yelling and a complete ruining of the mood, resulting in Zoro storming off to his weights and leaving Sanji to peel and chop mountains of vegetables in a vain attempt to release some tension.
But Sanji had waited. And waited. And waited. And eventually, Zoro had started to get used to his new body. Had started to miss sex almost as much as Sanji did. And now, finally, Sanji’s reward was straddling his thighs on a soft bed at a not too horribly run-down inn, gloriously naked in the warm candlelight. This… this was Perfection. This was…
“The hell are you looking at me like that for, damn dartboard brow?”
Sanji blinked up at Zoro’s frowning face. Perfection sure was in a pissy mood. He frowned back.
“Like what?”
Zoro made a face.
“Like you’re looking at Nami or Robin. I already told you, if you go all love-cook on me, this isn‘t happening.”
“Hm. No sense of romance whatsoever, as usual,” Sanji said, one hand sneaking up to softly stroke a path from Zoro’s knee and up towards the inside of his thigh, testing the waters. Zoro growled at him, but when he did so with his female voice, the only effect it had on Sanji was making him more excited. His cock twitched impatiently against his lower belly.
Zoro’s eye wandered from Sanji’s face and down to his cock. He glared at it as if he was mad at it before wrapping his fingers around it in a loose hold, thumb running up the underside, just the way Sanji liked it. Sanji let out a sharp breath through his nose and moaned deep in his throat as Zoro started stroking. His hand, while smaller now, felt wonderfully familiar and so very, very welcome after the long weeks without getting touched properly.
Zoro scooted higher up Sanji’s thighs, bringing their crotches closer together. Sanji stared hungrily at the patch of green hair between his thighs. He desperately wanted to touch his lover there, to slip his fingers between soft folds and show him how good he could make him feel. But earlier experience had shown him that Zoro probably should be allowed to set the pace, so he lifted his hands to stroke the lovely curves of his hips and waist instead. When he dared raise one hand to cup and gently stroke a firm breast, Zoro frowned and brushed his hand away.
“Keep your hands to yourself, love-cook,” he growled, jerking Sanji harder and making him moan again. Sanji cursed under his breath, frustration and arousal battling for dominance inside his head, and wrapped both hands around Zoro’s hips again, instinctively pulling him closer.
Zoro stopped the movement of his wrist abruptly to finger Sanji’s cockhead, spreading precum with his fingertips. Frown deepening and jaw clenching with determination, he abruptly got up on his knees and pointed Sanji’s cock straight up, moving forward to lower himself over it.
Sanji tried to gasp at him to wait and slow the hell down, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go, but the words got stuck in his throat as he watched Zoro slide the head of his cock back and forth between his folds a few times before fitting it against his opening and slowly sinking down.
He wasn’t wet enough, Sanji felt that straight away, but the heat and tightness, and shit, Zoro was a woman now, made him bite back the demand for him to stop. Zoro lowered himself until Sanji was halfway in. He stayed there for a moment, shivered, lifted himself a little and changed the angle before taking a deep breath and taking Sanji all the way inside.
Sanji let out a string of garbled noises, fingers digging into Zoro’s skin as he settled his weight on Sanji’s hips. Shaky hands pressed against Sanji’s stomach for support and balance, and for a moment Zoro stayed still just like that, simply breathing and trying to relax. His eye was closed, Sanji realized when he looked up into his face. He looked like he was in pain. Sanji’s chest felt tight, a panicky feeling fluttering in his belly when he realized that he very well could be, this being his first time as a woman and all.
“Hey, Zoro…”
“Shut up,” Zoro growled behind clenched teeth. He started moving on Sanji’s cock, rocking back and forth over him with stiff movements, but he was still too dry. Choking back whimpers of pleasure, Sanji moved one hand, slid it across Zoro’s belly and down to where they were joined, carefully pressing his thumb against Zoro’s clitoris. Zoro jerked upright at the touch, eye flying open and burning angrily into Sanji’s as he wrapped a hand around his wrist hard enough to bruise.
“I told you to keep your fucking hands to yourself!” he snarled. Sanji sighed, thoroughly annoyed.
“I’m just trying to make it better. You’re too dry. You’re going to be sore afterwards if you keep going like this.”
“When the fuck did you start caring whether I’m sore or not after you fuck me, damn cook!” Zoro snarled back. They glared at each other for a few drawn out moments before Zoro angrily turned his gaze away and lifted himself from Sanji’s cock. He moved to kneel between his legs instead and bent down to take him in his mouth. He instantly tore his mouth away when he tasted himself on Sanji‘s cock, grimaced and spat on the floor. He wiped his tongue on Sanji’s thigh to chase the taste away before taking him in his mouth again and settling down more comfortable on the bed.
Sanji levered himself up on his elbows, watching with a frown as Zoro sucked him. The anger was slowly melting away from his lover’s face as he worked. Sanji shuddered in pleasure as Zoro took him deeper, and he hazily realized that Zoro was planning to finish him off like this. He frowned and brushed his knuckles gently over a hollowed cheek, which made Zoro’s eyebrows twitch in annoyance, then he got a good hold on Zoro’s short hair and pulled him off, trying to be gentle about it but too annoyed to be completely successful.
“What?” he said. “You’re just gonna suck me off?”
“Why the hell not?” Zoro said as he glared up the length of Sanji’s body. “You’ve never complained before.”
Sanji sighed. No, he’d never complained before, but Zoro had had a fucking cock back then that he’d been able to return the favor on, and he really doubted that the stubborn bastard was going to let him put his face between his legs the way he was acting right now.
He grabbed Zoro beneath the armpits and was a little surprised when the other man let him pull him on top of him so that they were laying chest to chest, the sensation of soft breasts pressing against him sending a thrill of arousal through Sanji’s body despite his annoyance. Zoro was stiff, but he made no attempt to move away when Sanji wrapped his arms around him.
“You’re such a pain in the ass,” Sanji muttered. “Why won’t you let me make you feel good?”
Zoro lifted himself a little so that he could glare into Sanji’s face.
“I want you to make me feel the way you did back when I had a dick.”
Sanji snorted. How the hell was he supposed to make the bastard feel like he did when he had a dick when he didn’t fucking have one?
“Well, you’ve got other things now,” he tried. “We can do different stuff.”
Zoro stared at him like he’d just said something unbelievably stupid, a look of deep disappointment on his face.
“You just don’t get it,” he said, sounding tired now instead of angry. “Forget it, this was a bad idea. You’re fucking useless.”
What? What just happened? Sanji frantically tried to figure out what he’d done wrong, his desperation growing as Zoro pushed himself up and started to move away. Damn marimo, why couldn’t he communicate?
“Wait,” he said, gently gripping Zoro by the upper arm, but Zoro just shrugged him off.
“I said wait, damn it!”
It wasn’t fair. It couldn’t end like this, not when Sanji was still stubbornly hard and needing the fucking bastard. He grabbed Zoro and slammed him down on the bed, holding him down by the shoulders to buy himself some time as he tried to figure out how to make whatever he’d done wrong right again.
“What the hell do want from me, Zoro?”
Zoro stared up at him for a moment. Then he head butted Sanji in the face.
“Ow! Fuck! What the hell is wrong with you?” Sanji shouted, shaking Zoro roughly and making him bounce a little on the bed.
“That’s better,” Zoro said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, and proceeded to flip their positions, pressing Sanji into the bed and bending down to more or less bite at his lips.
Sanji struggled against him, pushed him away before he could draw blood, then did a double take as he got a good look at Zoro’s face. He knew that expression. Zoro was getting excited. And suddenly, it all started to make sense.
The hell are you looking at me like that for, damn dartboard brow?
Like what?
Like you’re looking at Nami or Robin.
Sanji blinked.
He’d been going about it all wrong from the start, Sanji realized. They’d never done slow and gentle before. Not unless one of them was injured and their rough play-fighting would open up wounds or hurt bruised or cracked bones. There had been less violent times, and times when it hadn’t been a fight for dominance, just a mutual desire to share pleasure, but never slow and gentle. He’d let Zoro be in charge this time, let him decide on the pace and do what he wanted all while being as gentle as he possibly could because he didn’t want to push him into doing something he wasn’t comfortable with, but all it had accomplished was making him feel awkward and uncertain, because that’s not how things worked between them. For Sanji to start treating him carefully now, touching him gently and just treating him differently when he already felt confused and insecure in his new body… no wonder he couldn’t get into it.
Sanji let out a sigh.
“Fucking idiot.”
He flipped them over again, pinned Zoro to the bed and kissed him hard. Zoro relaxed beneath him for a moment, letting out a contented breath through his nose that wafted hotly over Sanji‘s cheek. Then he started kissing back, strong hands running up Sanji’s back until one tangled in his hair and tugged. Sanji growled at the sharp pain. He broke the kiss and dipped down to suck a bruise into existence on Zoro’s neck and shoved his lover’s legs apart so he could press the top of his thigh between them.
Zoro gasped and pushed up against him, rubbing himself against him for a moment before flipping them over again to grind down against him. But now Sanji had gotten into their old fight for control, so he rolled them over again before Zoro had time to pin him. Too late did he realize that they were already at the edge of the bed, and they ended up falling down onto the floor.
Sanji landed on top. He winced at the sound of Zoro’s head hitting the floorboards and had to struggle not to apologize, because that’s not what he would have done before the change. He just took a moment to make sure that the swordsman was fully conscious and gave him a few seconds to blink the stars out of his eyes before he began kissing him again.
The space between the bed and the wall was too narrow for more wrestling. He had Zoro trapped beneath him and Zoro knew it. Sanji had won this fight for dominance.
Sanji grinned down at Zoro, reveling in the look on his lover’s face as he bared his teeth, all but challenging Sanji to dominate him. Sanji was already between his legs, so all it took was a slight shift to get the top of his thigh pressed right up against Zoro’s sex again, and Zoro happily rolled his hips up against it. He bent down and claimed Zoro’s mouth, licked inside it and braced his weight on his right forearm so he could free his left hand. He brought it between them and cupped one firm breast, his own arousal rising even higher at the feel of a hard nipple against the sensitive palm of his hand. Where previous attempts at touching Zoro’s new assets had been tentative, bordering on asking for permission, this time his touch was sure, no hesitation in his movements whatsoever as he massaged what he’d desperately wanted to touch ever since Zoro’s change. And this time, Zoro was letting him. If he hadn’t been busy getting laid (and damn if that didn’t almost bring tears to Sanji’s eyes after months of going without), he would have taken a moment to bellow his victory towards the heavens.
Zoro was all but gasping beneath him, breathing desperately through his nose as he bucked up against Sanji’s thigh. Sanji moaned and broke the kiss, shifted and spread Zoro’s legs further apart so he could push between them to rub his hard cock against his lover’s sex. Zoro shivered at the contact, incredibly wet now, and Sanji slipped easily between the slick folds. He spent a good minute just sliding back and forth, rubbing his cockhead against Zoro’s clit and making him gasp and twitch.
“Hurry up, you bastard,” Zoro gasped at last, fingers digging into Sanji’s shoulders as he pushed against the backs of Sanji’s thighs with his heels.
“Don’t tell me what to do, shithead,” Sanji snarled, but he was all too willing to comply.
Zoro’s breath hitched when Sanji sank inside him. He moaned, sounding almost surprised, and held still as Sanji started fucking him.
Sanji groaned into the crook of Zoro’s neck, slipped a hand beneath his lower back and angled his hips so he could get as deep as he wanted. He thrust in sharply, making Zoro cry out and cling to him.
“Is that good?” Sanji gasped, needing some sort of confirmation that he wasn’t hurting the other man, Zoro’s manly pride be damned. He felt Zoro nod and dig his blunt fingernails into Sanji’s back, his attempt at speech coming out as sharp cry and a moan instead as Sanji shifted the angle of his thrusts a little.
Sanji could feel orgasm creeping up on him already, his balls and lower belly tightening much sooner than he would have liked. He slowed his thrusts and pushed himself up on his forearms, gazing down at Zoro.
His lover was flushed, looking completely lost to pleasure. He opened his eye when Sanji pushed inside and held there, some sort of protest coming out as a garbled whine as he tightened his legs around Sanji’s hips and pressed against him with his heels. Sanji swallowed.
“I’m close,” he whispered, his cock twitching in the wet clench of Zoro’s body as if to prove his point. Zoro shivered, his entire body tensing for a moment as his hips pushed against Sanji on their own volition.
“Do it,” he gasped. “Don’t hesitate.”
Sanji groaned and buried his face against the side of Zoro’s neck. He slid a hand beneath his hips again to hold him exactly like he wanted him as his hips settled into the rhythm that would bring him to completion, fast and deep and hard and fuck, fuck, FUCK.
The breath stuck in his throat as he came, his cock pulsing inside Zoro as he spilled his seed as deep as he could go. His hips twitched in aftershocks, small, desperate thrusts made slick with his own come, and Sanji started breathing again, gasping openmouthed against Zoro’s neck. He groaned and shifted, blindly finding Zoro’s lips with his and kissing him, softly and deeply, as his cock slowly started to soften.
Zoro let himself be kissed, soft and pliant beneath Sanji. He seemed sated enough, but small shivers still ran through him even as Sanji’s body came down from the peak of its pleasure.
Sanji broke the kiss and looked Zoro in the eye.
“Did you come?” he asked. He needed to know, but it was a lot more difficult to tell now.
Zoro shook his head a little.
“It doesn’t matter.”
Sanji frowned. Of course it mattered. It wouldn’t be fair if he was the only one who got off. He hooked his hands behind Zoro’s knees and pushed them up towards his chest as he slowly, carefully pulled out.
“Keep your legs like that,” he instructed as he moved lower, kissing his way down Zoro’s body and down between his spread thighs, delighted that Zoro was actually letting him. He spread Zoro’s folds with his fingers and actually looked at him down there for the first time. The lighting was a bit too dim for Sanji’s liking, but he could still see the pearly white of his own come glistening at Zoro’s entrance. He gently spread him open and bit his lip, his cock trying to rise again as Zoro twitched and a little bit of white trickled out of him. It was a risky, stupid thing to do, coming inside like this, but damn if it wasn’t the prettiest thing Sanji ever saw.
“Stop staring at it,” Zoro grumbled, and Sanji could feel him tensing, starting to become uncomfortable again. With no time to waste, Sanji leaned down and swiped his tongue between Zoro’s wet folds.
Zoro let out a surprised yelp and tensed up for a completely different reason as Sanji fastened his lips around his clit and sucked. He worried gently at the stiff nub with the tip of his tongue before moving lower to lick at Zoro’s opening. He tasted himself there, the flavor of both of them mixed together one of the most enticing things he’d ever tasted. Then Zoro’s fingers clenched in his hair to pull Sanji back to where he wanted him, and somehow that felt very much like a victory.
He lost track of time, was only aware of Zoro, of his taste and the way he bucked up against his lips and tongue, of his shuddery moans and the shivers running through his body from the pleasure Sanji was giving him. He had no idea how much time had passed when Zoro finally started pulling him away.
“That’s enough,” he gasped, and Sanji looked up at his flushed face.
“What about now?” he asked. “Did you come?”
Zoro shook his head.
“I don’t even know,” he panted, sounding thoroughly out of breath. “It feels so different. Felt damn good, though,” he finished with a grin, and Sanji supposed he’d have to be content with that. For now, at least.
He got up and reached down to grab Zoro by the wrists to help him to his feet. As he pulled him up Zoro made a disgusted face and the soft tap tap sound of something dripping down on the floorboards reached Sanji’s ears.
“Damn it, cook, how much did you fucking come?” Zoro grumbled, face going bright red as Sanji’s come dribbled out of him.
“Two and half months’ worth of blue balls, marimo,” Sanji said as he stepped close and snuck a hand between Zoro’s legs to feel the wetness spilling out of him. “Two and a half months.”
“Yeah, well, it’s gross,” Zoro muttered against Sanji’s shoulder as he let Sanji hold him for a moment.
“No, it’s damn hot,” Sanji purred against his temple, earning himself a shove and an embarrassed glare.
“You’re not the one with jizz running down your thighs, cook, so shut the hell up.”
Sanji grinned and ogled Zoro’s ass as he walked into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. Then he yawned and stretched, something popping pleasantly in his spine as he did. Damn, but he was tired.
He got on the bed and curled up on his side under the rumpled covers, feeling sleepy and sated and happy. After a few minutes he heard Zoro come out from the bathroom. The bed dipped under the swordsman’s weight as he crawled under the covers and spooned up against Sanji from behind, one hand settling on his hip. Sanji smiled as he felt soft lips brush a kiss between his shoulders.
“I’m changing back first chance I get. You know that, cook,” Zoro said, some emotion that Sanji couldn’t really put his finger on in the tone of his voice. Regret? At what? At not being willing to ultimately give Sanji something he thought he wanted? Sanji didn’t want him to feel that way, not about this, but he didn’t want to bring it up either if that wasn’t actually what the emotion he thought he’d heard was.
“I know,” he said instead and left it at that.
And he was fine with it, he really was. Because as much as he liked - really, really liked - Zoro’s new lady-body, he suddenly realized that he’d liked him just as much before and would probably like him even more once he turned back and got his old confidence back. He turned that new little piece of information about his own preferences over in his his head for a while, but in the end he decided that he probably shouldn't examin it too deeply.
Zoro was asleep within minutes. Sanji listened to his even breathing as he slowly drifted off himself, his mind filled with happy thoughts of breakfast and all the things he wanted to do to Zoro once they woke up.
The End
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Sanjixgenderswapped Zoro
Words: 3918
Rating: M, Not Safe For Work
Warnings: Genderswap, sex, language
Summary: Zoro has been turned into a woman. He’s not very happy about it.
Author’s note: I found this sitting in one of my old WIP folders. I think I started it as a fill for the fanforall, but I really can’t remember. But it’s finished now, so I thought I’d share it with you. Totally just an excuse to write Sanjixgirl!Zoro porn.
-----
Sanji had waited. He’d waited with the patience of a fucking saint. Two months, fifteen days and four hours had passed since Ivankov did what Chopper hadn’t been able to and fixed Zoro’s weakened and slowly faltering heart. Two months, fifteen days and four hours had passed since Ivankov failed to mention that he was also going to turn Zoro into a woman in the process for some flimsy reason that Sanji personally thought was a big steaming pile of bullshit. Two months, fifteen days and three hours had passed since a smirking Ivankov had explained to an angry and frantic Zoro that turning him back too soon after such a transformation was going to put too much stress on a body that already was working hard on healing a life threatening condition. Three hours later, the okama Queen took off with a smirk and a wink at Sanji and had not been heard from since.
Two months, sixteen days and eighteen hours had passed since Sanji last got laid.
Shitty torture, that’s what it had been. If Zoro had turned into the ugly woman Sanji had half expected him to, things wouldn’t have been so bad. But he was pretty. Very, very pretty, even with his missing eye. A surprisingly girlish face, with one incredibly dark eye, fine eyebrows and a full lower lip that formed the most adorable pout whenever he frowned, which was often. A deceptively slender looking body for all the muscle strength it still possessed, with wonderfully female hips and small breasts that had fit perfectly in Sanji’s hands the one time he’d been allowed to touch them.
If not for the fact that Zoro had become uncomfortable and self-conscious as hell whenever Sanji wanted to fool around, Sanji would have been in heaven.
They’d kissed, of course, and a few times Zoro had got so into it that he’d had his hand down Sanji’s pants. But as soon as Sanji had tried to return the favor and touch him back, he’d freaked. And then there had been bared teeth and yelling and a complete ruining of the mood, resulting in Zoro storming off to his weights and leaving Sanji to peel and chop mountains of vegetables in a vain attempt to release some tension.
But Sanji had waited. And waited. And waited. And eventually, Zoro had started to get used to his new body. Had started to miss sex almost as much as Sanji did. And now, finally, Sanji’s reward was straddling his thighs on a soft bed at a not too horribly run-down inn, gloriously naked in the warm candlelight. This… this was Perfection. This was…
“The hell are you looking at me like that for, damn dartboard brow?”
Sanji blinked up at Zoro’s frowning face. Perfection sure was in a pissy mood. He frowned back.
“Like what?”
Zoro made a face.
“Like you’re looking at Nami or Robin. I already told you, if you go all love-cook on me, this isn‘t happening.”
“Hm. No sense of romance whatsoever, as usual,” Sanji said, one hand sneaking up to softly stroke a path from Zoro’s knee and up towards the inside of his thigh, testing the waters. Zoro growled at him, but when he did so with his female voice, the only effect it had on Sanji was making him more excited. His cock twitched impatiently against his lower belly.
Zoro’s eye wandered from Sanji’s face and down to his cock. He glared at it as if he was mad at it before wrapping his fingers around it in a loose hold, thumb running up the underside, just the way Sanji liked it. Sanji let out a sharp breath through his nose and moaned deep in his throat as Zoro started stroking. His hand, while smaller now, felt wonderfully familiar and so very, very welcome after the long weeks without getting touched properly.
Zoro scooted higher up Sanji’s thighs, bringing their crotches closer together. Sanji stared hungrily at the patch of green hair between his thighs. He desperately wanted to touch his lover there, to slip his fingers between soft folds and show him how good he could make him feel. But earlier experience had shown him that Zoro probably should be allowed to set the pace, so he lifted his hands to stroke the lovely curves of his hips and waist instead. When he dared raise one hand to cup and gently stroke a firm breast, Zoro frowned and brushed his hand away.
“Keep your hands to yourself, love-cook,” he growled, jerking Sanji harder and making him moan again. Sanji cursed under his breath, frustration and arousal battling for dominance inside his head, and wrapped both hands around Zoro’s hips again, instinctively pulling him closer.
Zoro stopped the movement of his wrist abruptly to finger Sanji’s cockhead, spreading precum with his fingertips. Frown deepening and jaw clenching with determination, he abruptly got up on his knees and pointed Sanji’s cock straight up, moving forward to lower himself over it.
Sanji tried to gasp at him to wait and slow the hell down, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go, but the words got stuck in his throat as he watched Zoro slide the head of his cock back and forth between his folds a few times before fitting it against his opening and slowly sinking down.
He wasn’t wet enough, Sanji felt that straight away, but the heat and tightness, and shit, Zoro was a woman now, made him bite back the demand for him to stop. Zoro lowered himself until Sanji was halfway in. He stayed there for a moment, shivered, lifted himself a little and changed the angle before taking a deep breath and taking Sanji all the way inside.
Sanji let out a string of garbled noises, fingers digging into Zoro’s skin as he settled his weight on Sanji’s hips. Shaky hands pressed against Sanji’s stomach for support and balance, and for a moment Zoro stayed still just like that, simply breathing and trying to relax. His eye was closed, Sanji realized when he looked up into his face. He looked like he was in pain. Sanji’s chest felt tight, a panicky feeling fluttering in his belly when he realized that he very well could be, this being his first time as a woman and all.
“Hey, Zoro…”
“Shut up,” Zoro growled behind clenched teeth. He started moving on Sanji’s cock, rocking back and forth over him with stiff movements, but he was still too dry. Choking back whimpers of pleasure, Sanji moved one hand, slid it across Zoro’s belly and down to where they were joined, carefully pressing his thumb against Zoro’s clitoris. Zoro jerked upright at the touch, eye flying open and burning angrily into Sanji’s as he wrapped a hand around his wrist hard enough to bruise.
“I told you to keep your fucking hands to yourself!” he snarled. Sanji sighed, thoroughly annoyed.
“I’m just trying to make it better. You’re too dry. You’re going to be sore afterwards if you keep going like this.”
“When the fuck did you start caring whether I’m sore or not after you fuck me, damn cook!” Zoro snarled back. They glared at each other for a few drawn out moments before Zoro angrily turned his gaze away and lifted himself from Sanji’s cock. He moved to kneel between his legs instead and bent down to take him in his mouth. He instantly tore his mouth away when he tasted himself on Sanji‘s cock, grimaced and spat on the floor. He wiped his tongue on Sanji’s thigh to chase the taste away before taking him in his mouth again and settling down more comfortable on the bed.
Sanji levered himself up on his elbows, watching with a frown as Zoro sucked him. The anger was slowly melting away from his lover’s face as he worked. Sanji shuddered in pleasure as Zoro took him deeper, and he hazily realized that Zoro was planning to finish him off like this. He frowned and brushed his knuckles gently over a hollowed cheek, which made Zoro’s eyebrows twitch in annoyance, then he got a good hold on Zoro’s short hair and pulled him off, trying to be gentle about it but too annoyed to be completely successful.
“What?” he said. “You’re just gonna suck me off?”
“Why the hell not?” Zoro said as he glared up the length of Sanji’s body. “You’ve never complained before.”
Sanji sighed. No, he’d never complained before, but Zoro had had a fucking cock back then that he’d been able to return the favor on, and he really doubted that the stubborn bastard was going to let him put his face between his legs the way he was acting right now.
He grabbed Zoro beneath the armpits and was a little surprised when the other man let him pull him on top of him so that they were laying chest to chest, the sensation of soft breasts pressing against him sending a thrill of arousal through Sanji’s body despite his annoyance. Zoro was stiff, but he made no attempt to move away when Sanji wrapped his arms around him.
“You’re such a pain in the ass,” Sanji muttered. “Why won’t you let me make you feel good?”
Zoro lifted himself a little so that he could glare into Sanji’s face.
“I want you to make me feel the way you did back when I had a dick.”
Sanji snorted. How the hell was he supposed to make the bastard feel like he did when he had a dick when he didn’t fucking have one?
“Well, you’ve got other things now,” he tried. “We can do different stuff.”
Zoro stared at him like he’d just said something unbelievably stupid, a look of deep disappointment on his face.
“You just don’t get it,” he said, sounding tired now instead of angry. “Forget it, this was a bad idea. You’re fucking useless.”
What? What just happened? Sanji frantically tried to figure out what he’d done wrong, his desperation growing as Zoro pushed himself up and started to move away. Damn marimo, why couldn’t he communicate?
“Wait,” he said, gently gripping Zoro by the upper arm, but Zoro just shrugged him off.
“I said wait, damn it!”
It wasn’t fair. It couldn’t end like this, not when Sanji was still stubbornly hard and needing the fucking bastard. He grabbed Zoro and slammed him down on the bed, holding him down by the shoulders to buy himself some time as he tried to figure out how to make whatever he’d done wrong right again.
“What the hell do want from me, Zoro?”
Zoro stared up at him for a moment. Then he head butted Sanji in the face.
“Ow! Fuck! What the hell is wrong with you?” Sanji shouted, shaking Zoro roughly and making him bounce a little on the bed.
“That’s better,” Zoro said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, and proceeded to flip their positions, pressing Sanji into the bed and bending down to more or less bite at his lips.
Sanji struggled against him, pushed him away before he could draw blood, then did a double take as he got a good look at Zoro’s face. He knew that expression. Zoro was getting excited. And suddenly, it all started to make sense.
The hell are you looking at me like that for, damn dartboard brow?
Like what?
Like you’re looking at Nami or Robin.
Sanji blinked.
He’d been going about it all wrong from the start, Sanji realized. They’d never done slow and gentle before. Not unless one of them was injured and their rough play-fighting would open up wounds or hurt bruised or cracked bones. There had been less violent times, and times when it hadn’t been a fight for dominance, just a mutual desire to share pleasure, but never slow and gentle. He’d let Zoro be in charge this time, let him decide on the pace and do what he wanted all while being as gentle as he possibly could because he didn’t want to push him into doing something he wasn’t comfortable with, but all it had accomplished was making him feel awkward and uncertain, because that’s not how things worked between them. For Sanji to start treating him carefully now, touching him gently and just treating him differently when he already felt confused and insecure in his new body… no wonder he couldn’t get into it.
Sanji let out a sigh.
“Fucking idiot.”
He flipped them over again, pinned Zoro to the bed and kissed him hard. Zoro relaxed beneath him for a moment, letting out a contented breath through his nose that wafted hotly over Sanji‘s cheek. Then he started kissing back, strong hands running up Sanji’s back until one tangled in his hair and tugged. Sanji growled at the sharp pain. He broke the kiss and dipped down to suck a bruise into existence on Zoro’s neck and shoved his lover’s legs apart so he could press the top of his thigh between them.
Zoro gasped and pushed up against him, rubbing himself against him for a moment before flipping them over again to grind down against him. But now Sanji had gotten into their old fight for control, so he rolled them over again before Zoro had time to pin him. Too late did he realize that they were already at the edge of the bed, and they ended up falling down onto the floor.
Sanji landed on top. He winced at the sound of Zoro’s head hitting the floorboards and had to struggle not to apologize, because that’s not what he would have done before the change. He just took a moment to make sure that the swordsman was fully conscious and gave him a few seconds to blink the stars out of his eyes before he began kissing him again.
The space between the bed and the wall was too narrow for more wrestling. He had Zoro trapped beneath him and Zoro knew it. Sanji had won this fight for dominance.
Sanji grinned down at Zoro, reveling in the look on his lover’s face as he bared his teeth, all but challenging Sanji to dominate him. Sanji was already between his legs, so all it took was a slight shift to get the top of his thigh pressed right up against Zoro’s sex again, and Zoro happily rolled his hips up against it. He bent down and claimed Zoro’s mouth, licked inside it and braced his weight on his right forearm so he could free his left hand. He brought it between them and cupped one firm breast, his own arousal rising even higher at the feel of a hard nipple against the sensitive palm of his hand. Where previous attempts at touching Zoro’s new assets had been tentative, bordering on asking for permission, this time his touch was sure, no hesitation in his movements whatsoever as he massaged what he’d desperately wanted to touch ever since Zoro’s change. And this time, Zoro was letting him. If he hadn’t been busy getting laid (and damn if that didn’t almost bring tears to Sanji’s eyes after months of going without), he would have taken a moment to bellow his victory towards the heavens.
Zoro was all but gasping beneath him, breathing desperately through his nose as he bucked up against Sanji’s thigh. Sanji moaned and broke the kiss, shifted and spread Zoro’s legs further apart so he could push between them to rub his hard cock against his lover’s sex. Zoro shivered at the contact, incredibly wet now, and Sanji slipped easily between the slick folds. He spent a good minute just sliding back and forth, rubbing his cockhead against Zoro’s clit and making him gasp and twitch.
“Hurry up, you bastard,” Zoro gasped at last, fingers digging into Sanji’s shoulders as he pushed against the backs of Sanji’s thighs with his heels.
“Don’t tell me what to do, shithead,” Sanji snarled, but he was all too willing to comply.
Zoro’s breath hitched when Sanji sank inside him. He moaned, sounding almost surprised, and held still as Sanji started fucking him.
Sanji groaned into the crook of Zoro’s neck, slipped a hand beneath his lower back and angled his hips so he could get as deep as he wanted. He thrust in sharply, making Zoro cry out and cling to him.
“Is that good?” Sanji gasped, needing some sort of confirmation that he wasn’t hurting the other man, Zoro’s manly pride be damned. He felt Zoro nod and dig his blunt fingernails into Sanji’s back, his attempt at speech coming out as sharp cry and a moan instead as Sanji shifted the angle of his thrusts a little.
Sanji could feel orgasm creeping up on him already, his balls and lower belly tightening much sooner than he would have liked. He slowed his thrusts and pushed himself up on his forearms, gazing down at Zoro.
His lover was flushed, looking completely lost to pleasure. He opened his eye when Sanji pushed inside and held there, some sort of protest coming out as a garbled whine as he tightened his legs around Sanji’s hips and pressed against him with his heels. Sanji swallowed.
“I’m close,” he whispered, his cock twitching in the wet clench of Zoro’s body as if to prove his point. Zoro shivered, his entire body tensing for a moment as his hips pushed against Sanji on their own volition.
“Do it,” he gasped. “Don’t hesitate.”
Sanji groaned and buried his face against the side of Zoro’s neck. He slid a hand beneath his hips again to hold him exactly like he wanted him as his hips settled into the rhythm that would bring him to completion, fast and deep and hard and fuck, fuck, FUCK.
The breath stuck in his throat as he came, his cock pulsing inside Zoro as he spilled his seed as deep as he could go. His hips twitched in aftershocks, small, desperate thrusts made slick with his own come, and Sanji started breathing again, gasping openmouthed against Zoro’s neck. He groaned and shifted, blindly finding Zoro’s lips with his and kissing him, softly and deeply, as his cock slowly started to soften.
Zoro let himself be kissed, soft and pliant beneath Sanji. He seemed sated enough, but small shivers still ran through him even as Sanji’s body came down from the peak of its pleasure.
Sanji broke the kiss and looked Zoro in the eye.
“Did you come?” he asked. He needed to know, but it was a lot more difficult to tell now.
Zoro shook his head a little.
“It doesn’t matter.”
Sanji frowned. Of course it mattered. It wouldn’t be fair if he was the only one who got off. He hooked his hands behind Zoro’s knees and pushed them up towards his chest as he slowly, carefully pulled out.
“Keep your legs like that,” he instructed as he moved lower, kissing his way down Zoro’s body and down between his spread thighs, delighted that Zoro was actually letting him. He spread Zoro’s folds with his fingers and actually looked at him down there for the first time. The lighting was a bit too dim for Sanji’s liking, but he could still see the pearly white of his own come glistening at Zoro’s entrance. He gently spread him open and bit his lip, his cock trying to rise again as Zoro twitched and a little bit of white trickled out of him. It was a risky, stupid thing to do, coming inside like this, but damn if it wasn’t the prettiest thing Sanji ever saw.
“Stop staring at it,” Zoro grumbled, and Sanji could feel him tensing, starting to become uncomfortable again. With no time to waste, Sanji leaned down and swiped his tongue between Zoro’s wet folds.
Zoro let out a surprised yelp and tensed up for a completely different reason as Sanji fastened his lips around his clit and sucked. He worried gently at the stiff nub with the tip of his tongue before moving lower to lick at Zoro’s opening. He tasted himself there, the flavor of both of them mixed together one of the most enticing things he’d ever tasted. Then Zoro’s fingers clenched in his hair to pull Sanji back to where he wanted him, and somehow that felt very much like a victory.
He lost track of time, was only aware of Zoro, of his taste and the way he bucked up against his lips and tongue, of his shuddery moans and the shivers running through his body from the pleasure Sanji was giving him. He had no idea how much time had passed when Zoro finally started pulling him away.
“That’s enough,” he gasped, and Sanji looked up at his flushed face.
“What about now?” he asked. “Did you come?”
Zoro shook his head.
“I don’t even know,” he panted, sounding thoroughly out of breath. “It feels so different. Felt damn good, though,” he finished with a grin, and Sanji supposed he’d have to be content with that. For now, at least.
He got up and reached down to grab Zoro by the wrists to help him to his feet. As he pulled him up Zoro made a disgusted face and the soft tap tap sound of something dripping down on the floorboards reached Sanji’s ears.
“Damn it, cook, how much did you fucking come?” Zoro grumbled, face going bright red as Sanji’s come dribbled out of him.
“Two and half months’ worth of blue balls, marimo,” Sanji said as he stepped close and snuck a hand between Zoro’s legs to feel the wetness spilling out of him. “Two and a half months.”
“Yeah, well, it’s gross,” Zoro muttered against Sanji’s shoulder as he let Sanji hold him for a moment.
“No, it’s damn hot,” Sanji purred against his temple, earning himself a shove and an embarrassed glare.
“You’re not the one with jizz running down your thighs, cook, so shut the hell up.”
Sanji grinned and ogled Zoro’s ass as he walked into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. Then he yawned and stretched, something popping pleasantly in his spine as he did. Damn, but he was tired.
He got on the bed and curled up on his side under the rumpled covers, feeling sleepy and sated and happy. After a few minutes he heard Zoro come out from the bathroom. The bed dipped under the swordsman’s weight as he crawled under the covers and spooned up against Sanji from behind, one hand settling on his hip. Sanji smiled as he felt soft lips brush a kiss between his shoulders.
“I’m changing back first chance I get. You know that, cook,” Zoro said, some emotion that Sanji couldn’t really put his finger on in the tone of his voice. Regret? At what? At not being willing to ultimately give Sanji something he thought he wanted? Sanji didn’t want him to feel that way, not about this, but he didn’t want to bring it up either if that wasn’t actually what the emotion he thought he’d heard was.
“I know,” he said instead and left it at that.
And he was fine with it, he really was. Because as much as he liked - really, really liked - Zoro’s new lady-body, he suddenly realized that he’d liked him just as much before and would probably like him even more once he turned back and got his old confidence back. He turned that new little piece of information about his own preferences over in his his head for a while, but in the end he decided that he probably shouldn't examin it too deeply.
Zoro was asleep within minutes. Sanji listened to his even breathing as he slowly drifted off himself, his mind filled with happy thoughts of breakfast and all the things he wanted to do to Zoro once they woke up.
The End