Christmas request fic for: poutergeist [One Piece, Zoro/Sanji]
Title: In Which the Thought Definitely Counts
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro x Sanji
Rating: Hard R/light NC-17
Disclaimer: One Piece and its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: Once the holiday festivities are over, Zoro and Sanji have a private gift exchange.
A/N: Apologies again for the lateness!
Christmas fic gift for poutergeist , who requested Zoro/Sanji fluff/smut
Zoro was tugged into the pantry mere seconds after the last of their crewmates had left the galley. He was pushed against the mountain of flour sacks, skillful hands making quick work of his pants before Sanji even kicked the door closed properly.
“Oi…what are you doing?”
Sanji pressed a smirking kiss to his jaw as his trousers were shoved down to his knees. “Giving you your present.”
“Christmas is over.”
“It’s the thought that counts, shithead.”
Words were abandoned. The pantry was dark and Zoro couldn’t see the way Sanji’s lips slid over his cock, but that hardly mattered because all he really needed was to feel it. A heavy shudder went through him, toes curling in his snow-stained boots as the warmth of Sanji’s mouth engulfed him. The cook’s fingers gripped at the curve of his ass, pulling him closer, easing him in deeper, until his nose was buried in marimo-green pubic hair and Zoro’s nails made half-moon marks on the back of Sanji’s neck.
Shallow breathing. Stifled moans. Determined sucks at sticky slick skin. The small room was filled with the quiet sounds. Zoro bit the inside of his cheek when he came. Sanji swallowed what he could, wiped the rest away with the back of his hand, and graciously said nothing about the trembling of the swordsman’s legs as they went a little weak. He moved up the man’s body slowly, and Zoro leaned in for a kiss, only to have Sanji’s hand on his face, pushing him back.
“So, where’s my present?”
“What?” Zoro frowned against Sanji’s palm and swatted it away. “I gave you that skillet.”
“Your name was in Robin-chan’s handwriting.”
“…What’s your point? Didn’t you just say it was the thought that counted?”
“Yes, but it wasn’t your thought, idiot!” Sanji huffed. “Of course, I’m probably asking too much, wanting you to actually think. Don’t worry about it.”
“I won’t.”
Another noise of frustrated exasperation escaped the cook and Zoro wrapped his arms around him, just in case he decided to leave. He kissed unyielding lips once, twice, three times before they parted. Zoro groaned faintly, tasting himself along with the cook’s smoky spiciness, and felt Sanji melt into him as their tongues lazily stroked at each other. It was quickly developing into a kiss that made promises of more, and before Zoro could get distracted, he took Sanji’s hand and guided it underneath his shirt.
“Here, this is my gift.”
“How is playing with your nipples supposed to be a-”
“I’m giving you my heart, dumbass.”
Sanji fell silent for a moment. His eventual “oh” of realization sounded just a little breathless and there was a blush spreading across his face. Zoro couldn’t see it, but he could feel it when his hand moved over the cook’s heated cheek and into his hair, bringing him into another promising kiss.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro x Sanji
Rating: Hard R/light NC-17
Disclaimer: One Piece and its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: Once the holiday festivities are over, Zoro and Sanji have a private gift exchange.
A/N: Apologies again for the lateness!
Christmas fic gift for poutergeist , who requested Zoro/Sanji fluff/smut
Zoro was tugged into the pantry mere seconds after the last of their crewmates had left the galley. He was pushed against the mountain of flour sacks, skillful hands making quick work of his pants before Sanji even kicked the door closed properly.
“Oi…what are you doing?”
Sanji pressed a smirking kiss to his jaw as his trousers were shoved down to his knees. “Giving you your present.”
“Christmas is over.”
“It’s the thought that counts, shithead.”
Words were abandoned. The pantry was dark and Zoro couldn’t see the way Sanji’s lips slid over his cock, but that hardly mattered because all he really needed was to feel it. A heavy shudder went through him, toes curling in his snow-stained boots as the warmth of Sanji’s mouth engulfed him. The cook’s fingers gripped at the curve of his ass, pulling him closer, easing him in deeper, until his nose was buried in marimo-green pubic hair and Zoro’s nails made half-moon marks on the back of Sanji’s neck.
Shallow breathing. Stifled moans. Determined sucks at sticky slick skin. The small room was filled with the quiet sounds. Zoro bit the inside of his cheek when he came. Sanji swallowed what he could, wiped the rest away with the back of his hand, and graciously said nothing about the trembling of the swordsman’s legs as they went a little weak. He moved up the man’s body slowly, and Zoro leaned in for a kiss, only to have Sanji’s hand on his face, pushing him back.
“So, where’s my present?”
“What?” Zoro frowned against Sanji’s palm and swatted it away. “I gave you that skillet.”
“Your name was in Robin-chan’s handwriting.”
“…What’s your point? Didn’t you just say it was the thought that counted?”
“Yes, but it wasn’t your thought, idiot!” Sanji huffed. “Of course, I’m probably asking too much, wanting you to actually think. Don’t worry about it.”
“I won’t.”
Another noise of frustrated exasperation escaped the cook and Zoro wrapped his arms around him, just in case he decided to leave. He kissed unyielding lips once, twice, three times before they parted. Zoro groaned faintly, tasting himself along with the cook’s smoky spiciness, and felt Sanji melt into him as their tongues lazily stroked at each other. It was quickly developing into a kiss that made promises of more, and before Zoro could get distracted, he took Sanji’s hand and guided it underneath his shirt.
“Here, this is my gift.”
“How is playing with your nipples supposed to be a-”
“I’m giving you my heart, dumbass.”
Sanji fell silent for a moment. His eventual “oh” of realization sounded just a little breathless and there was a blush spreading across his face. Zoro couldn’t see it, but he could feel it when his hand moved over the cook’s heated cheek and into his hair, bringing him into another promising kiss.