Wip of a spicy zosan fic ! ^_^ I've never written them before so ~ !
Hot breath mixed with cigarettes, warm skin aching to touch eachother out of disgust. Zoro pinned Sanji down to his bed, that all too familiar angry expression on his face.
“You stupid cook,” he said in a malicious whisper. Sanji wanted so desperately to ram his foot into that mosshead’s face, but there was a much deeper desire that he wanted to bury, but couldn’t. The heat that was building, his racing heartbeat pounding in his head as Zoro leaned in closer, his head burying into Sanji’s neck.
Why did he let him? Why did he like the feeling of his lips on his skin, his mouth pressed against his sensitive spot on his neck. His body touched his, and he did nothing to deter Zoro from resting his rough hands on his waist.
His voice sent shivers down Sanji’s spine as he heard his whisper in his ear, desire laced thick on his tongue.
“I will break you in half.”
A threat, and yet a promise. Sanji didn’t have to wonder for long to know what Zoro meant. He could feel his knee in between his legs, spreading them apart gently despite the threat in his voice. He could easily throw Zoro off, beat the shit out of him, and never speak of this again.
But of course, Sanji wouldn’t be satisfied with that. This wasn’t what Zoro wanted, this was what Sanji wanted. Zoro was only obeying Sanji’s inaudible request. This much power, this much control of a stupid brute - sometimes, even Sanji scared himself.
Sanji grasped Zoro by the hair, hearing him wince as he pulled him face to face, his eyebrows furrowed as he spoke almost breathlessly.
“Then do it. Break me, so I can put myself back together again.”
With that, Sanji kissed Zoro, his hunger evident. There was an insatiable desire, one that Zoro reciprocated. Biting lips and little moans that only made the fire between the two ignite, Sanji couldn’t help but reel when Zoro rubbed against him.
Zoro’s knee pressed against his crotch, rubbing through the fabric. The friction was hot, and Sanji quickly let himself rock into him. There was a steady rhythm that only seemed to falter when Zoro ran his hands up Sanji’s shirt.
Sanji wasn’t used to being touched by a man. He had only known women, and even then he was more of the romantic type. He was the type to romance someone before even thinking of touching them, and yet this hateful spite he felt for Zoro only made him want more.
In between kisses and bites, the two belittled each other, riling up the hateful passion that hung in the air. His breath was hot, and Sanji could feel Zoro’s rough fingers graze along his chest.
Sanji let out a gasp as Zoro grasped at his chest, his lean muscles being squeezed.
“You bastard…” Sanji hissed, his hips shaking as Zoro pulled his leg back. How dare he tease him like this, leave him wanting more for someone like him?
It left a sour taste in his mouth - one that Sanji was quite accustomed to by now, but it didn’t make it any less disgusting.
Shivers of hot, throbbing aches ran down Sanji’s spine as Zoro gently lowered his hand along his side, his fingers tracing along the edge of his body. It was as if his tips were dancing, teasing Sanji into wanting more of his touch, no matter how dirty it was.
“Relax, curly,” Zoro chuckled. God, how Sanji hated how smug he was.
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With a nice wet pop, Blitzo shivers as he pushes eggs inside of himself
Luckily they feel good going in, that's always a bonus.
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