#Zoro this is not rizz 💔

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Cw suggestive/nsfw1?!

Zosan oral fixation WIP idk please go take this while i crawl into a hole and die

i wrote most of this while i was in the ER cause i split my fucking forehead open so dont. be suprised if Zoro’s internal monologue sounds a little bit concussed ok…enjoy

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"Moss.”

Zoro fucking jinxed it. “Uh huh?” He looks up, and Sanji is deftly slicing up the fruit into large chunks. The insides are orange, and there’s juice from the cook’s work pooling on the cutting board. It looks messier than it should.

“Try this,” Sanji says, holding up a piece. the liquid drips down his fingers, over the heel of his palm and down his arm where it threatens to soak into the fabric bunched up by his elbows. Jesus Christ.

Zoro swallows and looks away. “Can’t. My hands are wet.”

“Did i fucking ask you to use your hands?” Sanji sounds impatient, and when Zoro turns back around he’s closer, bracing his forearm on the counter to lean forward. “Open up, asshole.”

About a million different (not very appropriate) situations flash through Zoro’s mind, including the awkward exchange in the kitchen a few nights ago— and suddenly, he sees an opportunity, nestled right in Sanji’s thumb and pointer finger.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Zoro leans down. Plucks the fruit from the cook’s fingers with his teeth and pushes it to the inside of his cheek, then licks the juice off of the pad of Sanji’s thumb.

Sanji doesn’t pull back, and Zoro flicks his eyes up to look at the blonde’s face: Watching. Gauging. The fruit is cloyingly sweet, and the cook is staring with an expression Zoro’s never seen before. It takes him a second to realize that Sanji isn’t looking at him— instead, his half-lidded gaze is trained steadfastly on Zoro’s mouth. The notion makes heat turn in the swordsman’s stomach.

Zoro begins moving again, dipping his head to where the liquid slid down onto Sanji’s forearm. He catches it with his tongue, never looking away from the cook’s face as he licks a stripe back up to his palm. Zoro barely catches the soft sound Sanji makes when he takes the man’s fingers into his mouth again; something scarcely audible that rubles low in his throat. Immediately, Zoro wants more, wants to hear Sanji do that again, unabashed and close enough that it rings clear in Zoro’s ears.

“You weren’t kidding,” Sanji finally whispers, after Zoro pulls off with a pop.

Zoro chews the food in his mouth thoughtfully. “Mmm. Too sweet.”

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ok shoots myself in the head. Zoro you are fucking weird and a freak (i say again with love) idk soemetjing hand and finger kink ok bye