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Zoro's not sure how he got into this situation, and while he's severely confused, he's definitely not complaining.
What situation is he in? Well currently, he's in an alleyway between two bars with Sanji's tongue down his throat while grinding their hips together. The cook is painfully hard in his slacks and has pushed Zoro's back to the wall while keeping a firm grip on his wrists.
Usually, it's the other way around.
They'll be docked on an island, the crew will go out, and Sanji will flirt and dance with the locals. All the while, Zoro will watch from the bar while having a drink. Sanji likes to flirt and Zoro doesn't mind him flirting as long as Sanji's screaming Zoro's name every night. Which he does.
After a long night of watching Sanji flirt with girl after girl, Zoro will snatch him by the wrist, drag him to the Sunny, and fuck the living day lights out of him. They end the night tangled up in bed together, kissing each other goodnight and whispering “I love you”s.
That's how it usually goes and Zoro had plans to make that happen, but something else entirely unfolded.
This time around, Zoro watched as Sanji danced with one girl before moving on to the next, until some guy sat next to him at the bar. He looked a little familiar and it turned out to be the guy he bought choji oil from for his swords. They chatted earlier that day and the guy gushed over Wado, so it was a pleasant surprise to see him at the bar hours later.
The guy bought him another beer and they chatted about a lot of stuff, but mostly swords. They laughed and Zoro got so into the conversation that he almost jumped out of his seat when Sanji clapped a hand on his shoulder. Of course, only Sanji could sneak up on him, so he wasn’t that spooked.
“Oh, cook, you done dancing?” Zoro asks with a smile. Sanji being done with dancing meant they could go home and cuddle. Or fuck then cuddle. Zoro's down for either.
“Who’s your friend?” Sanji asks with a look on his face that Zoro can't quite read. Tense maybe? It makes him drop his previous smile; suddenly worried about the cook's mood.
“Oh… he's the guy from the market,” Zoro explains slowly and the man gives a wave to Sanji. Sanji saddles him with an impressed look before focusing on Zoro again.
“Let's head back to the ship, Zoro,” the swordsman blinks, stunned. Sanji never used his name, and especially not with that tone. It was firm and unyielding. Zoro felt like he was in trouble, but he couldn't even tell why.
“Oh wait! Are you guys gonna be in town for a few more days?” The stranger asked while dropping a hand on Zoro's arm to stop them. “I actually study swordsmanship too and was wondering if you'd like to have a friendly spar? Maybe tomorrow?” He continued while raking his eyes over Zoro's physique.
“Yeah, I think we're-” Zoro starts, but is quickly cut off by the cook.
“We leave early in the morning, so he can't make it.” Sanji spits out and then grabs Zoro by the wrist, making him put down his half finished beer on the bar top. He yanks him out of his chair, out from the hold the other man had on him, through the exit, and into the alley; leaving the guy at the bar with a dumb struck look on his face. Before Zoro can even ask what's going on, he's slammed into a wall and Sanji is on him. Kissing him forcefully.
It's rough, hot, and messy. The swordsman can't even catch his breath and the things that the cook is doing with his tongue makes it hard to even think. He grabs Zoro's other wrist and pushes them both to the wall while grinding their hips together; pulling needy moans from the marimo.
This is the situation Zoro finds himself in currently, weak kneed and panting; wondering what the fuck is going on.
Sanji finally breaks the kiss; looking at Zoro like he might start a fight, but doesn't say anything. Just stares into Zoro's eye a hair's breadth away.
“What brought this on?” Zoro pants out.
“What brought this on?” Sanji repeats. “I don't know, maybe you should ask Mr. ‘Fuck Me Eyes’ back there, huh?” Sanji sounds pissed, and maybe the bruising grip he has on Zoro's wrists should have been a sign, but his mind was a little preoccupied. Hearing him now, though, it's clear as day.
Before Zoro can even ask what that means, Sanji's on his neck; kissing and sucking, leaving him breathless. It's not enough though, so the blonde bites and nips at the skin; causing bruises to blossom on the tanned neck.
“I should go back in there and find him. Make sure he knows that you're mine and mine alone.” It finally connects in Zoro's mind. Sanji's talking about that guy in the bar. The one he chatted with about swords.
“Sanji- we were just talking-!”
“You might have just been talking, but he was flirting. Eye fucking you the moment he sat next to you. I ought to bring you back to his shop and ride you right in front of him… or maybe I should fuck you here and now instead. Let him know. You're. Mine.” Zoro swallows and blushes. Stuck halfway between shocked and deliriously horny. He's never seen Sanji act this way, but it looks good on him.
“Yeah? You like that idea? Want me to fuck you? Right outside this bar?” Zoro stares for a moment before nodding quickly. He almost always tops, but right now he needs Sanji's cock in him immediately.
The cook lets go of his wrists, grabbing his hips, and spinning him around. He slams the side of Zoro's face into the wall and works the other man's pants down just below the swell of his ass. He then fishes in Zoro's pockets, quickly finding lube just like he thought he would. The blonde douses his fingers and works the lube a little to warm it up then pockets it once more in his own pants for later use.
“Ready?” He asks Zoro, and the man nods again, canting his hips back to further communicate how desperate he is. So Sanji slides in a finger slowly, resting for a second once he's fully in so Zoro can acclimate to the stretch. Once the moment has passed though, he reels his hand back and slams his finger back in. Prepping Zoro roughly, but the mossball whimpers. Completely being undone by Sanji's fast and harsh pace. He didn't know, but now he does. He likes it rough. Likes Sanji being rough with him.
He tries to hold back his moans, but Sanji encourages him to be loud.
“No, let him hear you. Let him know how good I make you feel,” he slips in another finger and keeps up his fast pace. He spreads his fingers a little, scissoring them to loosen up the swordsman's hole. Zoro moans against the wall, pushing his hips back to get Sanji's fingers even deeper.
“More- please, Sanji!” He begs, trying to find the right sequence of words, but it's hard. He's panting, his cock hard and untouched, and all he can focus on is Sanji's fingers fucking into him. Making him near frantic.
“You want another finger? Two's not enough?” Sanji pushes in a third finger, drilling them in him roughly, then crooking them just so. Looking for something that he knows will drive Zoro wild.
“Ah! S- Sanji! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me please,” Zoro chants, letting him know he found it. Zoro looks fucked out already, just on three fingers, and it makes the cook smug. The swordsman has the side of his face pressed to the wall, eyes closed, brows pushed together, back arched, and just ever so slightly meeting Sanji's fingers fucking into him. It's better than anything Sanji's ever imagined and he starts wonder why he doesn't fuck the swordsman more often.
Every moan, whimper, and whine coming from Zoro just fuels the fire burning in Sanji. He doesn't even need to feel his upper lip to know that he's having a bloody nose.
“You want my cock, huh?” Sanji laughs a little. Thoroughly enjoying Zoro acting so shamelessly.
“Yes, please- Sanji,” his eyes are watering and he’s practically hysterical. So turned on. So keyed up. He feels like he's gonna lose it if the blonde doesn't fuck him right there.
“Where do you want it, baby?” He grinds the tips of his fingers into Zoro's prostate, making him whimper before answering him.
“In- in my ass please! Fuck my- fuck my ass, please,” he keens. The blonde smirks, absolutely enthralled by the swordsman.
“Who knew you were such a slut? God damn,” Sanji removes his fingers and Zoro whines pathetically. “A moment, darling. Gotta get my cock out first. That's what you want, right? My little slut.” The swordsman sniffles and nods.
“Only for you,” he whines, egging on Sanji's possessive tirade.
The cook's face breaks out into a wild grin as he hurriedly undoes his belt and opens his slacks. Once his cock is free, he lubes himself up, and rubs the head right on Zoro's hole. He slams himself inside the swordsman after his brief teasing, making him scream. Sanji grabs Zoro's upper arms and pulls them back, using them to move Zoro back onto his cock.
“Fuck- you're so tight. You're squeezing my cock so much. Practically sucking me in,” briefly, he worries if he'll even last with the way Zoro's walls are gripping him. He pushes that out of his mind though, he's got a job to do and that's to fuck Zoro so good he's screaming loud enough for that guy in the bar to hear them. Hell, he wants the whole bar to hear them.
Sanji pulls out and then slams Zoro back onto his cock by the arms. He starts with a steady pace, still conscious of the fact that Zoro hardly ever bottoms, but the house plant doesn't seem to care about that fact.
“Harder! Please! Ah! Ngh!” he moans and whines. Sanji can't help but fulfill his request. He moves into a back breaking pace, making the whole alley echo with the wet slap of their skin. Tears fall from Zoro's eyes; crying from how good it feels. How good it feels to be fucked like this. How good it feels to be Sanji's.
“Sanji! Fuck- so good! Ahh! Mmm-” Zoro's voice sounds thick from his tears, yet still in a high pitch whine, and it just spurs on the blonde; loving every sound coming from the other man.
In their position, it's hard to find the angle he wants, so Sanji lets go of Zoro's arms. He reaches down until he cups the backs of Zoro's knees and pulls them up. Lifting the swordsman off the ground and making him yelp in surprise. His knees to his own chest, basically in a full nelson. Sanji drops him onto his cock, the head of his dick slamming into the green haired man's prostate, kissing it over and over again. The swordsman scrambles to hold on, not used to being manhandled in any way, shape, or form.
Zoro is pretty much incoherent at this point. He's sobbing and drooling. Only able to moan, whimper, and chant Sanji's name like a prayer. The blonde keeps impaling him with his cock. Fucking him hard enough to make his balls slap against Zoro's ass cheeks. A deep burn brews in Zoro's tummy as pleasure makes its way through him; down to his toes. Making them curl in his boots he still has on. His cock still untouched and dripping all over itself. Every time Sanji slams into him hilt deep, precome drips off Zoro's cock, flinging the fluid onto the wall in front of them.
It's obscene. Down right debaucherous. And Sanji couldn't have asked for anything more perfect in his life.
“God, you're perfect like this. Speared on my cock and crying. No one can fuck you like this baby. You understand? Only I can. You are mine. I don't like to share. I don't like people playing with my things. You are my fucktoy. Mine alone. Only my cock can fuck this slutty hole,” Sanji ruthless grinds his cock onto Zoro's prostate.
“O-only ah! Only Sanji! Want only Sanji's cock. No one- fuck! Ngh, no one else,” Zoro can barely keep his head up as he speaks, letting it lull back onto Sanji's shoulder as he writhes.
“Such a good boy. That's exactly right,” Sanji keeps up the pace, jack hammering his cock into the other man with a white knuckled grip on his legs. Zoro drops a hand to his cock, barely getting to fuck his fist before Sanji pulls his hand away, momentarily letting a leg fall. “No, baby. Good boys come with their ass. If you wanna come, it's gonna be from my cock, understand?” Zoro whines and sobs some more, but doesn’t argue. Satisfied with the response or lack thereof, Sanji ruthlessly targets Zoro's prostate. Very nearly abusing the bundle of nerves.
Selfishy, the blonde doesn't want anyone else to make Zoro feel good, not even Zoro himself. So if he's gonna come, it's gonna be by Sanji's doing.
“Wait- Sanji! I'm gonna-!” Zoro screams once more then comes harder than he ever has in his life. Semen coats his chest and chin, slowly dripping down his body. Fresh tears make their way down his face as well and Sanji just keeps ravaging him. He's practically using him as a fleshlight. Holding Zoro tightly in his arms while he bounces him on his cock, chasing his orgasm by using the swordsman hole as if he's an object solely meant for the cook's pleasure.
The swordsman's orgasm turns painful as he's fucked into a state of overstimulation, but he doesn't tap out. The pain doing something funny to his head, hurting in such a way that it wraps back around to pleasurable again. His cock not even having a chance to soften yet, Zoro is fucked to the edge once again, but this time it feels a little different. It burns more and makes his legs shake uncontrollably. The muscles in his thighs and abdomen cramping up.
“Sanji! Something's-! I'm gonna-! Ahhh! W- wait-! AAHH! SANJI!” Before he could finish, Zoro comes once more, squirting out heaps of clear fluid while screaming. The swordsman's face burns with embarrassment and there's nothing he can do about it at this point, but let Sanji fuck him through it again. Every time his cock slams into his prostate, more fluid squirts out of him. He soaks his pants and the wall in front of them.
Zoro's walls spasm and tighten even more around Sanji while the swordsman screams his name over and over again, pushing the cook over the edge and letting Zoro's hole milk the come right out of his dick. The blonde fills him with a huge, and hot load and grinds his cock deep into him, fucking the come right into him. Marking Zoro as his from the inside out.
When Sanji finally comes down from his high he looks at the swordsman and gets a view he never thought he would see in his life. Zoro's face is covered in drool and tears, he eyes are glossed over, lips parted and panting, his whole body shaking, and his come is dripping all over from squirting earlier. Not to mention the added bonus of him still being impaled on the cook's cock and stuffed full with his come.
“Are you okay, baby? Was I too rough?” Sanji asks, worried. He didn't even know he had that in him.
“M’okay… need a second…” He says, still panting. Sanji slowly lowers Zoro's legs to the ground, supporting him by the waist. He really fucked any and all thoughts out of the man. He's not even mad that Sanji dragged him away from his half finished beer back there.
“Okay, baby. Let's get you home,” once Zoro's feet hit the floor, his knees buckled and he almost face plants into the wall, but Sanji grabs him just in time. He slides out of the man and shimmies both of their pants back on. He spins the swordsman back around so they're facing each other. Sanji takes out his pocket square and cleans up Zoro's tear cover face.
“There, that's a bit better,” Sanji coos.
“My ass is leaking come,” Zoro states matter of factly before sniffling. Sanji blushes.
“How about I give you a bath when we get back?” Sanji suggests as he tucks the fabric back into his suit jacket.
“Cuddle after?” Zoro asks, feeling a little tender after such a rough fuck. He loved every second, but doesn't want to lose the physical touch so soon. He’s still shocked Sanji was jealous, and dare he say a little angry too, so he's looking for a little reassurance.
“Yes, we'll cuddle after. We can sleep in my bunk or I can make up the bed in the crowsnest. Sounds good?” Sanji looks Zoro in the eyes. Seeing if the swordsman is coherent enough before they try and make it home. Zoro nods again and moves to take a step before falling on the floor.
“I don't think I can walk right now…” he mumbles honestly. Sanji just scoops him up off the floor. Chest to chest and Zoro's legs wrapped around his waist. The swordsman rests his head on Sanji's shoulder as they make their way to the docks.
They head back in a peaceful silence. Sanji carrying Zoro and Zoro holding onto Sanji. The swordsman almost falls asleep by the time Sanji speaks up.
“Is… it that how you feel when I dance with girls?” Sanji asks timidly. Zoro doesn't even need a moment to think, just answers honestly.
“Not really, I know you like to flirt, and treat girls well. So you can chat and dance with them all you like… just as long as you always come back to me. You're mine too, you know?” Sanji blushes, but also feels relieved that he doesn't make Zoro feel jealous all the time.
“I'm sorry I acted like that. It's just…” Sanji trails off, obviously still thinking on the matter.
“It's okay, you're probably just not used to me being hit on, since it never happens. Not that he was even hitting on me to begin with,” Zoro mumbles the last bit.
“That's not true! You get hit on a lot! You just never pay it any mind!” Sanji squawks. Zoro sits up a little so he can look at Sanji.
“What?!” he asks, eyebrows drawing up high with disbelief.
“People hit on you at every bar, on every island, but you never say anything back to them. You always brush them off in favor of watching me dance or just to drink by yourself… so when you hit it off with that guy. I don't know. You were laughing and he was leaning on you,” Sanji makes a face and squeezes Zoro tighter to his body, seeking out comfort. Or maybe needing reassurance too.
Zoro, for the first time in forever, gets the picture and wraps his arms over Sanji's shoulders then buries his face in Sanji's neck and hugs him tightly.
“I'm sorry, I didn't even realize. We were just talking about swords. We talked about Wado and all the cursed swords I've wielded. I didn't know he was flirting! I was just excited to talk about swords… when you… when you came up to us, all I could think about was how I wanted to go home with you. How I was happy you were done dancing because it meant we could go home together, so no need to be jealous. I only want you.”
What can Zoro say? He's a simple man. He likes swords, fighting, and Sanji. And alcohol, but that's not the point. So yeah, he wants to talk about swords with other swordsmen (amateurs or not), but he only has eyes for the blonde.
“I feel so stupid right now. Of course you wouldn't flirt with anyone else. Of course you would light up because swords were mentioned…” Sanji huffs, frustrated with himself.
“Well, if it's any consolation, it was really hot…” Zoro says, face still buried in Sanji's neck.
Sanji pauses.
“It was?”
“... I see you mad all the time, but I've never seen you jealous. It was hot. Like really hot. I'm sure you can tell you though by me coming twice untouched,” the swordsman explains.
“Well, I mean, you did squir-'' Zoro cuts Sanji off with a hand slapping over his mouth.
“Do not finish that sentence, cook,” Sanji nods. “Now take me home and cuddle the fuck out of me, fucker,” removing his hand from Sanji's face with dramatic flair.
“Your wish is my command, my darling moss,” Sanji continues his path to the Sunny with Zoro in his arms.