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Zoro was completely ready to kill the damn Cook.
Barely two hours into the challenge, Sanji had been parading around the kitchen, twirling, and flipping his blond hair. Making sure to bend over at any completely unnecessary opportunity.
His cock felt like it was about to explode.
Things got weirder at breakfast the next day when, for the first time, Sanji had turned to the rest of the crew, face painted prettily with make-up. It was nothing extravagant. A layer of eyeliner and eyeshadow. Blond hair perfectly straightened over his right eye.
Nami and Chopper commented on how pretty he looked. Usopp looked like he was about to pass out. Then Luffy… We’ll Luffy didn’t notice anything was different.
No one else really had anything to say about it. Apart from Brook asking if Sanji would start wearing panties. It could every inch of Zoro’s self-control not to break every bone in his body.
The swordsman shifted in his chair, all blood in his body heading towards his cock. He wondered if he’d be punished if he came untouched inside his trousers. Because every time he saw Sanji’s beautiful face, he was pretty sure that was what was about to happen. Especially with the way the cook was turning so fucking elegantly, singing quietly to himself in North Blue tongue. Acting like everything was normal.
Unable to handle it for a second longer, Zoro excused himself, hurrying off the moment he’d cleared his plate. Zoro retreated to the crow’s nest, immediately curling into himself, clutching his crotch. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t handle this for another second. Every drop of blood in his body was rushing to his groin. He didn’t even feel like he could be here- everything reminding him of his lover in sexy lingerie, snapping that spatula against his skin. The swordsman quickly slipped his hand inside his trousers, pressing down hard at the base of his cock, stopping himself from coming in his trousers.
“Fuck…” Zoro hissed.
He forced himself to take three deep calming breaths. He could do this. He just needed discipline.
Zoro rolled over, folding his legs. He could find himself. He could be centred. Zoro tried his best to meditate, trying to clear his mind and focus.
But his cock wouldn’t let up.
Zoro screamed. He grabbed his weights, swinging them violently around the crow’s nest. Threatening to smash the Sunny to pieces.
“Aw, is the little dick boy, frustrated?”
Zoro dropped the weight. He could feel droplets of sweat pouring down from the back of his neck down his back, soaking his body. His painfully hard cock throbbed between his legs.
“Fucks sake, Cook…” Zoro whimpered.
Sanji tutted.
“Don’t swear at Mommy. She might have to punish you again.”
Zoro spun around. Without a second thought, he fell to his knees, almost dry heaving against the floor.
“No! Please!” He sobbed out. “Please, Mommy. I can’t take it anymore. You’re…”
“Yes?” Sanji asked innocently. Zoro heard the shifting of clothes and risked a look up.
Sure enough, Sanji was pulling his tie off. Carefully laying it to the side. Zoro licked his lips as pale, milky soft skin was revealed. The sweat began to fall from his forehead, dripping down his face. He grabbed at his crotch as Sanji stepped out of his trousers. Revealing the pair of black lace panties.
“Hands off yourself!” Sanji barked, folding his trousers.
“Mommy.” Zoro whimpered helplessly, reluctantly pulling his hand away. “Please… I can’t…”
“Aw.” Sanji stepped forward, taking hold of Zoro’s chin. “Can the baby boy not handle it anymore?”
Zoro gritted his teeth. Sanji’s beautiful eyes staring down at him. He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes.
“No!” He barked. “No, Mommy I can’t! Please. Let me come, let me come. Please, fuck let me come!”
All control had left the stoic swordsman. He laid his cheek against Sanji’s powerful feet. Fuck reservations. Fuck future embarrassment. He needed to come.
A low chuckle bounced through the crow’s nest.
“Come on, darling.” Sanji took his hand. “It’s still a little early but… Mommy can’t deny she liked the sound of you begging for it.”
Sanji carefully pulled at Zoro’s hair, bringing the other man to his feet. The cook pushed at Zoro’s chest, encouraging him backwards to the bench. Zoro fell backwards, legs spreading open of their own accord. Sanji licked his lips, seeing his lover hot and desperate inside his trousers. He pulled at the waistband of his underwear, his own erection springing forward, letting the panties fall to the floor.
“Baby boy has been so good.” Sanji straddled him, trapping him with his strong thighs. “Mommy is so, so proud of you.”
Sanji covered Zoro’s mouth with his own, slipping his tongue inside. Zoro moaned immediately, wrapping his arms around Sanji’s shoulders. Sanji tasted so fucking good. Like cigarettes and spices. His favourite flavour.
“You can keep your hands there,” Sanji ordered, pulling back from the kiss. “But keep them there.”
Zoro nodded, willing to do anything Sanji asked of him, providing he finally let him come! His dark eye stared in awe as long fingers reached between Sanji’s legs. Pulling a thick black plug out of his body. Zoro babbled, trying to ask how long Sanji had had that thing inside him; but he didn’t seem capable of coherent speech. Especially not with the warm lube dripping over his crotch. Each splash burning against his already heated cock.
“Mommy loves you, little boy.” Sanji’s fingers wrapped around his cock. Lowering himself on top of him.
Zoro saw stars. His life flashing before his eyes- mind completely delirious with pleasure as Sanji pushed down. The head of his cock pushing inside that tight, wonderful heat.
“Please, Mommy,” Zoro gasped. Tears streaming down his face. “Please.”
“Baby.” Sanji cupped Zoro’s face, forcing him to look at him. Blue eyes stared into his soul as he lowered himself down a few more inches. Slowly slipping all of Zoro inside himself. “Baby… Tell mommy you love her.”
Zoro growled, wanting to push up into the tight heat. But Sanji pressed him down firmly.
“I love you,” Zoro said breathlessly. His heart pumping hard. “I love you so much, mommy.”
“Good boy.”
Sanji pressed their lips together. Starting to move on Zoro’s cock.
The swordsman wasn’t surprised or even embarrassed by how quickly everything went by. Sanji barely raised and lowered himself three times before he felt Zoro convulsing beneath him. The large man moving so hard Sanji was terrified something was actually dangerously wrong. The cook gripped hard on Zoro’s shoulders feeling his cock pulse inside him. He counted ten pulses, come shooting through his body. Despite his own arousal still hot and heavy against his stomach, he sighed in bliss. Warmth spreading throughout him.
“Mommy loves you,” Sanji whispered again, caressing Zoro’s satisfied face. “She’s going to show you exactly how much.”