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Sanji opened the trap door. Three onigiris and a small bottle of sake. The usual.
What wasn't the usual was Zoro.
That wasn't his Zoro.
That wasn't the Zoro he had met a couple of months ago. The one that drove him out of his mind, the one he'd been so afraid of losing not so long ago. Sanji desperately wanted to get into his Zoro’s sweaty pants. But this wasn't him.
Someone, somehow, had played with space-time. And his stupid 19-year-old marimo had suddenly transformed into a version of himself who must be in his 40s.
And he was hot as hell.
“Hey, Curls. Put that down and get over here.”
There was something about his voice, and his presence, that made Sanji nervous. Especially at that moment when, for the first time, it was just the two of them.
The fact that Zoro grabbed him, and sat him on his lap with measured force, which he couldn't resist, didn't help him relax. Being against that huge, perfect chest, crossed by a scar much more healed than his Zoro's, definitely didn't either.
“I know exactly what you need.”
“What... me? What are you talking about, you shitty marimo?” His mouth so dry all of a sudden. He didn't know how he'd managed to articulate words.
“All afternoon with that bratty attitude of yours. I didn't remember how insufferable you were at this age. But I assure you, you're not going to disrespect me like that again. Not after the spanking I'm going to give you.”
The blond felt a lump in his throat. His boypussy was soaking wet. He began to wriggle out of the other's arms to no avail, and mumble protests that were cut off when Zoro held his cheeks with one of his large, calloused hands. His whole face held in his palm.
“Baby, I've known you for over twenty years. I know you would go to war for the promise of being punished. You need it so much,” Zoro used a deep voice that made Sanji feel butterflies in his stomach. Well, maybe it wasn't butterflies. Well, maybe it was somewhere lower than in his stomach. “And I promise you, I'm going to punish you. I won't stop until your skin is flaming hot. But if you test me again, I'm going to bare your ass right then and there, in front of your nakamas or whoever is around, and I'm going to give you an attitude adjustment until you say the safe word, which is going to be 'Thank you, Daddy.' Do you understand me?”
Sanji's heart was about to burst out of his mouth. He swallowed saliva in between his soft gasps and nodded his head. His pupils dilated. Looking miserable.
Zoro gave him a half smile and kissed him on the face. Surprisingly soft for the man's roughness. And the hand that previously held his face moved down to the cook's belt buckle, releasing it with learned ease.
In an instant, Sanji found himself turned over the swordsman's knees. His pants at his knees, and still maintaining the privilege of wearing briefs, when a shower of spankings began to fall on his bottom.
He was still mentally adjusting to the way it stung, and the fact that he wasn't actually finding it all that upsetting, but quite the opposite, when Zoro stopped.
And in that very instant he found himself wanting more.
But he was naive to think it was over. Zoro's hand removed the privilege he still wore. He heard a soft chuckle. And felt a finger run tracing his cunt.
“What a slut you've always been. You're all soaked already. If I'd known you had this delicious thing hidden here, I would have eaten it much sooner.”
Zoro continued to stroke the entire wet line, and its folds, up and down, squeezing both sides with his fingers, which were almost slipping in the midst of so much lubrication. Sanji moaned and found himself lifting his ass up to expose himself more, making it easier for Zoro's fingers to reach deep inside him. But he clicked his tongue three times. The sound of denial. Sanji could almost see him shaking his head from side to side.
“No, baby. Don't forget this is a punishment.”
He adjusted Sanji's shirt, revealing almost half his back and the scar that a certain doctor from a snowy kingdom had left on him.
And the whipping continued. And this time he felt it especially strong. The blond was beginning to feel the temperature rise. And this time it really stung. So much so that his moans intensified. He could no longer tell if they were from pain or pleasure. Probably a mixture of both. It was so much. So much that he began to do one of the things he knew how to do best: kick.
He kicked feeling a little more powerful. He kicked even when Zoro warned him not to. And that only earned him a few extra spanks, especially painful ones that made him whimper for forgiveness, high on his thighs.
“I'm sorry, Daddy! I'm sorry, please, please, please…”
And that must have touched something inside the older man, because he felt his cock twitch inside his pants. Zoro stopped to caress the whole sore area and pat him gently on the sitting spots. Mere transition, because he soon resumed the corrective, and as soon as the initial pain in his thighs had passed, Sanji went back to kicking again, getting Zoro to pause the punishment one more time.
As one hand rested on Sanji's back, he felt the other, which by now must have itched even more than his own ass, move away. And he heard what was clearly Zoro sucking his own finger.
And a second later, it was against the entrance to his ass. Burrowing its way into the depths. The most intense sensation the young cook had experienced so far. His gasps grew louder without him being able to contain them.
With just one of his fingers, without removing it from the cavity but without stopping moving it either, Zoro was fucking his ass. Making it contract at times and at other times be deeply dilated. A strange and pleasurable sensation at the same time, which made him want to behave very well.
“Good boy. And now you're going to hold your position because this is a warning. Disobey me again, and I'll show you something that really puts you in your place. Nothing makes you more docile than a good ass fucking. And it's a lot bigger than one of my fingers. Do you hear me?”
“... yes, Daddy.” It was totally embarrassing the way the moans escaped his lips. But calling him “Daddy” was making him even hornier, and he felt like he was tearing this version of Zoro apart, liking him even more than the green-haired man his own age.
“Get up. You're overdressed, you must be hot.”
And young Sanji sat up and let himself be manhandled. Zoro unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, leaving on his torso only the bandage binding his chest. He took a moment to smooth Sanji's hair and hold his face again. Looking into those glassy blue eyes that wanted him.
“Are you all right?”
Sanji nodded, with a whimper, and brought his hands to his own ass, massaging it and noticing how hot it was.
“Ah, ah. I didn't tell you that you could touch yourself, or that we were done. Take off what's left of your clothes, and give me the belt.”
“Please, Daddy, I've learnt my lesson already…”
Zoro gave him a look for which, indeed, he would've gone to war. The older man looked like he wanted to take a bite of Sanji. He slowly licked his bottom lip before running his teeth over it with a groan. He shook his head, grabbing Sanji's face again. He shouldn't get distracted. He placed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“You're so cute it's dangerous. I should slap your face too. Now, keep behaving yourself and give me the belt. Put your hands on the bench.”
“Daddy, please don't! I'm scared. My ass hurts already! I promise I'll be very obedient to you while you're around.”
“Of course your ass hurts, my little erocook. But we are not negotiating here. Be at ease, I wouldn't give you anything you couldn't handle. It's gonna be the last ones, okay? It's for your own good. To make sure that the message sticks with you, and that you remember me when my younger self returns. Now, I want you with your hands on the bench and counting out loud.”
Sanji took off his shoes, and felt the shame boil on his face as he took off his belt and held it out to Zoro, unable to look him in the face. So submissive. He took off the rest of his clothes as instructed, and still frightened by the anticipation of a type of pain he hadn't felt before, he rested both hands on the bench, bending over.
Zoro approached him slowly and corrected his posture, spreading his legs just the right distance apart and making him arch his back. Zoro brought his hand to Sanji's soaked cunt again, stroking and patting it. The young man was absolutely dripping, a fact that made Zoro’s head spin. The older man had to adjust himself in his pants as he whispered into Sanji's ear “Good boy. Now, count.”
Zoro slowly folded the belt in half before pulling on both ends, sending a loud snapping sound ringing through the air.
And when the first smack landed on his battered ass, nothing could have prepared him for how much he loved the sensation of the impact across his buttocks.
“O-one…”
And again.
“Two”
And another.
“Three”
His voice cracked.
“Four…”
The sound of the belt whipped through the air.
“Five… Please Daddy…”
The anticipation, and the feeling of pain it left afterwards was making Sanji dizzy.
“Six! Daddy please!”
Sanji began to whimper
“S-seven!”
But he didn't dare move his position.
"Eight. Please, no... Ouch! Nine!"
Zoro was enjoying it too much.
"Ten! Thank you, Daddy! Thanks, I deserved it, please no more! Daddy, please!"
Zoro chuckled. How miserable the young cook looked. How cute. He dropped the belt and gently caressed the pretty ass he had so conscientiously punished. He helped him up and carried him in his arms. So light. He sat with him. Giving him the attention he needed. Wanting to give him all the comfort and care he deserved after being punished. His first punishment of what would be a long career. Zoro knew how much Sanji wanted them. That he could never quite spank the brat out of him. That his partner would grow into a totally confident man who made him laugh every day, and also brought out the wild beast in him. And the boy he held in his arms.... Well, he was little more than a boy. And he looked at him totally lost. Full of desire.
“I hope I didn't screw up the timeline too much, but if my younger self had known earlier what you like, and how much you like him, you two probably wouldn't spend years in denial before taking the first step. Together we are unstoppable, you know?”
He kissed his face again, and Sanji sought his lips. Zoro dodged them. A misunderstood romantic gesture.
“No, baby. Let it be with him. I just... God, I've been wanting to grab that ass all afternoon. I told you I knew what you needed.”
The erection that had been building throughout that time was annoying in his pants. He repositioned it and spread Sanji's legs. Stroking him between his legs, this time, rubbing his clit. The blond, totally giving in to the action, spread his legs even wider and moaned loudly, his eyes closed and his head thrown back.
“Hey, remember this was punishment. You are not allowed to cum.”
But he didn't stop touching him. And as if by magic words, three seconds later, Sanji was cumming wildly.