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Sanji worried her bottom lip, feeling that tingle flare through her body once again. Honestly she had been riding that high of warmth and arousal all day. An ebb and a flow where it was manageable, to times like now where she was having a hard time containing it. With Zoro's arms encasing her, his tone, holding her chin- it was becoming too much.
Sanji whined softly, nodding her head, but wouldn't let him go just yet. She needed to touch, just a little. A little taste to keep her feelings at bay a little longer. Rising on her tiptoes she easily found Zoro's lips, kissing him softly in the middle of the street. Her eyes fluttered shut as he kissed her back, holding her tighter which sent her heart racing.
"Daddy? Please," she whined against his lips, eyes glazing a little more, "I can't hold back much longer."
"Look at you. So slutty right now." Zoro grabbed her waist, spinning her around so he could lead her to their hotel. He heard her whimper as he held her close, their steps a little more rushed. "You just can't help yourself. Throwing yourself at me, tempting me. Tch, no control, huh?"
"Daddy." Sanji tilted her head onto his shoulder, panting as he whispered filthy words into her ear.
"Good girls control their desires." Zoro growled, feeling Sanji curl into his arm, enjoying how well behaved she was becoming. It seemed the more aroused she became the more obedient she was.
The second they entered the reception Sanji buried her face into Zoro's coat. He could feel her hiding her face, knowing just how red and flustered she was by the small hitches in her breath. She was making sure no one could see her, just like her Daddy told her. No one could see how aroused she was. That was for Daddy's eyes only.
"Such a good girl," Zoro purred, stroking her shoulders as they walked up the stairs to their room. She was shaking slightly in his embrace, his shy girl so warm against him.
Zoro quickly placed the key in the lock, half carrying Sanji inside. He slammed her against the closed door, pinning her wrists above her head and shoving his lips against hers.
Sanji melted as she was kissed hard, her knees going weak. This impossibly attractive man was all over her. He was all hers. He worshipped her. Tears of joy spilled down her eyes as she pressed her hips against his.
"Sir, please," she gasped. "I... I need."
Zoro's hand reached under her skirt. Fingers ghosted over her thighs.
"Now then..." Zoro hiked up his girlfriend's skirt, the young woman pliant in his hands. He froze, spying the silky green underwear. "Fuck... Baby..."
His cock pressed painfully against his trousers as he dropped to his knees. His eye went wide as he stared at Sanji's straining tuck. He licked his lips, leaning in to mouth over her crotch, tasting the sweat and salt of her arousal.
"Daddy! Sir, please!" Sanji begged, her body going dizzy, wanting that mouth on every inch of her body.
"Such naughty, slutty underwear," Zoro growled against her. "Daddy likes it a lot. He can't wait to mess it up."
He felt Sanji twitch against him. He opened his mouth and pressed firmly against her arousal. He licked and sucked, covering her in attention, needing to keep her close. Wanting to feel her lose herself in the panties. The silk felt perfect against his tongue.
The swordsman pressed long licks over her sex. Sanji could feel herself losing control. Her knees were shaking, threatening to give out. She'd been teased all day and was now about to lose her mind. Sanji hiccuped as she watched the green silk be dragged down her legs by Zoro's teeth. He didn’t flinch as her arousal sprung out, desperate and leaking. His fingers trailed down her legs as if he was handling a precious artefact. His fingertips traced over small scars and cuts that lingered on her skin.
She could never have imagined having someone touch her like that. To touch her like she was something precious. It was a confusing mix of warmth and dysphoria. She could feel her sex. Zoro could feel it. He was so close to it. Worshipping it.
Sanji was aroused. Too aroused. It burned like fire in her veins. Her heart, already beating hard from anticipation sped up from the anxiety. Sanji blinked. She sniffled as tears pooled in her eyes. She didn’t know if her vision was blurry from the tears or if she was getting dizzy. Tears dripped down her cheeks, plopping one by one onto Zoro's hand until he looked up, surprised. She pressed her fists against her eyes, trying not to cry- but another sob was pulled through her chest at how understood and cared for she felt. Followed by another from the wave of dysphoria. Another from the anticipation, then-
"Hey, sweetie. You're okay." Zoro cupped her cheek as Sanji hiccuped. He quickly sat up and pulled her to his chest. Sanji wailed into his neck. "Shh, it's alright."
It took her a moment to calm down, the adrenaline of terror and panic running its course, leaving her sniffling but still warm in Zoro's arms. His hand petted her hair softly as she got the pain out of her system, leaving her feeling small but oddly calm.
"Feel better?" Zoro asked. She nodded her head against his shoulder. "You want a bath, baby doll?" She shook her head no and he cupped her head. "No?"
"No, Daddy. M'okay now..." She rubbed at her eye before pulling back and wincing at the streak of black on her hands. "Can I wash my face though, Daddy?" She asked politely. Zoro nodded with a grin on his face.
"Of course, baby doll. C'mon. Up, up." He helped her to her feet and walked her to the sink to wash both their faces. The water was the only noise between them until Sanji sighed softly.
"This is probably the most awkward way to stop a date night, huh?" Sanji asked. Zoro shook his head, hair damp from the cool water.
"Not at all. Nothing has to stop if you don't want it to, babe. If you do, that's fine too, but really it's okay." Zoro chuckled to himself as he looked at Sanji's wide eyes. She looked like she wanted to ask something but bit her lip instead, glancing down at her damp panties tangled around one of her ankles.
"Well, I'm glad you at least liked them." She nodded at her undergarments. Zoro purred.
"Oh, I more than liked them. Seeing you in green makes me want to devour you all the more." He leaned over, nipping her ear, happy to hear her gasp.
"Zoro!" Sanji squealed, feeling him kiss down her neck.
"All wrapped up for me down there. Just like my girl should be." Zoro ran his fingers down her side, feeling Sanji jump at every small caress. "You gotta stop squirming on me like that, babe. Do you know what you're doing to me?"
Zoro swiftly lifted Sanji up, careful not to bash her against the walls. He cradled her, kissing her lips as he carried her to the bed.
"My precious girl." He nuzzled into her neck. He felt so privileged to have such a wonderful person all to himself. "My good girl."
"Marimo, please!" Sanji gasped as if she were bursting through water, arching in his arms. She didn't think she could take it a moment longer. She needed to have Zoro. To feel close to him. To be intimate with him. "I can't. I need!"
"I know, darling." Zoro threw her down on the soft bed, immediately climbing on top of her. "I need it too."
With his body caging her own, Zoro quickly took her lips and two relieved groans were kissed away. Zoro could feel Sanji squirm and arch, needing to be touched, he settled his weight down, trapping her close to comfort her and keep her still. Her little whimpers were swallowed down as their kiss deepened further.
Sanji's arms wrapped around her lover's head, holding him close as she felt her soul being taken away by a talented mouth. Of course Roronoa Zoro was an excellent kisser. She should have been jealous and baffled, but his tongue had stolen her words, leaving her to just whine for more.
When air was desperately needed, it was only then Zoro pulled away, sitting up to watch his girl's chest heave and arch up, wanting him to touch what was his. His cock had been throbbing earlier seeing her in those delicious green panties, but now it was borderline painful.
"Zoro, Zoro," Sanji whimpered, her hands running along her collar and mouth. Fingers dipping inside, her pink tongue flicking out to tease him. He growled as he practically ripped his pants down, cock finally free. Sanji outright moaned seeing him.
Still in his black coat, Zoro loomed over the woman before him, hard and ready for her. He looked ever the menacing swordsman the rumours spoke about. Scars and an eye that seemed more demonic than human.
But all Sanji she saw was her boyfriend and lover, her Daddy, caging and wanting to devour her.
Sanji's legs spread, feeling her own arousal finally be free. She called for him again, his name like a sweet syrup upon her lips for him to taste. His hands grabbed her waist, pushing the dress a little higher before diving in for her offering.
"Tastes so good, baby girl," he moaned, finding her neck- still caged in its collar. He growled. "Remember my promise, baby?" He asked, dark eye trained on her glazed blue. He would make sure those eyes stayed hazed and caught up only in pleasure.
Sanji whined, blinking as she shook her head. He only smiled.
"M'going to make love to you, baby girl. Nice and slow. Show you how your body should be worshipped. M'going to take you higher than you have ever been, and when I'm done?" He whispered in her ear, hearing her voice crack in need, "When I'm done you're going right over my knee. You aren't leaving this hotel room for sometime, baby doll."
Zoro didn't let Sanji even begin to process that before he began to kiss her skin. Every inch he could find would be kissed. Every scar. Every breath. He would worship it and take her so slow. By the time he was done with her she would be nothing but a puddle and all his.
Zoro carefully picked Sanji up, pulling down the zipper on the back of her dress.
"You smell so good, baby girl," he whispered into her skin. He kissed along her neck, licking at her skin. Every touch seemed to bring a kitten like mewl from his lover. Sanji's nails dug into his shoulder. He groaned at the pain, carefully pressing his hips into her.
Zoro kissed the heart on her collar, slipping the tight dress down Sanji's body. He sat back to admire her, his fingertips tracing the firm abs along her stomach. Brushing over her bra, hand cupping her breast. Her hand reached out to grab his wrist as his hand slipped behind her, fumbling with the bra strap.
"Wait," she whispered, chewing her lip nervously. "Can I keep it on? Please?"
The swordsman looked down at her shining eyes. He was a little put off by how nervous she was to ask, but he understood why after this evening.
"Of course baby girl." He kissed her cheek. "Now lie back for me. Legs open wide."
Zoro pulled his lower lip as Sanji splayed herself out, chest rising a little heavily, making her breasts give a small bounce. Her hair fawned around her face, giving her a soft glow. She really was like an angel spread out before him, legs opened wide, hips twitching in need as she bit her finger lightly.
He had to tuck away his desires to make her scream. Those were for later. Now he wanted her whimpers and whines. There would be plenty of time later to make her voice hoarse.
Fingertips tickled down her sides, making her squirm and fight back a giggle, which hitched into a gasp as Zoro found the tip of her arousal and kissed it gently. It brought a smile to his face hearing her sigh in pleasure.
"You look so good like this." Zoro mouthed across her strong hips. The power that laid there right there to taste. Calloused hands trailed across pale skin, moulding and massaging every muscle he could reach. Her soft keens and whimpers music to his ears.
Sanji arched and Zoro took his chance to glide his hand down her spine, feeling her muscles tense and move. She jolted a bit as he passed a line of scar tissue, her eyes widening in shock.
"Talk to me, sweetheart." Zoro kissed her thigh as his fingers glided along that spot once more. Sanji cried as she arched further up.
"S-sensitive." She breathed and Zoro made a note to come back to that spot later, perhaps when she was on her belly. He gave her a soft nip instead and cupped her bottom, squeezing the firm cheeks until she relaxed further into his hands.
Zoro reached into his coat pocket just as his lips found her aching arousal. Slipping her inside his mouth, he slowly bobbed his head as he flicked a bottle of lube next to him and coated his fingers.
"Z-zoro,” Sanji whined as he held her hips down, watching as the flush of lust covered her face and most of her neck. Zoro hummed just as his finger pressed against her entrance, swirling the digit around. He'd make her come over and over again tonight. He'd work her stamina down to the bones before he was done.
"Baby girl? Do you like it when Daddy touches you here?" He asked still with his mouth around her. Sanji sobbed. He easily pressed into her heat, curling his finger to press against that sweet bundle of nerves deep inside her.
Sanji nodded furiously, pushing back into his fingers. Grinding into his hand. She could already feel herself growing sweaty, just wanting more of Zoro around her. Her leg was picked up off the bed, giving Zoro better access to her insides. A soft kiss was pressed into the insole of her foot. Her body squirmed as she was tickled slightly, but the feeling was overwhelmed by the tender touch, just feeling so, very good.
"Marimo," Sanji moaned out. "Please."
"Hush sweetheart." Zoro kissed down the inside of her foot. Wrapping a hand around her ankle. "I told you, I'm going to take my time. I'm going to make you feel so very good."
He slipped a second finger inside her, teasing around her spot, brushing over it in a gentle caress, while he worshipped her foot with his mouth. It was strange, he had expected her feet to be rough and calloused since they were the tools she used for fighting. But she seemed to take almost as good care of them as she did her hands. The skin was soft and smooth under his lips. Every nail had been trimmed and polished, sporting a sheen of almost transparent polish Each kiss sent a jolt down his lover's body. His hands ran down her long leg, feeling the dips and the curves of her strongest muscles.
"Such an honour to have this in my hand, baby," he mumbled against her. "Your legs are so fucking beautiful. You know that right?"
Sanji covered her face as a tongue lapped at a thin scar along her ankle. She felt like she was about to start shaking as he praised her weapons. She knew her legs were one of her best features, but having used them as weapons and protection for so long, sometimes she forgot how good they looked. His cheek nuzzled along her ankle and foot before lips peppered more kisses along each nick and scar that she vigorously tried to hide.
Everyday she applied lotions and oils and treatments alike; she wanted to look beautiful and so with each battered trophy she would spend hours making sure no one would see the imperfections. Here, Zoro could see every one. And Zoro loved them. Loved each dip and curve. How her calf trembled as his tongue licked along her shin.
"I could spend days caressing your legs and never tire," Zoro whispered. Sanji shook her head until he pressed a reverent kiss to the side of her knee, just as he pressed deep inside her body. His name spilt from her mouth, from deep within her chest.
Sanji didn't know what to do with her hands as Zoro continued to break her apart piece by piece. She clutched her hair and the sheets, slid her palms along her chest and stomach, fisting back into her hair and mouth. Always moving. She was becoming frantic as he kept her right on a needle's point edge of orgasm.
His fingers caressed and curled ever so slowly as teeth grazed her inner thigh. She cried, weeping as her leg felt like it was melting. A kiss to the underside of her knee made her arch, a squeeze to her thigh made her sob, and another reverent nuzzle to her foot and she felt something in her breakdown.
"Zoro," she sobbed, unable to say much else.
"Shh, Daddy's got you." Zoro pressed his cheek along her thigh, feeling her begin to shake. "Look at you now." And Zoro did. Her long, beautiful body squirmed. She was so very needy- but she could go further and Zoro knew that.
"Good girl. Let it all go. Let all that tension and insecurity go. Listen to me. Only me, baby girl. Can you do that? Can you listen, Princess?" He watched as Sanji nodded, tears streaming down her face.
"You want to behave." He curled his finger. "You want to be good." He pressed down. "You want to let go of everything and feel oh, so good."
Zoro smiled as Sanji threw her head back, a sudden cry as her body locked up and pleasure raced through her veins. Her arousal still stood, aching and red, but he knew what that cry meant.
"I still have an entire other leg left to worship, baby doll… Then I can start on the rest of your perfect body."
"Zoro," Sanji gasped. "I can't... Daddy please!"
Zoro licked his lips, licking his tongue down Sanji's other thigh. His tongue dragged up her entire leg. He felt it go dry as he reached her ankle. He knew she had a lot of leg, but this was more difficult than expected. He ran his fingers over a scar on the bottom of her foot. He swallowed. It was red. It was fresh.
Zoro placed a tender kiss on the scar, rubbing his face on her foot.
"I love you." Zoro surprised himself by how easily the words slipped out. It hurt to think how much Sanji had gone through in Whole Cake. He hadn't been there for her.
He tried to bite his tongue, feeling the emotions he was normally so good at keeping inside bubbling up. But looking down at this beautiful woman, his beautiful woman, he couldn't stop the words falling out.
He cupped her cheek, finally holding his cock in hand. He kissed her thigh before throwing it over his shoulder, preparing to push inside her.
"Cook," he gasped. His eye was pure black. "I love you. I love you. Never leave me! Please!"
Sanji shook her head, hands reaching out for him. Her body easily bent in half as he came down, grasping at his shoulders to pull him closer.
"I love you too. I love you s-so much." Sanji sobbed as he pressed deep inside her. Her body pliant and needing him, filling her up slowly and with purpose as her words were caught in a guttural moan.
"W-won't leave you. Promise. I won't." She gripped his body with all her might. They clung tightly to the other, finding comfort in the embrace. Together, with serenity only achieved together, safety and no threats in sight, they each let down their walls.
""I love you.""
They spoke together before lips found each other in a clumsy kiss, Zoro buried deep inside Sanji's body. Her heat kept him oh, so warm. She was perfect. He could keep her on his lap, buried inside her and never move and get so much satisfaction out of that. To feel her body clench, squeeze, and wriggle upon him as he kept her close.
"Z-zoro," Sanji shakily whined, holding him as her body flushed, trying to get him to move. Still he stayed holding her still like she belonged there.
He felt an overwhelming surge of love for her at that precious whimper. How this woman was his. How he had fought and clawed his way to her side, and finally, finally , had her in his arms safe and sound. Zoro buried his face in her neck as he moved, his hips undulating in a slow rhythm. His girl choked and sobbed.
"Want to hear you. To hear your beautiful voice." It wasn't an order like before. It was a plea. As his desires melded in with his love, it broke another piece of her restraints down.
His hips moved slowly. Steady as the tide and just as powerful. Only allowing slow thrusts. He would build her up steadily, higher and higher and watch as she unfolded and broke. He would make sweet love to the woman he loved. Sanji was his and she was finally in his arms.
"Cook." Zoro cradled her close. As of having her in his arms was all he needed to stay alive. She felt so amazing. Just getting to hold her was perfect, but feeling her wet, heat surrounding him, so tight yet so welcoming, was almost more than he could handle.
Zoro didn't know what had come over him. Sanji was unleashing unfamiliar feelings as he held her so intimately- but he certainly wasn't complaining.
A realisation hit him suddenly. His movements stopped.
"Hey." Sanji ran her fingers through his hair. "Baby. What's wrong?"
Zoro closed his eye. Was his new relationship with Sanji what he needed to finally put Kuina's death behind him? Could she break down the walls he had subconsciously forced himself to build? He had known after his fight with Mihawk on the deck of the Baratie that Sanji could push him to be better. Maybe not on a conscious level, but somewhere in his heart he knew that by challenging this person, he could become better. Sanji was strong. Without realising it, he had laid his future in her precious hands from the day they had met.
He shivered. His hips started again.
"Nothings wrong." He kissed her cheek. "Just can't believe I have such a beautiful woman with me "
Sanji nuzzled her face into her lover's own. Her soft hitches pulled him further under her spell. Zoro tried to concentrate on his hips and not his heart just for some semblance of control, but her fingers brushed his earrings and the way she said his name, thick with need and so much emotion, had him gasping into her skin.
"Zoro," she moaned, a little louder than before, "talk to me. Please?" She begged. He wasn't sure when she managed to take the reins, but she had. Her eyes batted up at him, still soaked in desire and so much love. There was so much that it almost scared him.
Zoro rested his forehead against hers, two blues exposed to his one black. He had to shut his own, unable to handle the utter devotion she held so closely. It was blinding, but he would be honest and would not run away from her. It had taken too long, too much to finally have her. Even if he couldn't form the words that were trapped in his heart, he could show her.
"I love you," he whispered, much softer and before she could respond he took her lips and silenced her.
He couldn't express in words how much she meant to him, but he could lift her and wrap his arms around her. He could hitch her hips up and thrust deeper inside. He could smother her in kisses as he grazed the only fabric still left on her; her collar.
"You're perfect." He let slip and the rewarded moan was like a trickle compared to the next, and the next. Zoro held her close, not letting her move or shy away as controlled muscles fucked her deep and tender.
The room was filled with sounds. No doubt the entire island could hear how vocal Sanji had become once Zoro took back his control and poured it into her. He always knew she would be a screamer, but this was better than he ever hoped for.
"Come for me baby girl. Let me have all of you tonight." His lips spoke against the metal heart along her throat. Her song of ecstasy was all he needed as he felt her tightened around him.
Sanji couldn't have held back if she wanted to- her lover making her feel so incredibly good. It was more than she could bear. She felt her eyes go wide, her mouth hanging open in a long cry of passion as she spilled between them. Her nails dug hard into Zoro's shoulders, drawing small, ruby beads of blood.
The sharp feeling of pain spurred Zoro on. The swordsman pulled back a little to give her one, deep thrust, pushing inside her body.
"Please," Sanji begged, "in! Come inside me."
Zoro couldn't find his voice, but kissed Sanji's neck, letting every touch from her wash over him. He spilt inside her, Sanji squirming as she felt Zoro's hot semen fill her up from within.
"Fuck," Zoro gasped, his voice dry. "So good..."
He collapsed on top of his girlfriend, pressing her into the bed. Holding her tight in his strong arms.
Sanji didn't think she had ever been so completely and utterly worshipped before. Smothered in her lover, quite literally, Sanji could only try and catch her breath as her entire body tingled from Zoro's kisses and touch. It was like the entire world was gone, and all that was left was Zoro's embrace. Nowhere could be more safe than in the arms of her boyfriend and Sanji hadn't realised how much she wanted that. She snuffled lightly, burying her face into his neck as he held her close and just let herself completely and utterly relax. Something her body had never done before.
"So warm." Sanji mumbled and she felt more than heard Zoro letting out a huff of amusement. She whined as his body shifted only to be pulled into his chest as he rolled to the side. Sanji quickly buried herself back into his chest, a little ball of pleased noises as he kept holding her.
"I like you like this." Zoro's voice was low as he pressed a kiss into Sanji's hair. Sanji's mewl of happiness made him bury his smile into those same golden locks as she snuggled up to his pecs and hid her face away. "Aren't you being cute."
Sanji wiggled a little before clinging to Zoro's waist. She never realised how touch starved she was until she finally let herself reach out. Always keeping her family at a slight distance. Never asking for hugs and generally keeping her own bubble of personal space active at all times. She had denied herself too long. It was like he was recharging her entire soul just with his hugs alone.
"You like being held," Zoro said, realising. Sanji shyly nodded her head, rubbing her face along his chest like a kitten.
"Feels so good. Warm. Like coming home." Sanji mewled again before her chin was lifted up, a happy smile on her face before she was kissed. Her toes curled as her embrace turned into her clinging for his kiss. A love struck sigh left her lips as he pulled away.
"Daddy," Sanji sighed- before squeaking as Zoro sat them both up, her eyes wide as he cupped her neck, fingers running along her collar, "Hm?"
"Maybe I should start calling you my little kitten, hm? Acting all cute and adorable." Zoro held her on his lap, her cheeks still tinted pink as she smiled before nuzzling back underneath his chin. She felt his hand find her bottom, grabbing it possessively.
Sanji swallowed, looking up at him.
"Daddy?"
Zoro looked into her soul. His finger brushed over her collar.
"Come here, little kitten."
Sanji felt dizzy as she was flipped over Zoro's knee, blushing furiously as her bottom was lifted into the air. She felt Zoro's large hand caressing her, squeezing at the muscle.
"Good girl," Zoro growled at her. The noise sent sparks through Sanji's body. It was like his voice was made to tease her. Every word, dirty or otherwise, turned her into a mess.
Zoro patted her bottom lightly, his hand rubbing her in an open palmed circle.
"Just so we're clear,” Zoro said sternly. "This is a punishment. But it's not because you've been a naughty girl."
Sanji cringed, burying her face in his thigh.
"Don't be like that baby girl." Zoro slipped a finger between her buttocks, teasing her wet entrance. “This is a punishment to remind you to be a good girl. That Daddy doesn't like to see his baby girl hiding her feelings and fears. And to set a precedent of what will happen if you disobey. Do you understand?"
Sanji swallowed hard. She didn't know whether she was more embarrassed, nervous or turned on. She could feel her bottom trembling under Zoro's hand. Eyes shut tight as she imagined what she must look like. But she didn't want to stop. She knew this was something Zoro wanted. And she was more than a little curious.
She took a deep breath. Nodding her head.
"Good girl."
Zoro flexed his fingers, his hand hovering above her buttocks. He grinned to himself- pulling back to land one hard smack right across her bottom.
Sanji squeaked, her eyes popping as the first smack connected against her. It was different from when he would pat her bottom. Sanji felt her entire face turn bright red as a strange sensation began tickling along her body. She ignored it as Zoro spanked her once more.
Sanji whimpered as she dared to look over her shoulder, eyes wide as Zoro glanced down at her. Their eyes met, hers as wide as saucers and as he smirked that sense of humiliation she had crept in.
"Daddy wants you to count out loud. Can you do that baby girl?" he ordered.
Sanji quickly turned her face back to his thigh as she nodded obediently.
"Yes, sir." She gulped as another smack echoed in the room, her body jolting as she tried not to yelp.
"Three." She whined instead as that feeling from before became harder to ignore. She felt...small. Like she really was being punished and had been a bad girl. By number six she was sniffing, fisting her hands close to her chest as her bottom became hot and red.
By number ten Sanji had buried her face deep into bed covers and she didn't know if she wanted him to stop or keep going. She felt tears pricking at her eyes as her bottom lip wobbled a little more.
"How does it feel, little kitten?" Zoro asked, his voice slow and steady. He raised his thigh, rubbing it against Sanji's growing arousal. "Hum? Do you like Daddy punishing your naughty little bottom?"
Sanji just let out a whine, biting her lip. Her bottom felt sore, but she didn't think it hurt. There wasn't a lot of pain. Just the rush of being degraded. Of Zoro taking control.
Zoro slapped again, Sanji jumping in surprise.
"Eleven, sir."
"Good girl."
He carefully rolled her over on the bed, keeping her face down. Sanji felt her legs being spread open, her heart hammering.
"Now then. You keep your pretty eyes shut, okay Kitten?"
Sanji nodded, unable to remember how to speak. She could hear Zoro rummaging. Her steady breathing echoed around the room.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp cold sensation on her buttocks. She quickly whipped her head around to stare at the ice cube perched on her buttocks. Zoro just took her hair gently, pushing her head back down.
"Don't look or Daddy will get his belt." He smirked. “Although your belt would be better…”
Sanji's bottom trembled at the threat. Zoro raised his eyebrow, wondering if she wanted it or not, but just smirked as she obediently kept her head down.
Sanji shivered as Zoro ran the ice along each piece of skin his hand had smacked thus far. Sanji's sharp hitches were cute as he took away the ice. He watched as she fisted the sheets; wondering, waiting, unable to know what he was going to do next.
"Good girl." He praised her, watching her shoulders tense before her bottom wriggled in joy. Zoro felt his cock twitch in need at the display; Sanji bent over ready to be taken, her hole wet and dripping, skin a nice cherry red but no handprints...yet.
Sanji whined once Zoro caressed her again, unaware of his staring. The first one melted away. He watched as those droplets melted along her skin and rolled down the length of her thighs.
Zoro quickly grabbed another, tracing her entrance and chuckling as she jumped at the touch.
"Now, baby girl, don't let this slip out of you. Understand?" Zoro ordered softly. Sanji had no idea what he meant.
Until he pushed the ice cubed right inside her.
She yelped, eyes widening before she buried her face into the mattress and moaned, aroused but also very confused at the sensation. She couldn't deny it felt...it felt good.
It was cold, obviously, the sharp contrast to her fever ridden skin was a relief as well as shocking. Her entrance twitched as the ice and Zoro's finger were pushed deeper inside her, making her squirm and whine.
"There we go." Zoro purred, stroking her bottom soothingly, letting Sanji get used to the sensation. "Who's a good girl?" He asked as he spanked her thigh, watching as she jumped and clench her cheeks.
"Twelve, sir." Her voice was a little shaky, but still clear. He was proud of her for doing so well, but wanted to push her more. He knew she could handle it.
Zoro plucked another ice cube, this time trailing it along her inner thighs. Sanji immediately spread her legs wider and made soft mewls as she shivered. Zoro was hardly done, especially when he brought the ice along her perineum.
The reaction was exactly what he wanted. Her back arching, knees lifting her ass into the air. He rubbed her there until there was nothing left but water in his hand and he had to get another. Her moans were filthy as he pushed another ice cube inside of her body and then another.
"What a slutty little girl. Just sucking in these ice cubes. Do you wish they were my fingers? Or perhaps something else?" Zoro teased, hand caressing her thigh before reaching between her legs to feel how hard she was.
"Oh my, baby girl. You're so needy and hot. Let Daddy cool you off."
Sanji braced herself. It didn't stop her squeal when Zoro ran the ice cube over her arousal. It trailed up the underside, her lover rubbing the cube over the head.
"That's it baby. Let me hear your pretty voice."
He dipped a corner of the cube into her slit, rubbing it slowly in a circular motion. Sanji could feel herself shaking, the ice inside her melting rapidly. She felt so full!
"Keep it in!" Zoro ordered, pressing the cube more firmly against her. "If you let a drop spill before Daddy says so, you won't get to come for another three days."
Sanji's head shot around, staring at him wide eyed. Three days? She couldn't handle another three hours like this! Three minutes maybe! But Zoro just gave her a stern glare. He picked up the tray of ice, pressing the remaining cubes into her underside.
Sanji screamed again, sobbing in frustration. She could feel her arousal reacting to the cold, wilting as the blood left her genitals. But the feeling of arousal didn't stop. Her cheeks remained flushed, lust sparking through her.
Zoro couldn't stop himself from leaving another hard smack on her bottom. He wanted to fuck her hard. To make her scream until she lost her voice. She was just so much fun to tease.
Sanji's hand clutched the sheets beneath her as tight as she could, letting out another cry as Zoro's hand made his 15th slap along her bottom. She clenched making sure to not spill a single drop. It was harder than she thought. She didn't think she was going to make it, but his threat loomed over her.
"Daddy?" She whined as two large hands stripped her bra away, putting aside the precious cloth, and cupped her bare chest. His hands were freezing cold. She yelped before crying out in shock as her nipples were caressed, almost immediately going as hard as rock.
"Poor baby," Zoro teased as he pinched and pulled at her sensitive chest. His cock rested on the cleft of her ass, rocking the hard member along her entrance with a promise. Sanji could do nothing but cry and moan, her voice lewd and filthy as she begged him to hurry.
"Does my baby girl want her reward?" He punctuated with a rock of his hips along her twitching hole. Sanji nodded furiously, shaking even as her own hardness still wouldn't return.
"Daddy will give his girl her reward if," he paused and she whimpered, "she can handle five more spankings. She still needs to be reminded who she belongs to."
"Y-yes, Daddy!" SanjI’s voice cracked as her cold bottom suddenly was met with a hot slap.
Sanji cried, tears beginning to fall at seventeen and then eighteen. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed, humiliation unfolding as nineteen met her skin and then the final one. Number twenty- much harder than all the others. The sound was like glass shattering, the vibrations from the slap rippling through every inch of Sanji’s body.
She swore there would be a hand print left behind, but Sanji didn't care as she cried and begged for her Daddy.
"Shh, shh, Daddy's here. Daddy's got you," Zoro soothed, hands caressing her sides as the head of his cock pressed along her entrance keeping everything inside.
"You are such a good girl. Look at my little slut. She's so well trained, aren't you?" Zoro kissed her back.
"P-please. Please, Daddy. M'a good girl."
"You are. Daddy's little plaything." He growled before shoving his cock inside.
Sanji screamed as suddenly the sensation of being more full than she had ever been before came over her. The ice, now fully melted, was plugged firmly inside of her by Zoro's cock. The thought turned her on more than she ever thought.
"O-oh. Oh! Oh, Daddy~" Sanji seemed to whine and Zoro held back his own whine at such a sound.
"That's it baby." Zoro let out a shuddering breath, feeling the water from Sanji's insides push against him. Sanji had warmed it up so much, even if there was still a slight chill to it. He gripped her hips hard, unable to take his eyes away from her flushed desperate face.
"Da... Zo..." Sanji collapsed against the bed as Zoro began to move, fucking her so hard she felt dizzy. The crazed demon of the East Blue gave her all his strength, knowing that she could take it. She just felt like she was in complete bliss. Her lover pushed against the water inside her- along with her swollen, tender sweet spot. Zoro's thrusts made the filthiest noises as he pushed back inside her over and over again. She couldn't bring herself to speak. It was all too much! She didn't think it was possible to ever feel this good. She could feel how swollen her stomach was getting, even if very little water had actually gone inside her. She couldn't imagine what she looked like right now. But Zoro didn't stop. He didn't show any signs of slowing.
Sanji wondered if he would fuck her until she passed out.
"Fuck, cook!" Zoro hissed through his teeth. His girl was so hot, so perfect. It was like he had left his body. He couldn't believe the things Sanji had let him do to her- seeming to enjoy all of them. He would have loved Sanji just as much if her kinks didn't correspond with his, but it was a bonus he was certainly going to take advantage of. He tried to force himself to slow down, worried he would come before his princess- and he really didn't want to do that to her.
Sanji felt completely consumed as her body was fucked into the bed. Her own arousal, returned with a renowned vigour, was pressed into the mattress as Zoro's hips literally pounded into her. Coherent thought had long since left her. She was reduced to being nothing but a moaning screaming mess. Her body was nothing except pleasure.
"So good-Fuck!" Zoro bared his teeth as his hands gripped and his body curled over her. A slew of curses left his soul as a primal desire to fuck overtook him.
"Mine. You're fuckin' mine, baby girl." He snarled as hips pistoned. "C'mon-That's it. Good. So. Fuckin'. Good." Zoro punctuated and Sanji couldn't do anything but grab a fistful of sheets and pull as she came harder than she had ever come before. She saw nothing but black as her voice cracked and cut off as she came hard into the mattress.
Zoro heard a rip amongst the cries, the sheets being torn as Sanji shuddered beneath him. His beautiful baby girl shattered in a million pieces before falling completely limp onto the sheets, blue eyes glazed and almost unseeing- and he couldn't stop. Soft squeaks of air left her before Zoro pulled her hips flush against his own, a roar of possession leaving himself as he came one more time inside her perfect heat.
Time seemed to hang for a moment as he spilled into her body, filling her up even more. He barely caught himself, one arm holding his heaving body above her before he could crash into her. Both of them were shaking and needing to remember who they even were.
Zoro seemed to recover first, pushing up a few inches with his forearm and hanging above her, chest to back, as they took in gulps of air. "Cook?"
Sanji couldn't answer. She seemed so dazed. she whimpered softly when he kissed her cheek, but when he went to pull out she squeaked and shuddered.
"N-no.." The word was quiet, more of a croak. Still Sanji didn't move, couldn't move.
"No?" He asked before she barely shook her head, squeezing him weakly before panting. He had an idea what she meant, knowing the moment he pulled out she wouldn't be able to hold in the water left inside.
"Ah. I got you." Zoro lifted her with him, holding her flush against his body, his arms supporting her legs. "Stay still, baby doll."
He walked Sanji into the bathroom, his girlfriend dazed as she lent against him, practically glued to him with her sweat. Zoro brought both of them to the shower, turning the spray on before they stepped inside, making sure it was warm enough. Sanji sighed in relief as the spray covered her sore muscles, purring against Zoro.
"Brace yourself." Zoro leant Sanji against the wall before slowly separating their bodies.
He winced as he cock pulled away from Sanji, almost as if he wanted to shove himself straight back inside her where he belonged. But he couldn't deny he needed a break. He felt so exhausted he thought it would probably take a week before he could get fully hard again, not to mention the chafing he felt along his shaft. Then again, his girlfriend was incredibly beautiful.
Sanji sighed in relief as the warm water covered her, still leaning against the wall and Zoro. She let herself go, the water spilling from her body, mingling with the shower as it spilled down the drain.
"Fuck," Sanji mumbled, only half awake. "Need... A cigarette."
Zoro huffed a breath along her neck, a grin gracing his lips as he held her up. His nose nudged her cheek softly before noticing her collar still on. It made his heart flutter seeing the beautiful blue upon her.
"Need," Zoro breathed out, "a nap." That got a small giggle from Sanji, who nodded her head in agreement but didn't make a move otherwise. She seemed beyond exhausted. She was- but in the best way possible.
Zoro, with a bit of reluctance, pulled away from his girl just enough to grab some soap. Sanji seemed to mewl like a kitten as his hands, slicked with soap, bathed her as gently as he could. He did the same with rinsing her off, making sure to wash each dip, curve, and inch of her body.
"Thought you...were tired?" Sanji blinked, eyes struggling to stay awake as her lover tended to her. He huffed out another soft laugh before kissing her hair.
"I am, but m'patient. Wanna take care of my princess." Zoro wrapped his arms around her, easily plucking her up into a proper embrace to carry her to bed. Sanji's head lolled to his shoulder, eyes struggling to stay open as she was dried off and whisked away.
The sheets were ruined, but he had planned for that. He wrapped Sanji up in his coat and set her down on the small loveseat.
"Here." Zoro gave her a fresh cigarette, lighting the stick, and watched as she slumped into the cushions all bundled in his cloak. "Two more seconds, babe." He promised and Sanji just nodded her head content with trying not to fall asleep with her smoke in her mouth.
"'m good," She promised. Nodding her head. She laid back on the sofa, appreciating the softness.
As promised, Zoro returned to her before she’d even finished the cigarette. He picked her up and laid her down on the fresh, white sheets, tucking her up against the pillows. Sanji smiled as he climbed in beside her. She lit a second cigarette before wrapping an arm around him.
This was perfect. In bed with her man. She sighed, feeling the moment, appreciating where she was. Zoro shifted beside her, nuzzling into her chest, wrapping around her body. She giggled, looking down at him pressed against her. Her free hand ran through his green hair. "Now who's a cat?"
"Shut it, cook," he mumbled, yawning loudly.
Sanji just giggled, taking another long drag, letting the nicotine fill every inch of her body.
"Zoro?"
"Yeah?"
"This..." She found she couldn't stop the dopey smile on her face. "This is real isn't it?"
Zoro nuzzled his face even closer, giving her a squeeze as even his legs trapped her to him.
"Mhm, 'course it is,” he lazily drawled, kissing her chest as Sanji's fingers in his hair pulled him further under the spell of sleep. The scent of smoke wafted about and before he knew it he blinked and time must have passed because Sanji somehow no longer had her cigarette and was curling her arms around his head.
"Love you, Marimo." She murmured. Zoro nodded as much as he could before sleep engulfed them both.
“Love you too, eyebrows.”