Extension February 2025 Drabble #2

Sanji/Zoro – intercrural sex – They never get along. Except when they do because Zoro got a huge dick and Sanji is addicted to it.

Part 1 (Patreon Link)

Part 2 (This Part)

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Zoro isn’t fucking him properly but there are colors exploding behind Sanji’s tightly closed eyelids as if he were. Every nudge has the faintest little brush against his empty hole and sending shivers of sensation down his legs.

They’re trembling but somehow he manages to stand upright still, knees locked desperately so he wouldn’t fold to the floor of the bathroom like a wet napkin. He’d never hear the end of it, he’s sure.

Zoro has his stupidly muscular arms wrapped around Sanji’s hips, holding on to him and panting obnoxious and hot against the nape of his neck and at the back of his sensitive, flushed ear.

“Fuckin’ get off of me; you stink,” Sanji hisses just to have something to say. It’s that or make the most pitiful whining sounds as Zoro ruts between his thighs like an animal, panting and huffing and puffing and groaning so deep in his chest that Sanji can feel it rattling along his spine.

He jerks his elbow back and into the swordsman’s ribs but Zoro takes it like he takes just anything these days. Whatever Mihawk has done to his mossy in the past two years, it has resulted in Zoro feeling like he’s steel covered with warm, warm, warm skin and Sanji can’t wrap his head around it.

Like he can’t wrap his head around the fact that he has been stuck on the island, getting harassed and f-fucked and made to realize how good it felt to get it up the ass and get his hole stretched on cock and filled with warm, big dicks and- why are they not doing that, again? Why does he have to stand here with his pants around his trembling knees, letting Marimo dick the hot, silky space between his thighs instead of fucking him so deep he can taste his fat unwashed cock in the back of his throat-

“Fuuuck, Curly- Curly, are you never shuttin’ up? Are you just never shutting your goddamn mouth up?!” Zoro grunts gustily, his deep voice right against Sanji’s flushed ear.

Sanji’s fingers spasm against the porcelain of the water tank, his whole body flushing hot and desperate and pathetic for the swordsman.

Has he been talking? Has he been saying this shit out loud? Has he-

“Yeah,” Zoro huffs, breath damp on the glowing, delicate rim of Sanji’s ear. “Been babbling nonstop. Didn’t think a cock between your thighs would get you to never shut the fuck up. Shit, cook- You’d sing for me if I fucked you in the ass, huh? You’d wail like a cat in heat and let ‘em all know right now that I’m fuckin’ you like I’ve been meanin’ to for years-”

Sanji’s ears are ringing. He’s too hot in his suit but it is too late now to try and wriggle out of it.

“Shut up,” he hisses, clenching his eyes shut and then grinding his teeth until his jaw hurts. “Shut up, stupid-”

“Make me,” Zoro breaths, pig headed as usual. His cock visibly jumps in the clench of Sanji’s thighs. It feels impossibly thick there. Hot and meaty and liberally dripping slick everywhere.

Sanji makes a wheezing little sound of aggravation that slithers through his clenched teeth right as he petulantly squeezes his thighs tighter around Zoro’s cock.

Zoro groans and presses his forehead against the crest of Sanji’s shoulder. At least here he is not an impossible, impenetrable fortress. He’s just as human as the next fucking guy and he can get brought down to his knees with just the proper means…

“Shut up!” This time it is Zoro hissing out the demand, his voice husky and strained sounding. Seems like Sanji spoke aloud again. he just… he just can’t help it. He just tends to babble when he’s nervous and having Zoro across his back, hot and solid and perfect feeling with his cock rudely stuffed between his legs does the trick just fine.

His heart feels like it is about to pop right out of his mouth but instead he clings to the desperation he’s heard in the mosshead’s voice and uses it to claw some dignity back for himself. He tenses the steely muscles in his thighs and on Zoro’s next forward rut, the swordsman makes a sound like a wounded animal.

“That’s it,” he groans, once again sitting his chin against the nape of Sanji’s neck so he can obnoxiously breathe right into his ears. “Fuck, you feel so damn good around me… shitty cook.”

He does something devastating then: his wet lips drag against the shell of Sanji’s ear, sending shockwaves through his body and making his legs almost give out underneath him anyway.

Sanji’s mouth falls open, tongue obsessively dragging against his lips. They feel raw already just from him sucking and biting on them to keep down the noises that so desperately want to slip out of him. He clenches his eyes shut tightly, scrambling for some semblance of self-control.

“What are you… what are you doing?” he rasps out.

Zoro does not answer. In fact, he does not even falter; just keeps jerking his hips, hunching them forward and back while holding Sanji around the middle like a dog that was fucking on the side of the street. And he kept dragging his mouth against the cartilage of Sanji’s ear.

Little, wet brushes of his lips that felt like they were sending spikes of sensation lancing through his body. Like his ear was directly connected to his goddamn dick.

Sanji clenches his eyes closed again and lifts a trembling hand, pressing it against his mouth. There’s no way. There’s no way that this dumbass would have figured out that he has such sensitive ears. There’s just. No. Way.

“Tighter,” Zoro suddenly groans explosively. His hot breath puffs against Sanji’s ear and sends him right back into cardiac arrest. Not to mention how devastating his deep voice sounds when he is moaning and begging.

“Whu?” Sanji blinks slowly, voice muffled against his own palm. He feels like he is overheating. Like he is water on a hot stove and just needs another degree to start bubbling and get out of control. His brain isn’t functioning all too well just now.

“Your legs,” Zoro rasps low and mercilessly. “Make them tighter.”

Sanji grits his teeth. He wants to tell him to shut the fuck up and mind his own business, but it doesn’t make any sense even in his hot water brain. Not when he’s already bending over and getting his thighs fucked. And not when his body is already moving, obediently tensing the thick, impossibly strong muscles of his thighs.

Zoro makes a choked off sound. His arms grow tighter around Sanji’s belly. Uncomfortably so. It feels like Zoro is trying to do the Heimlich on him but he can’t find it in himself to tell him off.

It’s a special kind of fucked, really. When he can’t even get up the wherewithal to tell Marimo to get his big ogre paws off of him. What kind of world are they even living in, then?

But it doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t. Zoro keeps almost lying on him, forcing Sanji to bear his weight as he fucks his fat cock in tiny, electric thrusts through the impossibly tight channel Sanji’s thighs offer him. He keeps groaning hot and wet right into his ear. He probably hasn’t even figured out how sensitive Sanji is there and is just doing it because it’s right there. Or maybe he’s thinking he’s being a nuisance and getting off on that too. Fucking Marimo.

Fucking big, meaty Marimo with his big meaty cock and his deep, growling voice that is making Sanji go cross-eyed and his own voice climb into a desperate whine as he feels his body suddenly tighten. His cock has been tangled in the bottom of his shirt for a while now and he hasn’t felt steady enough to take his hand off the toilet to try and rectify that.

By now it must have wet through the expensive material because it keeps clinging to the crown, giving him the slightest, mind-numbing sensations whenever it shifts a little and… and it is enough. It really is. Fuck. Fuck this, fuck hot-fucking Marimo, fuck how pent up he’s gotten just from a couple of days of not getting fucked.

Sanji chokes on his own tongue as he comes in hot spurts into the wet cup of his shirt and against his own, heaving belly.

Zoro groans loud and explosive, hips stuttering. He sounds downright pained, probably because Sanji is about to pop his dick between his thighs like a damn watermelon-

But then he’s coming too, thick potent ropes of cum splattering against the closed toilet lid and the water tank that Hanzo is clutching at like his life depends on it.

He’ll definitely make Zoro clean it up. Absolutely.

F-F-fuck him… stupidly perfect moss.