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mamamittens · 11 months

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Sugar on Your Tongue (+18)

MarcoXAceXSanjiXZoro (implied main coupling of MarcoXAce and SanjiXZoro)

Warnings: Food play, dirty food puns implied, praise kink, oral sex, anal, spit roasting, double penetration, overstimulation, threesome, and then finally foursome(?).

Do NOT fuck (literally) with food, some things can have hazardous reactions or risks if they go inside an unconventional hole, so to speak, so be sure to be careful (or not do it at all if you're uncertain). This goes more for my folks with vaginas, but I can't imagine having food near your dick is good either (or your ass).

Consider this a piece for a loose event I'm doing this month at my leisure "A Slice of Pride". Could be just this or perhaps a few pieces of gay(LGBTQ+) ships in OP. This one just happens to have four (male) characters involved but I wouldn't count on me writing more exactly like this. That's a lot to juggle (elbow elbow laugh laugh).

Word Count: 4,535

There’s an art to making food look as delicious as it tastes.

Sanji knows this well, having been exceptional at making meals for years now. He’s fully capable of making mouth watering food from scraps or the highest quality groceries, depending on what he has on hand and if he’s making a point. And tonight is a special occasion.

So, he’s pulled out all the stops.

Sanji carefully wheeled the last cart into the room he had prepped ahead of time. The rest of the crew, unfortunately, wasn’t invited to this special dinner. The unconventional meal was chosen specifically with his guest in mind. The details had been hashed out and argued over repeatedly. Sanji, naturally, had wanted to treat it as an intimate dinner for the others.

Ace argued that he should, for once, treat himself as well.

The kitchen was nearly burned down and he lost his favorite button up shirt in the proceeding argument. Ace did, however, win in the end. Sanji, unable and unwilling to seriously argue against the tantalizing thought. Ace also played dirty, but when did he ever miss the opportunity to do that? There was some sort of bet Sanji had been left out of for who was going to ‘serve’ the food. Ace lost—although Sanji suspected foul play since Ace looked too excited about losing.

The room was perfectly set up with a raised table in the center, three pillows to sit on around it. Lights set to a warm, cozy ambiance with the view of a picturesque mountainside just outside the balcony doors, partially obscured with a paper partition. Ideally for privacy, not that Sanji expected them to think of it for long.

There was even a dedicated bathroom for cleanup later.

Ace strolled into the room, already naked, a smug smile on his lips as Zoro and Marco followed close behind. Water clung to him, falling from his hair down his shoulders and back. Before Sanji could complain about it—the mess or how hard ‘plating’ would be if Ace was still soaking wet—Ace’s body visibly heated up. Steam curling up as the water rapidly evaporated, the barest flickers of fire around his broad shoulders.

As Sanji was already aware, Ace didn’t have much in the way of body hair, which made this all a lot easier.

Marco adjusted his teal yukata, guiding Ace with a hand low on his back fondly.

Zoro smirked, sitting on one of the pillows expectantly, shrugging his arms free of his own green yukata as he watched.

“Think you can lay still for the whole meal, firefly?” Zoro asked with a grin, lifting up a ‘modesty cloth’. Ace huffed, accepting Marco’s hand as he stood on the table and laid down, his head resting on a silk pillow.

“Of course I can!” Ace sneered, snapping up the small cloth and draping it over his cock. It didn’t escape anyone’s notice that the fabric refused to lay flat.

“Don’t fall asleep, Ace, or you’ll miss the whole thing.” Marco warned with a soft smile, sitting closest to Ace’s head and gently teasing his hair. Sanji lifted the lid of the appetizers. Dough and an assortment of sauces. “If you’re good, I’ll feed you too.” Marco teased.

“What? Was the plan to have me right here, smelling good food without a bite?!” Ace hissed, nearly rising up in protest before Zoro placed his hand firmly on Ace’s chest. Pinning him to the table easily. Ace’s breath visibly stuttered as he blushed, freckles sparking with embers as he laid back down without further prompting.

“Hey now, ero-cook worked hard for this food. Don’t make me restrain you for the whole meal.” Zoro warned with a sly grin, a muffled whine slipping free from Ace. Sanji grinned as well, lowering his ingredients to the floor for easy access.

“I’ve got rope under one of the carts if I need it.” Sanji warned softly, brushing his hand over Ace’s bare thigh, mere inches from the cloth that twitched. “But I won’t be needing that, will I?”

Marco cupped Ace’s burning cheeks, leaning down to kiss Ace, who lifted up his chin in an attempt to meet Marco halfway.

“No, you won’t be needing that, Chef. Ace knows how to be a good boy, don’t you?” Marco whispered, punctuating his sentence with soft kisses.

“Oh, he really does.” Sanji agreed, picking up a small bowl of butter and a brush. He painted a wide swath across Ace’s chest and ribs. Thoroughly coating the tan, freckled skin before putting down the brush to pick apart the dough. Small handfuls settled nicely in his palms as he broke them down into bite sizes. Each one being set on the prepped surface with a pleasant scent of frying bread rising. “Just lay still for me, pretty.” Sanji lifted up Ace’s hand and kissed his rough knuckles tenderly.

Ace sucked in a sharp breath, a few bits of dough sliding down his pecs before Zoro flicked his nipple. Ace instantly flinched, the air leaving his lungs sharply.

“Oi, what did he just say?” Zoro grumbled with a narrowed eye as Sanji reached over and delicately reset the pieces that moved. “We haven’t even gotten to the main course yet and you’re already trying shit, firefly?”

The heat picked up a notch and the bread starting frying faster. Sanji flicked the buttered brush over Ace’s forcefully steady chest, flipping over the bread as he went while adding more.

“Easy, moss-head. You’re the one trying to get ahead of himself here.” Sanji hissed, setting the bowls of sauces to the sides. A wide variety perfect for sampling from honey to spiced olive oil. Marco plucked one from low on Ace’s chest and swirled it in honey, teasingly letting it drip across the man’s ribs while Sanji clicked his tongue at the mess. They still had two courses to go and already they were making a mess. Zoro picked one himself and swiped it lightly across the dropped honey, mostly smearing it across as it started to brown.

Rolling his eyes. Sanji dropped a modest size of dough onto the mess and smeared the cool mass across the tainted surface. Ace visibly straining to not jolt under each touch. Once the honey fried bread was finished, Sanji dipped it in the spiced olive oil. The delicacy was surprisingly delicate, the bread fluffy and with a sweet aftertaste that followed the bite of the dried peppers.

Sanji smiled, still holding a generous portion of the ‘special’ fried bread as he broke off a piece and set it on his tongue. He locked eyes with Zoro who glanced at Ace and smirked, leaning forward to curl his hand around the back of Sanji’s head. Lips parting as he kissed Sanji greedily, thoroughly tasting the treat with a pleased groan. His tongue sliding across Sanji’s as the bread dissolved. Chasing the lingering traces aggressively in a way that made Sanji feel dizzy and hot. Sanji braced himself on Ace’s thigh by accident, the skin hot under his hand as he slipped further up, teasing the soft skin under the cloth.

Finally, when Ace whined, they broke away. Thick strings breaking as Zoro licked his lips.

“That tasted pretty good. Maybe I should give it a try?” Zoro asked picking up the spiced olive oil and letting it pool into Ace’s navel. Sanji offered him a handful of dough to play with before turning to Marco. The man locked eyes with Sanji, settling a piece of fried bread in Ace’s mouth when he tried to speak.

“Care to share, Chef?” Marco asked with a hungry smile. Sanji smiled, tearing off a piece and placing it in his mouth.

Marco was gentler, cupping Sanji’s cheek as he leaned in. Teasing Sanji’s lips wider with soft licks until he melted against Marco with a sigh. The bread falling apart between their tongues as Ace panted beneath them. Sanji pulled away to slip another piece of bread in and saw Zoro swirling the bread into a messy smear of honey and spiced olive oil low on Ace’s abdomen.

There was a soft, insistent tug on his own yukata.

Sanji looked down to a pleading Ace, Marco sharing an amused look.

“He looks so sad, doesn’t he? I think he’s earned a taste of the chef’s special, don’t you?” Marco asked leadingly. Sanji smiled, leaning down to drop the generous piece of bread onto Ace’s awaiting tongue, ignoring his throbbing cock as he chased it with a kiss. Ace moaned, struggling to keep the bread close to his lips for Sanji. Sanji groaned in appreciation, his tongue tangling around Ace’s as he sought something more elusive than the taste of fried bread.

Sanji could hear Zoro groan, a wet, messy kiss clear in the air above his head as he pulled away to slip the rest of the bread into Ace’s mouth for another taste. Ravenously chasing Ace’s moans as he struggled to stay still long after the bread was gone from either of their mouths.

Sanji pulled away slowly, tongue hanging as Ace panted for air, head lifting up to lap at his lips for more.

“Whoops.” Zoro said dryly. Sanji looked up from Ace’s insistent lips, ignoring the soft whine. Marco licked Zoro’s lips and leaned back with a smirk.

“Looks like we’re out of bread.” Marco sighed, licking his lips with a pleased grin. Sanji huffed, looking at the bowl of dough to find it was, indeed, empty. It hadn’t been full to start with, but still.

“Greedy.” Sanji rolled his eyes and grabbed a wet rag sitting in a bowl of cold water. Delicately, he cleaned up the surface of Ace’s chest from the messy aftermath of their ‘tasting’. Ace hissed, fabric over his clearly erect cock jerking again as the cold fabric passed over his skin with a hiss of steam. Still despite this, Sanji methodically cleaned up the mess.

Sanji stood up and exchanged the ‘bread’ trays with the main course. Thin slices of meat and vegetables. Perfect for frying and eating, though cautiously, with their bare hands. Each one seasoned to perfection and lacking only the oil and heat.

Now confident that Ace was clean enough to cook on, Sanji sat back down. He picked up a clean brush and layered on oil, watching it as the liquid heated up before setting down the raw meat slices and lines of vegetables. The meat sizzled, the air becoming warmer as the spice grew thick. It was a wide variety of meat that Sanji had prepared, sticking to the ‘tasting’ theme of the meal. The vegetables having soaked in an identical mixture as the meats to prevent any contamination before cooking.

Zoro was the first to pluck a thick strand of meat, sea king by the looks of it, and eating it in one bite. Marco went next, grabbing a thin slice of onion and beef, twisting the two together to give to Ace. Ace looked pleased, grinning and trying to look down without moving his chest to pick his own slices.

Sanji slapped his raised hand lightly, chastising him before selecting a thin ribbon of pork and several vegetables to make a wrap the size of three fingers. He offered the hot bundle to Ace, sliding it onto his mouth as he delicately bit it in half. Swallowing and pulling in the other half with his tongue, teasingly swiping Sanji’s thumb before nipping it. Sanji hissed, pulling back with a smile as he fed himself.

Zoro gave Ace a contemplative look before grabbing a wide, thin slice of sea king meat. Marco, suspecting something, was quick to put his hands on Ace’s shoulders.

Zoro tugged off the small cloth that was previously doing a poor job of hiding Ace’s straining cock and Sanji’s eyes widened.

Before Zoro could act out his lewd thought, Sanji slapped his hand.

“Do that and it’ll stick to him, moss-head!” Sanji hissed, reaching for the oil brush. Zoro grinned as Sanji considered how best to cover Ace.

His cock was, unsurprisingly, thick and hard. Precum leaking at the top. Sanji reached down and swiped over the head. Clearing it for his brush to swirl around the tip and down the sides. Sanji took the meat Zoro still had pinched between his fingers and molded it around Ace’s cock. Ace gasping as the cold, wet meat started sizzling instantly.

“I knew you could be good for us.” Marco praised with a lewd grin, offering Ace another strip of cooked meat as a reward before leaning down and kissing him.

“Well, are you going to waste it?” Sanji asked Zoro.

Zoro snorted, smirking as he settled over Ace’s legs. Zoro gripped Ace’s hips firmly, ignoring the heat as he dipped his head down. Sanji plucked a strip of meat off Ace’s chest as he moaned loudly into Marco’s lips, jerking against the two forces keeping him pinned down.

Sanji pressed his hand over Zoro’s head teasingly, forcing him to keep deepthroating Ace for a few more seconds. Taking advantage of the unexpected rise in temperature, Sanji swiped more seared meat and vegetables before the burned. Finally, he let go with a laugh, Zoro pulling away with a wet slurp.

Zoro glared at him, wiping his mouth as Marco pulled away as well, panting for air.

“How’d it taste, Zoro?” Marco asked. Zoro smirked and leaned over Ace to pull Marco in for a kiss. Sanji huffed, having lost access to literally the entirety of Ace’s body while the two shared the ‘taste’. Sanji reached down and blindly ran his hand along Zoro’s thigh, brushing his cock as he searched for Ace’s.

“Is he always so damn greedy, firefly?” Sanji complained, hand wrapping around Ace’s hot cock. Ace jerked, groaning and twitching under Sanji’s hand.

“Yesss~!” Ace whined. “S-Such a damn tease!”

Marco and Zoro broke away, the two smirking down at Ace.

“You just like to complain, don’t you baby?” Marco cooed, reaching down to free his cock from under his yukata. “Better shut up before you get into real trouble.” Marco tilted Ace’s head back, brushing the head of his cock over Ace’s lips as he obliged, taking it without complaint despite Maro’s tease.

“You’re turn, ero-cook.” Zoro said, gesturing to Ace’s cock weeping over Sanji’s fist.

Sanji grinned at Ace’s moan, roughly wiping Ace’s cock clean for another layer of oil for the meat.

He selected a nice, thick slice of fillet before curling around Ace’s hard cock. The end flipped over his leaking tip. Zoro moved, backing away from the table completely as Sanji took his place. When it reached a nice, hot pink color, Sanji gripped Ace’s tapered hips and leaned down. Lapping at the end of the fillet slice to tease a thick drop of precum that dripped down the side of his cock and meat.

Pleased with the delicious sight before him, Sanji opened his mouth and took Ace’s cock in deep. Hot, sizzling meat trapped against his tongue as he swallowed hungrily. The delicately spiced meat mixing with a slightly salty aftertaste. Ace moaned loud around Marco’s cock as Sanji felt hands slide up his thighs.

“Feels good being our good boy, doesn’t it?” Marco sighed as Sanji tried to pull up off Ace’s cock. The thickness difficult to swallow around to take in the meat, but a firm hand stopped him.

“Nope.” Zoro snickered behind him, a slick hand teasing the rim of his ass. “It’s time you really enjoyed your meal like our firefly. Don’t you want to be a good boy too?” Sanji moaned, nearly choking as Zoro slipped in a thick finger, teasing Sanji’s ass open slowly.

Sanji swallowed thickly, working his tongue down to pull in the fillet as Ace moaned, jerking in Sanji’s mouth. The temperature of Ace’s cock cooled considerably as Sanji squeezed his hips, much to Sanji’s appreciation. Though it spiked every time Sanji swallowed hard, slowly drawing the fillet up his cock. Zoro still teased open Sanji, slipping in another two fingers while he desperately worked to make it easier on himself, sucking in harsh breaths through is nose with a whine.

“Why don’t you do a little prep work while you’re down there, lovely?” Marco cooed a metal bowl brushing Sanji’s hand. Blindly, head still forced onto Ace’s cock, Sanji brushed his hand up into the bowl.

Oil, thick and cool under his touch.

Sanji slipped his tongue along the underside of Ace’s cock, aware that the taste of salt was beginning to overtake the spiced fillet as he slowly pulled it apart. With his now slick hand, Sanji reached down to Ace’s thigh, smearing the oil up to the tensed muscles of his ass. Balls hot and heavy just above his rim.

Zoro scissored open his fingers and Sanji slipped in his middle finger, moaning along with Ace. Sanji groaned as Ace came hard, nearly choking from the force of his cum hitting the back of Sanji’s throat. Swallowing hard to not waste a drop, the last of the fillet slipping free as Zoro pressed hard against his prostate.

Sanji moaned, spilling cum across the table and Ace’s trembling thighs as Zoro laughed, massaging harder to milk his reaction.

Sanji slipped in another finger as Ace whined thickly.

“Is he doing a good job for you, baby?” Marco cooed, “You should see it, such a pretty sight with both your mouths full.” Marco praised as Zoro let go of Sanji’s head to rip off their yukatas.

Sanji swallowed the last of Ace’s cum and lifted his head with a gasp, choking softly as Zoro pulled the fabric away from his back.

Sanji blinked, face red as he panted. Marco pulled his wet cock free from Ace’s mouth, finally letting him breath as well.

“You’ve done beautifully… I think it’s time the chef retires for dessert.” Marco said, leaning over to kiss Sanji’s panting lips. Licking across his tongue as he kissed him deep for several moments. “Mmm, even better than the first taste~” Marco sighed.

Marco stood up and took away the mostly empty trays of meat and vegetables, giving Sanji the cold rag to clean up again. Sanji, dizzy and thrilled at where this could be going, carefully cleaned up Ace’s now reasonably hot chest. Zoro back to fondling his ass and stroking his sides, kissing up his back.

Sanji finished with some difficulty, Zoro thoroughly keeping him distracted with soft kisses along his spine. Zoro reached down and lifted up Ace’s limp legs over Sanji’s hips. Raising him up so he could grip under his ass and fist Sanji’s cock with a slick hand. He jerked it over Sanji’s throbbing dick, making sure to wet the head before pressing it between Ace’s cheek. Bullying Sanji into Ace, his own cock hot against Sanji’s thigh.

Ace threw back his head and moaned as Marco returned with a tray from the ‘dessert’ cart.

“Ready, Sanji?” Zoro huffed into Sanji’s ear, gripping his ass cheeks and slowly forcing him to hilt into Ace.

Sanji groaned, head rolling onto Zoro’s shoulder.

“Yesss!” Sanji hissed, feeling the moment Zoro slipped the thick head of his cock in with a pop. Zoro pressed his hips against Sanji, forcing them both to hilt completely as Ace whined sharply.

Sanji opened his eyes and looked down at Ace.

Marco was taking a dallop of whip cream and flicking it over Ace’s chest. The thick mixture slapping over his nipples and down towards his navel in clumps. Then Marco took a spoonful of chocolate syrup and drizzled it over the right side down to the furthest spot of whip cream before repeating it with caramel on the other side. Some falling onto Ace’s leaking cock.

Then, Marco took a sift of powdered sugar and covered Ace’s chest with it lightly, looking quite pleased with himself. Once that was done, he placed cherries over where Ace’s nipples were and looked at Sanji.

“Well, dig in.” Marco invited, setting the dessert tools to the side and lazily fisting his cock with a smug look.

Sanji looked down at Ace, the man flustered and hungry.

Zoro snapped his hips against Sanji’s ass, cock thrusting in deep like he could forget it was there.

“Hurry up, ero-cook! Before I make you!” Zoro hissed.

Sanji clicked his tongue, leaning down to lap at the messy pile of whip cream with chocolate drizzles. Tip of his tongue reaching in deep enough to lick up Ace’s pec.

“Food’s meant to be enjoyed, moss-head.” Sanji sighed, licking up Ace’s nipple and a mouthful of whip cream with a cherry. Ignoring the mess he was making, Sanji leaned up and kissed Ace, feeding him the sweet treat. Cherry slipping down Ace’s tongue as Zoro started rutting against him.

They both moaned, Sanji falling onto Ace’s chest from the tight clench around his cock and the thick length that buried into his ass. Smearing the mix around as Zoro starting fucking them faster.

“How’s the dessert, Zoro?” Marco asked, Sanji moaning as something dripped down his back. A hot tongue chasing up again as Zoro groaned, pace unrelenting.

“Fucking delicious.” Ace wrapped his tongue around Sanji’s as he grabbed his hair. “Y-You should try it.”

“I think I will~” Marco cooed, freeing Sanji’s hair from Ace’s grip before pushing on Sanji’s shoulders. Raising him up gently. Sanji panted, cock throbbing as he realized the mess that was Ace’s and his own chest. A smear of whip cream, chocolate, and caramel. A single cherry now half buried near Ace’s throat. Marco gripped his cock and scooped up a generous serving, taking the cherry with it. “Good boy~” Marco praised as Ace eagerly lifted up his head to receive the treat.

Marco lowered his head and licked up Sanji’s chest. Greedily feasting on the dessert and softly biting his chest. Sanji moaned, perfectly trapped in the pleasure and sticky mess. Cream melting and dripping down towards his cock.

Marco took in a mouthful of mixed cream and sucked against his chest, tongue teasing a nipple as Zoro roughly pinched the other clean. Noisily licking his fingers next to Sanji’s ear over the wet sound of sex.

“Such a fucking tasty treat~” Zoro moaned, gripping Sanji’s waist to fuck him harder. “Going to be good for us? C’mon, Sanji, take it all!” Zoro licked across Sanji’s shoulder and bit down hard. Slamming into the hilt as hot cum filled him, dripping down his thighs from the excess.

Not done yet, Zoro forced Sanji out from Ace, the other whining at the loss.

Zoro lifted Sanji’s thighs and pinned them to his slick chest. Thick cock still wedged into his ass, Sanji was lowered down further and gasped. Looking down, Sanji realized Marco was holding up Ace’s cock, smearing it in the mess of cum and cream.

Encouraging Sanji’s ass to take both.

Marco grinned, panting hotly as he looked at Sanji.

“Be a good boy now, and take it.” Marco moaned, licking up more cream to slip it over Sanji’s hanging tongue.

With difficultly, Ace’s thick head slipped in besides Zoro’s, all three of them moaning sharply. Sanji jerked, cumming across his chest in a thick spurt as Ace slipped in deeper still. Zoro hissed, gripping his thighs in a bruising grip as Sanji was seated firmly on Ace’s lap.

Sanji quivered, panting and whining as he was stretched open so wide. Ace moaning beneath them as Marco chuckled.

“Isn’t he so fucking pretty when he falls apart?” Zoro asked. Marco hummed darkly, pulling away from Sanji finally.

“Hmmm, he really is. Ready for the final course?” Marco purred, licking Sanji’s wet lips.

“Y-Yes~! O-Oooh fuck yes, please!” Sanji begged, eyes watering as his cock sprang to life.

“Looks like you get seconds, Ace.” Marco cooed, pulling away and releasing Ace’s mouth from his cock. Ace panted, face red as he swallowed hard before looking up at Sanji. Eagerly, he lifted himself up, contorting to lick up Sanji’s chest.

“You’re so tight, Sanji. Do you like how it feels?” Ace asked roughly, tongue making quick work of the smeared mess along Sanji’s abs and chest. “You taste almost as good as you feel, fuck!” Ace whined as Zoro moved back, Ace’s cock nearly slipping out as he followed hastily.

Marco was quick to scoop up Ace’s thighs, shoving him up against Sanji as he yelped. The sound pulled into a moan as Marco sank into him

Ace moaned wetly against Sanji’s neck, leaning up to kiss Zoro as Marco lightly bounced him on his cock. The two cocks throbbing as Zoro set a slow pace against Ace’s harsh rocks. Marco smiled over Ace’s shoulder, leaning in to lick Sanji’s lips as he fucked Ace harder.

Sanji moaned, rapidly approaching another orgasm with his cock slipping in sticky cream between Ace’s hot body and his own.

“A-Ah! Aahhn ff-fuck ah-ah-ooooh FUCK!” Sanji cursed, lapping at Marco’s tongue as he was overwhelmed. Ace whined into his ear against Zoro’s mouth, cumming with Sanji as they were both railed into harder. Sanji shakily reached out and gripped at whoever he could reach. Fingers slipping in melted whip cream as he was smashed into Ace, Zoro and Marco leaning against each other to fuck them both harder. Overstimulation blurring with pleasure and the slight pain of being fucked open so wide.

Ace whined, panting and kissing Zoro and Sanji’s neck messily, babbling in a cock-drunk stupor.

“M-Marco! Marco! Ahhnn fffuck Marco—Z-Zoro-oooh~!” Ace jerked his head back, sobbing loud with tears streaming down his cheeks as Marco kissed his shoulders, finally allowing Sanji to breath.

Only for Zoro to reach up and yank back his hair for a messy kiss, still intent on fucking Sanji breathless with Ace.

“R-Ready to be a good boy?” Marco panted, it was unclear who he was addressing as Zoro broke away from the kiss.

“Y-Yeess! Hnngh~!” Ace whined, reached up to grab Sanji’s face and kiss him as he came again, Marco grunting with a hiss as Zoro slammed into Sanji one last time. The amount of cum practically falling free despite Sanji squeezing the two cocks hard in another orgasm.

Sanji whined, clutching Marco as Zoro slowly pumped his cock in deeper.

“So pretty and sweet~” Marco praised hoarsely, licked across Sanji’s sullied skin.

Gently, Ace and Zoro pulled out from Sanji’s body. Kissing and stroking his skin softly. Ace collapsed onto the table panting but practically glowing, a pleased smirk on his face.

Zoro chuckled, leaning back with Sanji draped over his lap. He whistled sharply.

“Fuck, you two made a mess.” Zoro pressed a kiss to Sanji’s cheek. “…You still hungry, firefly?”

Sanji moaned in surprise and looked down at Ace, who looked very hungry still. Marco leaning back and licking his sticky fingers with a grin.

Ace looked down with a smirk.

“Oh yeah. I can go for seconds.” Ace purred, Sanji following his gaze down Sanji’s chest. Down to where his cock throbbed, covered in a mix of sauces and whip cream.

Sanji couldn’t hold back his whimper, blood hot for more despite himself.

#one piece smut #marco the phoenix #portgas d ace #black leg sanji #ronoroa zoro #ace smut #marco smut #sanji smut #zoro smut #a slice of pride #I was very ambitious with the amount of dicks I could involve here #*Insert crude sex joke here*

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charlottepuddingsama · 2 years

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Who Did What Now (Chapter 3: Epilogue)

And here you'll find the actual pieces of writing that I wanted to use when I began this fic. Thank you for your time.

Chapter 1: Questions / Chapter 2: Answers / Epilogue

AO3 Link in the reblog

“So…” Sanji said, handing Zoro the last plate.

Zoro grunted in response, accepting the plate and drying it.

“The others know now,” he continued.

“Well, that was the plan, wasn’t it?” Zoro finished drying his plate, placing it on the stack of identical ones beside him. Sanji opened the right cabinet and Zoro slid the stack into place, as always.

“Yeah,” Sanji admitted, “It’s been a long time coming, too.”

“Mmm,” Zoro agreed. Lowering his arms from lifting the plates, he encircled Sanji from behind, the other fitting perfectly in his hold.

“Didn’t you get enough from all that PDA earlier?” Sanji teased, settling against his chest anyway.

“God,” Zoro said, nuzzling into the crook of Sanji’s neck, “That was the most embarrassing thing I think I’ve ever done. We are never doing that again.”

Sanji laughed at him, scratching a hand through green hair, “Even more embarrassing than asking me to marry you?”

“There you are! Holy shit, what happened to you? Is that a bear?”

Sunlight filtered through the canopy, turning yellow hair golden in the dappled light. A Cigarette sat tantalizingly between soft lips, and his face was gently flushed from the heat of the day.

He reached out a perfect, sacred hand and wiped a trail of blood off his cheek. The hand stayed there, moving his face left and right to inspect him.

He’d found him. Again. As he always did. No matter how lost he was, Sanji would always come and find him.

Zoro wanted him to do that forever. Knowing Sanji, he would, if only he asked.

The words left him before he even thought them, his heart speaking instead.

“Marry me.”

“Way worse than that,” Zoro answered.

“Oh?” Sanji said, “Then how about picking the island? Saying we should actually follow through?”

Trees colored pink and white with blossoms danced along the hills, small pokes of bright green baby leaves complementing them on brown branches.

Strong, scarred arms wrap around a waist from behind, holding the other preciously, secretly.

“Let’s do it here,” he said, smiling into sun-warmed blonde hair.

“Yeah,” was the soft reply, “Let’s do it here.”

“That was easy,” Zoro dismissed, squeezing him tighter.

Sanji laughed in his arms and Zoro relished the sound. “Let go of me,” Sanji smiled, wriggling, “I want to finally go sit down.”

Zoro sighed but let Sanji escape, only to smile softly when Sanji caught a now free hand in his, dragging him along, too.

“Oh, what about when you started going the wrong way to the hill?”

“Come on,” a hand in his, calloused but differently, marks earned perfecting the art of creation rather than destruction, “No getting lost this time.”

A red velvet case sat heavy in his pocket, yet the weight was no burden. It was heavy only from the potential it held inside. The anticipation of entropy made him giddy to his bones.

“I’m never lost,” he retorts, lying through his teeth. He’s always lost these days. Lost in blue eyes, in tender touches, in soft words, in moments where it’s just them and the rest of the world falls away.

“I knew where I was going.”

“Uh-huh,” Sanji said, falling onto the couch and dragging Zoro with him. Zoro automatically wrapped his arms around the other, sitting back until his head rested on the couch’s armrest and Sanji rested nestled against his chest. He ran a hand up and down Sanji’s back, soothing the muscles of his hard-working cook.

Sanji made a content little noise, stirring butterflies in Zoro’s stomach, which was stupid because they did this nearly every night, yet it seemed it never got old. Sanji reached for his pocket, pulling out his usual cigarette, but Zoro put his hand over his to stop him.

Sanji looked up with a questioning brow. “You already had six just washing dishes,” Zoro explained, gesturing with his head over to the sink. An ashtray sat beside it, filled with butts and dark ash.

“Oh, did I?” Sanji frowned, putting his pack away.

“Maybe I’m not the only one embarrassed,” Zoro teased, nuzzling playfully by his ear.

“Oh please” Sanji denied, “Sure it was… certainly something. But it really wasn’t that bad, was it?”

Zoro sighed, continuing his ministrations, “Honestly? It went over better than I thought. Even when Nami looked like she wanted our heads on pikes.”

Sanji shivered in his arms. Their whole arrangement had never been about pulling one over on everyone or anything like that; they just wanted their privacy. Still, Zoro couldn’t fault them for being a little angry with them, and he knew how having either of the girls’ ire directed at him made Sanji feel (in-short, not great).

“I’ll cook her a feast of treats to apologize!” Sanji declared, determination in his voice. Zoro could see the clockwork in his brain ticking, recipes and decoration ideas already thrumming through his head. He smiled at him fondly.

“I don’t think she’s really mad anymore,” he assured him, remembering her soft smile before she’d slipped out of the galley. “And,” he added, “If she is, she won’t be much longer.”

Sanji looked up at him, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. “What are you up to?”

“Jeez,” Zoro said, giving Sanji and incredulous look, “It’s nothing bad, I swear. Give me some credit.”

Sanji didn’t let up on his suspicion, though, and Zoro rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna ask her to be my best man. Maid of honor? I don’t know, whichever, both.”

“Oh,” Sanji said, blinking at him. Then, he smiled, turning back into Zoro’s chest to hide it. “I think she’ll like that,” he said. Zoro hummed in response.

A moment of gentle silence passed. Zoro just soaked in the content feeling of holding Sanji close. They got so few moments truly alone. Even now, like this, in the back of their minds they were watching the doorways with haki, waiting for someone searching for a midnight snack or glass of water to wander their way. Though, Zoro supposed that he didn’t have to roll off the couch and hide underneath or rush to lock himself in the pantry or slip out to the upper deck via the ladder anymore. Maybe they should have told everyone sooner. Ah, but the idea of keeping Sanji and the things he did all to himself was very attractive, and hiding had its own thrill to it, too.

As Zoro lazily considered these things, Sanji began to fuss in his arms. At first, it was just a light tapping rhythm of his finger. Soon, though, he was playing with a button on his shirt, then worrying the hem of Zoro’s sleeve, then tugging, just a bit, at the ends of his bangs. Finally, Zoro had enough of it. “Cook…” he said testily, though he followed it with a small kiss to blonde hair.

Sanji sighed, digging his face in further to Zoro’s chest. Zoro gave him a moment, knowing a number of ways to get whatever was bothering him out if he didn’t fess up willingly.

“So, uh,” Sanji said, most likely well aware of all of Zoro’s ways, “You’re really okay with, you know, doing it again?”

“Doing what?” Zoro said, frowning down at him, “The wedding? I’ve said as much before, haven’t I?”

“Well, yeah,” Sanji said, shrugging and lifting himself enough to look at Zoro’s face, “But now it’s all a lot more real. Everyone knows now, so we can start, like, actually planning, and stuff.”

Sanji had trailed off at the end of his sentence, looking away, but Zoro brought his hand to Sanji’s chin and made him turn to look at him once more. Zoro looked in those blue eyes with all the calm resolution and sincerity he felt, “I would do anything to get to marry you again.”

Sanji looked owlishly up at him. He blinked. He blinked again. Small patches of red blossomed in his cheeks. The patches grew, engulfing his pale skin, until his whole face was red, blush reaching to the tips of his ears and bleeding down to his chest, and he just kept getting redder. Zoro smirked.

“Holy shit, shut the fuck up, you asshole!” Sanji sputtered, sitting up to choke Zoro around the neck, but not actually squeezing. He looked furious except for his eyes which were full of glee.

“Get off me, crap-cook!” Zoro protested, laughing, lightly attempting to dislodge him but really just using it as an excuse to caress his wrists.

“No way! I have to kill you before you kill me first pulling crap like that!” he was laughing too, his façade easily broken.

“If it’s a fight you want…” Zoro said, switching tactics. He relinquished his wrists to put a hand in Sanji’s hair, pulling him forward suddenly enough to catch him off-guard, and crashing their lips together.

Sanji hummed into the messy kiss, hands releasing their mock hold so that one could rest on his collarbone and the other could thumb circles at his cheek.

They parted, breaths hot and mingling, for just a moment before meeting again, softer this time. The gentle press of Sanji’s soft lips against his was nothing but pure heaven. It was all he could ever want and more, and it was all freely given by a man who loved him.

They parted once more, and Zoro looked up at his beautiful husband, the overhead lighting of the galley giving him a halo that was well deserved. Sanji gave him a smile that Zoro would kill a thousand men for.

He knew he was being uncharacteristically goopy – even within their private moments, this was a bit much – but he just couldn’t help it; an evening of reliving memories had dredged up so much fondness, his heart was simply overflowing with the syrupy feeling. On top of that, he was simply too emotionally drained to put up his usual front, especially when Sanji would only see right through it anyway.

Sanji looked down at him equally as goopily, so he felt no shame in this allowance.

“Why do you ask, though? About the wedding?” Zoro said, furrowing his brow as he brought them back to their previous point. “It was your idea in the first place. Do you not want to anymore?”

Sanji rolled his eyes at him. “Of course I do, dummy,” he said, which was a little uncalled for when all Zoro was doing was showing he cared, “I just need to make sure you are. It’s a whole lot of doing stuff in public, you know? You’d have to say your vows again, out loud, in front of everyone.”

“I, Roronoa Zoro,” he swallowed thickly. He’d rehearsed these lines in his head a thousand times over but saying them with his voice was something else entirely.

A soft squeeze of their joined hands brought his attention back. Blue eyes full of sincerity met his. Right. He could do this. For him, he could do anything.

“I give you my whole heart to have and to hold, and promise to do so with your heart if you will let me,” he felt the enormity of his own words. He reveled, rather than drowned, in it. He slipped the chain bearing his ring over golden hair.

“Forever.”

Zoro’s face grew warm at just the thought. It really would be embarrassing to announce in front of everyone he knew how he felt. And yet, a possessive part of him didn’t mind it one little bit. In fact, that part of him wanted to tell every single passerby on any street of any island, “Yes, this is mine, he let me be his, all mine and no one else’s, just for me, forever.”

“You have to say yours too,” he says in lieu of revealing such desires.

“That’s true,” Sanji said, looking contemplative for a moment. Then, a smirk came to his face. “You gonna cry again when I do?” he teased.

“I, Blackleg Sanji,” he stops, tears welling up in his eyes. His smile doesn’t falter for even a second.

A blessed hand reached up, whipping wetness away from his own eye. It rests there on his cheek, warm and gentle. A sniffle and a shaky breath, and then he continues.

“Promise to care for you always, and to let you care for me in return. To be each other’s forever.”

“I only cried because you did!” Zoro protested, now even redder.

“Uh-huh,” Sanji slyly smiled, unconvinced.

Zoro huffed at him. The hands that were resting on the small of Sanji’s back wrapped further around the other’s lithe frame, trapping him to Zoro’s chest. His captive secured, Zoro gave him a punishment he deserved and tickled him mercilessly.

“Hey! Hahaha! You algae-heehee-brain!” Sanji scowled between giggles, wriggling in his hold.

Zoro didn’t let up, smile maniacal as he enjoyed Sanji’s struggle.

“Stop it!” Sanji yelled, laughing harder. He thrashed, trying to get away from those fingers, and ended up sending his body weight towards the open side of the couch. Zoro continued to refuse to relinquish his grip, so the pair was sent over the edge, Zoro just barely fitting a hand behind Sanji’s head as they met the floor hard.

Sanji’s breath was knocked out of him once as he landed and once again as Zoro landed on top of him. Zoro sat up on his elbows and looked down at him. Sanji looked up at him. A beat passed. They broke into laughter, dissolving into a pile of giggles and mirth.

Their captain, who found them, who brought them here, who they’ll follow to the ends of the earth, stands before them, smiling.

“I now pronounce you,” he says, reading from a card, “Mr. and Mr. Roronoa!”

Zoro’s insides felt impossibly light, watching Sanji’s flushed face as his thousand-sun smile shined at him. He meant what he said: he’d do anything to marry this man again and again and again and again. As many times as he would have him.

The sunset burns red across the sky, their shadows becoming long and merging into one.

He reaches a hand into blond hair and dips him, unable to control himself.

Soft lips press against his, the kiss lovingly marred by their inability to stop smiling.

He was now tied to this man’s side forever.

He would have it no other way.

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