So this is basically just the translation of my first ZoSan fanfic which I originally wrote in german. As english is not my mother tongue please forgive me my mistakes ^^'
The story takes place after the big mom ark and right before the wano kuni a...
Zoro stared. He was staring at Sanji. But he hadn't even noticed, he was so lost in thought. The entire Straw Hat crew was once again sitting together in the evening and everyone was having a good time. Except for Zoro. He just couldn't take his eyes off the blond chef, who was sitting directly opposite him and flirting with Nami once again. His heart clenched in pain every time he had to watch this. It hurt terribly, but still he kept seeking the chef's proximity. He didn't know why. Well, actually, he knew exactly why, but he didn't want to admit it to himself. "Damn it, why didn't that stupid cook just lock the door?" wondered Zoro inwardly. "Then everything would be the same now..." He was angry, confused, and sad. He had never felt so many emotions at once and he just didn't know how to deal with them.
Ever since the swordsman had watched Sanji in the shower a week ago, he just wasn't himself anymore. He just couldn't get the images of the cook naked and moaning under excitement out of his head. It was especially bad when he saw him. Like now. He couldn't stop staring at him, his soft lips, his well-built body. He wanted to be near him all the time, wanted to touch him, so he was constantly looking for excuses to be close to him. But at the same time, it hurt him every time. Sanji was as ice cold to him as ever, insulting him as often as he could and flirting with Robin and Nami right in front of him. His heart contracted in pain each time and he didn't know how much longer he could take this. The desire to not only look at the cook, but to touch him and do much more with him was growing with each passing day. Until now he could hold back and everything he wanted to do with the cook happened only in his imagination. Just as it was at this moment. He looked at Sanji's lips, watching how they moved as he talked. How he put on his mischievous smile when he tried to flirt with Nami. What he would have given for that smile to be his. He imagined stroking Sanji's lips with his fingers. "I wonder what they feel like?" he thought, sinking fully into his fantasy.
Zoro kissed Sanji's lips passionately and the cook returned the kiss fiercely. They could not let go of each other. Zoro's tongue played around Sanji's, tenderly at first, then more and more demanding. His body grew hot and he wanted more. His hands wandered under the cook's kimono, caressing his perfect skin, moving up to his nipples. Zoro heard with satisfaction an excited moan from Sanji and felt the man's body tense in his arms. He couldn't hold back any longer and ripped Sanji's kimono off.
"...so stupid, mosshead?!", with these words Zoro was abruptly jolted out of his daydream and he stared directly into the eyes of the blond chef that were shining with anger. Why did he even look cute when he was angry?
Zoro was so perplexed that he didn't even manage a counter. Instead, he immediately looked away and hid behind his beer, taking a big gulp. "Shit, did he notice something? Did my look give me away? Damn!" he huffed at himself, glad that his cheeks had already been red from the alcohol earlier.
Although Sanji had caught him ice cold, the excitement remained and it was too strong to suppress. So Zoro finished his beer, said he needed to stretch his legs for a moment, and left the ship, ignoring the others' warnings that he would only get lost. "I have to stop doing this," he thought while running his left hand through his hair. This was not the first time he had been unable to suppress his craving for the cook. It had been going on for a week now, almost becoming a habit. But it ate Zoro up more and more each time and only spurred his desire on.
But something seemed different this time. He couldn't explain it, but he felt he was being watched. "Great, now I'm also suffering from paranoia," he was annoyed with himself and walked deeper into the forest, not knowing where he was in the meantime. When he finally felt alone, he leaned back against a tree and slid down it until he was sitting on the leaf-covered forest floor.
He could hardly stand it any longer. His kimono had chafed his crotch the entire way, only intensifying his desire. Hastily, he pushed the kimono aside and exposed his manhood. His member was hot and hard and demanded his touch. While supporting himself on the forest floor with one hand, Zoro began to satisfy himself with the other. Relieved to finally give in to his desire, he closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of his neck. It felt far too good. In his mind, he saw the blond chef in front of him, imagined him leaning over him. "San..ji..." came a soft moan from his lips. He let his thoughts run wild, continuing the daydream he had started on the ship. Imagined that it was Sanji who was touching him, pleasuring him with his hand, kissing him passionately. Zoro's breathing quickened and grew stronger, so he opened his mouth to breathe more deeply. His breath was so hot that small clouds of steam formed with each exhalation. Beads of sweat ran down the swordsman's muscular, scar-covered chest. Zoro would have preferred to stay in this dream world forever, but the arousal grew stronger with every thought and every movement of his hand. He could no longer hold back his moans. He knew he was about to come. His body tensed and his left hand clawed into the forest floor so hard that furrows appeared in the earth. A shiver ran through his body and his muscles twitched with excitement as his cum spread across the forest floor. Exhausted, satisfied and still breathing heavily, the swordsman sank down. He had not noticed the secret observer in his ecstasy....
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