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Sanji loved to take care of the people he loved. He adored cooking them snacks, covering them with cheeks kisses, calling them with pet names. The crew usually giggled at that, or even reciprocated. The only one refusing his affection was the stubborn swordsman seaweed. He grunted, pushed him away, asked for sake, and argued. It infuriated Sanji. What was wrong with this shitty bastard ? Everyone liked to be pampered, why was he rejecting his efforts ?
It stayed this way for the longest time, until one interesting night. Sanji had hazardously made lots of onigiris, Zoro’s favorites. The swordsman had indulged in large quantities, even staying to eat left-overs as everyone went to bed. Sanji was cleaning the dishes, listening happily to Zoro’s eating sounds. He turned his head when he heard the swordsman leave out a burp.
“You’re alright, Marimo ?” he asked, walking towards him as he dried his hands.
Zoro massaged his belly through his haramaki. “I might have gone a little overkill.” He admitted. Sanji went for his usual teasing.
“I see you like my food, in the end.” he said, kissing the swordsman’s cheeks.
He waited for the usual rejection. But it never came. Instead, Zoro hummed into the kiss, closing his eyes.
Shit. Sanji thought. This was new. Was the swordsman too tired to fight him off ? He decided on pushing it further.
“Would you like some more, honey ?”
Zoro smiled, considering the offer. “I’m good, I’ve had plenty.”
Sanji’s eye widened, dumbfounded. His pet name had made him… smile ? Recovering with a cough, he watched the swordsman get up and stretch, before patting his stomach. As the last killing blow, Zoro kissed the cook’s cheek, muttering some thanks, before heading to bed.
The following day, however, Zoro’s grumpiness had returned, to Sanji’s utter confusion. The swordsman kept up the annoying act, falling back into the usual. Until one specific morning.
Zoro had entered the kitchen to a pleasant smell.
“You’re cooking already ?” he asked, watching at the galley’s clock indicating 5 am. “The crew won’t wake up for another three hours.”
Sanji turned to him with desperation.
“I know ! I messed up my clock and I woke up in a panic, thinking it was breakfast time.” He sadly looked at the ten plates of omelettes, still steaming, dressed on the table for the crew. “Everything is going to run cold, what a waste. I have time to cook something warm in the meantime, but what will I do with all these omelettes ?”
Zoro knew how important it was to the cook to not waste any food. He clicked his tongue. “Stop whining, you’re looking like a sad dog. I’ll eat your damn things.”
Zoro sat at the dinner table as Sanji fawned over him, ignoring his harsh words, too thankful his lack of concentration wouldn’t lead to all this waste. He prepared another breakfast, making sure to time it properly to keep it warm. In the meantime, Zoro ate in silence, piling the empty plates by his side, before falling into a nap.
He woke up as the crew came in, and Sanji happily served a successfully warm breakfast. He had used almost all his eggs, so it was impossible to recreate the ten omelettes. However, he used the remaining ones for a crêpe dough, which the crew appreciated. After exchanging pleasantries, everyone left, having various tasks to accomplish during the rest of the morning. Zoro however, stayed on his chair.
Sanji approached him as he picked up the utensils left on the table. The swordsman was seemingly fighting off sleep, closing his eyes before re-opening them with a snort. He had jelly on his cheek, indicating he had also eaten the crêpes on top of the omelettes. Sanji cleaned it off with his thumb, pinching the swordsman’s cheeks in the meantime.
“Why don’t you go to sleep, babe ?”
As that one night back then, Zoro smiled faintly at the pet name, which Sanji caught. The cook tried to link the two instances, and came to the conclusion that Zoro would get soft on him, warranted he had a full stomach. Sanji knew once the swordsman would digest, he would go back to his old ways, so he indulged in the cuteness aggression overflowing him. He gave smacky cheeks kisses, until the swordsman giggled, light-heartedly telling him to stop.
Surely, Zoro fell back into his grumpy angry swordsman persona. But Sanji now knew the trick to creating a softy cuddly marimo, and he abused it. The cook waited until late in the night, way after dinner and everyone’s bedtime, to meet Zoro in the crows-net. The swordsman was meditating on the wooden bench, cracking an eye open curiously.
“What’s the occasion ?” he asked suspiciously, watching Sanji dispose on the floor two bottles of sake, a full pizza and some onigiris as snacks.
“If you don’t want it, leave it.” The cook replied, lighting up a cigarette.
“Fuck yeah I want it.” Zoro said, reaching a slice as Sanji chuckled.
He was aware it was a lot of food, but he didn’t plan for Zoro to finish it all. He returned briefly to the kitchen, leaving Zoro to eat while he completed some chores. He went through them quickly, excited to pamper up his bloated Marimo.
What he found back in the crows-nest one up-ed all of his expectations. Zoro had finished… everything. He had removed his haramaki, revealing a round and gassy belly. He was currently working on his sash, struggling to unwrap it.
“Do you need help ?” Sanji offered, sliding off the piece of fabric, freeing the belly some more.
“Do y’a have more food ?” Zoro slurred sleepily, as Sanji sat by his side.
“Oh honey…” Sanji scoffed with adoration. “I think you’ve had enough.”
Zoro pouted, resulting in eating Sanji’s cheek instead. The chef giggled, attacking Zoro’s nose in return. The swordsman was about to counter, when he closed his mouth to muffle a burp.
Sanji frowned. “You’re gonna make your belly unhappy if you suppress them. Here.”
The cook softly rubbed his friend's abdomen, enjoying the roundness against his palm. Zoro hummed, giving him full access.
“I might have-” the swordsman’s words were cut by a long burp. “Overestimated myself.” he then completed.
Sanji started giving Zoro’s belly kisses, as a way of showing he couldn’t care less. It turned out the swordsman was sensitive, ticklish, if Sanji dared. The cook worked on massaging his friend’s belly some more. Zoro closed his eyes, but was kept away from sleeping in spite of himself. Indeed, impressive burps would come out of him, fully waking him up.
The more they went, the more Sanji realized he was completely and utterly turned on. Zoro finally fell asleep when he admitted it to himself. He couldn’t take his eyes off the swordsman’s stomach, now peacefully rising to his sleepy breathing. Zoro had hot burps. They were low, naturally long and full. It was all only adding to his adoration for the swordsman.
The following morning was probably the most interesting of it all. For a first, Zoro had wished Sanji a good morning. Miracles do happen, after all. He then had danced around him, very obviously meaning to ask for something.
“Are you being shy, Marimo ?” Sanji teased with a smirk.
Zoro groaned. “You’re an asshole.” He muttered, red in the face.
Sanji did give him his attention, letting his friend some time to gather up some courage.
“I, uh…” He really is embarrassed, Sanji thought, keeping his mouth shut as he only wanted to tease more. “I liked yesterday, when you fed me and cuddled me after. ‘t was cool, I guess. And uh… you should do it again, or something.”
Zoro properly ran away after his bit. Sanji was melting, unable to contain the big smile growing on his face. He was happy to know Zoro enjoyed these moments as much as he did.
After a moment, he remembered in horror that the swordsman had straight up turned him on. Was Zoro on the same page ? Or was he being a perverted freak ? (probably the good answer according to Sanji’s calculations). He prepared the food for the night anyway, shoving his worries at the back of his mind.
“Knock knock” Sanji said, as he climbed into the crows-nest.
Zoro awoke from his nap with a small cough. “Shoot, didn’t notice it was this late.” His voice was hoarse from snoring, but it wasn’t all. Sanji took a closer look at the marimo.
“You’re completely drunk.” He observed.
Zoro yawned innocently. “What’ya got me ?
-Don’t change the subject.” Sanji answered, showing off a pot filled with steaming ramen noodles in a soup anyway.
Zoro licked his lips. “Oh this is gonna be good”, he said, grabbing the handles.
He took the broth to his lips, testing the temperature. He hummed, satisfied with the taste. Sanji watched as the swordsman tilted the pot over his head, gulping and slurping. He didn’t stop, apparently intending to finish it all in one go. His belly started to visibly swell up, gurgling as the noodles and broth filled it up. Sanji couldn’t take his eyes off it. He got worked up all over again, biting on his lips.
By the time he was done, Zoro’s abdomen had swollen twice as big. He let go of the pot, licking his lips like a cat tasting the very last remains of flavor. Sanji was pretty sure his eyes had turned into hearts with how much he was enjoying the sight. They both massaged Zoro’s gut, as it made loud gurgles. Sanji was lovingly squeezing his love handles, keeping his libido under control, when Zoro burped for a few seconds straight.
It got the best of him. Sanji buried his head in Zoro’s belly as he moaned. He felt the swordsman chuckle.
“Oooh ?” he said, teasingly.
Sanji blushed, panicking. “No, that’s not what I- hhhhh”
He hissed as Zoro got on his knees to rest his swollen gut against his torso. He rubbed it against him, bringing so much warmth Sanji thought he was gonna pass out. He whimpered again.
The swordsman giggled. Fuck, he was going to be the death of him. Zoro played with him a bit more, before yawning.
“Just put me to sleep, cook, so you can take care of whatever the fuck your dick is currently doing to you.”
Sanji wanted to shake him like a tree, strangle him too, perhaps. Instead, he planted a big kiss onto the swordsman’s forehead.
“Have a good night, my infuriatingly sweet ball of moss.”
Zoro scoffed. “Good night, cook.”