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Sanji is a perfect omega. With his plush ass and thighs, wide hips, slim waist, soft, perky tits, and clockwork precise heats (once a month, for three days straight, ever since he came of age), he is the cream of the crop. Not only that he is a healthy and fertile omega, he is pretty, too.
His delicate ears and long, elegant tail compliment his hair, soft as velvet, sensitive and so expressive. They’d twitch when he’s irritated, perk up when he’s happy.
Just like now, on a lively summer island, surrounded by heat and heated stares. The sun beats down on the white beaches and towels dot the sand like candy pieces. There’s a small ice cream stain on his cropped top and his plush thighs rub with each step where they spill from the tiny shorts he is wearing. His tail swishes behind him lazily, curled just at the tip, and watermelon juice drips down his chin as he sinks his teeth into the sweet flesh. It makes his fingers all sticky. He licks at them.
He can feel the eyes on him, and he loves it.
Sanji is very fussy about his appearance, like any omega of his status is. His skin is smooth and soft, his pouty, full mouth always pink, just like other sweet parts of him. He dresses to impress, and never fails to do so either.
There are whistles and catcalling, and Sanji just flicks his tail and his ears twitch, nose scrunched up, pout fierce. He is not looking for a partner right not.
That being said, Sanji is picky about his partners, too.
He likes them big. He likes them dangerous, and with a stamina that can match his needs, which isn’t easy. He likes it when they give him all of their attention, when they want to touch and fondle, and press up against him. He relishes in it.
And if there’s anything Sanji doesn’t like, it is being ignored. Which is rare.
But, rarities do know to happen.
The perfect example of it would be the Zoro, a six foot three green-haired leopard alpha with biceps larger than Sanji’s head and endless reaches of audacity. Currently several steps behind him, following along on a supply haul as if he’s at gunpoint.
Zoro infuriates Sanji.
Mostly because Zoro doesn’t pay attention to him. Not the way Sanji would want him to. Zoro teases him when he is not brooding around his den. And the alpha is rude. Acting as if he bred all the prettiest omegas out in the world and cannot be bothered with one more.
Like Sanji isn’t even pretty enough for him.
Which is bizarre.
Zoro calls him ridiculous names, and sneaks up on Sanji and makes Sanji squeak (which Zoro loves doing, and he does it a lot), laughs gruffly when the fox pouts and his ears flatten against his hair in annoyance. Imagine.
Zoro never reacts to his outfits and warm scent of spices and and annatto seeds the way other alphas do. He doesn’t bare his fangs at other alphas who crowd to admire Sanji and coo at him at each island they reach. Zoro doesn’t touch him, nor does he react when someone inevitably does.
Zoro never compliments the food Sanji makes (though, he never complains about it either), and is silent as a grave when the fox gets fussy and his heat approaches.
Each time Sanji’s scent sharpens, his tits swell up, and slick starts dripping down his thighs, Zoro almost too obviously makes sure he is as far from the golden fox as possible. He gets gruff, more than usual, closes himself up in his den and doesn’t come out for three days.
It’s annoying. And honestly, insulting. Zoro should be only so lucky to get a chance to give a golden fox like Sanji attention.
Not that Sanji ever really lacks attention, or heat partners. Foxes are always a delight to be around. Plus, they are extremely rare. It is usual (and expected) for alphas to fight for a right to spend Sanji’s heats with him, for a chance to just try even. He is much more than just a good fuck. He is a privilege. And he knows it.
Zoro doesn’t seem to agree.
And this is why Zoro is a thorn — big, muscly, alpha thorn — in Sanji’s eye.
And the fact that he is on duty with Zoro for the day is really not helping Sanji’s quiet bellyaching either.
…
Zoro is an alpha in his prime. His body is built from blood and sweat, his composure unwavering, and his control is exemplary.
Even among larger predators, Zoro is considered to be one of the bigger ones. His muscles, his tail, his hands, his stamina, and if omegas he bred are to be believed, his cock — all above average. Above expected, at least.
With all of that comes the inevitable inflammation of his ego, too. Just a bit.
He is confident, however, never cocky. He is intimidating, but never cruel. Zoro is mostly indifferent at the end of the day and in full control of his senses, as a real alpha should be.
Meek, drooling alpha pups and kits do not impress him. An alpha with no self control, on their knees before any fertile-scenting omega disgusts him.
To add to the list of things that get on Zoro’s nerves: bratty, overly spoiled omegas. The fussy ones, with prickly little attitudes, who expect alphas to eat out of their hand and still call it insufficient.
As an alpha who can pick a partner at any given time, Zoro’s standards are rather high. He has a reputation of being notoriously hard to entice. Mostly because his cock is always sated, and his knot always well spent.
Indifferent. At least, most of the time.
So, it is not an easy thing for Zoro to admit that a certain golden fox is challenging all of that hard-earned reputation.
Because, see, Sanji is an infuriatingly gorgeous omega. Plus, the rarest of his kind. And the brat definitely abuses that. He has deadly legs and a golden tail lashing like a whip with each step he takes. His mouth is pink and pouty, his eyes are dollish, big, and so, so blue.
Sanji’s doughy tits jiggle when he laughs, and his thighs are currently rubbing together, step by step. The plush flesh is pink from friction, and each alpha in a twenty-foot radius is drooling already.
Zoro doesn’t roll his eyes.
His job for today is to carry supplies back to the ship, and that means trailing behind the cute, spoiled fox, making sure nobody distracts hm for too long. The crew needs to eat.
But Sanji bends at his waist, inspecting the goods, and suddenly there’s a sharp stink of alpha arousal suffocating enough for Zoro’s lip to curl.
The dainty waist arches and that flimsy piece of fabric that Sanji dares call a top hangs loosely under him. Zoro guesses the vendor at the stall can see everything. And now that Zoro looks at the poor guy, he is certain of it.
When Sanji practically bounces upright, his ears are all perky and cheeks scrunched up in a pearly smile, and he points toward the mushrooms he wants to buy. Zoro watches him. It is almost adorable, how Sanji fusses over picking the best ingredients for the food he prepares for the crew.
Zoro smirks behind the blond, where it is safe. It pains the alpha to admit it, but he does enjoy seeing Sanji stripped of all of his foxy act.
Sanji is caring, if one cared to observe long enough. He is attentive and fiercely protective of his pack, soft when needed and sharp as saw when necessary.
He is also extremely responsive and looks so soft, Zoro can barely resist poking around his cute little buttons.
Zoro enjoys the way Sanji would squeak when Zoro would tug at his bushy tail, or how his soft, pointy ears would twitch inevitably when Zoro would tease him.
Sanji’s lips, currently wrapped around a large piece of watermelon, are always plump and pink, and Zoro often wonders to himself if the rest if the little omega is just as plush and all petal-like.
However, Sanji seems to have an idea about Zoro’s perception of him, or several, and those silly thoughts make him ridiculously easy to rile up. All perky attitude with pinchable curves, this fox.
Аs any other prime omega, Sanji demands to be coddled and pampered, admired and begged, and those are the low levels an alpha like Zoro would never stoop to.
Poor kit. Never had a real alpha in his life.
Zoro gets distracted again.
Because Sanji’s ass is stretching the poor tiny shorts, the fat of it spilling at the edges when he bends over again to pick out peaches. Zoro marvels for a moment at how those shorts are even holding on, fangs itching just a bit at the sight. Fucking peaches.
Sanji is tiny compared to Zoro, but his hips and chest are plump and ripe. Zoro imagines the fox is as fertile as they get, even though it looks like it might be a bit of a struggle for Zoro to fit him onto his cock and breed properly.
Oh, but if Sanji only asked, Zoro would make sure he delivered. Thoroughly.
But the fox is too prideful for that. Always has been. So, he flaunts his curves and scent until some low-class alpha bends over backward to sate his heats, and Zoro just knows Sanji’s never been fucked well enough.
He wouldn’t be such a brat otherwise.
It is a feat for Zoro not to snarl at other alphas as he walks several steps behind the giggly omega, eyeful of curves bouncing, his tail flicking just enough to show off the impressive strength of those shorts holding in all that ass. He does glare at them all, from safe distance, and always behind the fox where he can remain unseen.
Thankfully, not one alpha seems stupid enough to challenge Zoro and the random whistles and hungry stares are all Sanji gets as he shops.
Which is why, of course, the fox is incredibly sulky when they get back to the ship.
…
It must have been Zoro’s brooding presence, Sanji is sure of it. Not one alpha approached him. That never happens.
Sanji pouts around the large lollipop in his mouth and his ears flick angrily as he stomps around the kitchen.
It is all Zoro’s fault. Now Sanji might not have enough time to find a heat partner. And Sanji can feel it, how his breasts swell, milk beading at the hard, sensitive nipples and staining his top a little. His plush pussy is warming up steadily, oozing and pulsing from deep in his belly. The shorts cut into his folds nicely and Sanji moves his hips in small circles, enjoying the rub. His shaft is all chubby and half-hard against the zipper, too.
But Sanji needs something much, much bigger. He was certain he’d find an alpha who would take him to a den that night. But they all just watched. Whistled. Nobody touched him.
Angry, the fox huffs, popping the lollypop out of his mouth, candy ooze coating his lips. He needs an alpha.
And he is getting an alpha.
…
Zoro can claim, with a lot of confidence, that he is not a man easily surprised. But when Sanji stomps his way into his den, not invited and without knocking, the leopard must admit there are first times for everything.
The fox is fuming out of his cute ears, judging by his curled up frown and dainty arms folded under his — that smells like fresh milk — bouncy tits. The omega scent cuts sharp, hitting Zoro low and heavy between his legs. Sanji’s heat.
Zoro arches a questioning brow as his cock grows heavy agaisnt his thigh, “Need something?”
And he doesn’t need to hear an answer. There’s slick dripping down Sanji’s thighs already, rubbing, rubbing, as he stomps his way toward where Zoro sits. The long tail is flicking up, ears twitching, pretty mouth plump around a big lollypop that smells like strawberries.
Zoro licks his lips. Foxes are so impulsive.
Sanji stands in front of him now, eye to eye where Zoro is sitting back casually. The omega has the audacity to glare at him and huff.
Adorable.
Zoro tries not to smirk.
A small hand reaches for Zoro’s and Zoro allows it to happen. He is curious. Sanji’s fingers are elegant and pale and look so much smaller between Zoro’s but he doesn’t have much time to marvel at the size difference, because the sly fox sticks Zoro’s hand right between Sanji’s slicked up thighs.
Now, that’s dangerous.
The alpha swallows a growl, feeling warmth and sticky mess coating his fingers. Sanji is is soft as he looks, after all. And he is already so responsive, already letting out a small gasp when that ridiculous, huge glob of sugar pops out of his mouth.
“This is your fault,” Sanji chides, or at least tries to. Zoro hums condescendingly, eyes flicking from where his hand is squished between Sanji’s legs, up to omega’s bare belly and leaking tits that smell so ready for milking, and finally land on that candy coated pout.
“Is it?” Zoro asks, moving his knuckles against the flimsy piece of fabric that covers Sanji’s weeping holes. The fox’s tail lashes like a whip.
“Fix it,” Sanji huffs, and despite his fierce little expression, his full hips are doing small circles against the large hand, to rub the deep itch Zoro knows bothers him. It must be so difficult, being a needy, spoiled omega. Poor thing.
Zoro chuckles, watching it all with open amusement. His own tail flicks up just briefly in interest. He presses his knuckles harder into the wet of Sanji’s shorts.
“Rude little kit.”
It’s worth Sanji’s flare, how those big eyes flash, ears flat against the head. “I am not a child!”
But that mouth of his betrays him, parted and gasping for air with a cute little yelp.
Absolutely adorable.
“Reckless too,” Zoro tuts, not indulging him. “What were you thinking coming into an alpha’s den uninvited, demanding things, looking like that?”
Sanji gasps, trying to look scandalized but failing, a smaller hand gripping Zoro’s wrist where he never stops rubbing and coaxing the slick to ruin those stupid shorts.
Zoro watches his expression, how hard he tries to look upset.
“You scared all the alphas away today, you big, stupid cat.”
Oh, kit has teeth. Zoro cracks a vicious grin at that. “Alphas?” He punctuates the word by flipping his hand palm up and cupping the plush cunt whole. He gives it a harsh shake, which makes the fat of Sanji’s thighs ripple nicely, all the way up to his breasts. That top is almost soaked entirely now, stinking of milk.
“Those horny, drooling pups whose knots wouldn’t catch in a keyhole— those alphas?”
Sanji is too busy whining to respond verbally. Or he is just that stubborn. But his small body is slumping forward, legs spreading a little. Needy, bratty fox.
“You… if you’re so much better… then you do it…” Sanji pants, words cracking from sharpness to slurred already. Zoro marvels at how sensitive he is, and he has done nothing of substance to him yet. Foxes sure are sweet.
Zoro might actually break him if he entertains this further, no matter how amused that would make him.
His fingers drag up and down the small shorts, already sick of them, ready to tear them off and see just how messy and pink the rest of Sanji is. But Zoro is patient.
“Hmm…” he drones, contemplating.
Sanji’s glare is pacified greatly by the glazed look in his eyes, but he doesn’t answer.
Zoro uses the moment to reach around with his other hand and tug at the base of Sanji’s tail. It makes the fox raise to his tiptoes, body yielding with a shudder. Zoro’s dark eyes lock into the fresh mess agaisnt his hand, sticky and smelling divine. Sanji is so wet, it’s amazing.
“Cute…” Zoro muses, letting the whiny omega paw weakly at his shoulders.
“But if you want me to breed you, little fox,” he licks his lips, smirks when Sanji’s sweet little pants fan over his face. “—you won’t be allowed to leave my sight for days.”
Sanji produces a low, rumbling sound at that, pure satisfaction in its resonance. Zoro’s ears flick — brave little thing, or perhaps just reckless. Sanji pouts. With a thumb, Zoro hooks onto the small shorts and hums.
“I don’t like sharing,” he elaborates, only slightly tugging at the fabric. Sanji arches into his hold with an adorable sound.
“And I know how you spend your heats,” Zoro continues. “Making them all line up and wait, kick them out one by one when their balls dry out.”
He huffs out a chuckle and continues. “That’s not what happens with me. If I breed you, I will make sure it catches… and that means…” he lets his lips brush Sanji’s jaw, smiles. “…you’ll be sleeping on my knot.”
Sanji’s pants are now becoming small, cut-off moans, hips grinding down on Zoro’s hand. His legs are shaking slightly.
“That… is not… hah, you wish…”
“Mmm,” Zoro hums, then concludes, “You never had a real alpha breed you then.”
Sanji’s glare is so pitiful, Zoro almost laughs.
“Never fully satisfied, are you, kit?” Zoro asks, voice dropping into a deep rumble.
“Can’t find an alpha to keep you on his knot, hm?”
He takes a deep breath, scenting the messy, heated mix of smells emitting off the small, stressed out body. Zoro can fix it, he knows he can. But he just wants Sanji to admit to it — that he knows that, too. That he doesn’t need others.
So it is endlessly satisfying for the leopard when Sanji nods, all cute and red in the face, in agreement.
“Oh, you poor thing…” Zoro drawls, voice tender. Sanji’s bouncy ass is now rubbing against Zoro’s hands in earnest.
Zoro moves his hold to the hem of the shorts, hands cupping the glorious ass and giving it an appreciative shake. It ripples so nicely. The soft flesh will spill so sweetly between his fingers. He moves the bridge of his nose against Sanji’s jaw and cheek.
“We can’t have that, now, can we?”
Sanji relishes in being finally touched and accepted, mewling softly and rubbing himself all over Zoro.
“N-no…” the fox manages, a bit held back but good enough.
Zoro’s grin splits, vicious and hungry. His breath lands on Sanji’s pretty neck in deep breaths. He bites down the urge to lick at the skin smelling of warm butter and annatto seeds.
“All you have to do is ask,” Zoro whispers, nipping teasingly at the small twitching ear. Sanji half huffs, half whines, lightly swatting Zoro away from his sensitive ears.
…
Sanji is melting.
Who knew Zoro would smell this good. That he would make Sanji feel so woozy and soft. He’s been riding the wide, teasing hand, and rubbing his pussy all over those large fingers. He wants more and Zoro will give it to him, but on his own stupid alpha terms. Not Sanji’s.
Zoro wants Sanji to beg.
Ridiculous.
Sanji never begged for dick in his life. He picks and chooses. And he could choose now, too, if not for Zoro and his dominant alpha scent. Zoro should be the one apologizing and giving Sanji attention to make amends. Instead, he is being mean and teasing. Zoro doesn’t touch his skin, keeps his attention on the shorts, lets the omega rub himself up and down his large front, basking in the strong alpha smell. And nothing. This is so embarrassing.
“You’re… mean…” Sanji sulks, pouting at the other, a bit of drool making its way down his chin around the large lollypop, shaky hands reaching for Zoro’s face to pull him in. Sanji needs to be kissed. To be held down and fucked into Zoro’s nest where the alpha smell is suffocating. Sanji needs to cry and whine on a knot so big he can barely move, full with seed making his belly heavy. He’d be so pretty all bred up, Zoro would never deny him again.
But, Zoro clicks his tongue, still smiling, and barely looking flustered at all. Zoro’s so close to Sanji, all slicked up and reeking of heat and arousal, and the alpha is staring at him as if all of this is barely scratching the surface of his composure.
Most alphas would be drooling into his sweet cunt by now, trying do drown in the warmth and slick, but Zoro is fully dressed and dares to look amused.
“Ask.”
Sanji is furious. Or he would be if not for the glorious scent that cuts into him. Arousal.
And it is not a soft, warm butter arousal coming off an omega. It is sharp and full of spice and fire, making Sanji’s tail perk up, milk and slick dripping. This is alpha arousal, and Sanji’s never smelled anything like it before. His eyes are so wide looking at Zoro’s unbothered expression.
“You want to fuck me,” Sanji’s voice is thinning but it’s firm. Zoro smirks.
“But what do you want?” Zoro asks.
Sanji straddles him in a matter of seconds, throwing all pride and grudges to the wind, and almost weeps when he feels the familiar bulge of a hard cock pressing against his thigh.
There it is.
“I want you to fuck me.”
And that is the knock that breaks the damn, hook, line, and sinker.
Zoro’s growl resonates through Sanji’s whole body, making his tail hairs stick at their ends, but the fox barley has the time to bask in the feeling of being accepted because Zoro rips Sanji’s shorts off his body as if they’re made of paper.
“Fucking hell,” Zoro grits out, tossing the wet, useless strips of fabric to the floor with a loud wet squelch. Sanji might have felt a little self-conscious about it but Zoro gives him no time to think, because the leopard is suddenly all around him, fingers digging into his ass and thighs, blunt edge of a thumb pressing under his tail where the fox is sensitive.
Sanji moans, his swollen pussy drooling copiously all over Zoro’s pants, and the alpha gropes, licks at his skin, nips and bites. The omega whines a little, tongue coming out and asking for Zoro to kiss him.
But Zoro has other ideas.
Sanji’s top is pulled up swiftly, and the alpha hums in appreciation at Sanji’s tits and their healthy bounce.
“So fertile,” Zoro rumbles, pressing his face against the soft, swollen fresh. He takes a deep breath. “Mmm… So fucking fertile.”
Sanji’s legs part so easily when Zoro maneuvers them both, picking up the small omega body with not as much as a labored breath.
When Sanji’s body finally sinks in Zoro’s nest, fully enveloped by strong alpha scent, the fox almost cries in relief.
…
So, Sanji is very pretty all flustered and sulky like this.
Oh, he’ll look divine pregnant.
Zoro smirks when the golden fox nuzzles into the pillows and rubs his tiny body on the blankets, oozing omega stink all over Zoro’s nest.
Zoro takes an advantage of the omega being pacified for a short moment and dips low to take in the scent of Sanji’s belly, his cute cock that looks angry and red. Zoro gives it a lick of appreciation.
“So cute…”
Sanji seems to kick back into reality when Zoro’s tongue touches his cock, but anything that he might have wanted to say gets lost in a jumbled mess of noise when Zoro’s face sinks right below, into the sticky mess of his cunt.
Zoro doesn’t waste time. Sanji smells like heaven, sweet and warm cream coating alpha’s chin and making his cock throb and knot swell a little already. Those chubby lips flutter around the pink pussy, and Zoro digs in. The plush, wet walls grip at his tongue instantly, suck it in as if Sanji’s cunt wants to be filled with absolutely anything. Hungry, strong. It will stretch so wide around Zoro’s knot and keep all of his seed warm.
Now, that’s a good pussy.
Sanji’s legs kick around Zoro’s head, and the leopard smirks, a chuckle building in his chest as he licks at the pretty, needy hole, hands kneading the flesh he can reach.
When Zoro moves away to look, Sanji’s pussy spasms and throbs, empty and looking angry just like the rest of him. Sanji huffs. Zoro chuckles.
Foxes are so impatient.
A wide palm spreads over Sanji’s belly, covering it whole and Zoro straightens, licking his lips and smirking at the little omega mess stinking up Zoro’s den with fertility and arousal.
“You’ll be so full, little one…” he muses, curling over Sanji’s shaky pout, watching how those sweet tits bounce when the fox tries to push up to his elbows a little. Zoro presses a palm down onto his stomach, keeps him there. Sanji’s plush mouth is open now. Zoro wants to feed him his tongue, his cock, his fingers. Doesn’t know which first.
“ Think you can take it?” Zoro asks, and without waiting for Sanji to come up with some clever half-assed response, he pulls down his trousers.
Well, Zoro thinks as he examines the pure shock and hunger on Sanji’s face when Zoro’s cock springs free, those omegas did not lie about it, after all.
…
Zoro is big. Fuck, he is so big, and his cock is gorgeous. Veiny and thick and drooling. Sanji can already feel a swoop in his belly, butterflies making him impatient. His mouth waters when Zoro takes his cock in hand and gives it a few strokes, fingers spread over the knot that’s slowly fattening at the base. Oh, that will definitely catch. Sanji won’t be able to walk for days.
With a whine, Sanji spreads his creamy legs further, opening as easy as petals. Zoro’s expression darkens instantly, golden eyes fixated on Sanji’s sweet hole. He strokes himself firmly, spreads his knees to get closer and Sanji is already arching off the sheets when Zoro nudges the tip against the wet, messy center of him.
Zoro’s grin turns feral, and then Sanji mewls. The slide is almost too smooth, the stretch incredible, and Sanji’s soft cunt is coated with slick and is so greedy that it sucks that gigantic cock right in, contracts around it like it welcomes it.
Zoro bites out lowly, “Holly shit…”
He sinks in with such a primal sound with each snap of the hips, each hair on Sanji stands upright, his belly doing somersaults from the wide stretch.
Zoro’s grip on his wide hips is tight, fingers digging into flesh, easily clasping them. The alpha then pulls up and Sanji is entirely at his mercy. Pretty arch of his back making him gasp, his head thrown back because that angle makes it all deeper and tighter.
“Pretty fox.”
Zoro’s deep, pleased rumble forces another gush of omega joy to spill out of Sanji’s body. His poor pussy is being used and filled, and the feeling is so suffocating, so good. Zoro simply hods him as if the omega weighs nothing, pulls the hips in each creamy thrust.
…
It is obscene how good Sanji’s pussy feels, so tight and warm and clenching onto Zoro’s cock as if it wants to milk it dry. The cushion of it is just too sweet, the omega juices spilling and oozing down Zoro’s tight balls.
The fox is making all sort of delicious sounds under him, and Zoro coos at the small pout being fucked straight off Sanji’s face. Poor little kit had no idea what he got himself into.
Zoro smirks, picks up the pace just to hear those wet, squelching noises slapping filthy between them. He watches those full, soft tits bounce and leak. Zoro curls over the small omega and rumbles in appreciation as those hard, pink nipples brush his mouth and tongue. He sucks in earnest, taste of fresh milk bursting on his tongue like fireworks.
Zoro’s knot fattens a notch and the poor omega squeals, scratches at wide alpha shoulders weakly. Zoro rumbles deep from his chest and lets the sore nipple go with a wet pop.
“Mmm…” he drones watching Sanji’s expression melt. A beautiful vacant glaze consumes those big blue eyes, pout is fully now lax, pink tongue hanging out. Zoro coos. Poor, hungry pussy spasms around his cock again, catching ever so slightly at Zoro’s forming knot.
Zoro tugs and frees his cock with a debouched wet noise and then slams back in, balls deep. Sanji hiccups on a loud, staccato moan, tits jiggling with the harsh jolt. Zoro spreads the puffy lips around the stretched cunt with his fingers and watches his cock disappear.
“Such a good pussy, kit…”
Sanji is limp now, deadweight bouncing on Zoro’s cock, fat ass and tits rippling. He’s a screamer and still tries to be sulky even when fucked stupid.
“B-big…” the omega hiccups, dazed and slurring already. Zoro hums condescendingly, presses a wide palm over the bulge on Sanji’s belly. The omega mewls, tries to squirm away. But Zoro is not letting up.
He pins the omega’s tantrum in place, dainty, pretty legs propped on wide shoulders and he plows deep, makes sure each drop stays.
“Gonna keep you nice and full,” Zoro grunts, folding the pretty fox in half, watching tears prickle in those eyes. “Full of my seed, carrying my pups.”
Proper moans bubble out of Sanji’s slack mouth, pussy gripping tight. Zoro groans when his cock is sucked in so tight, he growls.
“Greedy little cunt, shit.”
Sanji holds on for dear life, scratching at Zoro’s shoulders and back, mewling, his ears are twitching. Such a fussy little thing, flouting his curves and spilling juices for alphas to fight over, and look at him now— almost purring at the promise of being kept stuffed and pregnant.
And they’d all be alphas, Zoro just knows. Healthy and strong, just like him. The breeding will take, just like any other after, because there will be many of them. Zoro is not letting Sanji out of his sight again.
…
Sanji’s caught between mewling and loose, trembling orgasms, tiny little shocks to his system, telling him he has found an apex alpha, that his womb is warm and ready to be impregnated.
He is sniffing into the pillow, cheeks smushed against the fabric, drool pooling under him when Zoro flips him on his belly and holds him by his tail. The omega digs his nails deep into the sheets, eyes rolling back, a string of small uh uh uh all he can manage while Zoro fucks him loose and sore.
And Zoro is not as much as breaking a sweat, chuckling when Sanji babbles nonsense after god knows which orgasm in a row. His belly is already swollen, pretty little bump sloshing and moving with each deep, delicious thrust. His tits are now leaking and so achy, full of milk and sore. Pretty pink nipples pressed into the sheets.
Zoro pulls him upright and presses big, veiny hands onto the sensitive breasts.
“Mmm… Such a cute mess.”
Sanji mewls sweetly, watches as Zoro presses his nipples and lets out spurts of milk. Slick and Zoro’s cum trickle down his sore thighs, pussy fluttering still, taking more.
Zoro licks at Sanji’s neck, nips at his jaw and soft ear, laughs gruffly when omega tries to squirm away. With a firm hand, Zoro keeps him in place, fucking his almost ready knot into him. The stretch burns and it’s obscene, making all kind of embarrassing noises. But it feels so primal, so good. Sanji is loose and a rag doll being stuffed.
Zoro milks him more, making Sanji’s swollen belly wet with milk, his mouth slack and drooling and letting out weak, pretty moans as he bounces on the gigantic cock.
Nobody will ever match up to Zoro again. Sanji’s pretty cunt is ruined for any other alpha out there. His bumpy cervix is getting tickled and nudged, and it makes Sanji see white, searing hot pleasure in spots in his vision.
Zoro floods him with his cum, wave after wave of breeding, and when his knot finally stuffs Sanji so full to the brim, the omega is crying in bliss.
Zoro coos at him, kisses his teary cheeks, licks at his tits and jiggles Sanji’s ass just to be playful, laughs when Sanji pouts. Calls him adorable.
Tells him how good he will be, taking each breeding like a good omega should. How he’ll swell up even more, and be so pretty when pregnant. How everyone will be so jealous, how they will all want to suck on his huge tits, and see his pretty pussy stretch wide, but they won’t be allowed.
Sanji sniffs and mewls, sitting all pretty and swollen on Zoro’s knot, so happy he could burst. His pout is wobbly, and he all but purrs when Zoro praises him, pressing a finger into his pretty winking hole, promising he will stretch his ass too, watch it bounce on his cock when his pussy is too sore.
Zoro stuffs three fingers in Sanji’s plush mouth and fucks his throat deep until drool coats the big hand, until alpha makes him gag and Sanji’s eyes water. Sanji gasps when his mouth is empty again, and his tongue is out, drooling on Zoro’s chest. The knot inside of him is so big it is almost painful, but it makes him orgasm every several minutes, each time Zoro floods his womb even more with his cum.
“So big…” Sanji coos, looking down at his tits and belly, swollen and pink. Sore and so satisfied.
Zoro hums, praising him even more. “You took it very well.”
Sanji preens at that. “Better than your other stupid omegas?”
Zoro laughs at that, tone warm and gruff. He gropes and fondles the sensitive omega, licks his little pout and tries to suffocate him with his tongue.
Zoro’s knot throbs and wide cock deep twitches. Sanji mewls, pawing at Zoro’s chest and huffs so adorably, Zoro almost feels bad for him.
Who knew foxes are so cute when they’re jealous.
“Silly fox.”
Sanji falls asleep on his chest later, belly big and pressed against Zoro’s front. The alpha chuckles, playing with soft golden ears, petting the tail curling and uncurling around Zoro’s hand, his thigh.
Zoro’s knot doesn’t deflate for hours that night, and when it finally slips free, Sanji is stirred awake and outraged, feeling so empty and demanding for Zoro to fix it. Pouts and fusses so cutely.
Zoro groans, bothered, but he still flips the sweet, bratty omega over and mounts him, and breed him full all over again.
And it takes.
Of course it does.