𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐞
𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐞
You and Law use his devil fruit abilities, but for all the wrong reasons... Plus part two: You decide to get back at Law for teasing you, with a certain request...
Note: This was my most popular fic back on my main account, "Body Swap", now being reposted here for my Most Popular Fics Event, under a new name! Please keep in mind these were some of the earliest smut fics I ever wrote (Almost 2 years ago), so it isn't representative of my current writing abilities. Regardless, I'm glad to see that so many people enjoyed reading them.
Warnings: smut, fem reader, use of Law's heart-swapping ability.
Typically, once you got a good idea, it wouldn’t leave your mind.
Except that you didn’t know if this was exactly a good idea.
You tried ignoring it as much as possible. But how could you?! It was becoming too much for you to handle.
Sitting in the kitchen, you were eating your dinner with a few other crew mates. The others had been trying to talk to you, but you didn’t listen. It wasn’t that you were ignoring them, no. You just had too much on your mind.
“I think (Name)’s sick,” Bepo said, poking at your arm, but you kept staring ahead, at nothing. “She’s unresponsive…”
“But definitely conscious. That’s odd,” Ikkaku noted.
“Maybe we should take her to captain,” Penguin suggested. “He’d know what to do!”
“About what?” Law asked, entering the kitchen.
“Oh! Captain, thank goodness, (Name)’s acting weird. We think she may be sick!”
You let out a small gasp, face turning red at Law’s voice
“Is she choking?!” Shachi yelled.
Law took a look at you. The answer was clearly no. You almost seemed embarrassed. But about what?
“(Name)-ya.”
Your eyes widened a little, and you turned to look at your boyfriend. “Law…”
“Come on, let me have a look at you,” he motioned for you to get up and follow him.
You followed Law through the halls of the submarine, all the way down to his bedroom. He sat you down on the bed before closing the door, and crossing his arms.
“What’s wrong with you?” He asked.
“Umm… nothing,” you lied.
“Nothing?”
The two of you stared at each other, Law waiting for you to break.
“Ok! Fine. I just… had something on my mind and was very distracted.”
Law raised an eyebrow, not looking very amused. “Distracted?”
“Yeah… um. Got a lot on my mind, y’know…”
“Then tell me what’s on your mind. What could possibly be so distracting that you weren’t even acknowledging everyone around you… ah. But then I walked in.”
Your face went red again.
“You were thinking about me.” He said. “How am I that distracting?”
“Oh, well. Um… I just… had an idea,” you mumbled, looking down.
Law moved closer to you, standing inches away from you now. “An idea?”
You were too embarrassed. It was stupid and he’d never agree to it. But quietly, as though you were genuinely afraid of saying it, you told him your idea.
Then Law’s face turned a little red.
“See, it’s a horrible idea. But I can’t stop thinking about it,” you whined. “Sorry…”
“No. It’s not horrible, just… a bit out there.”
Was he seriously about to agree?!
“We can try it,” he told you. “Since you can’t stop thinking about it. Lay down.”
You laid back against the soft pillows, crossing your hands and waiting for him to make the next move.
Law slid his shirt off, and grabbed kikoku from where it leaned against his desk, walking back over to you.
“Undress at least a little, to make it easier,” he said, standing beside you now.
You slid your shorts off and removed the top you had on off, leaving you in just your rather cute set of undergarments.
Law moved to get on top of you, sitting on his knees, around your legs.
“…you sure about this?” He hesitated.
“We’re already here, aren’t we?” You asked.
Deciding to just get it over with and wanting this over as soon as possible, Law created a room.
He slid the katana out of its case, and closed his eyes.
“Just do it! Before I freak out and back out!” You yelled.
“Ugh. Shambles,” he said as he did a thrusting motion toward your body, then back at himself.
You felt oddly dizzy, and suddenly…
You were now in Law’s spot, holding the katana exactly how he had been seconds ago. Except that you were still underneath him…. But it was just your body.
Now you were panicking. This was a bad idea, why did you even think of it in the first place?!
Looking down, you saw that you were Law… and he was you. Your eyes widened, and you opened your mouth as if you were about to scream. But before you could get more than a “Ah!” out, your (Law’s?) hand was covering your mouth.
“Let’s get this over with, I don’t like looking at myself like this…” he said.
Sliding kikoku back into its case and setting it aside, you slid a hand onto your chest, not being used to how… er, flat… it was. “Woah,” you muttered.
“Stop that! It’s weird!” Law snapped.
“No, this is so weird! I’m so used to.. uh… having boobs.”
Law then rolled his eyes, but… he didn’t want to admit that he was also curious. He looked down at your chest.
“Try it,” you said, taking his hands and placing them on your body’s chest. “This is crazy.”
Law wanted to yell at you for forcing him to grab your boobs, but… it was rather fascinating.
“I get to live like that, all day every day,” you said. “Wait…”
Then you slapped his hands out of the way and grabbed your own boobs, squeezing. “This is awesome,” you giggled.
“Quit making it weird!” He yelled.
“Okay, okay. Sorry,” you said, removing your hands. “So…”
“Did you forget how to take off your clothes?” He asked, watching you just sit there.
“N-no! I’ve just never done it from this point of view before!”
You carefully took off Law’s signature jeans. Then, you looked down at yourself. Feeling unsure, you pulled off your panties.
Then you screamed, fully this time, seeing your own pussy. “What the hell! It looks like that?!” You cried.
“(Name)! Stop that shit, you’re making this way less sexy than you made it sound!”
Curiously, you reached out and poked at your clit, and Law hissed, eyes widening. Then you slid a finger down the slit, feeling how wet it was. “Aw, you’re wet for me,” you giggled.
You inserted a tattooed finger into your cunt, feeling the ridges along the walls of your hole. Law let out a small moan, face red in embarrassment.
Adding another finger, you fully began fingering your cunt. Law’s hands flew up to grab at your wrist, stopping you. He was breathing heavily and your body’s legs were twitching.
“Stop. It’s too much,” he panted.
“Oh, is it?” You asked. “It’s too much for you but I take it for hours and hours, begging for more every time. You’re such a baby, Law.”
You pulled your hand away, and then pulled his cock out. You stared at it in awe, feeling like your mind was gonna explode.
“This is so weird!” You exclaimed. “This is how it feels to have a boner?!”
“(Name)-ya, just get on with it already,” Law sighed.
“Fine, fine,” you said. Awkwardly trying to line his cock up with your cunt. You teased him by rubbing against it but not sliding in.
“Sure you’ll be able to handle it?” You asked. “You couldn’t even take fifteen seconds of me fingering you.”
“I don’t care anymore,” Law huffed.
“Alright. But don’t act all mad when you can’t do it.”
When the last word left your mouth, you slid his cock into your throbbing cunt, and grabbed onto your hips.
You moaned a little, loving how you squeezed his cock.
Law tried covering his face and biting onto one of your hands to stop himself from moaning.
You tried thrusting, unsure of how exactly you were supposed to do so… since you’d always been on the receiving end. And it wasn’t like you were always watching Law’s hips and studying how it was done.
As you got the hang of it, Law could no longer hide his moans. You could feel your cunt throbbing more, your legs wrapping around his and squeezing you. You tried going faster, and moaned at the sensation.
“Mmm, moan louder, Law. I wanna hear you cry like a little whore,” you said, leaning down to suck on your own breast.
Taking the nipple in your mouth and harshly sucking, Law let out the most lewd moan you’d ever heard from him. You stumbled in your movements, hips twitching at the sound. “Law, I’m close…”
“You better not- ugh- get yourself pregnant,” he muttered in between moans.
“Mmm, but that would be so hot, you getting to feel the way I do when you stuff me with cum. Oh!” you gripped harder at your hips and shoved his cock deep into your cunt, unloading into yourself with a loud moan.
Law yelped, squeezing his eyes shut as he too came, but through your body. You collapsed onto him, still buried inside your cunt.
“How’d it feel?” You asked, a smirk on your face.
“Now I almost feel sorry for you,” he panted. “You take way more than that when I fuck you…”
“Hmm, well, how about next time I make you suck your own cock?” You suggested with a giggle.
“There will not be a next time,” he huffed.
“Aww, but this was so fun,” you whined. “In fact, I wanna stay here… you feel so nice and warm around my cock.”
“Your cock?” He glared at you. He wasn’t actually angry but it was incredibly embarrassing to let you take control like this, and now you were getting cocky.
“Sorry,” you said. “But now I see why you never let me go after one round.”
“Okay, whatever. Change us back. Now.”
Sighing defeatedly, you sat back up and slid his cock away from your cunt, watching his seed spill out. His cock twitched again.
“Umm… how do I do that?” You asked.
Law rolled his eyes. “You should know, you watched me do it.”
“But I’ve still never done it myself!”
“You take the katana and say ‘room’, then thrust it at our bodies and say ‘shambles’,” he instructed.
“Okay…” you took the katana into your hand and did as he said.
And suddenly… now you were underneath him, back in your own body.
“That was easy,” you giggled, trying to get up so you could put your clothes back on.
But Law pushed you back down. “You think I’m letting you get away with that, you little demon?”
Boy, were you in for a punishment…
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When the idea returned to you, it came at a rather convenient time.
You’d thought about it since that evening, sure. But you were unsure if Law would ever agree to doing it again, so eventually… it slipped your mind.
But then now, you simply couldn’t get it off your mind.
You’d been laying in bed with Law, both of you unable to sleep that particular night. He’d been reading a book, an arm wrapped around you, holding you close to his bare tattooed chest.
He’d been teasing you all day, and now all evening. Throwing you suggestive smirks or subtly winking at you throughout the day, lingering touches, and at one point he’d even smacked your ass as you headed out of a room. Now, his hand that was around you was pinching at your nipple through your tight tank top, and every time you’d whimper he’d let out a faint chuckle, making you even more frustrated.
You couldn’t take it anymore, so you slipped a hand down to your panties, sliding it under and began slowly stroking your folds with one finger, trying to get yourself wet enough to finger yourself.
You thought about that evening. The way Law moaned like a little slut, whining about how it was too much for him to handle when you’d barely touched him (you?).
You moved your finger up just a little to your clit, and began rubbing at the bud of nerves. You let out a soft whine, rolling over just a little, still in Law’s hold.
Surely he’d noticed. He was in no way oblivious to anything. You looked back at him, seeing his cocky smirk on his face. He glanced at you, making eye contact for just a second, before looking back to his book.
Feeling wet enough, you slid two fingers inside yourself, letting out the most lewd, cute moan you possibly could, trying to get Law’s attention.
But he didn’t move.
So you kept your fingers moving, sliding them inside yourself and rubbing your fingertips along your tight walls. Law pinched your nipple again, this time much harder than he was before. You let out another whimper, frustrated that that was all he would do to you, when you wanted so much more.
“Law, please,” you whined.
“What, (Name)-ya?” He was pretending to not notice.
“Law, I need you.”
“For what?” He taunted.
“To satisfy me! You wouldn’t make your girlfriend do it all herself, would you? Leave me all helpless and fingering myself, when I really want you.”
“I wouldn’t put it past me,” he replied.
“Ugh! Law, come on! You’ve been teasing me all day,” you yelled, sliding your fingers out of yourself and moving to sit up, facing him.
“Do something about it, then,” he told you, looking back to his book.
“Fine,” you muttered. Without hesitating, you moved your hand that you’d just been pleasuring yourself with up to his mouth, forcing your still wet fingers inside.
His eyes went wide and he tried cursing at you, but it all sounded muffled due to your fingers. When he shut up and began licking your fingers, sliding his tongue around and down them, lapping up your juices, you nearly came right then and there, letting out a moan at the sight and feeling.
You pulled away after a moment, and when you did you replaced your hand with your lips, kissing him and tasting yourself mixed with his spit.
“That was so hot, Law,” you mumbled against his lips.
“Really?” He set his book aside and put a hand against your head, deepening the kiss.
“Mhm.”
Your legs were trembling as you kneeled on top of him, the dirty sounds of your mouths going straight to your cunt and making you feel like you could cum without any physical touch to it.
You pulled away, grabbing his shoulders to stabilize yourself. “Law, I know you’ll probably punish me again, but I want to try swapping bodies again.”
“Shit, (Name). Don’t you know how…” he trailed off, looking away from you.
“Embarrassing that was? For you? I do, and I would kill to see that again. When I was fingering myself, that was all I could think about, your little whimpers and moans-“
“Alright, stop. I’ll do it,” he said to shut you up.
You let out a delighted hum, removing yourself from his lap and happily getting up to grab kikoku. When you returned to him, you basically shoved the katana into his hand and eagerly waited for him to switch you two.
“Room.”
Your smile grew bigger, unable to contain your excitement.
“Shambles.”
And in a blink, you were now where Law had been laying, holding the katana in your right hand.
Law was on his (or your? You still didn’t know exactly how to refer to this). knees, just as you had been seconds before.
You put kikoku away, and didn’t hesitate for a second to rip the sweatpants Law had on off.
“Remember what I said last time?” You asked him.
He clearly looked unnerved at seeing your voice come from his mouth, but he nodded slowly.
“Tell me,” you said.
Law let out a sigh, looking down. “You said… you wanted me to suck my own cock.”
You giggled, moving to hold his face between your hands, gently squishing your face’s cheeks together. “That’s right, my little whore.”
You placed a kiss on your own lips, and then laid back, taking his cock in your hand and stroking yourself.
“Now come do it,” you told him.
Law slowly moved to get between his own legs, and you could tell he felt absolutely humiliated right now.
“(Name)… I don’t know how to do this.”
“Never sucked dick before?” You teased. “Maybe my body will just naturally know how, I do it for you all the time, after all.”
But he didn’t look reassured.
“Just take a little at a time and breathe through your nose,” you said, patting him on the head.
Hesitantly, Law poked his tongue out and took a small lick at himself.
“Don’t know why I thought there’d be much of a taste…” he mumbled.
“Well you lick my skin, don’t you? It should be like that.”
“I suppose so.” With that he took just the smallest bit of the top into his mouth. He gently sucked, and you let out a loud moan.
“Jeez, (Name). I barely did anything.”
“I know… but I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
“Oh, so now you’re the one who can’t handle it?” He mocked you, grinning. “Then I’ll make you cry like a little bitch.”
Now, he took as much in as he possibly could (for someone who’d never done this before), and licked and sucked with no remorse.
You cried out, twisting his hands into your hair and trying to shove him on deeper without hurting him.
“Law, Law! Feels so good,” you whined.
Feeling confident at his regain of control, Law took his own cock all the way, deepthroating himself at this point. He bobbed his head up and down, trying to mimic your movements from the many times when he’d watched you do this.
“Law, I’m gonna-“
He pulled away without warning, and you groaned in frustration.
“What? Too scared to taste your own cum?!” You asked, slightly upset.
“That’s fucking disgusting,” he said. “It’s not happening.”
“Ugh, I hate you,” you fell back into the pillows, crossing your arms.
Law simply chuckled, and you could feel him moving. But you were still mad, so you didn’t look down at him.
Suddenly, you felt his cock wrapped in something warm… but this wasn’t like when you’d fucked yourself…
Curious, you sat up again and looked down to see what he was doing.
You were surprised to find your own breasts wrapped around his cock, Law trying to move your upper body up and down along his shaft.
“Fuck- Law.”
With each movement up, you felt him just barely take the tip into his mouth, licking at it.
It wasn’t long before you felt like cumming again. His hands resumed their positions within your own hair, and you cried as his body shook, cumming all over your chest, and a little bit onto your face.
Law pulled away, staring down at himself and seeing the cum covering him.
“Now you know how that feels,” you muttered, trying to catch your breath.
Law was curious, and through half-lidded eyes, you watched him take a finger up to your breasts and swipe some of his seed away. He lifted it just in front of your face, staring at it. He wanted a taste, that dirty bastard.
“No, let me do it!” You protested, smacking his hand away and wiping his cum onto your fingers. You desperately wanted to feel him suck on your fingers again.
Instead of forcing yourself in this time, you held a tattooed hand up in front of him, waiting for him to take the fingers into his mouth when he was ready.
It took him a moment, but Law eventually tasted himself, taking a small lick off your finger at first.
“Hmm.”
“Doesn’t it taste good? It’s ‘cause you’re a nice clean man, you know.” You giggled.
Law shot you a confused look, and you giggled some more.
“Want more?”
He hesitated, but ended up taking his fingers into your mouth once again, and you moaned as the feeling you loved so much returned to you. Even though this time it looked like yourself doing it, it was just so hot to watch Law suck on your fingers.
By the time he was done, his cock was hardened again and you were ready to go for another round.
“Should I eat myself out, finger you, or just fuck you right now?” You asked, a menacing grin on your face.
“You deserve to be forced down between your own legs and eat yourself out like a dirty slut,” he responded. “But-“
“You wouldn’t be able to handle that, would you, Law?”
“Shut up.” He muttered.
“Well, okay. How about I just get you all wet, and fuck you? Does that sound ok?”
“Fine.”
So, you slid your panties off your body, leaving him fully nude within your body. Normally, you’d never be turned on to the sight of seeing yourself like this, but knowing that it was really Law in there, you felt very good about it.
You took Law’s left hand and rubbed your clit for a couple minutes, knowing it was the fastest way to get yourself wet. But Law was not used to such a feeling, and he began whining and moaning as soon as you touched it.
“(Name)-ya, please…”
You wanted to moan yourself, loving the way he moaned your name. It was so pathetic and cute.
“(Name)!”
“Okay,” you said, pulling his hand away. “It’s too much for you, I understand. But now…”
You pushed him down onto his back, and pulled your own legs over his shoulders. You felt even more turned on, knowing he was going to feel the sting in your legs as you bent and pushed them while you fucked him.
You took his cock into your hand, and lined it up with your soaked cunt.
“If it’s too much, squeeze my thigh, okay?”
“Whatever,” he grumbled. He clearly hated the position he was in.
And then, you slid into yourself, welcoming the feeling of your walls squeezing down and throbbing on his cock. It was a feeling you’d never get tired of.
You let Law get adjusted for a moment, and then began slamming in and out, the position he was in allowing you to go even deeper than you had last time.
“Mmm, so tight, Law. You’re such a good little slut,” you whimpered.
He moaned and cried, grabbing onto his own arms, unable to get a grip on himself. It was so pleasing to watch, the way his eyes were screwed shut, his mouth wide open as he moaned your name over and over again.
“Fuck, Law, I’m gonna cum again!” You cried.
“(Name)-ya, please… shit.”
You thrusted as deep as you possibly could, feeling your cunt clamp down on his cock and squeezing you so perfectly.
“Fuck, Law!”
Your hips trembled as you came, deep inside of yourself. You kept thrusting, fucking his cum all the way into yourself.
“(Name)-ya, I-“
You felt as your walls squeezed even harder, and Law came around his own cock. As you slowed your thrusts, you could see the mixed cum around his cock, and you couldn’t help but cum just a little bit more, within your own cunt again.
You pulled out, falling back onto the pillows.
“Switch us, now,” Law demanded.
As soon as you regained your breath, you grabbed the katana and did exactly as you had last time.
And then you were now laying on your back, feeling filled up and sensitive. You’d fucked yourself pretty good.
While you were laying back, you had your eyes closed. You had to regain your breath again, being in a different, more fucked-out body.
You hadn’t noticed when Law’s head was pushed down between your legs, his tongue sliding within your folds.
You screamed at the contact, jumping a little and squashing his head with your thighs.
After a moment, Law began smacking your thigh, demanding for you to let go of his head.
When you did, you saw that he was licking up the mixed cum, and then he was crawling on top of you, pushing your mouth open and shoving his tongue into your mouth.
He was feeding you his own cum.
You swallowed it all, sucking it off his tongue and licking within his mouth along his teeth and lips, making sure there wasn’t a drop left.
“Law, that’s so fucking disgusting. Do it again,” you told him.
“No, I figured I’d leave some in there. Maybe this time you’ll get yourself pregnant, hm?”
Your cunt throbbed again. “Fuck, Law! Don’t say shit like that, you asshole!”
He chuckled and put his pants back on, going back to laying in bed with his book.
“You’re not gonna help me?” You whined.
“Fine, if you insist, (name)-ya.”
He took a cloth and wiped up whatever cum had spilled out of your cunt, along with the older cum on your chest and slid your panties back onto you, before handing your tank top back over.
“Better?” Law asked.
“Mhm. Now cuddle me,” you requested.
Law lifted his arm up, and you laid down, head on his chest. His arm fell down around you, and it wasn’t long before you fell asleep to the sound of his heart beating.
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❗️contains baby trapping.
This is a bit dark so please don’t read this if you ain’t into dark themes. Don’t let the beginning fool you okay?
“Ya feel s’good Y’know that baby? Ya feel s’fuckin’ wonderful~” Luffy nuzzles into you neck and peppers smooches against your skin, his hand hold your hands up and above your head while he fucks you raw and hard into the mattress. You let out little mewls as his hips slapped hard against yours, his cock only going deeper the harder he went.
Your voices began to grow sore and you couldn’t stop moaning out for him. Your feet were close to cramping as your toes stayed curled due to the pleasure and it was getting challenging to stay still for him. You peek your head up and watched as his cock slide in and out of your cunt while your cunt fluttered so prettily around his shaft.
You moan and whined out from the continuous smooches his cock gave to your cervix, you were growing close to cumming and he could tell just by how your face began to twist. “Mmgh~ L-Luffy-“ You mewl out his name while you shake your head, unable to sit still from the pleasure. A sly smile spread across Luffy face as he watched you melt on his length. “Ah! L-Luffy~ M-M’gonna! I’m gonna cum!~” You gasp out, your legs shuddering against his hips.
“Go on an’ cum~ Squirt on my dick baby~” He whispers to you, his warm breath making you shiver with arousal. You moan out shakily before you shudder against him, your back arching as you felt yourself ready to explode. “MMGH! LUFFYYY!~” You moan out his name angelically as you finally release, squirting all over his lower abdomen and on the sheets below you both.
Luffy moans out in awe and presses a smooch to your soft lips. He continued to thrust into you and smiles a bit dark as he grew close as well. You perk up as you felt his cock twitch within your gummy walls, and a worried whimper begins to leave you. “Mmh~ M’gonna cum~ M’so fuckin’ close~” Luffy groans, his thrusts now picking up the pace as he felt your walls tighten around him.
“L-Luffy- Luffy pull out when you’re about to cum, o-okay?” You tell him, his thrusting now growing a bit more violent if not slightly overwhelming. Luffy doesn’t answer, in fact he grows silent as he grew closer and closer to climax. You feel him keep your arms in her air as he huffs a bit, ready to bust his load into you. “M’gonna cumm~ Gonna cum inside of ya pussy baby~” He snickers darkly.
Your face falls pale and you begin to struggle and try to push him off. “Luffy! Luffy no please-“ You beg, your feet pressing against his chest to try and push him away. “Ya gonna be a momma baby~ M’gonna make ya a momma!~” Luffy moans out and his brows furrows from the pleasure, ready to cum deep inside of your cute and breedable cunt.
“No please Luffy please! I don’t wanna be a momma yet!” You whimper out and tears begin to prick at your eyes as you tried to break from his grasp. “Cmon~ Lemme make ya a cute lil’ mama~ Ya gonna look so cute w’my babies inside ya~” Luffy gives you another dark smile before cupping your face. “Mmgh~ N-No Luffy!-“ He cuts your pleading off by pressing his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss as he pressed his hips hard against yours.
He lets out a groan and his eyes begins to roll back as he cums deep inside of your cunt, a whine leaving your lips as you felt his warm and sticky cum fill your pussy. You claw at his back in defeat and whined as he continued to fill you up, loading you with most of his seed.
He laughs through the kiss as you took all of his cum like his good girl, taking your fill.
You blame yourself for not taking your birth control or using protection. You thought you could trust Luffy with your words.
He pulls back from the kiss, a string of drool falling from his lips while his eyes were half-lidded with love. “Wanna see ya full of m’babies~ Ya gonna be a cute lil’ momma- Ain’t ya mami?~” He asks, his hands still cupping your face. You whine out to him and a few tears begin to fall done your face you felt upset and defeated, you didn’t want children.
“And don’cha try anythin’, if ya kill ‘em I’ll just put more into ya without ya knowin’~ I’ll surprise ya~” He giggles. You whine and he presses smooshes against your tears, kissing them away. “Shhh~ Ain’t no need t’cry~ S’all over now baby~” He whispers to you once again.
He’s just making sure you won’t leave. And it’s guaranteed to work.
Synopsis: Luffy can't help himself and the night turns into something hotter than the open fire crackling just feet away. Pairing: Luffy x afab! reader CW: NSFW MINORS DNI. handjobs, p in v sex, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie, Luffy goes kinda wild ngl • ficmas masterlist • ko-fi • discord server •
The glow of the crackling fire bathed the room in a much-needed warmth, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows across the walls. You were nestled in Luffy’s lap with a large blanket thrown around you both, his arms wound loosely around your waist as you leaned into him, taking in as much warmth as you could on this frigid day.
Luffy’s chin perched lazily on your shoulder, his breath soft against your ear, the heat of it tickling your skin. His fingers traced aimless patterns along your sides, the absentminded caress making your skin tingle. You savored the moments of silence like these and sunk deeper into the comfort of his embrace.
But the calm didn’t last long. You felt it first: a subtle shift of his hips beneath you. You ignored it in the beginning, attributing the action to Luffy just being his usual, restless self. But then the second time it happened, the pressure was more deliberate as his pelvis, and what you quickly made out to be his erection, ground up into you not so subtly.
Your lips curved into a smirk as you tilted your head, side-eyeing him with a raised brow. “Luffy,” you said, your tone accusatory. “Are you grinding on me?”
The straightforward question had the man freeze below you as a sheepish grin pulled at his lips. “Uh… maybe?” he offered, his hips giving another unintentional nudge against you. “Sorry,” he added, though he didn’t sound apologetic at all. His hands slid to grip your waist as he adjusted himself, but the movement only planted his erection more firmly against you. “Can’t help it.”
A soft laugh bubbled from you, and you decided to take matters into your own hands– literally. You shifted, turning and shifting so you were now straddling him. That wide grin and unrepentant gaze that faced right back at you confirmed that he wasn’t even remotely apologetic. His gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips, and a flush spread across his cheeks that had nothing to do with the fire.
“Can’t help it, huh?” you murmured, your voice teasing as your hand slid down his stomach. The heat from the fire was nothing compared to the heat of his skin searing your fingertips. His grin faltered for a moment, his lips parting as your hand slid lower, fingers grazing the warm, taut skin just beneath his waistband.
The moment your hand wrapped around him, a strangled sound tore from his throat, raw and restrained. His cock pulsed in your palm, hot and thick. “S-shit…” he choked out, his wide eyes locking onto yours, pupils blown with desire. His hips jerked upward, a needy response that made you giggle softly at his lack of control.
“Shh,” you teased, glancing over your shoulder, your voice a whisper of conspiratorial delight, “You’re so loud, Luffy.”
“I–” Whatever defense he had died on his lips, replaced by a guttural groan as your hand began to move. Your thumb brushed over his tip, smearing the sticky precum there, and his fingers dug into your hips as if to ground himself. “You started it,” he accused breathlessly.
You leaned closer, your lips ghosting over his in a featherlight touch that made his breath stutter. “I don’t think that’s how it happened,” you replied, voice dripping with a faux innocence as your strokes grew firmer, your hand coaxing more of those desperate sounds from him.
Luffy’s head tipped back and his beloved hat slipped from his head, landing somewhere behind him. He was a mess of flushed skin and labored breaths, his chest rising and falling as little whimpers and groans spilled from him without restraint. His hands wandered, restless and eager, roaming over your body, squeezing your thighs, gliding up your sides, cupping your breasts. He kneaded at the soft flesh through your top, murmuring “feels so good” in a lust-heavy voice as he pressed his forehead to yours.
You couldn’t resist, leaning forward to kiss him, your lips moving against his with the same slow, teasing rhythm as your hand. His moans melted into your mouth, his hips jerking beneath you as he sought more, always more.
“Don’t stop” he panted, the plea escaping against your lips, his voice trembling with desperation. His head tipped back once more and you took the moment to kiss along the column of his throat, your teeth grazing his skin just enough to pull a shudder from him, his breath stuttering as he clung to you tighter.
The firelight cast a glow over his sweat-slicken skin, his body taut with the anticipation of release. “I’m so close,” he gasped, voice strained as his hands clutched at your hips. You didn’t let up, your strokes growing faster as you felt him twitch in your hand. His moans turned into broken cries, his body tensing as he finally spilled over, hips bucking wildly against your hand as the warm spurts of his release shot up between the two of you coating your hand. A stray rope landed on your face, leaving a streak across your lips and landing just beside your eye.
As Luffy’s breathing slowed, the haze of pleasure faded just enough for him to realize the mess he’d made. His dark eyes, still heavy-lidded with lust, locked onto the streak glistening near your eye and the smear across your lips. He muttered a ‘sorry’ and reached out with trembling fingers, swiping at the streak near your eye.
He leaned in, pressing a slow but intoxicating kiss to your lips. The taste of salt and musk mingled with the fire’s smoky warmth and sent a shiver up your spine. His tongue traced your lower lip, sweeping up the remnants, and the intimacy of the act left your breath hitching and your heart pounding.
He pulled back only slightly, resting his forehead against yours as his hands found your waist. “I want more,” he murmured, his voice deeper now. His erection was still impossibly hard and pressing against your thigh, and the knowing gleam in his eyes made it clear-- Luffy wasn’t anywhere near finished.
He captured your lips again, the kiss deeper now, turning hungrier, more desperate. His hands roamed your body, groping and tugging as if he couldn’t get enough of you. The blanket slipped from your shoulders as he wrestled with your clothes, his fingers clumsy but determined as he pulled at the fabric. His shorts were kicked off in one swift motion, and he practically tore your top in his haste, leaving you bare before him.
“So pretty,” he muttered, his gaze devouring every inch of exposed skin. His hands slid down your thighs, pulling you closer. With you still on top, he slid one hand between your legs, his fingers slipping into your slick heat.
The first touch pulled a gasp from you, your hands clutching his shoulders for balance. His movements were eager but imprecise, his fingers searching for the right rhythm, the right spots to press, as he watched your face for guidance. “Like this?” he asked, voice tinged with anticipation as he curled his fingers experimentally.
You let out a soft moan, your hips rolling against his hand. “F-fuck, right there,” you breathed out, guiding his hand with yours. He caught on quickly, his fingers stroking and pressing in ways that had you gasping and trembling.
But Luffy was impatient, his need overriding his desire to take his time. His fingers slipped out, earning a whine from you, and before you could protest, he was already grabbing your hips, positioning you over him. The head of his cock pressed against your entrance, and his hands trembled slightly as he guided you down onto him.
The stretch was immediate and intense, a gasp tearing from your lips as he filled you inch by inch. His head fell back, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he gripped your hips tightly. “Feels… so good,” he panted, his voice breaking as he thrust up into you, seating himself fully inside. He didn’t wait long to move, his hips snapping upward in a frantic rhythm that had you bouncing atop him.
Luffy’s hands gripped your hips with a desperate intensity as he slammed upward into you with unrestrained force. Each thrust was harder and faster than the last, the raw need in him pushing past every barrier of control. The sharp sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the room, mingling with your ragged gasps and the desperate little whimpers that spilled from your lips.
You clung to him, your nails digging crescents into his shoulders as the heat in your core spiraled out of control. Your body trembling beneath him with every brutal thrust. “Luffy,,,ahh, f-fuck…” You couldn’t even form full sentences, your thoughts lost in the fog of desire and the overwhelming force of his movements.
“Feels so good,” Luffy groaned, his voice thick with need, hoarse with the exertion of every thrust into you. His hands moved to your waist, forcing you to stay in place as he worked his hips with a mindless urgency. His eyes were wild, pupils blown wide, and his body just as hot as the fire cracking just mere feet away as he pounded into you with an almost feverish pace.
His movements grew more erratic, more frantic, as though he could no longer hold himself back. You felt his hips lift slightly, a small adjustment, before he lurched forward, forcing you onto your back. Your breath caught in your throat as the angle changed, the shift in position deepening the connection, hitting new spots that had you crying out in pleasure, your body unable to keep up with the onslaught of sensations.
“Luffy–!” the words broke off into a strangled gasp as he began to pound into you from this new angle, pushing you further into the ground. His thrusts seemed to reach deeper and deeper into you, cramping at the very edges of your sanity.
You were a mess beneath him, a babbling, incoherent mess as he ravished you. Your hands found his biceps, but they had no strength to push him away– only to pull him closer, desperate for more. You couldn’t think, couldn’t form a single coherent thought. All you could do was feel– feel the fire blooming in your veins, the pressure mounting between your legs, the unstoppable force of him pushing you past your limits.
His eyes locked onto yours, filled with a primal hunger, and for a moment, you thought he might lose himself entirely. His hips surged into you again and again, his body vibrating with the force of his thrusts, his breath shallow and strained as he neared the edge.
“I want you… I need you so much…” His words were broken, desperate, as if he was trying to ground himself amongst the overwhelming pleasure of the moment.
You felt him falter, his thrusts somehow increasing in intensity. Your body trembled beneath him, the pressure inside of you reaching its peak. His hips stuttered before he buried himself to the hilt, groaning your name, body shaking as he finally was thrown over the edge, flooding you with the heat of his release. His body jerked with every pulse, his grip tightening around you as he lost himself completely in the feeling.
You followed right behind him, the pleasure consuming your being as your body arched up, your breath coming through in sharp gasps. You cried out his name, the sound lost in the sensations that were overtaking you, your body trembling with each pulse of release that rolled through you, unraveling you completely. Your thoughts scattered, drowned out by the intensity of it all as you were left a breathless, shaking, trembling mess beneath him.
Luffy’s body remained pressed against yours for a moment, his breath ragged, but the moment the sharp pulse of pleasure finally started to ebb, he didn’t give you a chance to catch your breath. Before you could even draw in a full breath, he pulled out of you with a strained whimper, his hands gripping your hips to keep you anchored beneath him.
Without warning, he lifted up you up, positioning you with an ease as though you weighed nothing to him. The shift was sudden and harsh, but there was a heat in his eyes that told you he wasn’t even close to being finished with you.
He moved quickly, not allowing you a single moment to recover. His mouth descended on you with a brutal hunger, his lips parting to press against your sensitive skin. His tongue flicked over you, each swipe, each suck of your sensitive nub, a hot, wet tease that had you jolting, gasping for air as your body trembled beneath him. His grunts of satisfaction and pleasure vibrated against your core as he desperately lapped at you, licking up every remnant of what he left inside of you to make room for more. You were still reeling from your previous release, your body shaking from the aftershocks, but Luffy pushed you back to the edge with every ravenous stroke, his mouth devouring you like a man starved.
The whine that escaped you was involuntary, torn from your throat as your body quivered under the weight of his touch. It was too much, too good, too overwhelming, and yet you didn’t want it to end. Every flick of his tongue made you tremble, your hands digging into his hair to hold onto something, anything, as he continued to push you beyond the point of no return.
His lips pulled away for just a second, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he looked up at you, eyes dark with desire, lips glistening with your combined releases. “You taste so good,” he muttered, a devilish grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. “So fucking good.”
And his mouth was back on you as if he couldn’t get enough of you. “Luffy, p-please… I can’t take anymore–!” you gasped, barely able to speak.
His eyes burned with satisfaction at the mess you’ve become, and if it wasn’t clear before, it is certainly clear now: Luffy wouldn’t stop until you are completely and utterly ruined.
Oh, Captain (Luffy x reader)
Rating: R-18+
Word Count: 5222
Warnings: Afab!reader, gendered language, noncon, physical coercion, outdoor sex, inappropriate use of 5th Gear
A/N: My second ever commission and the lovely donor was kind enough to give me permission to post it for everyone else to read. Thank you for a great experience, @avidbroswer!! 🩷🩷🩷
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Let’s help Luffy, they’d said.
We’re a crew, they’d said. Family.
You don’t feel very much like family when you’re running for your life from the very captain you’d sworn loyalty to. Or at least, you’re pretty sure that the strange figure with white nimbus cloud hair is your captain. You’d watched it happen from a (questionably) safe distance, when he suddenly transformed in a surge of sparking static electricity that made your skin crawl like it was trying to escape from your bones but it’s still hard to believe that it was really him. Even having seen the reality of it with your own two eyes doesn’t make it any easier to accept.
Luffy was supposed to be a dark haired, dark eyed youth in the prime of his life. Not this uncanny version of him that giddily laughs with boisterous amusement while he ping pongs about so violently within the craggy mess of scorched earth in the wake of his battle with Kaido that you can feel the massive chunks of rock slamming into the ground as much as you can hear it. One after another, from the left and then the right, they just keep falling in an almost continuous rain of rubble and ruin. The resulting shockwaves very nearly take you off your feet more than once but you force yourself to keep running even when your sore legs scream in protest, aching from the exertion. It was the only choice you really had at this point.
And it’s not lost on you that this is technically your own fault for getting so close to the fight but you’d wanted to help. All that talk of family and crew, and unwavering allegiance to the Straw Hats had clearly infected your brain because you’d rushed straight into the danger zone despite knowing good and well that you were the only one close enough to make it in time. Now you were the one who needed help and it wasn’t going to arrive soon enough to do you any good.
What an idyllic fool you’d been.
“Ah!” You suddenly get tripped up in all the rocky debris laying across the ground and fall to your knees with a seething hiss. Your palms come back scraped where they’d shot out to catch you but you’ve managed to avoid taking the brunt of it to the face. Thank the stars for life’s smallest miracles.
Panting heavily, you just sit there amongst the broken wreckage and detritus for a harrowingly long beat, trying to catch your breath. You can still hear the chaotic destruction of Luffy — or the man who had once been Luffy — bouncing around like a rubber ball behind you, completely unimpeded by the laws of gravity or common sense. It sounded like he was having a blast.
Maybe that was good. Maybe he hadn’t even noticed you yet, so lost within the mess of demolished land and too tiny a speck to even draw his attention. You had a chance to escape then, if that was the case.
Any such hopes quickly fizzle out when his uproarious hooting and hollering abruptly rushes towards you, getting louder and louder until your eardrums start to vibrate. You suck in a sharp, nauseated gasp and slap your hands over your ears as you twist around to look behind you. Just in time to watch Luffy sail overhead like a shooting white comet. The kickback from his high velocity speed hits you seconds later, tearing a shriek from your mouth when the wind hits you full force and as solid as any wall.
Too busy ducking down with your head between your knees to protect yourself from the sting of flying rocks, you don’t get to see how he manages to pivot his momentum mid air and land a couple hundred yards away. You hear it though. You feel the shock of impact too, when it races through the ground to make the rubble underneath you tremble. It goes quiet then, and unnaturally still. Suddenly all you can hear are your own labored gasps.
You hesitate to do it but, realizing you have no other option, you slowly lift your face to peer out over all the fallen debris. Standing at a distance, Luffy just looks at you with a fiercely manic edge in his now golden-yellow eyes that makes your veins ice up. You’re more certain than ever that this cannot be your captain. He should have been giving you the usual bright faced, happy go lucky grin he always did when he inexplicably came out on top against all the odds that were stacked against him. Not this — viscous leer of victory.
But if this wasn’t Luffy then who in the seven seas was it?
“Have you come to celebrate with me?”
His voice isn’t quite the same either. More raspy, like the weight of immense power flowing through him was putting strain even on his vocal cords. You don’t think you like that any more than you like the way he’s eyeing you up as if you were a stuffed pig on a roasting spit. Even for his bottomless pit of an appetite, you’d never seen him look at another person quite like that.
Cautiously slow, you straighten up out of your defensive huddle. Work to get your feet under you without taking your attention off him for even a moment and then stand so you can prepare to … what, run again? A lot of good that had clearly done you.
“I don’t think it’s time to celebrate just yet.” You tell him softly. “We need to find the other Straw Hats. Make sure they’re all okay. You still remember them … don’t you, Luffy?”
Your emotional plea only succeeds in giving him a momentary pause. “But I have so much energy left. I just want to dance and shout, and jump into the air! You’ll join me, won’t you?”
He takes a step towards you, a rather aggressive one at that, and you quickly back up. Something told you if you didn’t agree to go along with this he was going to try and force you into joining in on whatever constituted his idea of merrymaking. Unfortunately you weren’t sure if you’d survive that, given the state of all the crumbled boulders littering the ground on this now desolate stretch of land.
“No, Luffy. Not right now. We have to - -“
With an abrupt jerk, he lurches forward as if to launch himself at you. His rubbery legs momentarily struggle for traction on the ground, as if they couldn’t quite decide what consistency they wanted to be, but you don’t plan on sticking around long enough to find out. Feeling like you’ve forgotten how to breathe, you spin around and make a mad dash for it, barreling straight into a dead sprint.
It’s a resounding effort in futility.
You don’t even make it three whole steps before he slams into your back hard enough to take you right off your feet.
There’s a split second moment of shock at how fast he’d managed to close the distance, and then the ground is rushing up at your face again.
That dizzying blur of vertigo inducing free fall coupled with the way your vision tilts on its axis very nearly has you spewing your guts right then and there. But if Luffy picks up on the dire, sickened tinge coloring your wounded grunt he certainly doesn’t act it. He just flings his arms around your middle, alarming in their fleshy elasticity and yet still familiar to you, then hauls you up against his front before you can slam into the rocks.
Everything happens much too fast for you to keep up with any of it. Your brain is reeling, still trying to recover from the impact of his body colliding with yours and the subsequent head rush that followed. So stunned you can’t even find the wherewithal to protest his treatment of you let alone try to fight your way free. Unable to do anything else, you simply allow your limbs to bonelessly flail when he takes a handful of eager steps forward with you in his arms.
In the next moment Luffy spins you out away from him, snagging your wrist to stop your momentum and make you jerk to another abrupt standstill. The yank on your shoulder causes it to pop, splintering pain racing up your arm as you cry out. He doesn’t care though. He either doesn’t care or he doesn’t notice, because he just pulls you right back into him again, hard enough to make you collapse with a teeth rattling jolt against his chest.
“Come on!” He laughs, loud and frenzied, his hold on you much too tight where it’s shackled around your wrist. “Dance with me! Aren’t you having fun?”
Teeth gnashing to fight back the nausea, you bring your uncaptured hand up and brace it against his shuddering frame. You’re more than just a little surprised to find his heartbeat hammering out a sharp, almost violent staccato against his ribcage, so powerful you can feel it thrumming through his skin. It reminds you of an endless procession of war drums. Too many to count and impossibly loud, their ferocity equally intimidating and awe inspiring.
What in the world had happened to him?
You don’t have the privilege of lingering on that question for very long. Couldn’t afford to, as you try to get your tired legs situated under you again so you can stand on your own. “You’re hurting me, Luffy. We don’t have time for this right now. Just let me go. Please.”
But he doesn’t even seem to register what you’re saying as a plea at all.
A snickering, raspy laugh rattles up out of him, and you vehemently push at his narrow chest with your uncaptured hand. Shove him as hard as you can. He still doesn't budge though, simply reaching up to snag that wrist too so he can forcefully spin you around in his arms. You feel sick with the rush of motion coupled with the fatigue and throbbing pain in your body but there’s nothing you can do to stop it. He’s too strong, too wild, too lost in whatever manic high he’s slipped into after his fight with Kaido.
Tightening his grip to lock you against his front, Luffy moulds himself to the line of your back with such an unnatural, rubbery motion that you find yourself fighting not to wretch even as his mouth finds your neck. He nuzzles at you for a brief moment, just brushing his lips over your jackhammering pulse before angling his nose towards the spot just behind your ear. The breath he draws is slow and savory, and he seems to hold it in his lungs for an unnecessarily long time.
When he at last sighs out, displacing some of the loose flyaways in your hair, an unmistakable rumble low in his chest accompanies it. “Mmm, you smell good. Like victory.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean? “Luffy, just listen to me … don’t do this. I - I don’t really understand what's happened to you but we can figure it out together. We’ll fix it. I promise. But you need to let me go or - -“
“Let you go? But we’re having so much fun. I want to have even more fun with you but you’re not a fighter, not like he was. And you don’t want to dance with me either.”
He sounds dangerously close to pouting when he says that last bit and you give a halfhearted twist in his hold, testing for any slack. It’s no good though. For as little effort as he seemed to be putting into it, his arms were like iron shackles where they’re criss crossed over your body. Dammit.
“Why?” You seethe in frustration and fast mounting panic. “Why won’t you just go back to normal, Luffy? This isn’t like you!”
His frame shakes behind you with the giggles that rise within him, making his whole body vibrate like a mercilessly shaken soda bottle. It quickly grows, rapidly multiplying and expanding until he at last throws his head back with a cackling peel of laughter aimed up at the sky. It’s much too close to your ear and deafeningly loud, reigniting your desperation to get away from him, but your wild thrashing just causes him to laugh even harder. Like he found it hilarious that you were scared and trapped against him.
“I can’t!” He howls, belly laughing so ferociously it makes you jerk in his hold. “I can’t go back until I’ve used up all of this energy! It feels like I’m going crazy but it feels good too! Amazing even! I’ve never experienced anything like it before! I want to keep going but you can’t fight and you won’t dance with me … but there’s something else we can do together, isn’t there?”
“What are you ta - -“
He releases you so suddenly you don’t even realize you’re crumpling to the ground until your butt has already hit the rocks, surprising a yelp out of you. Fresh pain immediately races up from your backside in a blinding starburst and you outright hiss as you gingerly start to angle yourself onto your hip in hopes of taking some of the pressure off of where it hurts the most. You don’t quite make it that far though.
Luffy’s hands are suddenly on your shoulders, shoving you forward to sprawl out rather inelegantly on your front. He follows you down, pinning you to the destroyed ground with his body weight, and you immediately start to panic in earnest. Your captain didn’t look like much more than a lanky beanpole at first glance but he was so densely packed with muscle that he felt like a sack of bricks on top of you. It makes it hard to breathe and the quickened, gasping lungfuls of air you suck in don’t exactly help. Your chest constricts painfully tight as you struggle against him, forgetting all logic and reason in your blind desperation to get away from him.
He doesn’t even seem to notice though, still just as unbudging sprawled out over top of you as he’d been when the two of you were standing. No amount of kicking your legs or bucking up underneath him even gives him pause, and his greedy hands fumble down to your waist where they squeeze tight enough to rip a hurt shriek from your throat. This doesn’t cut through the manic haze spurring him on either. He doesn’t even waver.
“What are you — stop that! Have you lost your mind!”
“I’m sorry.” He snickers, not sounding very sorry at all as he shoves his face into the crook of your neck again. Another deep, savory inhale. Another rumbling exhale right against your pulse. The faintest growl that trails afterward is new though and you go painfully still under him, hardly even daring the blink despite all the grimy dust kicked up in your desperate fight for freedom.
You’d never, ever heard such a sound come out of him before. It scares you perhaps most of all, and you’d seen many a frightening and unsettling thing since stepping foot into Onigashima. Somehow this just really took the cake though.
“I’m sorry,” He says it again. Contradicting this, his callous worn fingers dip into the hem of your pants and start to tug at them, jostling you with each insistent pull. “I’m sorry, heheee. I just can’t help myself. If I can’t have you I don’t know what I’ll do. You’ll help me calm down, won’t you?”
Your mind struggles to process that. He was asking you to help him? Not with words or medicine, or even the endless supply of food he would have otherwise asked for had he been in his right mind. He wanted your body.
So that’s what it was then. What it all boiled down to.
If he couldn’t fight you and you refused to dance with him then that left only one other option. He was going to fuck it out of his system. Anything to get rid of all the excess energy running through his body, making him vibrate like a lit fuse on top of you. It made a certain amount of sense, you supposed, but that didn’t mean you had to like it.
Curling your hands into tight fists against the rocks, numb to the abrasive sting, you draw a rattling breath to center yourself. It doesn’t do much in the way of good. “Please don’t do this.”
It’s like he doesn’t even hear you, a grunt of victory puffing out of him when he finally manages to get your pants tugged down over the curve of your ass.
“Please.” You gasp, the sound wet and faltering.
Completely ignoring you now, Luffy reaches further down to fumble with something lower while his opposite hand possessively curls around your hip to keep you in place. You hiccup rather sadly at the distant sound of rustling clothes, almost completely lost under the violent pounding of blood in your ears, but there’s no missing the fleshy nudge against the back of your thigh that soon follows. It leaves a sticky smear where it touches you, inspiring an eruption of horrified goosebumps in its wake.
You don’t have to look to know what’s touching you. The innate knowledge of what’s happening and who is responsible for this paralyzing fear that grips your aching heart in a chokehold is horrible and suffocating all at once. Stinging tears spring up and well in the backs of your eyes but you clench your teeth to try and stifle the terrified wail threatening to claw its way up your throat, knowing it would only sound hysterical.
On one hand you almost couldn’t believe this was really happening, even though the reality of the situation was staring you right in the face. It just seemed almost too implausibly awful to be real.
But on the other, Luffy wasn’t exactly known for his self control or restraint. You knew this. Had even found it charming at one point or another, so you brace yourself for the worst. It just might be the only thing that ends up saving you.
“Captain - -“
“I’m sorry.”
He’s suddenly between your legs, pressing up into you from behind. You go ramrod stiff against him, your whole body clenching in genuine distress, but it does very little to stop him. Like he’s done it a million times before, or perhaps thanks to the instinctive muscle memory bestowed upon every man with a working cock, he pushes right in on your entrance until cunt slips start to part under the pressure. A thin, tremulous groan escapes him at the first kiss of your hot guts against the tip and then he just keeps pushing. Even when your muscles tense up and try to keep him out. Even when he meets a great deal of resistance as your body tries its best to reject him. If anything he almost seems to take it as a challenge the same way he would another combatant or a roadblock standing between him and his goals.
In this case his goal is clearly to sink himself in you right down to the hilt, and he just puts more effort into his cause the more you try to fight it. Leans his weight into you until it feels like your poor cunt is taking the full brunt of his mass. The resulting stretch of your inner sleeve is painful and drawn out, taking much longer than it otherwise would have had you been even slightly prepped for this.
Your mouth hinges open but nothing comes out for a prolonged moment as the tears break loose to streak down your face. It feels like he’s tearing you in half! Either he was much bigger than you’d assumed he’d be or by virtue of how tightly your interior walls were squeezing him — or even some terrible combination of the two — it was like you were being split down the middle. You couldn’t even breathe through the choking discomfort of it and a threadbare, sobbing little mewl dislodges from your throat when he at last manages to shove himself past that first barrier.
Full penetration is much easier for him to achieve after that but it’s no less painful, and you cry out when he snaps his hips forward once, twice, and finally lodges his length the rest of the way in on the third. A pleased huff slips out of him as he settles on top of you, a fresh wave of giggles quickly following suit. It was like he’d gone mad. So wrapped up in the raving power that had turned his hair white that he can only laugh about it even while he’s buried balls deep in your body.
That short lived pause is all the respite you get though and Luffy is soon moving, rutting into you with quick, sharp little jabs up into your guts. You shriek at the top of your lungs, clawing at the ground while you kick out behind you, but he ignores this the same as everything else. Lying prone and trapped under him, all you can do is take it.
“Waah — why are you doing this, Luffy? It hurts! If … if the others find out about this - -“
“I know, hahaaa. I know. I’m sorry, but I can’t stop. You feel … this feels amazing! Almost as good as fighting Kaido did!”
You seethe at that, trying your damndest not to get caught up on it right now but that proves to be more than a little difficult. He really didn’t see any difference between fucking and fighting? Somehow that seemed so typically him, and you think you would have probably joined him in laughing about it under better circumstances.
But better circumstances wouldn’t have found you being roughly jostled back and forth on the ground by his eager, jack rabbit thrusts. The motion of his hips lacks any and all refinement with no technique to speak of, and yet that doesn’t stop you from seeing stars every time his cock blindly rams into your upper wall. It punches the air from your lungs and materializes out of your mouth in the form of heaving, strained bleats of distress that quickly climb to a higher and higher pitch with each second that goes by. Not for the first time today, you feel like you really might throw up.
“Ooh, that’s …” He suddenly gasps, lets out a half strangled groan, and drives himself into you even harder. Faster. The force of his pelvis slapping against your upturned ass rapidly grows to a steady, almost constant blur of stinging swats — plap, plap, plap, plap — and you shriek at the rapidly swelling pressure on your gut. “Ooh, that’s good. That’s good! It feels so good! I - I can’t - -“
Without warning, your pussy abruptly floods with wet, sticky warmth. He hadn’t even given you a chance to beg for him to pull out.
Your eyes widen to the approximate size of dinner plates but he just keeps pistoning his hips even as the rest of his shuddering frame gives a series of little jerks to thoroughly empty his balls into you. He shows no signs of slowing down or tiring any time soon though, his limitless energy evidently far outpacing his obvious lack of experience.
It’s a hard thing to wrap your reeling head around just how quickly everything has happened and yet there’s no mistaking it for what it is. The sensation is completely foreign to you but you innately understood it for what it represented, what it could potentially mean for your future. You’re not half as relieved to have it done and over with as you are terrified of what it meant.
Even more confounding, however, is that it doesn’t so much as make Luffy slow down let alone stop now that he’s painted your inner sleeve a thick, creamy white. Not the orgasm itself which, considering how much he fills you up, should have thoroughly drained him for the time being, nor the possible repercussions of allowing himself to shoot off inside of you like that. He just keeps going without a care in the world, like it wasn’t his problem and he still had more than enough stamina to keep up the harried pace he’d settled into for the foreseeable future. The only sign of it burning up any of his energy at all is the slightly labored quality his breathing takes on, but that’s it.
Realizing that this ordeal is still far from over, you give your body a twist and try to angle your cunt away from the constant attack of his cock. “H - hold on a minute, what … aagghhh, what are you doing, Luffy? You - - you can’t just cum inside like that, you idiot!”
“Can’t stop! Heheehe, I can’t, I can’t, not when you keep squeezing me like that!”
All but wheezing at the intense pleasure of thrusting into the sticky mess he’s made of you, Luffy presses himself flush against your sweaty back and circles his arms around your middle. You brace to shove him off, or at least try to, but you don’t quite make it that far.
Catching you completely off guard, he yanks you up against him and practically throws himself back onto the ground. The sudden lurch lodges your stomach in your throat, and you let out a frazzled scream as you land on top of him. That he cushions the impact with his rubbery body only comes as a slight relief when you were struggling just to get your bearings straight, disoriented and stunned in the aftermath of his impulsive decision when you unexpectedly find yourself blinking up at the sky.
You start to pull yourself upright, wincing, only to quickly realize he’s still got one arm looped around your waist to keep you held in place on top of him. The other is — you gasp when you glance down to see him already fisting his cock in hand, guiding it back to your entrance where it had slipped out in that rush of movement. It’s still achingly stiff and unrelenting, like he hadn’t already spilled his seed in you only moments ago, and your heart painfully wrenches with the fresh wave of dread that comes over you.
“W - wait, please don’t - -“
The head of him finds your cunt, pressing back up into you again, and you outright sob when he mercilessly snaps his hips to impale you on that stiff length once more. You sway unsteadily at the fresh stretch, trying to decide if it’s better or worse in this position, but gravity soon proves itself your enemy when the weight of you on top of him firmly sinks his cock even further into you than before. It feels like he’s tickling at your ribcage like this, but all you can do is give a wounded little mewl and try to steady yourself. Undaunted, he reaches up to tug your pants the rest of the way off.
“Luffy,” Sniffling sadly, you fight him as much as you can in your physically exhausted state but it’s no use. Your bottoms come off to leave you bare and exposed from the waist down, sitting upon his cock like a whore on her rightful throne.
The tears quickly start up again, streaking hot tracks down your flushed, sweaty face while he gets himself situated underneath you. His hips lift, nudging you just a pinch higher so he can brace his feet underneath him while his hands come around to anchor around your love handles. Then, he’s moving again.
Completely unconcerned by your crying, Luffy flexes his legs to thrust up into you and the same fleshy slap as before quickly rises loud in the air again. Plap, plap, plap, plap. The wet squelch of your seeded cunt sucking him in deep on every upward plunge joins in, adding to the obscene cacophony of noises even as you toss your head back to sob at the sky. You can hear him grunting underneath you, clearly enjoying himself quite a bit, but you couldn’t say the same. Your body was already a sore, achy mess of bruises and scrapes, and this certainly wasn’t helping. You were just getting more and more tired by the minute.
“Nnghhnnn, please, captain. Please don’t cum inside again, I … I’m begging you!”
The only response he gives is a low, rumbling groan that seems to bleed into you and reverberate endlessly inside your belly, making you squeeze your thighs together as if to block him out. But of course it doesn’t work. Given the way he stutters over a raspy hiss of your name he actually seems to like the way it makes your walls tighten around him, unintentionally though it may have been. There was really nothing you could have done to dissuade or stop him once he’d set his mind to something, and it seemed he very adamantly had his sights set on using your cunt until his energy reserves finally wore out.
Distantly, you wonder how long that will actually take.
“You’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine,” He chants underneath you, again and again, even when his hands tighten around your hips to guide you into bouncing right along with him. Having no other choice, you snifflingly spread your legs wide and brace your feet on the ground, moving with him despite the throbbing ache in your muscles. “Mine, mine, mine. My prize. My treasure. My woman!”
He viciously slams his pelvis up at the end, further punctuating his claim on you, and the sharp stab of his cock rips a wild shriek from your mouth. “N - no, captain, please! I can’t — I don’t want it! Not like this! You’re not … aaghnn, you’re not Luffy! You’re not!”
The only response he gives is a deranged little laugh that makes his cock jump where it’s wedged inside you. That push on your upper wall makes the tension running through you double and then triple, your heaving gasps coming a little quicker now even as his hands travel up your body. You can’t stop him like this when your own were propped behind you along his flexing stomach to help you maintain your balance in this precarious position. It’s not hard to figure out what his intentions are though, and you screw your eyes shut so you don’t have to watch him grab hold of your top.
A deafening riiiip tears through the air when he shreds it, the poor cotton helpless before his far greater strength. He leaves it hanging from your shoulders in tattered pieces as your tits bounce free, the stiffened tips already aching and strained long before he greedily palms at them like a starved man clutching at a lifeline. The blinding friction of his calloused palms and fingers on your teats makes your cunt spasm around him and you wail, screaming for someone, anyone to save you from your captain.
Unfortunately for you, help was still a long ways off and Luffy wasn’t even close to running out of steam.
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Crossposted: here
Yummy🔞
Info: fem/readerxLuffy, implied relationship, MDI, soft food kink, detailed, licking, kissing, cunnilingus, some consensual intercourse🔞
Context: Luffy finds out he has a kink. ‼️Warning: Detailed‼️
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Luffy didn't know what it was about licking food off your skin that made it taste so good; it just did.
He discovered his new fascination nearly a week ago while spending some time with you. It was an innocent situation; you were curled up in the library with a steaming cup of hot chocolate. Sanji had topped your drink with a generous swirl of whipped cream, and some had gotten on your chin.
What Luffy did was something you had done to him countless times. He licked the cream from your chin.
"Ah! Luffy!" You gasped and shivered as you stared in shock at him.
Luffy felt an internal quake as he drew his tongue back into his mouth as he watched you jump while hearing you gasping. The cream tasted better and sweeter, and your reaction made it all the tastier.
He wondered if that's why you would kiss or lick his face when had cream or chocolate on his face. It was a mean trick of you not to share this secret delight with him!
Since that day, Luffy couldn't get the idea out of his mind. Whenever his mind wandered, he thought about other foods that would taste good on your skin. Syrup, chocolate, ketchup, caramel, ice cream...
"What else, what else," He mumbled to him as he fished off the side of the Sunny. "Cheese? Pasta? Meat?"
"Thinking of what you want Sanji to cook?" Robin asked from her chair. She was relaxing in her favorite reading spot and couldn't help overhearing Luffy talking to himself.
Luffy glanced at her and said honestly, "I'm trying to think of foods that would taste good with Y/N's skin."
Robin's expression did not change, and she hummed as she processed what Luffy said.
"You mean, what food would taste good eating off Y/N's body?" She clarified.
"Yeah," Luffy replied as he shrugged. "I've only tried whipped cream so far."
Robin giggled since she knew what Luffy had done to you days ago when you had vented to her.
Sex was something that occurred rarely between you and Luffy. Luffy did enjoy the feeling, but there were other things he enjoyed doing more with you.
So long as Luffy met your minimal needs each month it didn't matter because you had other ways of being intimate with him. But when Luffy licked you, you felt something you didn't expect and the look in his eyes didn't help.
“Well, from what I understand, most people use fruits and cream or chocolate,” Robin said mischievously.
“Not meat?” Luffy said with a pout.
Robin smiled at her captain, and thinking it would help two people she cared about get closer she used her powers to get a magnize from Sanji’s “secret stash.”
“Here, have a look and see if Y/n will be willing to play along,” Robin suggested with a wink.
…
“No! Absolutely not!”
“But Y/N…”
“There is no way I am putting that between my legs!” You shouted as you pointed at the chuck of meat Luffy held up by the bone.”
“Aww, but why?” Luffy pouted.
“Because one, it's weird; two, it’s not sanitary; and three, knowing you, it would be dangerous!” You explained as you crossed your arms.
Luffy sighed and took a bite of his meat and ate it with a sulky look.
“I just wanted to see what else would taste good with you.”
You shivered as you thought about how his tongue had licked the cream clean of your chin. It was a type of intimacy you had yet to experience with Luffy. And lord knows he is food motivated.
It might be fun to try.
You sighed and picked up the can of whipped cream Robin had given you. Somehow, she knew you would need it.
“Luffy, if this is something you want to try, let’s start with something simple.”
You smile and playfully shake the can at him.
Luffy had just taken a bite of his meat and he stared at you wide-eyed. He then swallowed down hard and gave you a huge grin. It was the same grin he always used when he is about to do something he found fun.
“Alright!” He excitedly cried and reached to take the can from you.
You moved it out of the way, saying, “Hold on! There is one rule you have to promise to follow.”
“Huh?” Luffy said as his grin dropped.
“No teeth. If you bite me, I will end you.” You said darkly.
Luffy frowned and said, “It's whipped cream, who bites whipped cream?”
“You would!” I stated loudly. Luffy put up his hands and laughed.
“Shishishi, okay, I promise not to bite you.”
You huffed and then moved to the bed. Your eyes then held his gaze as you removed your top. Luffy watched as you removed your bra and then your panties. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking. His eyes became wide pools of black that made you shiver.
He saw you, and though he didn't physically react by blushing, sweating, breathing harder, or licking his lips, you knew he saw you. It was the sudden intensity that told you.
You pulled up your hair and then shook the can as you continued to stare into his eyes. The cool cream made you wince and gasp as you covered the tops of your breasts. You were about to invite Luffy to taste the cream but he was already on top of you.
He moved fast, pushing you on your back as your legs hung over the edge of the bed. Luffy eyed the cream and without being told started licking it off your skin.
“L-Lufffy!”
He didn't slow his movements as his tongue dragged over your skin. When his lips came near a nipple, Luffy sucked it into his mouth, causing your back to arch. A strained whine left your throat, and you saw stars behind your eyes.
He licked and sucked hard, then let the bud pop out his mouth to lick at the cream that hid under and between your breasts.
“Is there more?” Luffy asked as stared down at your glossy skin.
You were panting hard and trying to think. Luffy then spotted the can on the bed and snatched it up.
“Luffy wait!”
Luffy sprayed the cream over your belly. He then ran his tongue over the vulnerable skin and dipped around your belly button. The sensation made your toes curl and your cunt wet. It was hard to breathe and yet it felt amazing as the light tickling sensation sent waves of tantalizing pleasure down between your legs.
Your palms pressed down onto the bed as you lay back and enjoy the treatment you are getting. Luffy hooked an arm under one of your legs and shifted the two of you. You licked your lips as waited for what was about to come next.
Luffy used the rest of the can between your legs. He was about to dig in when you warned him in a honeyed voice, “Luffy, no biting.”
He paused and looked at you with that goofy grin you love so much.
“I know, I know!” Luffy replied with a cheerful laugh.
He then lapped at the white cream like a cat and moaned as your juices added a tang to the sweet taste. His tongue flicked at your clit and then spread over from the bottom of your pussy to the top.
The string of nerves surrounding your pussy pulled tighter and tighter. Your voice became hard to control as Luffy’s tongue swirled and dripped into your core. His mouth would then suck at the sensitive folds and his lips would tease the top of your mount as he search for more cream.
The strained cries you made were nothing but background noise as Luffy feasted on you. And yet, the strings coiled tighter and tighter, ready to launch you into oblivion.
“Ah! Luffy!”
There was no more cream for him to lick but Luffy kept going as he imagined other foods he could eat from here. Bananas, peaches, chocolate, cake, gummy bears, bacon, meat…
“Luffy…Luffy!”
Meat with gravy, syrup, pancakes with syrup? He thought hard as his mouth sucked on you as he became intoxicated by your smell. Something tangy sprayed onto his top lip and he moaned as him licked it into his mouth.
Tangerines, strawberries, melon…
“Luffy! Please…Stop!”
Luffy halted and breathed hard. His eyes glanced at you as your juices still covered his mouth. You were panting just as hard as you tried to relax from the intense orgasm you had just experienced.
He licked his lips clean as he noticed how your body trembled with aftershocks and moved over you without touching.
“Oops, did I overdo it?” Luffy asked, looking concerned and curious.
You smiled at him and lightly laughed then moaned at the tight spasm in your lower belly.
“Only a little, but it felt good.”
“Oh? Will that’s good I guess.” Luffy replied as you stroked his face.
“Hey, Y/n?”
“Hmm?”
Luffy licked his lips and let his erection rub against your belly. You gasped and closed your eyes then looked at him.
“Can I? It won't go away and it hurts.”
You breathed and nodded your head. You didn't even bother to tell Luffy to be gentle as he entered you. After what he had just did, he deserved a nice reward.
“Hey…Y/n…” Luffy groaned as he moved at a decent pace into you. “Can we try peaches next time? The kind with syrup juice?”
You let out a delirious giggle as you held onto what little sanity you had left.
“Sure…let’s try it next time…”
Luffy grinned as stored the promise away. He will think about it later, now, he was with you and it was delicious.
He bent and kissed you, pushing his tongue inside to taste your mouth. Yes. Simply, delicious.
contains semi-public sex.
Got a glimpse of Film Gold and immediately started writing.
“Oh my goodness Luffy! You did so good out there!~ Good job all three of you!~” You hug Luffy tightly as you both walked out of the raceway, with Luffy winning ten times the amount of beri it costed to get in. Luffy smiles brightly as he had his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, appreciating the affection he was earning for their win.
“I could barely focus cuz of ya an’ th’outfit ya got on~ I couldn’ stop thinkin’ bout’ it~ M’happy we won that though!” He says to you, a bit of blush dusting his cheeks. You blush and pepper a kiss to his cheek, making his body burn up with excitement. “Aw, don’t act like you’re not looking up to par either Luffy~ My handsome little man~” You complimented him, softly yanking on his flower-printed collar.
“Ya keep tellin’ me how good I look and I might rough ya up~” Luffy warns, his arm pulling you closer to him while his other hand grip your dress strap. You smirk mischievously and giggle as he swoops you off of your feet, your glittery heels nearly slipping off as he pulls you up into his arms. “Oi Nami! We’ll be back! We’re gonna go play sum games togetha!~” Luffy’s yells to Nami, a wide smile spread across his face.
Nami turns to you both and sighs. “Don’t you two get in any trouble, and make sure you know how much beri it costs in the games this time! You idiot..” Nami scolds Luffy. Luffy nods and runs off with you, carrying you into another game room with the casino’s game chips jingling within his pocket.
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“Ahhh L-Luffy~” You mewled out heavily as you felt him shove his cock deeper inside of your gushy little cunt, your walls squeezing him tight as he thrusted into you with ferocity. Luffy lets out little grunt as he felt your cunt squeeze and suck him in, his hands gripping your thighs tightly to make sure you wouldn’t slip from his grasp. “Fuck, ya squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight~” He groans out heavily, the texture of your sequin dress rubbed roughly against his fingers.
You gripped his pearly white vest tightly as he ruts into you, your toes curling within your glimmering heels as they began to slip from your feet. Luffy lets out a lengthy gasp as he stared into your eyes through his candy-glass shades, whimpering a bit before smushing his chapstick-coated lips into your glossy ones. He suckles and bites on your lip while lifting one of your legs up a bit higher to hit you at a deeper angle, making you mewl out louder.
“Mmgh! A-Ah! O-Oh god~” You moan out, pressing your face deep into his neck and getting a deep whiff of his strong cologne. “Fuck baby~ M’gettin’ close~” He huffs out, pushing your back a bit farther against the stall door. You whimper out as your nails began to dig into his vest, leaving a few marks while his cock kissed your cervix.
A sudden gasp leaves you and you arch your back as he shoves his cock deeper into your cunt, close to pushing past cervix and deeper inside of you. “Mmgh! Luffyyyy!~” You bit your bottom lip tightly while your brows begin to furrow from the pleasure. Luffy breathe heavily and his eyes begins to roll back as he begins to move his hips a bit faster against yours. “Mhh! Mhh fuck baby~ Ya gonna make me cum~” He mewls out shakily, burying his face deeper into you neck.
“Ooh Luffy~ I’m so close too, please keep going faster~” You gasp out, shutting your eyes tightly before gasping out for air. You hear Luffy chuckle against your neck before he press smooches against your neck, leaving oily chapstick marks behind. “Cmon an’ cum then baby gal~ Wancha to cum ‘round my dick~” Luffy urges you, a heavy huff leaving his lips. Your wrap your legs around his hips tightly while he pulls your dress up a bit farther with one hand, making sure you wouldn’t ruin it with your sweet juices.
“Oh Luffy~ Luffyyyy!~” You groan out heavily and hit your bottom lip a bit tightly, close to scarring it as the pleasure began to fill and fuck up your brain. Luffy presses his lips against your once again, stuffing his tongue past your cherry-flavored lips and dominating you while you let out a muffled moan. Your hand slowly trail up his neck and to his fluffy curls, combing your fingers through them while he continued to thrust up into you.
Feeling Luffy’s cock twitch within your warm and soaking walls, a groan leaves him as he felt himself ready to burst deep inside of your needy pussy. His arms wraps tightly around your body and his hands practically grip your dress as he groans out heavily. He pulls his lips from yours and lets out a breath moan, his legs trembling as he struggled to hold his orgasm back a bit longer.
“G-Gonna! Baby m’gonna!~” He gasps out and throws his head back while his hips trembled against yours. “Please! Please! Do it Luffy!” You begged, a lengthy angelic moan leaving your glossy lips as you felt yourself ready to cum around his length. “F-Fuck! Fuck m’cummin’!” He shuts his eyes tight and his body shudders against yours before he lets out a gasp of pleasure, his cock finally spurting cum deep inside of your warm cunt before he lets out another whine.
You mewl out heavily and your legs trembles as you squirt out onto his lower abdomen, coating his tanned sun-kissed skin. A little laugh spills from Luffy’s lips before he presses a kiss to yours, his eyes half-lidded as he stared at you through his shades. “Ohhh~ Oh Luffyyyyy~” You moan out, hugging him tight while you tired your best to recover from your orgasm. “Shishishi~ Look at it drippin’ down ya thigh~” He whispers, looking down at your thighs and the marble bathroom floor.
You whimper out and he presses one more kiss to your lips to soothe you, giving you a sweet smile afterwards. “Can ya stand baby?~” He asked, lifting you up a bit more so you couldn’t slip from his grasp. “M-Mhh…I-I dunno.” You admit, looking away as a bit of blush dusted your cheeks. Luffy snickers and pulls your panties back in place before fully pulling your dress down your legs.
“Ya lucky this dress is long enough~ They woulda been able to see m’sticky cum leakin’ down ya thighs~” He whispers to you, a little chuckle leaving him. You blush as his lewd words and sigh before pressing a kiss to his lips.
“Cmon~ Let’s go play some more games~ We can finish the rest tonight can’t we baby?~” You asked, pulling his thick and lighter straw hat onto his head. He nods before slowly placing you down onto the floor.
“Yeah~ Wanna fuck ya in ya dress when we get back though~ Shishishi~” Luffy snickers, his hand wrapping around your waist once again to prove support for you. You smile before chuckling to him. “Of course baby, as long as you promise to keep your sexy little suit on for me~” You whisper to him before pressing a smooch to his cheek.
cw: fluff. alcohol.
You’re starting to think Nami must have known something you didn’t, when she whispered a couple weeks ago that Zoro didn’t drink around people he had found attractive into your ear out of the blue, swiveling in her barstool once before sauntering off, leaving you with that information to do what you will.
Confused, you turned back to Robin and she smiled, knowingly, before she went back to enthusing you about a classic novel you’d both read as children. You remembered the smile, the apples of your cheeks warming slightly, most likely from the cider you’d taken hardy sips from without a sufficient snack (clearly not for any other reason at all), and went back to discussing the plight of your favorite side character.
But by the end of the night, a furtive glance over your shoulder located him at the opposite end of the pub, focusing on keeping up with the men in the corner.
The longer you look, the more you realize he’s trying to not look in your direction.
Or perhaps you’re simply imagining it.
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Perhaps you weren’t.
Two weeks later, you decide to test out this theory, shifting from your usual commiseration with the crew’s women and unwittingly Sanji to sidle up close to Zoro, who is four drinks in and the type of stoic that comes with a man trying very hard not to reveal that he’s at least a bit tipsy. He’s near the dart board, having ignored Franky’s demands to play pool despite Franky having destroyed at least two pool tables between grazing them with his cyborg forearms and leaning too hard on the table, instead opting to challenge a few of the bar’s regulars.
Playing darts while drunk is probably a dangerous affair, but it will probably take more than that to kill anyone in the immediate vicinity.
Tapping his elbow gently to get his attention is possibly one move too far.
“Hey, you won’t hit anything that way,” you joke, adjusting his aim ever so slightly with a careful maneuver.
Zoro freezes for a moment at your touch, a soft pink suddenly painted over his facial features. For a moment you worry you’ve embarrassed him, until he slowly clears his throat.
“Move around me to my other side,” he says.
Surprised, but figuring he just wants you to be careful, you do so, and to your surprise, his hand slips around your waist gently, pulling you close before he throws the dart.
Taken aback, your heart skips a beat.
“Bullseye,” he says under his breath, leaning into you. He hasn’t let go,in fact turns you towards him so that your noses are inches apart, and his voice is lower, smooth like the top shelf liquor he’s too unrefined to drink.
Your heart catches back the beat, and doubles its pace.
Zoro’s eyes are heavy lidded and immediately desire-filled, and he is so far from his usual self it actually startles you. Turning your gaze quickly to confirm the dart landed in the place where he says, you turn away from him but he resists for a split second, not enough to truly impede your motion but enough to communicate he liked holding you.
“Yeah, that seems about right,” you say, lamely, flustered. He trails behind you a couple paces, coming to a stop when he places his hands on your shoulders.
Again, too close.
“You don’t trust me?” he asks again. He chuckles slowly under his breath and you turn quickly to look him in the eye.
“Are you making fun of me?” is your first go-to response, hostile to overcompensate for your jarred response to his sudden affection.
He raises both hands in front of him in the guise of defeat.
“Would never,” he says, the stupid smile on his face an unnatural replacement for his usual scowl.
You open your mouth to say something else, unsure of what’s going on, when he pulls you into his chest suddenly, and you shriek; a dart whirs past you just behind your head.
“Sorry!” Luffy yells from a distance.
You would yell back for him to be careful, but your heart is pounding again. Zoro looks up at Luffy, and you expect him to revert back to his normal self and yell, but instead he gives him a disapproving look, then looks back at you.
“You okay?”
He’s still looking at you like that again, like he both wants to keep you in his pocket but also may decide at some point to devour you, still deciding on which one.
Nami is right.
Zoro doesn’t drink around people he finds attractive, and for good reason.
luffy + stretching (nsfw)
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it was so easy to lose sight of the fact that luffy was, at his core, a man—he was more than just a myth, or your captain, or even your friend—he was human to the fullest extent, freer in spirit than anyone you've ever known. certain things capture his limited attention span, and he pursues them with his entire being without care or a second thought, and, for better or for worse, his current focus is on you.
wide eyes blown out, he's fascinated by the way he can stretch himself long enough to see the tip of his cock slightly bulging out of your abdomen. more than fully sheathed within your walls, his gaze is glued to your midsection, watching himself inside of you. every so often he glances back up to make sure your face is screwed together in pleasure and not pain, though with the way his length batters your insides, the sensation rides a thin line.
"shishishi—is it a bit too much for you?" he laughs, slowing down the brutal pace of his thrusts as he notices a tear pricking out of the corner of your eye. letting out a sigh, you nod slightly, and he eases the stretch of his cock a bit, giving you a slight reprieve as he bends his neck down to meet your core, licking a warm stripe across your clit that elicits needy whines from your lips; "gonna make ya' feel so good..." he mumbles against you as he continues to fuck into you, his tongue eagerly meeting the roll of your hips.
you weren't sure how long this little fixation of his, his addiction to pulling pleasure out of you, would last, so you soak up every bit of it while you still can. feverishly rocking your hips against his mouth while he fills you up, there's seemingly no start and end to your climax; each time you think you've fall from your high, his cock prods against your sweet spot just right, or his tongue drags across your clit so deliciously that the coil just snaps.
and then he pulls his mouth away, returning to his earlier, harsher pace and stretching out his cock to stuff you to the brim once more, though now you're so soaked that the pain from before barely registers—instead, he grins as you beg him for more.
I love when you draw Zoro in a crop top. Keep doing it.
yes chef
Luffy accidentally eating/taking aphrodisiac and reader has to deal with the results.
HAPPY 2024!!! :D here’s my longest fic ever as a celebration
can’t come down - aphrodisiac luffy x f!reader
smut with some angst
summary: thinking it was regular chocolate, you accidentally give luffy several doses of a potent aphrodisiac. now he needs you to take care of him
contains: accidental intoxication, luffy in discomfort/distress, tears, some uncomfortable sex, overstimulation, luffy and zoro in a brief sexual situation
words: 4.8k
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It’s all your fault. You’ve hurt him, the little angel. A pleasant but burning pain, he’s attached to you, drooling on your neck and he’s been going for hours and he’s rubbing inside you ceaselessly, you’re dripping with him. He’s whimpering, this sweet boy. His eyes are blown out and hazy and he won’t stop just gazing at you, open-mouthed whimpers while he rubs inside you so deep and rough that god, you can feel it blooming and aching in your stomach, squeezed as you breathe so with every breath he moans in frustration and desire. Luffy just wanted chocolate, it’s all your fault.
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This town is seedy and dark. You like it because you can’t find these sorts of shops in regular port towns, places selling hallucinogens and fake medicine and alcohol for 100 berries a bottle. The sex shops don’t even board up their windows, that’s why you and Nami thought why not, let’s explore.
It’s not a serious shopping trip, more of a chance to laugh, tease each other, indulge in curiosity. This store’s set into the ground, beneath a metal stairway, it’s starting to rain so you two run for cover in the most interesting place.
The sex shop, which is very dim, all lantern light, is filled with things neither of you had ever seen before or thought to consider. The salesman is pushy, coming from behind the counter to try to sell you things you certainly hadn’t come there for. You laugh and walk around and whisper to each other. And even though you’re in a loving relationship these aren’t things you’ve thought to consider. Luffy wouldn’t like any of this. You would never do something to hurt or confuse him, not when you’re both vulnerable like that. But these low prices intrigue Nami who tells you that hey, why not get some cute lingerie?
“They’ve got a whole wall of it!” She points to the colorful selection of lace and silk and you do admit, it’s beautiful. It’s not something Luffy would care about really but you’d feel pretty in it, maybe. They’ve even got these cute little translucent night dresses that look so comfortable.
So you approach the salesman with your arms full of lingerie and he looks eager to be selling to two beautiful women. He keeps talking about deals and discounts, and with a little wink he throws in a special offer, with those two night dresses you’re buying you get free aphrodisiacs. Chocolate aphrodisiacs in a little white box and he keeps telling you these things are powerful. It’s a special deal, just for you. And with laughter and encouragement from Nami you say why not. You take them, even though you don’t think you’ll ever use them.
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Weeks go by. That little box, it rests forgotten in some dresser drawer. You tend to forget things at sea.
And there’s this island, more of an ocean mountain really, with jagged cliffs for beaches but there’s a small jungle on top, there might be food or resources up there. So Sanji and Zoro are going to go, and Luffy absolutely insists on coming with them. He’s all excited about it, hyper, rolling on his feet because he’s been kept away too long on the ship and he wants to explore.
But he’s not feeling quite himself. You’ve been short on food and Luffy’s had it bad, never satisfied after meals for the last couple days. That’s why this ocean mountain is the center of your universe with only the promise of a grove of mango trees, a flock of quail. So he’s begging you, pawing at your knees as you sit in bed and begging to get something to eat before he goes exploring. You try to help, maybe there’s something in a drawer, you get to your knees and dig through your dresser while Luffy crouches behind you, leaning on your back, you feel his warmth through your shirt. He’s impatient so he bites the back of your neck, tender but sharp.
You find the little box. You have no memory, in that moment, of where you got it. There’s no label, and you later think to yourself why the hell was there no label? but of course it doesn’t cross your mind right here. It’s a little box of chocolates and before you even have a chance to remember, Luffy snatches them out of your hand and says thank you and kisses you quickly on the cheek, cupping your face, his lips wet from hunger. And he sprints away, leaving you blushing, sitting there on your floor with a little smile.
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He’s beginning to feel very warm but it’s just the sun, probably. He takes off his cardigan, carrying it on his arm. His skin glistens golden in the light, a perfectly burnt brown, but now he’s going red with flush creeping from his face to his shoulders. Luffy’s breathing is irregular now, shuddering. He looks around, the trees wavering just a bit in a cloudy haze through his eyes.
“Sanji?” And he reaches for Sanji’s hand because for some reason he craves contact right now. But Sanji pulls away, feeling the layer of sweat coating Luffy’s palm. “I feel weird.”
Sanji’s eyes wander him. He can sense there’s something not right in Luffy’s stare, something dulled and far away. Something’s wrong, what’s wrong?
“Luffy?” Sanji doesn’t know what to do in these kinds of situations. “You should go see Chopper,” he says finally with his hand on Luffy’s shoulder, gingerly.
“Don’t wanna go back yet.” Luffy’s complaining despite the discomfort. And when he sees that Sanji won’t tell him anything he wants to hear, he turns and disappears into the underbrush, maybe water will help, something cold.
So he comes to this little pond, crystal clear and dappled by sunlight, there’s frogs on the lilly pads. If he wades to his thighs he won’t pass out, probably. There isn’t much care for himself in this moment, just a need to get rid of this burning. So he strips off his jeans which helps, strangely. A breeze hits his now bare body. He feels raw in a way he never has before.
That’s a yearning need to touch himself, but no, Luffy doesn’t think about that. He’s hot so he needs to get in the water. He stumbles on the rocks because his vision isn’t quite right. He shouldn’t go to his waist but that’s where the burning is. Ankles then knees then thighs, ripples lap between his legs, he’s left panting and tingling, that water is hitting nerve endings and with every wave comes friction that makes his body twitch. He wants more.
His hand flies to his cock as if by impulse, all of a sudden. There’s no thoughts now, just need, his hand rubs himself messily even though Luffy has no control, no concept of what he’s doing or why.
God, please.
He bends over a little, head down. Beads of sweat from his brow speckling the water as his whole body shakes back and forth and his muscles spasm. Frustration fogs his mind, with every pump it only stretches his skin, not enough friction, his hand is clamped down so tight that it’s doing nothing for him. He feels like crying. He hates that he wants to go home.
But this isn’t home. And as Luffy moans unabashedly this sounds like cries from pain, which they are, a bit. So it’s Zoro who hears him and without a second thought he’s tearing through the underbrush, tripping over his own feet, led blindly by his worst sound in the world — Luffy crying.
He shouts his name and crashes through the trees, he’s in the clearing and looking around desperately but what he sees makes him yell again. There’s Luffy, the love of Zoro’s life, completely naked and wading in the water of that crystal clear pond and moving sporadically as he rubs his cock, so painfully rock hard, over and over in this animalistic desperation as he cries and whimpers. He doesn’t know where he is or who’s around him and he doesn’t see Zoro.
Until he’s shoved from the side, a powerful push that sends him tumbling into the water, cruel cold water that sucks him in and starts a familiar panic within his heart that makes him forget for a moment about that burning inside him.
“WHAT THE FUCK, LUFFY?!” Zoro pulls him by his hair, shaking him, throwing him on the rocks and looking at Luffy with these stricken eyes, unable to comprehend what he’s seeing. His composure in that moment is shattered, his fists are clenched.
They’ve seen each other naked so many times. They’ve bathed and held and carried each other with nothing between their skin, it’s just how it happens sometimes when you’re that close. But this intimacy, this state Luffy’s in, it’s like nothing Zoro was prepared to see or could even really imagine out of Luffy. Something is horribly wrong.
“Zoro…” and Luffy’s taken up in his arms because no disgust or awkwardness comes before helping a friend who’s hurting. “I feel… I dunno… what’s- …”
Luffy’s voice is so slurred, his body is tense and so solid but yet somehow he’s still melting. Zoro’s finding it hard to look at him, do anything other than just sit there and hold him, uncomfortable at how he can feel that heat from between Luffy’s legs radiating and blooming condensation on Zoro’s skin. He has absolutely no idea how to even begin to approach this situation. So he’s rough and sloppy as he dresses his friend, his cardigan’s on and his sandals are on and his hat has been slammed over his eyes. But Zoro, teeth gritted, has to shove Luffy’s cock in his jeans himself because this boy is useless like this. He’s silently vowing to never talk or think about this moment again, how sticky his hands now feel, how Luffy moans as he’s touched and leans into Zoro and how his cock twitches with an overpowering need to fuck anything that’s close.
Zoro won’t think about this again. He just picks Luffy up and carries him away without saying a word.
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You’re just looking out the window. Unmoving sun, unmoving sea. You want to eat or go somewhere and maybe you should’ve begged and made them take you on the island.
Is it the island, or do you just miss Luffy?
But it’s not long before your door is kicked open, you jump, eyes wide, whipping around to find Zoro cradling your boyfriend, who looks sick. Fear shoots through you and closes your throat especially when you see Zoro’s eyes, vacant and upset and he looks dissociated, blank.
“Oh god, Luffy.” You run to him and your hands go to his face and just stroke his cheeks, he’s sweaty and burning up like he’s caught in a deep fever. “What happened?” Your eyes are wild and scared as you turn to Zoro.
“I don’t know what you gave him. Just… deal with it.” Zoro dumps Luffy into your arms and you stumble as he curls up into you, drooling all over your neck. And Zoro gives his shoulder one last squeeze and turns away, closing the door behind him, running off down the hall, somewhere where he can’t hear that crying anymore.
And yes, Luffy’s crying. You set him down on your bed, rubbing the back of his head and holding his hand. “Hey, hey, talk to me. What’s wrong?”
“Dunno what’s happening…” Luffy’s eyes are pleading and endlessly deep right now. His legs are kicking against the air and he keeps shifting around, he can’t sit still.
With his free hand he’s rubbing between his legs like he’s scratching an itch, but he doesn’t stop, your gaze follows him and oh, oh fuck. He’s got this tight, obvious hardness in his jeans. Straining so hard the zipper is shaking with tension. You’ve never seen anything like this.
Your mind is racing, this isn’t just horniness, Luffy has never been sexsick like this before.
You trace it all back and nothing was wrong when he left. Just bright eyed innocence, affection, nothing strange. And suddenly it hits you, that box, those chocolates.
Oh god. Oh my god.
You fed him an aphrodisiac. An aphrodisiac from a sketchy shop in an old-town basement, a powerful drug, just one would keep you up a whole night.
And you let Luffy eat them all.
“Lu… god, I’m sorry,” is all you can say as he crawls into your lap and breathes on your face. You take off his hat and ruffle his hair. How can you even explain this to him? He’s not going to understand. “I’m so sorry. This is my fault, I gave you an aphrodisiac by mistake.” You’re choked up. You hurt him.
“…” Luffy’s mouth is hanging open, drool coating his chin, dazed, so confused. “Hm?” His voice is even gravelier than normal.
“Those weren’t normal chocolates. They make your body… ready for sex? It’s supposed to be a fun thing. B- but I forgot they weren’t just normal chocolates! God, I’m so sorry.” You’re breaking down, you’re cuddling with him now, head on his shoulder.
“Oh.” You can’t really tell how much he understands. And his voice is quiet when he asks, “when’s it gonna go ‘way?”
“…I don’t know. I’m gonna try to help, ok? Let’s fuck for a few hours and get it out. It’s gonna be ok, Lu.”
His pupils expand when you say this, his eyes going from brown to deep black. He wants that so, so bad. He’s just sort of figuring that out now. “Heh, yeah.” He squirms in your lap, cock so hard you can feel his zipper sliding down on its own, as his breath gets heavier, this desperate ball of energy spasming in your arms.
Then he smiles. And he attacks.
He flips you onto your back and groans, hips thrusting into yours as his lips find your mouth, saliva leaking past your lips, you swallow as they part. You’re wearing these soft cotton shorts and you feel his aching cock smacking the fabric as it pushes and strains to break free from his pants with every motion. He moans so loud you know everyone can hear. Now he’s drooling again, spitting on your face because he’s lost control of his jaw, you’re winded but you grab his face and kiss him, he didn’t even know he needed this.
He falls on you now. He’s all splayed out and whining and just kissing you as if he’s been challenged, teeth and tongue working through every part of your mouth. He’s loud when he kisses, and now every breath is a groan of want.
“Undress me…” you whisper to him, grabbing the back of his neck, he seems like he’ll explode if he keeps on like this without being deep inside you.
With a strangled “Mh,” Luffy’s fingernails scrape your skin in a desperate attempt to pull off your dress. He’s ripping cloth, damn, you can hear him ripping cloth. Nothing you can do now.
But you can tell as your skin shines bare and he tears his own clothes from his body, as his sweat drenches you and that heat like a tropical hurricane all over but especially where it pools between his legs and oh you’d be scared if you looked there now, you can tell he’s about to just go in you with no thought or reason and harder than he’s ever gone before. So — and you hate to do this — you grab his shoulders. You stare him in the eyes.
“Luffy. Listen to me.”
your eyes reach his soul, he tries to look at you with anything close to coherence, he wants to follow your lead, he doesn’t understand anything right now. But there’s a hailstorm inside his mind. But he tries to listen.
“Don’t be too rough, please, can you promise?” Your voice is shaky because you’re not sure what he’s about to do. Luffy would never intentionally hurt you but he’s powerful, his body is strange, he works in ways neither of you understand. He has the power to really, really damage you and the carelessness to not see it happening. So you beg him with your eyes.
“I promise,” he gasps softly, one hand curling behind your neck, and he presses his face against your cheek, trying to harden his eyes in the gentle seriousness of the moment. Luffy is incapable of feeling sadism towards you of any kind and he’s at war with his body and the energy bursting within him right now. But he promises.
You smile and your feet rest on his hips and thighs, you feel him sizzling beneath your touch. The surface of his skin wavers before your eyes from the heat, you understand now the idea of mirages, he looks covered in amber rain even as his skin burns beneath your hands.
“Slow,” you ask softly in his ear, making Luffy whine in hunger.
There it is. What you don’t dare look at you can feel. Swollen and throbbing it feels like a whole other animal is just clawing there beneath that rice paper skin. You can feel his heartbeat in the tip of his cock as he touches you and it speeds up thousands of times in an instant. His thighs clamp around yours and his nails are sharp and Luffy groans in your ear. He’s made of nerve endings that send him twitching writhing with every tiny movement. He needs you now.
He pushes himself in and every bit of friction sends him convulsing against you, squeezing you tighter. You can feel the struggle in his muscles to hold back but that deep, tangible yearning for relief. He’s in and you’re both gasping for air. You’re not used to the size or the heat or that artificially induced power that’s overcome his body. But you’re proud of him and you tug his hair to tell him a quiet thank you, you’re ok, he’s keeping you safe.
All your touches are too much. His hips move messily against you like he doesn’t have the capacity to understand what to do right now. But he’s just going to follow that deep primal craving so he rocks into you with all his weight, crushing you again and again, eyes closed, mouth trying to find yours.
It’s the movement but also the way you’re being held. It’s a scary heaven. He’s going deep and he’s not pulling out just throwing himself against you over and over as if there’s any more he has to go. He’s whimpering and his body is shaking in need.
But he goes faster and now this is what you’re scared of, weighted rubber moves and stretches with momentum, he’s squeezing you tighter and tighter and with each slam against your body his cock buries into you so impossibly deep as his skin stretches and snaps within you. You whine and try to steady him but Luffy’s in this cloud right now. His teeth are digging deep into your neck and he’s drooling all over you, saliva dripping down your shoulder and chest.
When he cums it’s so hot it feels like lava. There’s so much of it. That relief at the slowness, liquid soothing beaten flesh, that’s heaven as you lay beneath him, wrapped in his arms. Is it over? No, no it isn’t.
But first, while he’s stunned and unable to move, you squish his face in your hands. “Luffy,” you breathe heavily into his mouth, “be more gentle. Please. You’re gonna hurt me.”
His eyes are wide and concerned. “I hurt you?” he whimpers from his swollen, shiny lips.
“I’m ok, don’t worry, just please be more gentle.” And you smile at him. That sets something off in his heart and you feel him harden again inside you.
He grins, lifting you back so you’re pressed against his chest, on his lap. And he shoves you down against him as you squirm in his arms, he rolls your hips on his as his strong hands take total control of your body, hungry eyes gazing at you with deep, immeasurable lust. From this new position he has so much control, he’s using your body for his release in as loving a way as possible, biting at your skin. You’re left to twitch in his grasp and hug him, letting yourself bask in this incredible tsunami.
The bouncing and stretching of his cock isn’t as bad in this position although you’re still impossibly full, limp in the overwhelming motion. But that heat is becoming uncomfortable, your cheek from its rest on his shoulder is covered in layers of sweat and you feel it pooling around every point of contact. He smells like burning rubber and thick, palpable sweat. His skin begins to sear your hands and you only realize what’s happening when he starts to steam. Billowing steam clouding your room and soaking you in hot, wet air like you’re in an erupting volcano. You’re not sure which gear he’s changing to and you don’t want to find out.
“LUFFY!” You yell through your haze and hit his back and it’s so hard to talk to him like this, his moans are drowning out your cries, he’s moving faster and faster and his hair and mouth and the area between your legs is already lost in clouds of white steam. “STOP!”
He yelps and rolls off of you. Your words cut his heart. You’re both drenched and your bed is soaking, your hair in your eyes dripping down your face mixed with tears you didn’t even know were there. Luffy looks confused, disoriented, he’s still steaming but it’s slowing now, his skin is dulling to its usual hue, his hair falls back over his face. He doesn’t know what to say.
“You were changing gears,” you murmur under your breath. “Luffy, that could’ve been bad.”
“I’m- I’m sorry…” he whimpers and looks down at himself. There’s still a cloud of blinding steam circling up the shaft of his cock, blooming from his tip and shimmering in droplets rolling down the red, tight skin. He looks at you with puppy eyes, needing your arms again.
You let him crawl to you. You let him place his head under your hand to be pet and comforted. He feels terrible but he feels sick, too, a sickness only cured by the deepest and most indescribable pleasure. He’s melting in your arms, as needy as when he was given to you, eyes blurry. You let him rest his head in your lap and drink in your scent, blankets tucked between his legs for the slightest friction.
“It’ll feel better if you don’t go so fast,” you say softly, stroking his wet hair. And he nods.
“Can I have more now? I’ll be better to ya. I really promise.”
His hands feel gentler now. You let him climb your body and capture you in another deep kiss. And with your legs crossed behind his back you let him fuck you again and chase his second orgasm and he’s right, he’s better now. He’s fighting with his body but he’s better.
When he cums again it feels boiling hot. It’s shot after shot deep inside you and he tugs your hair, bites your shoulder, strokes your lower stomach before moving down to rub at your clit which is incredible because he never thinks of that. This drug is making him different, his mind is overwhelmed by sex in a way it never is. Part of you likes it a lot. It’s new. It’s fun.
It doesn’t take him long before he’s hard again and dragging his cock through your walls in deep, deliberate strokes with his tongue in your mouth. Luffy is a million miles above the earth. With every orgasm his world shakes and crumbles for an instant before it’s rebuilt again in waves of desire that send him higher, higher. He’s a million miles above the earth and even as hours slip by and his body is drained again and again, he can’t come down.
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At some point the ship has set sail again. Clouds crawl by the porthole and the ocean rocks you both but you and Luffy stay in that soaked bed and get lost in each other for so long that you don’t even know what’s real anymore. You can’t tell sensation from sensation. Neither can he but he can’t come down.
There was that perfect sweet spot where you had just swam in each other in bliss and peace. You didn’t have to stop his gear changes anymore because his body had adjusted to this new universe. And you were in tune with each other. But now, now it’s bad again.
But in a different way.
Luffy is exhausted but so desperate still. His tears have started again and he doesn’t know what to do and he can’t even move and every part of his body aches. You’ve never seen him like this during sex, he’s never weak or tired. But his body is drained.
But that drug won’t let go.
“You ok?” you’re whispering, hand on his face. You lift Luffy in your arms and place him on his back. His eyes won’t leave yours, he’s starry eyed and love struck through his tears.
“Mh…” is all you can make out. He looks down at himself, his body is dripping wet and his cock is hard again, throbbing hard in overstimulation.
Every touch seems like it’s painful to him now. But he wants more so, so bad. So you place a pillow under his head, you curl up against his body, and you rub him with your hand. Your arm gets tired but you keep going for as long as you possibly can. And sometimes Luffy will open his mouth in a silent, breathless moan, sometimes his body will convulse and his cock will twitch. But his orgasms are dry now. There’s nothing left in him.
The last one, that’s when he grabs your face. With his last bit of strength he rolls onto you and clutches your cheeks in his hands and just stares at you, not letting you move, his thighs squeezing your leg. He rubs himself off on you one last time and with a final shudder he’s done. It’s all gone. It’s over.
He collapses into your arms, too tired to breathe anymore. You expect him to just sleep right there but instead he twists onto his back, batting at your face with his palm lazily, playfully. He giggles. He looks dreamy and dazed. But happy, actually. Really happy.
“Feeling alright?” You’re worried. You’re guilty, still. You’re praying nothing hurt him or made him sick.
“Mhm. Feel good!” Luffy’s beaming as if he already forgot everything that happened. He’s glowing, chest rising and falling heavily. But he tilts his head questioningly, “you?”
“Yeah. Just sore.” To which he rolls onto his elbows, kicking his legs in the air, he holds your body, he gives your hips a soft kiss. He’s appreciative, he’s so soft now, honey skin glowing in the sleepy sunshine.
But everything is wet. Your clothes on the bed next to you, the sheets, your bodies and hair. So with your arms around his shoulders, because it will be hard to walk for a while, the two of you throw on robes and step outside. You forgot the smell of fresh sea air after that mist of sex and sweat. Luffy’s heart beats against yours, calm and healthy, steady.
He sets you down and you take him in your arms, now, laying him against the mast. You take a towel to his hair, drying him, the sun on the wind sending the dewdrops you’re made of falling away from your shoulders in rainbows. You’re glittering, you and Luffy.
You should get you both some food soon, you should give yourselves a real bath, you should go and comfort Zoro and assure him that you’re both ok. But not yet. You don’t want that yet.
You avoid the eyes of the others as they pass below. You don’t want to talk about this with anyone but Luffy right now, the boy who looks like an angel resting below you, chiseled glistening body, sunlight divinity. He opens his mouth, he kisses your fingertips as you brush hair from his cheeks.
He wants to talk to you at first but he finds that his eyes are too heavy. He just yawns instead, and bares his teeth in a smile. And he holds your hand tightly with this deep, profound gratitude. You hear him whisper, beneath his breath, that he loves you.
headroom (nsfw)
zoro x fem!reader
in which you and zoro take a moment to slip away
wc: 1.1k cw: closet sex, sweet n soft zoro, kinda?primal zoro, zoro in love an: hello!!!!!!!!!
masterlist | kofi
It's rare to get some privacy at sea. Between the comings and goings of any normal day aboard the ship it's unlikely to have a moment to breathe your own air – let alone any chance of true privacy.
So sometimes it's forced.
All it takes is your eyes meeting that makes Zoro act. With most of the others topside, he takes his chance to wander over toward you.
Zoro's palm falls to your shoulder as you look up to smile at him, and he feels his cheeks warm, though he thinks you may be feigning the look of soft curiosity that comes with it. His thumb traces a random pattern into the back of your neck – a small gesture that brings a much bigger proposition.
Let's get out of here.
Your confirmation comes with a nod of your head, and – faster than he can remember – he finds himself locked away with you in one of the lower, lesser used utility closets below deck atop a pair of crates that work as a makeshift stool.
Zoro’s hands trail up the warmth of your back as you straddle his lap, and while his touch could never be as gentle as yours, he presses his fingertips into your bare flesh as tenderly as he can. His grip is firm, but delicate – handling you as if something easily breakable and not because he thinks he has to, but because he wants to.
You pull away from him, granting the both of you some air. Your lips are already curled into a relaxed smile, and before he can return it you lean in again to begin kissing along his jawline. Zoro's eye flutters shut, his breath hitching as your lips brush against the skin of his jaw. He leans into the touch, a soft sound of contentment escaping from his lips.
As your kisses travel further down, tracing the line of his neck, Zoro's grip on your hips tightens. He leans backward, peacefully adrift in the love you have for him – though you nearly knock the air in his lungs right back out when your trail ends with a long, soft kiss to the exact spot that the scar across his chest meets with his heartbeat.
Zoro freezes and his eye snaps open again as he leans forward and suddenly stares down at you. The old wound, a permanent testimony of a singular failure, clashes against the weight of his whole heart that you cradle against your lips.
Something in his body language changes then, his muscles tense and his grip on you tightens harshly enough for you to gasp in surprise. And he lifts you with ease, scooping his arms beneath your legs to press your back to the inner wall of the closet before descending upon you. He acts on instinct, hungrily claiming your lips and pressing his weight against you, swallowing every mewl you sing into him.
Zoro only eases his hold long enough to slide his cock free and slide it against your glistening pussy. He taps his length against your clit and smirks when you whine at the contact.
Zoro's lips ghost along your jaw, his kisses languid and slow as he begins to thrust into you – the rhythm unsteady and hurried. His hips roll forward with each stroke, his cock filling you up thoroughly, and he kisses you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours as he moans into your mouth.
He's lost in the sensation of you, the feeling of your tight heat wrapped around his length, the taste of your lips, the sound of your moans. It's almost too much, and it's a miracle that your breathless pants of his name seem to anchor him back into the moment even at the edge of his peak. Zoro forces himself away from you and feels his heart leap in his chest when he catches your heavy-lidded gaze.
Your flushed cheeks, the saliva that still wets your parted lips, the look in your eye that tells him that you share the same adoration for one another – it isn’t often that he considers such things, but in this moment he regrets being unable to see you with both eyes.
Zoro's thrusts slow to a crawl and he touches his forehead to yours, matching the soft smile you give him. “Together.” He murmurs, giving you a much more tender, careful kiss.
He turns the both of you around and eases you back onto the crate. Hooking your legs around his waist, Zoro leans over and slowly begins to grind into you in deliberately designed strokes. His thumb comes to rub circles on your clit and he takes the chance to scoop you into his free arms and latch his lips to your nipple when you arch your back against him.
Hips move in time with his thumb and tongue, gradually increasing in speed just to slow to a crawl again – a meticulous pace that quickly has you bursting at the seams. Zoro holds you close, grunting against your breast when your walls clench down hard around him.
You babble nonsense between sighs of delirium, perceived half-sentences that fall incomplete when you suddenly cry out in finality. Zoro’s lips leave your flesh and he quickly unwraps his arm from around you to cup your cheek in his palm as you ride out your orgasm.
You lean into his touch and exhale into his hand, your legs twitching and shaking around him while waves of pleasure spout through you. It's enough to bring him right back to the brink.
Picking up his pace, he groans and grits his teeth as his release follows up the tail end of your own high, filling you and sputtering out to ooze down his cock.
Zoro can’t help but collapse atop you, breathlessly he settles his face into your neck and nuzzles against it. One of your hands comes to gently stroke the top of his head and he sighs happily into you. You whisper your love for him, and he sleepily returns it before pressing his lips to your neck.
Neither of you are sure how long you’d been gone or whether you’d fallen asleep or not, but it isn’t until presented with an empty galley with two plates of dinner left behind that it’s clear that maybe the supposed ‘privacy’ of a thinly walled utility closet isn’t all that true – and that maybe there would be snark in the morning pertaining to the prolonged absence.
Though Zoro lacks the will to care, and – judging by the way you end the night curled next to him on his bunk – you don’t seem to mind either.
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