it felt like being thrown into a nightmare dressed in a suit and an apron, and it almost made you reconsider whether joining that madness was worth it.

for weeks, you tried to ignore him and simply go along with the journey, reminding yourself of luffy’s generosity — and that this was your crew, after all.

in the end, even sanji was kind — sometimes too kind. but along with that kindness came a certain desperation that turned obvious virtues into an irritating façade, making you avoid him whenever you could.

as things went on, no matter how much you tried not to let it show — to avoid turning your time together into hell — at some point, he truly saw you, all of you, and pulled away.

as the months went by, he grew more distant, colder. not that he treated you badly — that would have been impossible, even under those circumstances — but he went from an unbearable chatterbox to a polite machine with pre-programmed responses. he only offered you things when it was part of serving everyone else. it became nothing more than “good morning,” “good night,” or “thank you” — and nothing beyond that.

until that night.

you’d docked at a rather unusual island — not to say downright strange. as usual, most of the crew went ashore to shop, and this time it ended up being just you and sanji on the ship. you had a headache, and he preferred to pick out the best ingredients during the day, not late in the afternoon, when only the scraps were left.

chopper was an amazing doctor, but sometimes his skills had their limits. even after resting and taking the medicine he had so kindly given you, your head still felt as if someone had set up camp inside your skull with a hammer.

it must have been around six o’clock when you finally left your room — the sun was still hugging the waves in its farewell. it would have been a beautiful end to the day, if you hadn’t been in such a foul mood.

even knowing sanji would be there, you went to the kitchen. you kept repeating to yourself that it would be fine, but the discomfort was already slicking your palms. still, you tried to keep your face impassive as you pushed the door open.

you forced yourself to look neutral as you stepped in. it wasn’t the kind of nerves that hit when someone attractive flirts with you — it was worse: that stifling unease that comes from the presence of someone you’ve been trying to avoid, and who just won’t stop existing near you.

sanji was chopping vegetables, completely focused. fine, maybe he was attractive. the way he moved in the kitchen was genuinely fascinating, and his tall, lean, strong frame didn’t hurt either. he wore one of those blue shirts, buttons undone almost halfway down his chest. the fabric looked light, a little wrinkled, revealing the start of a defined abdomen.

what a waste: a man so skilled with his hands, so physically appealing, turning pathetic the moment he opened his mouth, right?

maybe it was your brain betraying you, or the medication — maybe both. but you couldn’t help thinking you’d even sleep with him if he’d just keep his mouth shut. what would he be like in bed? pathetic there too? begging to fuck you? or would he drop that “gentleman” act and actually fuck you hard?

you gave your head a small shake, brushing the thought away, trying to remind yourself of who he really was — especially when your hormones and months without sex kept pushing you away from reason.

“feeling any better?” sanji’s voice made you glance toward him, though his eyes never left the carrots he was slicing.

you walked over to the cupboard, opening the doors casually. your hands weren’t sweaty anymore, but they were still a little cold. you preferred to believe it was because of the migraine flaring up again, not because of him.

it happened often — nami never missed a chance to joke about it — but you were sure it was just his irritating presence.

“i am. chopper gave me some medicine, but i think it’s just a migraine,” you said, pulling out a jar of tea you kept stored. then you turned to him, giving the jar a small shake and a barely-there smile. “i think it might help more. you mind if i use the kitchen for a few minutes? i promise i’ll be quick.”

he nodded without even looking at you.

you moved over to the stove, ignoring his coldness — something that had already become routine. most women would probably feel offended being ignored by a man as handsome as sanji — of course, if he were being silently sexy like he was now, and not an idiot. but for you, that was perfect.

a few minutes passed, wrapped in an almost comforting silence. the only sounds were the water beginning to bubble and the precise rhythm of sanji’s knife against the cutting board.

without meaning to, your eyes drifted from the tea box, its patterns neat and repetitive, and landed on him — more specifically, on his hands.

you spent a few seconds watching the way sanji chopped the vegetables with an annoyingly graceful precision. you narrowed your eyes slightly, annoyed at yourself for finding it beautiful.

no one could say how long you stood there, staring at him, until his voice snapped you back to reality.

“are you hungry? i can make something if you want.” he finally lifted his head, giving you a gentle look that somehow managed to irritate you all over again.

“no, thanks.” you tried not to sound curt, just uninterested. “i just want the tea.”

right on cue, the water began to boil, the kettle’s whistle pulling you out of your own head. sanji stayed still for a moment, as if about to say something, but then closed his mouth and went back to what he was doing.

you moved quickly, preparing the tea. standing back-to-back with sanji brought a tension no blade of his — no matter how sharp — could ever cut through. your shoulders were tight, your arms stiff with the almost-touch between your bodies, creating a thick, torturous charge in the air around you.

for a few moments, while the water steeped the tea bag, you found yourself tangled in your own thoughts. it was terrible not understanding what the hell you were feeling. anger, yeah — that had to be it. what bothered you was that no anger you could remember had ever come with such a strong urge to fuck someone.

did he feel the same? did sanji think about fucking you?

no, impossible. well, maybe possible — but not the way you wanted. sanji was known to fall hopelessly for just about anyone. clearly, you’d be just another one in his bed.

just the thought of that sent a sick feeling rising in your throat — uncomfortable as those thoughts were.

then suddenly, sanji appeared behind you. first, his long, strong arm reached over your head, grabbing something from a cabinet. right after, you felt his presence — closed off and tense, different from how he acted around the other women. it was more like the vibe he gave off next to zoro — the one he constantly traded barbs with and clearly hated.

he smelled like cigarettes mixed with nutmeg — a warm scent that wrapped around you in that moment, making you close your eyes for a second.

remembering where — and with whom — you were, you quickly turned, almost knocking the hot cup into your own hand. the surprise made him step back a bit, but he was still close enough for that scent to keep... sinking into you.

and it wasn’t the only thing you wanted inside you.

fuck it. this was definitely the worst, most torturous pms — or sex deprivation — you’d ever had. seriously. what a humiliation.

“what are you doing, sanji?” you frowned at him. it annoyed you how easily he could unravel you with so little effort.

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, just wanted to grab the seasoning.” his voice was low, almost a whisper.

he turned his face away, trying not to bite his lip. his voice was really sensual, nice to hear — it made you imagine what other pathetic sounds he might make.

you almost wanted to shove a knife down your own throat for thinking that. but honestly? that was all you had left for that weird night: the urge to sleep with someone you said you hated.

“okay,” you said, grabbing the tea, ready to leave the kitchen. maybe nami was right. maybe your hatred wasn’t exactly what you thought. maybe. maybe. maybe.

“wait.” he touched your arm so gently you were caught off guard. “can i ask you something?”

you turned around, trying to hide any reaction — irritation, nervousness, whatever. it wouldn’t be fair to take it out on sanji just because he was in the same room as you.

“why... why do you hate me so much?” he asked, frowning with an expression you recognized as shame.

usually, sanji was pathetic — but not like that. you weren’t being mean, just honest. he had this awful habit of... well, humiliating himself. but right then, in that moment, he seemed different. like he was really digging deep into his own mind, like he needed to get it all out at once.

you frowned too. even trying not to show it, it was impossible in the space you shared — and sanji was smart enough to notice certain things.

he moved closer but still kept a safe distance. your bodies were face to face, just millimeters apart.

putting the tea down on the counter, you crossed your arms, thinking of a reply. it was kind of hard — he was very much there. a bit taller, pretty strong. his presence was constant, undeniable.

looking away, you tried to follow your own thoughts. there was no dodging it; at some point you two had to have this talk. it was confusing too. maybe even you, despite having a plausible reason, didn’t fully get why his presence bothered you so much.

the explanation you had started to fade at some point — the moment your mind made you consider some not-so-appropriate thoughts.

you took a deep breath, already had something ready to say, but sanji didn’t let you. his hand landed on the counter, right next to your tea, and he leaned toward you. there was care and a certain hesitation in his movements — not something you’d expect from the sanji you knew.

“hit me, yell, or just stop talking to me if i’m wrong, but i don’t think you really hate me,” he whispered, “and i really want to be wrong, but at the same time, i don’t.”

you opened your mouth, ready to snap back, but nothing came out. he was too close, his scent and the feel of his body so near yours hitting your nerves. it was like you were frozen — caught in your own lie, like a kid busted doing something wrong.

quickly, yet painfully slow, his fingers brushed your waist. his touch felt like fire spreading through your body, lighting something up inside you immediately.

“sanji…” your voice came out rougher than you wanted.

he closed the distance even more, his warm breath mixing with yours. “tell me to stop if you don’t want this, i’ll do whatever you ask.”

oh.

it hit you like a punch to the gut. you knew you should tell him to stop. you knew you hated desperation, that the reasons played in your head like a mantra every damn day — but you just couldn’t. none of that mattered when you felt him so close, his touch burning enough to almost intoxicate you. his skin golden in the late afternoon light, his big hands anchored on your hips — that’s what mattered.

there was no sweetness in the kiss. it couldn’t be.

it was urgent and overwhelming, like a heated fight over who’d give in first. as for sanji, you didn’t know, but you weren’t ready to give up yet. gripping his shirt, you felt the buttons scratch the palm of your hand as you pulled him closer, wanting to fuse your bodies even more and hold on to that good feeling.

sanji groaned low against your mouth, making your whole body shiver. your back hit the counter, his hands sliding down your waist to the hem of your shirt. when his fingers touched your bare skin, you arched, letting out a sigh that was anything but hate.

he kept kissing you while his fingers traced down your shirt, slowly undoing the buttons. your mouths parted, and he started kissing your neck, leaving light bites that made you moan without meaning to.

“your voice is so beautiful… i’ve always wondered what it would be like to hear you moan my name.” his voice came out rough.

“you’re gonna have to try a lot harder if you want to hear your name from my mouth, sanji.” you growled, even though you were trembling inside.

he kissed damn well. really well. sanji smiled and pulled you closer again, guiding you back until your hips hit the counter and he made you sit.

“and i can do whatever i want? i thought you hated me… you’re gonna give in that easily?” his fingers played between your breasts as he finished undoing your shirt, the fabric slipping open on your shoulders, leaving you exposed through the thin layer of your bra, making you frown in pleasure.

sanji deliberately pressed against you and you felt his hard erection. it took more willpower than you thought you had not to touch it, not to find out just how big he really was.

you leaned closer to his mouth, pulling him by his messy collar until his lips were near.

“yeah… maybe i will. but there’s a catch: you’ll have to fuck me really well, then i’ll think about hating you a little less. and don’t even think i’m gonna beg for it. fuck me… prove that you can.”

he smiled and slid his fingers along your neck — but didn’t squeeze. pulling you in, he kissed you with even more desire than before. it hurt to admit it, but feeling his cock pressing against your thigh was driving you crazy. again, you had to hold yourself back from ripping his clothes off and taking him as many times as you could.

one kiss and your confusion melted into a single thought: you were completely dizzy from the mix of scents and sensations sanji was giving you right then.

sanji stopped kissing you again and trailed his lips down your back, where your blouse was slightly open, leaving warm kisses that spread across your skin like a gentle fever, but with a deeper, visceral heat.

you watched him follow the trail of kisses until he was on his knees between your legs.

sanji lifted his eyes to you, his face close to your covered pussy. that look was clear and obvious: he wanted you without that piece of clothing. you lifted your hips on the counter, waiting for him to pull it off completely, but his hands slid up your thighs, under your skirt, removing only your panties while a cheeky smile appeared on his lips.

when he finally took them off, he slipped them into his pocket.

damn, what a bastard. you hated that wicked smile of someone who knew exactly what he was doing.

there was another hint of a smile when sanji brought his face closer to your intimacy, while his hands pulled you to the edge of the counter but held you firmly. he was pretty tall and the counter wasn’t that high, so it was easy for him to do whatever he wanted in that moment.

you first felt his tongue, warm and soft, sliding over your folds. he took one hand off your waist and gently slid his fingers between them, spreading you open, then slid his tongue again, this time with more confidence. he pulled a sigh from you, then a moan, and soon after, more and more.

it was impossible not to grab his blond strands while he ate you like an act of worship. he started slow, testing the waters, but when he got a positive response, he began devouring you. his tongue slid over you and his fingers massaged your clit—every touch hitting your nerves, pulling guttural moans from deep inside you.

by then, your voice was louder than you wanted, but it was impossible not to moan while he was eating you so well. your climax was building deep inside, spreading along with the fluid sanji eagerly took in. every second, you felt closer to release; after so long without sex, getting that kind of attention was inevitable.

the bastard knew exactly how to eat you out, that was undeniable. at least his big mouth was good for something.

“oh, sanji, fuck... this is so good, please don’t stop... i’m gonna come,” you moaned.

then he stopped massaging your clit and started sliding his fingers inside you. he began with just one, which pulled a heavy sigh from you, then added another.

“so wet... my dick’s gonna slide into you so easy. i can’t wait to fuck you, you know?” he said, looking at you. there was so much lust in his eyes that you suddenly became aware of the situation, a faint wave of embarrassment creeping in.

his blue eyes were deep, ocean-like, holding you there while you stayed between his legs, unable to look away from him.

sanji pushed his fingers deeper, the rhythm becoming more deliberate, and you arched into him with a sharper moan each time.

when you lifted your head again, he was no longer on his knees but closer to you, his body pressing into your space while his fingers kept working you without pause. you were so close to coming that tears gathered in your eyes, your thoughts slipping further out of focus with every second.

suddenly, sanji kissed you again, this time with more hunger. he ran his tongue over your lips while holding your face, and still didn’t slow the movement of his fingers.

when he pulled away, he looked almost as undone as you felt, but his presence alone was enough to make your head spin.

“looks like i’ll have to focus on fucking and shutting you up at the same time,” he said, curling his fingers inside you — hitting your most sensitive spot with such precision it made the world around you disappear.

there was no ship, no people who might walk in and see you half-naked with your legs over him — just your heavy breathing, your almost-breaking moans, and the black-and-white flashes you now saw as shooting stars.

the orgasm hit you full force like a warm, glowing wave of pure euphoria. from your core outward, your body trembled as spasms shook your thighs, radiating from deep inside and pulsing around his fingers — now slick with you.

suddenly, sanji pulled away — but kept his fingers inside you. breathless, you watched him lower his head again, his eyes locked on yours before he slid them out and gripped your thighs, pressing them against his hips, spreading you wider.

he went back to eating you out, focused now on pulling you through your first orgasm. you were still catching your breath, so the sensation dragged you right back into it.

you barely had time to recover. your first climax still pulsed through your body as sanji showed no mercy, licking and sucking every sensitive spot.

“sanji… i… can’t…” you gasped, but the words broke into a long moan as another wave hit. your body clenched around nothing, arching as the second orgasm ripped through you in sharp pulses.

his hands held you down as your breath hitched, your whole body shaking, each contraction pulling another sound from you until the tension melted into a heavy heat spreading through your muscles and the air around you.

by then, there wasn’t a trace of hate left in you. the pleasure was so overwhelming you couldn’t think about anything else — not even the reasons you were supposed to hate sanji.

he was good at this. good at shutting your thoughts down, leaving you with nothing but that warm, scattered feeling flooding your body.

he stood up, smiling. tousled blond hair, his chin and face still marked with you. sanji opened a nearby drawer and wiped himself off, never taking his eyes off you.

“still hate me?” he asked low, voice rough.

“yeah. a lot.” you panted, still coming down from it.

“so should i keep going? you moan so damn well for someone who hates me. looks like i’m gonna have to fuck you until you forget that.”

you furrowed your brows — unsure if from pleasure or frustration — and pulled him closer. once again, your sex met his hardness. he closed his eyes, clearly just as affected as you.

“oh yeah?” you whispered. “with all this hate i’ve got, you’re gonna have to fuck me a lot, cook.”

that was enough. sanji grabbed you, lifting you off the counter and turning you around. you gave in to the sudden force, letting out a short moan.

then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, giving a few slow thrusts in the air. when you looked at him, you couldn’t help but notice the size — long, not too thick, slightly curved. you wanted him inside you. no more waiting.

“like what you see?” he asked, catching your gaze.

“i’d like it more if you stopped hesitating and just fucked me already. or are you gonna tell me you gave up?” you shot back.

sanji thrust a few times, lifted your skirt higher, and slapped your ass, making you gasp. damn him. he rubbed his cock against your pussy, gathering the wetness still there, then pushed back inside you. just the feeling of him sliding in made you moan louder than expected, arching your back on the counter.

then he lined himself up at your entrance and slowly began to slide in, stretching you out. even after cumming twice already, it was still hard to take him. he was thicker than you’d imagined just by looking.

“oh shit, so tight... you’re so damn good,” he groaned, closing his eyes and gripping your hips tightly.

once he was fully inside, he paused for a few seconds before starting to thrust hard — but not violently. the kitchen became the stage for the obscene sounds of your bodies colliding, his cock hitting all the right spots, making you see stars again.

you lifted your hips, trying to help him reach that spot. sanji got it immediately, holding you tight as he pounded harder, chasing his own orgasm.

his cock stretched your walls beautifully, and you felt like you were in heaven. his moans were delicious, and you were overwhelmed with pleasure. you buried your face in your arms, trying not to moan louder, but it was impossible.

before long, another orgasm built inside you. your legs trembled and your muscles contracted softly — a total contrast to the firm thrusts you were receiving.

then sanji, with gentle strength, tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled your face toward his. his movements were calm, even while fucking you hard.

“look at me while you come,” he said in a husky voice, keeping his rhythm. you felt every inch of his cock hitting all the right spots, making you roll your eyes in ecstasy.

“damn, you’re so beautiful,” he moaned again, almost purring.

“fuck you, sanji,” you said, your body tensing against his.

“fucking you sounds a lot more interesting.”

screw him.

another climax hit you — even stronger than the first two. your legs trembled harder, your abdomen contracted, spilling your release, and you didn’t even care.

“that’s it, come for me. you’re so beautiful coming on my cock. i’m gonna make you come on it every time,” sanji’s voice came out low, almost breathless in your ear. “ah, yeah… i’m close… fuck.”

in moments, he came too. sanji pulled out and spilled over your thighs, coating you with his release.

when you finally came down from your high, sanji was already cleaning you up. once he finished, you stood up and noticed you’d stained his pants all over. it would be hard to explain that to whoever did the laundry that week.

you slid off the counter and sat on the floor. sanji sat across from you, still completely messy.

“what are you thinking about?” he broke the silence.

“that was better than i expected.”

he smiled at that. “but you’re still a complete idiot. and that was the first and last time. besides, i need to get out of here and shower before everyone arrives. and we gotta clean up this mess. what about you? what’s on your mind?”

“that you look prettier when you come than when you’re hating me.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. sanji stood up and held out his hand, which you took. then he told you to sneak out the back.

luckily, no one saw you. half an hour later, the others arrived — enough time for sanji to get himself together and tidy the kitchen.

dinner got kinda awkward after that, and it wasn’t the last time you two hooked up.

sometimes, hating someone was kinda nice. at least it brought amazing orgasms and a decent dinner afterwards.

after a nasty scuffle with an undercover marine at the last docked island, Nami suffered a sprained wrist from a failed thunder tempo. Chopper instructed that in order for her to heal properly and within her insistent time frame of one week, she must avoid strenuous activities that could make her injury worse.

a few days after the incident you found Nami cradling her wrist, wincing in pain as she tried to discreetly complete the finishing marks on one of the smaller islands on her map. it was in that moment that you offered to complete the map for her, reassuring her that you would follow her thorough notes down to the last letter. to your surprise, Nami agreed, throwing her arms around your shoulders as she voiced her gratitude. 

now, you resented your kind heart as it did nothing to soothe the unforgiving tension in your back.

the faint sound of three knocks against the door to the captain’s quarters pulled your attention from attempting to massage your own neck, your hand falling to the desk with a dull thud. 

“come in,” you called softly, suddenly aware of the fact that most of your crew members would be asleep at this hour. 

the door opened with low creak, and a familiar pair of big brown eyes and a mischievous smile slowly peered from the other side. your heart fluttered at the sight of your captain, a soft smile pulling at your lips as you beckoned him to enter. Luffy beamed at the gesture, his bare feet happily slapping against the floor as he made his way over to you. strong arms draped themselves over your shoulders as Luffy hugged you from behind, his plush lips traveling eagerly down your neck and shoulders. 

“whatcha working on, pretty girl?” he asked, his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin behind your ear. 

“the same thing that i’ve been working on all day,” you sighed, the hefty exhaustion suddenly apparent in your voice as you leaned into his touch. but as much as you’d love to drop whatever you were doing and join your boyfriend in his bed, you had a promise to uphold. and since the person linked to that promise had a reputation of collecting debts whenever she so pleased, you really couldn’t afford to break it. 

“i’m hungry, baby,” Luffy whined, his chin now resting on your shoulder as his slender fingers fiddled with the delicate bow holding your nightgown together by your breasts. 

“i’m about ninety-five percent sure Sanji left you a snack in the galley for such an occasion,” you insisted, adjusting yourself in your seat before continuing your sketch of a small patch of land west of Alubarna. a fond warmth filled your chest as you skimmed over your navigator’s careful notes of Alabasta, her reverence for her lover’s country evident in the way she follows — and notes — its current events. “i’m busy, Lu. you know Nami would have my head if i didn’t complete this section by tonight! i’ll come find you when i’m done, i promise.” 

you didn’t miss the way Luffy sunk further into your neck, no doubt pouting over your disloyalty. 

“but i don’t want food..” Luffy mumbled, his voice suddenly low and husky. 

you paid no mind to the shift in his demeanor, however, as there was a much more concerning issue at hand. “what?! you —  the man that swallowed and choked on a turkey leg because the meat ‘wasn’t enough’ — doesn’t want food?”

“that was one time!” he fussed, his neck contorting to lean over onto your chest in a way that would be uncomfortable for anyone who wasn’t made of rubber. “this is different..”

“you’re crazy,” you chuckled, shaking your head as you resumed your task. 

a few beats of stiff silence passed before Luffy’s mouth was back on you, his kisses slow and intentional as he made his way down your shoulder. your breath hitched in your throat as he slithered down to your chest, gently suckling the plush skin that resided on your breast. 

“Luffy,” you warned, trying your best to maintain your composure and focus on the task at hand. but the quick rise and fall of your traitorous lungs began to convince only spurred him on. “i’m working..” 

“i know,” Luffy insisted against your collarbone, his teeth grazing your skin as he became more determined. 

“ohhkayyy well if you know, then can i please get back to my work?” you chuckled, pulling him off gently and bringing his lips to your own in a chaste kiss. “you know i love you, but the faster you leave me alone, the faster we can spend time together.” 

“but that’s no fun,” he argued, his eyes dark with want. “plus, i like seeing you all worked up; it’s hot.” 

your cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment and your heightened arousal, “flattery will get you nowhere.” 

Luffy grinned against your skin, puffs of hot air blowing against your exposed shoulder as continued his voyage southward, “we’ll see about that.” 

rolling your eyes you picked up your quill, clearing your throat loudly to prove your point that you were entirely unaffected by your boyfriend’s mouth traveling down your body. the absence of Luffy's heated touch certainly raised some alarm bells in your mind, but you chose to ignore the feeling and opted to appreciate the peace. that was until long, calloused fingers slowly made their way between your thighs as you were busy perfecting the rigid landscape of some other far-off island. your hand stuttered once you realized that Luffy was burying himself beneath your nightgown. 

Luffy began toying your panties between his teeth, his calculated nipping and licking gradually soaking the fabric further. strong, calloused palms slipped up your gown and gripped around your waist, kneading the plush skin tenderly as he worked his way against your core. your resolve crumbled slowly as you became helpless to his touch, your thighs spreading subconsciously to provide him better access. a satisfied hum reverberated against the wood of your seat, Luffy’s tongue slowly lapping at your core with more fervor. 

“there you go,” he purred, hooking his fingers through the waistband and tugging downward. “just sit still for me, ‘kay?” 

the warmth of his breath against you caused your hips to stutter and buck as you chased that sensation, soft moans escaping your lips as the delicate quill threatened to snap under your need for control; for stability. muffled moans rumbled against your sopping cunt as Luffy continued to feast on you, his skilled tongue exploring every fold and crevice. you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the mess between your thighs as you slowly writhed against him, sneakily chasing your climax while the map in front of you clouded behind your lust. 

your head lolled back as a hand slithered down to his head, your fingers carding through his jet-black hair as you forcefully tore him from you. a lewd pop sounded as his eyes met yours, the string of saliva tethering the two of you shimmering beneath the warm candlelight.

“i told you to let me work,” you panted, the heat behind your annoyance weakened with desperation. 

“doesn’t look like you mind very much,” Luffy smirked through lidded eyes, sweeping his thumb across his swollen lips to lick up every drop you left behind. “c’mon baby, play with me.” 

his bare chest and neck glistening with your slick was truly a sight to behold — the future Pirate King practically drunk off your sweet cunt. but there was no way you’d let him get what he wants that easily. “you wanna play? fine, but we’re playing by my rules. get up and go lay down.” 

obedience has always been the antithesis of Monkey D. Luffy's entire existence, as his freedom derived from the ability to live life by the beat of his own drum. but when it came to you, he was ready to abandon everything he believed in. his willingness to heed your every beck and call didn't come from fear or obligation; it came from trust. a mutual trust that you understood the value of one another, that you wouldn't try to change or hide what you really wanted. with you, Luffy could be vulnerable — sharing the silent burdens of his fears and desires that weigh so heavily on someone so young. and within that vulnerability lies the freedom to let go, to bask in joys of being carefree and having the world at his fingertips.

the old wood of the bed frame groaned under Luffy's weight, tossing himself enthusiastically onto the plush mattress. his smile was a mixture of pure delight that you agreed to his antics, and a low intensity of a hunger that only you could sate.

the small flames flickering atop the candles enveloped the cabin in an orange glow, Luffy's sharp features more pronounced beneath the shadows. every muscle chiseled and carved to perfection, the eager rise and fall of his scarred chest hypnotizing you with every step forward. you held eye contact as you slowly tugged at the aforementioned bow holding your top together, the delicate fabric now falling open to reveal your breasts.

you didn't miss the way Luffy absentmindedly chewed on his bottom lip, his focus settling on your bare chest as he raises himself to reach out and touch. but because you were a bit of a masochist, you denied his silent request, setting a palm on the center of his forehead and sending him backwards. a low huff of shock mingled with the sound of rustling sheets as you climbed on top of him, your thighs straddling his bare torso.

"you can look, but you can't touch," you whispered, soft and low against his ear that it could have easily been mistaken for a growl.

you rose again to grind yourself against his abs, the delicious friction sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you began to play with your breasts. blown pupils swallowed the honey-colored irises of the eyes below you, the pair hypnotized as he followed every rise and roll of your hips.

"p- please, let me touch," Luffy groaned, pleading as his pants grew tighter beneath you. his restless hands flew to tug at his hair once you shook your head, his frustration getting lost in your breathless moaning as you quickened your pace above.

your palms found their way onto his chest, roughly kneading his pecs as you used them as leverage. the sweat coating his skin made for an easy slip that allowed you to explore his chest freely, completely lost in the way his flesh gave beneath your fingertips. you payed extra attention to the large scar that decorated his chest, lowering yourself to plant gentle kisses over the textured skin. your small act of tenderness did not shatter the thick tension, but eased it into something comfortable; something familiar.

his scar was a blemish he was not proud of, serving as a constant reminder of his failure to protect the person he held closest to his heart. you didn't miss the way he tensed beneath you as you wandered too close to it, his intense gaze faltering ever-so-slightly. but the sensation of your gentle lips over his heart reeled him back home, tethering him to the present. a present where it was just you and him, basking in each other's desire.

your lips made their way north, nipping and sucking along the column of his neck. Luffy's throat rumbled beneath you as a moan escaped his lips, his breathing stuttering while you continued to ravage his skin. you pulled away with another soft kiss, admiring your work as his tanned skin bruised into a deep maroon.

you briefly met Luffy's eyes once more before dipping back down, crashing your lips fiercely against his. rather than cradling your cheeks in the way he always does, Luffy's arms remained obediently by his side, raising his neck to push further into you instead. his willingness to stay under your control turned you on unbelievably so, the kiss growing more fervid as the moments pass. a subtle swipe of your tongue across his bottom lip was all it took to permit your entrance into his mouth, committing his taste and sounds to memory. taking his chin into your hand, you angled his head to allow yourself to dive deeper, taking his tongue completely into your mouth and sucking. the sensation of you gliding erotically around his tongue left Luffy arching into you, nerves fraying beneath his arousal.

you broke away with a loud smack, your crimson cheeks mirroring the harsh flush of Luffy's face and chest beneath you. if you didn't know any better, you would have thought he came right then and there, blissed out and basking in the afterglow. but you knew he was more resilient than that, and there was no way he was leaving without his fill.

your hips continued their bucking and rolling, drifting further and further down to his clothed cock. the metallic button of his shorts laying just below his belly button provided an intoxicating friction against your dripping cunt that sent jolts of arousal up your spine, driving yourself deeper into him. Luffy writhed beneath you as your ass pressed against his length, fully erect and sensitive to your touch.

"f- fuck, [y/n]!" Luffy cried, his hips treacherously rising to meet yours. "let me inside you, please."

you could tell from his stuttering hips and erratic breathing that he was close. too close.

you ceased your grinding at once, hovering teasingly over his twitching cock. the cool ocean breeze that made its way into the room from the porthole blew gently over your hot, sticky cunt. Luffy's groans of protest drowned under the crash of your lips on his, releasing them briefly to moan into his mouth. growing impatient, Luffy's kisses became sloppier and more frantic as he chased his arousal. you could feel his body vibrating beneath your fingertips as you placed your hands against his cheeks, cradling his face to ground him in the moment.

the pathetic whines escaping his lips almost had you giving in to what Luffy wanted, ready to reward him for making it this far under your command.

almost.

your fingers inched closer and closer to the edge of his lips, the swollen skin promising an easy entrance. entirely lost in the taste of you, Luffy didn't seem to notice the shift in your demeanor, continuing his greedy rampage. it wasn't until he could no longer feel your plush lips against his where he faltered, the passion dwindling as confusion slowly took over.

"baby, wh—"

"suck." you instructed, your fingers driving deeper into his mouth. Luffy's lips sealed themselves skeptically around you, his tongue slowly finding a rhythm he liked. saliva garbled and dripped salaciously down your hand as Luffy sucked on your fingers, his dark eyes never leaving yours. you could feel the low rumble of his moaning against your fingers, working his tongue over and through them.

"god, you're so fucking good at that," you cooed, unabashedly showering your boyfriend in praise. "such a good boy, Lu."

"mmph!" Luffy moaned around your fingers, an attempt at voicing his delight.

the dangerous push and pull of his tongue as he took you further into his mouth left you breathless. the sensation of blood rushing to the tips of your fingers slowly became addictive, time lulling with every swallow. Luffy's desire returned tenfold, working his tongue between the webs of your fingers and over the beds of your fingernails. it was the most glorious sight — a strong, resilient man wholly surrendering himself to you, permitting a glance into his most vulnerable state.

it was a long shot, you'll admit, as you weren't exactly sure if Luffy would have been into such a thing. but to see him overcome that final hurdle of obedience is what solidified your need for the man beneath you.

using your free hand, you unclasped the buckle of his shorts, his cock eagerly springing before you. your eyes widened at the sight of his length, hard and leaking with arousal. collecting the last remnants of spit from his mouth, you brought your hand from his mouth to his cock, stroking at a leisurely pace.

a soft groan of pleasure escaped Luffy's mouth as you continued your ministrations, his strong brows furrowing with restraint. his hips began to buck into yours as he chased his climax, brown eyes transforming into a stark white as they rolled to the back of his head.

"you did so good for me, Luffy," you praised, a smirk dancing across your lips as a whine could be heard from below.

"can i touch you now?" Luffy asked, ever impatient while his breathing labored. his eyelids drooped low under the weight of his arousal, his jaw slack against his chest as he kept his eyes on you. Luffy's features were much sharper under the candlelight, the shadows sculpting every dip and crevice that graced his figure. while his muscles became more defined, Luffy's delicate features were highlighted beautifully. from the high points of his cheek bones to the swoop of his button nose, Luffy was just that: beautiful.

you released a sweet chuckle as you nodded your head, "only after i do this."

taking his length more firmly into your grasp, you shifted to line yourself up, teasingly dragging your cunt over the sensitive tip. the hiss of pleasure erupted from Luffy's mouth as he arched into you, his body shuddering as you sunk down onto him. your wet, tight core clenched around his drooling cock, the sensation of feeling so full as you began to rock caused a guttural moan to spill out of you.

"fuck," you drawled, jaw slack as your hips rolled over him. jolts of arousal shot up your spine, causing your thighs to burn and tremble with every touch.

propped up on his elbows, Luffy's dark eyes flickered from your blissed out expression above him, to the sight of his cock sinking further into you. the sinful noise of your slick pooling over the space where you two met filled the room, the sound interrupted by the delicious moans and huffs. Luffy watched as you used him, entirely lost in your own pleasure as you rode him into the mattress, your trembling hands finding their way to kneading your breasts.

you could feel your orgasm building with every thrust, Luffy's twitching cock hitting your spot just right. it was only a matter of time before you came all over him, but you wanted to hold onto this control for a little while longer.

"touch me," you commanded breathlessly, your voice soft enough to be mistaken as a whisper.

but your instruction had not fallen on deaf ears, as a pair of calloused hands made their way to the soft plush of skin that made its home on your waist. the touch was electric, addictive in the way it grounded you in the moment shared. as much fun dominating your captain had been, it was refreshing reverting to that comfortable intimacy you loved so much.

his grip on your waist allowed him to drive further into you, his cock viciously slamming into your cervix as he quickened his pace. propping yourself on his knees, you arched your back obscenely as you threw your head back, screaming into the open air.

"fuck, yes! oh my- right there, Luffy, don't stop!"

"c-cant..." Luffy groaned, his voice drifting as he focused on thrusting into you with everything he has. and now that he was granted permission to touch you — to hold you under his fingertips — he was never going to let you go. "fuck, i gotta— or i'm gonna—"

you brought your head back to stare at the man below you, brows furrowing as you tried to decode what he was babbling about. "what was that, Lu? i can't understaAH—"

the world suddenly spun into a blur around you as your back hit the cozy mattress, the smell of Luffy and sex flooding your senses. you had no time to recover, however, as Luffy threw your legs over his shoulder and continued to plow into you. the sinful sound of skin slapping filled the room, followed by husky moans that fell into the junction where your head met your shoulders. the low grumbles of pleasure melted into your skin as Luffy placed his lips along the column of your neck, gently suckling as he mumbled absentmindedly.

"you're so pretty and— ah— perfect. just for me," he began, his tender words lost under the melody of your arousal.

you could feel his hips stuttering as he approached the crest of his orgasm, his thrusts becoming much more erratic. his fingers traveled from the nape of your neck to card through your hair, grasping a fistful of strands to fuse your bodies together. your thighs tense and tremble as you reached your climax, your vision going white as you clench around him.

just as he had been all night, it didn't take Luffy very long to follow your lead. his hips stalled as he came inside of you, thick ropes of cum coating your walls as he shudders against you. coming down from the euphoria, you feel soft lips gracing the underside of your jaw, planting tender kisses as Luffy sets you down to rest properly on the mattress.

a wave of exhaustion washes over you as you relax into his touch, his presence inside of you gone as he shifts to make you more comfortable. a few silent moments pass before you feel an intense gaze, cracking an eye open to peer at the man looming above you.

any formidable foe who has had the misfortune of being on the receiving end of Monkey D. Luffy's wrath would have cowered at the sight of such a strong presence. but because you occupied a large part of his big, soft heart, there was nothing but pure adoration in his gaze. bringing a gentle hand to your face, Luffy swept the unkempt strands of hair that stuck to your sticky forehead behind your ear.

"hey, [y/n]..."

"yes?"

"would you kill me if i told you i was still hungry?"

so much for romance.

"get out of my face."

og got restricted so thanks for the warm welcome back!

“I want to eat something.” were the only words that left his lips. The tips of his fingers stroked your back slowly, but he pulled his hands away when Usopp approached, tugging him by the arm to pull him away from you.

You sighed in relief, because you didn’t even know how to respond to him anyway. Your captain was unpredictable; his words didn’t always match his actions, and his thoughts could change in an instant. Not that it was a complaint, like everyone else in the crew, you were used to it.

You decided to venture out across the island, looking for some attraction that could pull you out of your thoughts long enough to stop worrying about things beyond your control. Then you saw the large sign: Massage Area. You couldn’t help but smile and rush toward it.

Inside, you saw people coming and going from the private rooms, while others simply chatted among themselves. “This way, miss,” a girl pulled you toward a double bed room, asking you to undress so she could provide you with the experience of a lifetime.

To your surprise, Robin was lying on the table next to yours. You had actually expected Nami more than her, she seemed like the type of girl who loved being pampered without much effort, but a familiar face was better than none. “Oh, I thought you were with Luffy!” you tried to read some hidden meaning in her words, but the way she spoke gave nothing away. “The captain’s been really attached to you, though… well, he’s clingy with everyone.”

You nodded, deciding it was better than saying something stupid. Was he clingy with everyone? Maybe he was; after all, she had spent more time with him than you had. But it was public knowledge that Luffy was friendly with everyone. “I guess we’re good friends.” you said, closing your eyes as your body relaxed under the massage. If she answered, you didn’t hear her. You were too immersed in the experience, your mind had drifted so far away that your cheeks warmed as you confused the masseuse’s hands for your captain’s. It was foolish, so you opened your eyes suddenly and tried to clear your mind.

“You okay?” Robin had a mischievous smile as she watched you with amusement. “I think you might have a little fever,” she said, pointing at your flushed cheeks.

“Uhm, yeah, I’m fine.” You turned your face, embarrassed, as your companion’s laughter filled the room. You mentally slapped yourself, though you didn’t want to place all the blame on yourself, Luffy certainly had his share. It was his fault for touching you so firmly and delicately that the masseuse’s hands played with your mind, making you believe they were his.

You just needed to relax. truly and fully relax.

Ever since you found out about the sauna, you couldn’t stop thinking about the moment you’d finally put your body inside that cloud of steam. That would be the cherry on top, the perfect ending after the massage and the delicious piece of pork you’d just eaten.

What felt strange was that you hadn’t seen any sign of Luffy anywhere, not even at the buffet, which worried you a lot since he loves eating, especially meat. You wanted to look for him but your nakamas told you to forget about him and enjoy the vacation. Still, you couldn’t help thinking he might be in danger, an idea you immediately discarded, he’s loud by default.

So you went to the sauna to relax not only your body, but your mind as well. When you opened the door, you saw the steamy room, barely able to see enough inside. You took off your towel, draping it over the hook next to the door, staying you in your bikini and ready to relax.

But in one corner of the room was the last person you expected to see: Luffy. Eyes closed, strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead from the steam. Your gaze lingered on his chest, rising and falling slowly, his hands resting on his thighs. The heat that spread through your body was impossible to deny. You could say it was because of the sauna, but that would be lying to yourself.

Ever since you started that kind of sexual friendship with Luffy, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about him in every filthy way possible. At first you felt bad, he’s your captain and you didn’t even know if he felt the same. But when your hands first touched each other like that, it became impossible to see him any other way without guilt.

“Don’t you want to sit next to me?” his raspy voice filled the room, making your heart beat so hard you thought it might jump out of your chest. You wanted to answer, but you didn’t have the strength, so your legs automatically moved toward him. Your thigh brushed against his swim trunks, but deep down you wished it was his skin against yours.

“I was worried about you,” you whispered, like it was a secret you didn’t want anyone else to know.

He didn’t reply, just reached out and brushed your arm with delicate fingers. His eyes locked with yours and the way he looked at you made your legs press together with anticipation. You licked your lips, because despite the heat of the room and the sweat running down your body, they felt dry. You let him touch you, his hands sliding past your hips, squeezing between your inner thighs, making a shiver shoot up your spine. In the end, that was exactly what you wanted, what you craved.

“I’ve been here all day, bored… you know, my favorite food left me alone.” he whispered against your ear before giving your earlobe a short lick. His hands left your thighs, dragging over your body with suffocating slowness, like he wanted to memorize every inch of you.

The steam made the moment even hotter. There was no way what you felt was only from the heat coming off Luffy’s body.

“Captain,” you gasped when his teeth bit into your neck. Your hands slid up his nape, burying your fingers in his damp hair, letting him grab your hips and pull you onto his lap, your pussy grinding down against his thigh.

This time he bit your neck harder, a small cry escaping your lips as your head fell back, your hands tugging his hair hard. The way he kissed your neck after that bite made you bite your own lips.

“You don’t know what you do to me when you call me that,” he said between bites, his hands slipping under the fabric of your bikini to squeeze your ass in his palms, moving your hips against his thigh and grinding your aching pussy on him. “You’ve got a little drop of water here…” he murmured while licking your neck, stopping at your jaw, tugging the thin layer of skin between his teeth.

You were already half dazed from his little touches, the heat of the sauna only amplifying what was already building inside you. You didn’t know what it was about him that made you tremble with desire and need. Maybe it was the way he touched you, the way he looked at you, the way he cared for you. Maybe it was all of it, and you were just lying to yourself by saying you were just friends with benefits, because friends don’t look at each other the way you two do every night.

“You’re such a pretty little thing.” His hands brushed the damp strands of hair off your forehead, tucking them behind your ears before locking eyes with you. “And that’s why I’m going to eat you up,” he whispered before crashing his lips onto yours in a wet, desperate kiss, his hands sliding into your hair, tugging hard into his fists.

His tongue licked your lips before forcing its way inside. Luffy tangled his tongue with yours, licking and sucking it like his life depended on it. He was greedy, anxious, desperate to have all of you in that kiss. Your gasps mixed with the wet sound of your mouths, every grind of his body against yours only feeding the fire between your thighs.

Your hips rolled against his thigh, short and messy movements, your pussy grinding down on the fabric of his shorts and all you could think about was how badly you wanted nothing between your skin and his.

His hands were everywhere, squeezing and grabbing your body while his mouth devoured yours. You pulled away for a breath, resting your forehead against his, a string of saliva connecting you. Your ragged breathing against his, his hot skin pressed to yours, reminding you that this was real. The way he tore your bikini top and wrapped his mouth around your breast nailed that truth down even harder.

His lips closed around your nipple, sucking hard as his free hand grabbed your ass and forced you to grind harder against his thigh. You moaned against his shoulder, moving your hips until your clit rubbed just right against him.

“Luffy,” you panted, hands sliding down his abs. In response, he only bounced his leg beneath you. You moved harder, chasing that sharp edge of release. “Please…”

A sharp bite to your nipple made you choke back a moan. Your nipples were rock hard, and the attention he gave them only made you wetter. His hand left your ass to pinch the other nipple, rolling it roughly while his tongue licked the other with hungry need.

You could feel your pussy clenching down in waves, your hands pulling his hair to keep him pressed to your chest, whimpering in pleasure when his tongue hit just the right spot.

You didn’t want to be the only one being spoiled by him, so your hand slipped into his trunks, wrapping your fingers around his hard cock, rubbing your thumb over the wet tip of precum. He groaned against your chest, muffling it into your nipple. In response, he pinched the other one harder, but all you could feel was pure pleasure.

Your hand pumped up and down, trying to match the rhythm with the grind of your hips. But you couldn’t, the need throbbing in your pussy demanded more attention than you could give his cock.

But Luffy had no intention of leaving you hanging. He grabbed your other leg and hooked it over his thigh, spreading you open completely for him. You adjusted, knees braced against the wood he was sitting on.

While his mouth stayed latched onto your other nipple, his hands ripped your bikini bottoms apart, exposing your soaked pussy to the steam, making you clench. A sharp slap against your cunt made you squeeze his cock hard enough to draw a groan from his lips.

“You want it?” he asked, staring into your eyes, his lips swollen and red from sucking your tits. His knuckles brushed over your pussy slowly. “You just have to say yes. You just have to promise you’ll always be here whenever I wanna eat you up.”

You nodded, grinding against his fingers, but he pulled his hand away, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. “I wanna hear you say it.” Another slap. Then another. And another. “Come on, baby, let your captain hear you.”

“Please…” your voice broke on the word, but it was his teeth tugging at your nipple that kept you from answering properly. “Touch me.”

He smirked, playful, in that way that always made you shiver. His lips brushed yours in a short kiss as his fingers slid to your entrance, spreading your wetness before sinking two deep inside you without warning. The movement was fast, wet, direct, and your body clenched tight around him. He pumped hard, every thrust of his fingers deeper, the sticky sounds echoing in the room. His thumb circled lazily over your clit while his wrist fucked you rough, every moan of yours driving him faster.

Your head dropped to his shoulder, biting your lip hard to stifle the sounds spilling from your throat. “You like that?” his rough voice only made you more aware of how much you wanted him.

There was certainty in his gaze, like you were completely at his mercy. The line between pleasure and pain blurred, and all you could do was give in to the intensity, wishing he’d never stop.

You nodded quickly, threading your fingers into the hair at his nape, pulling him down against your chest. “Suck them, please,” you whispered, feeling the rush of need and urgency between you.

Luffy grinned, pleased, before closing his lips around your skin possessively. The plea in your voice lit him up even more. His mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking hard, his eyes fixed on you, watching every reaction. His fingers pumped deep, his palm grinding your clit, making it impossible not to squeeze around him. The wet sound of your cunt filled the sauna.

Moans tumbled from your lips over and over, his name mixed between them. You tried to close your legs, but his thighs held them wide. “Ride my fingers.” Luffy had a thing for watching you bounce on his fingers since the first time and it had turned into his dirty little obsession.

You didn’t hesitate, bracing your knees on the seat, hands gripping his shoulders as you started moving your hips. Up and down, your ass bouncing on his fingers, his digits spreading inside you like scissors. Having you like this was a pleasure only he had, and he wanted to keep it that way forever, because to him, you were his and pleasing you was his favorite thing to do.

His lips found yours again, his tongue shoving into your mouth, forcing you to let him in. He sucked on your tongue greedily, all hunger, all impulse.

You mewled in pleasure as you rolled your hips against his hand, breaking the kiss with a loud moan echoing through the sauna. Your walls clenched hard around his fingers, your slick dripping down his hand. Luffy pulled his fingers out, giving your pussy a sharp smack that made you squeeze again.

A few seconds after riding out your high, you looked at him with pleading, shiny eyes. He might have his fixations with you, but you weren’t any better, your biggest obsession was having his cock down your throat. That’s why you slid off his lap, down to your knees in front of him, your hands sliding over his thighs as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his trunks and tugged them down. His cock, rock hard thanks to you, sprang free.

Precum dripped from the shiny tip, that bubblegum pink head making your mouth water. “You don’t know how pretty you look between my legs,” he said, taking his cock and rubbing it across your face, a rough moan slipping from his lips. “You gonna be good for me and take it all?” His free hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, dragging you to his cock and smearing it against your lips.

You nodded, licking the precum off your lips, opening your mouth to take him like the good girl you were for him.

Luffy loved the scene in front of him, knowing you wanted this just as much as he did. That he could have your body anytime he wanted, and you’d answer by getting wet for him it made him harder than should be possible. “Fuck, the view’s so good from here,” he groaned, feeling you suck him like it was the only thing you needed to live.

His heavy balls sat in your hand, being massaged to give him the same pleasure he gave you minutes ago. You tried to use your free hand to stroke what your mouth couldn’t reach, but a sharp slap made you pull it away. Your eyes shot up to his face when you felt him stand up, one hand gripping your hair, the other cupping your cheek.

“Remember to breathe through your nose, yeah? Don’t want my favorite toy choking on me.”

You braced yourself, your mouth was about to be used for his pleasure. You dug your hands into his thighs, holding tight as he started fucking your mouth. The little groans spilling from him, the way his hips teased you by just letting you taste the tip before slamming all the way in.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” he rasped, his voice rough and low with desire. You let yourself sink into the lust, swirling your tongue around him as much as his thrusts allowed, savoring every groan that slipped past his lips. His breathing got heavier, each exhale winding you up more.

His cock slid in and out of your mouth fast, every thrust trying to reach the back of your throat. You clung hard to his thighs, nails digging into his skin as you fought not to choke. Your watery eyes looked up at him, but he only mocked your reaction, wiping the mix of saliva and his precum dripping from your lips.

“Wasn’t this what you wanted?” the teasing tone in his moan filled voice didn’t go unnoticed. “You just gotta please your captain a little more, ugh.” His eyes squeezed shut, his thrusts rough, his pelvis smacking into your nose making you gag as you struggled for air.

In his rush for pleasure, you took a bit more control, wrapping a hand around his base and stroking. You started jerking him off, hand moving up and down, thumb pressing on the wet tip and rubbing it, while you filled your tongue with spit and ran it along his shaft, feeling every vein pulse against it.

Your lips wrapped around the head to suck hard, and then, when he took control back, you let him keep fucking your throat like his little sex toy. His hips snapped fast and rough, tears rolling down your cheeks as a muffled moan vibrated around his cock. You sucked hard again, desperate to drain him, craving his cum filling your mouth.

“Come here.” he ordered, yanking your hair up to kiss you, tasting himself in your mouth, shoving his tongue in to explore every part of it. His hands grabbed your tits, fingers twisting your nipples, pulling and rolling them.

Your thighs were slippery, not just from cumming on his fingers, but from dripping wet, ready for him to fuck your pussy as hard as he did your throat.

He shoved you against the wall, the hot wood sending shocks through your body until you clenched around nothing. “Captain, fuck me,” you moaned mid kiss, his fingers still tugging at your nipples, his hard cock pressed against your stomach.

Your tits finally got a break, because at this point neither of you was thinking rationally. Luffy had you pinned against the wall by the door, anyone passing by could’ve seen two horny adults fucking in a public space but neither of you cared.

Luffy lifted one of your legs up onto his shoulder, leaving you completely open for him. He rubbed his tip against your pussy before slamming inside in one thrust. “Ugh!” you whimpered, weakly hitting his shoulder, not enough to hurt him. Your head leaned back on the wall, and your other leg left the floor, you were completely at his mercy now.

“You’ve got such a greedy pussy, just look how it takes me.” he groaned, pounding into you hard, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. The filthy sound of skin on skin, mixed with the sauna’s heat and both your sweat, only added to the haze of lust.

All you could do was moan and babble nonsense. Luffy wasn’t just fucking you in the most delicious way possible, he had your brain fucked too, making you unable to think about anything except how insanely good it felt.

“Harder, oh please harder,” you begged like a desperate slut hungry for his cock, clenching around him. “Give me more,” you kept pleading.

Luffy was just as drunk on you, pussy drunk and gone, nodding while gripping your thighs to keep you spread wide. His hips slammed into you with force, pushing deeper and deeper. Each thrust a reminder of who was fucking you, and you took every one gladly.

You cried out in pleasure. You were so full, and still swore you felt him swelling inside you. Your tits bounced with every thrust, his cock slamming into your pussy echoed in the room, the wet squelching sounds filling the sauna. His balls smacked your ass with every move, adding another sensation that drove you insane.

The curve of his cock was perfect, every push hitting your sweet spot, waves of pleasure surging through you. Luffy growled, his face twisted between focus and delight as he stared at you, loving how your body responded to every thrust.

His hand slid down between you, searching for that spot that would break you. With practiced ease, his fingers found your clit, pressing just enough to make your body shake. You clawed at his back harder, every brush of his fingers adding to the intensity of his thrusts.

Your moans grew louder, impossible to hold back as he pushed you into waves of pleasure. “Luffy, I can’t… I’m close,” you managed, the pressure inside you building, dragging you right to the edge.

“That’s what I want, baby,” he murmured, speeding up his fingers while his hips kept up their relentless rhythm. “I want you to melt for me.”

You felt like a storm of sensations, every thrust and every touch ripping away your sense of time. The room was full of whispers, moans, and the wet smack of skin on skin. With every move of his hand, the pressure built higher, and you knew you were about to break. “Ahh, I can’t anymore,” you whimpered, your eyes rolling back.

“I’m gonna cream you so good,” he growled, voice low and rough, while his cock and hand worked together to push you over. “Fuck, I wanna see my cum dripping out of that pretty pussy.” And when you finally snapped, the climax hit like a wave, stealing your breath as pleasure swallowed you whole.

You felt Luffy tense above you, his breathing fast, almost like a warning of what was coming. Every thrust grew sharper, fueled by the buildup between you both. His hands gripped your hips tight, making sure you couldn’t escape as he chased his own release.

“I’m gonna…” he groaned, voice raw and heavy with desire. “I’m gonna fill you up.”

His eyes burned with lust and satisfaction, every movement dragging him closer to the edge. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears as he gave in completely, muscles locking as his cock swelled harder inside you.

With one last deep thrust, Luffy let out a guttural growl, primal and raw, filling the room. The world blurred as he came, spilling his seed inside you, letting it flood your walls and mix with your own orgasm. You felt him coat your tight, gummy walls, the heat of his cum spreading inside you.

You clung to him, feeling each wave rock through his body, every twitch sending sparks through your skin. His eyes closed for a second, his breath ragged and heavy, like he was releasing every ounce of tension he’d been holding.

Then he leaned forward, eyes locked on you, watching every tiny movement. He wanted to see it, wanted to witness everything he gave you spilling back out. His face carried that raw possessiveness, like filling you was his way of marking you, claiming you as his.

“Does it always look like that… or just with me, ‘cause I fill you so much?” his eyes were fixed on your pussy like it was the juiciest cut of meat. “Think you can drip more if I stuff you again?”

You covered your face, embarrassed heat flooding your chest. You didn’t even know what to say, so you only nodded, a nervous little laugh slipping out.

“Keep it for me,” he ordered, fingers scooping up the cum leaking from your hole and shoving it back inside, not willing to waste a drop. Luffy lowered you off his body, your feet finally touching the floor again. “I wanna fuck you again, let me do it. Can I?” his voice low, needy, almost begging. How could you say no to that?

“Yes, please,” you breathed, already feeling your body gearing up to take him all over again.