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Two sets of feet kicked up the dirt as they sprinted down the path in Foosha village, their laughter and petulant complaints following behind them — but it was all in good fun.

"L-Luffy!" You cried out from behind him, struggling to keep up with his fast pace and eager strides. Luffy only giggled, abruptly turning around to grab your wrist and drag you alongside him. You have been friends with him for a couple years now, before he ever met Shanks. You were the only friend he had currently that was his age, and he was the same for you.

The people in the village gave the two seven year olds a wide berth, as Luffy's excitement never knew the difference between friend or foe.

"No way!" He shouts, brimming with excitement, "Shanks is here! Gotta see him!"

You yelped as he tugged you along to the Partys Bar, bursting through the doors. He didn't let go of you yet, both of your chests heaving — though for different reasons; He was excited, and you were out of breath.

The Red Hair Pirates paused at the loud entrance, their chatter stopping briefly as they looked over. It was silent for a few good seconds before they exploded in noise — laughing and greeting the two of you.

Shanks leaned against the counter with his head lazily in his hand, straw hat atop his head, as he regarded you two fondly. "Ah. Was wondering when the brat would show up," He snickered teasingly, referring to Luffy. His eyes trailed over to you, his eyes softer but no less fond, "Good to see you too."

You waved while Luffy grinned widely, tugging you forward closer to Shanks with his steps becoming more bouncy and excited the closer he got. "Shanks! Shanks!" He cheered, finally letting go of you to hop up on the stool beside him, his eyes gleaming with joy, "Let me join your crew! Come on, come on! I'm strong!"

"Oh-ho? Are you now?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Mmmm…" Shanks paused, twirling the drink in his hand a few times before smirking at the eager kid. Makino giggled into her hand from behind the counter.

"I don't need another anchor on my ship. Maybe when you are older."

"Why did you have to get older?" You grumbled at the dock on Foosha Village, staring at Luffy as he set up an old fishing boat for his departure. Now seventeen, it felt like time went too quickly.

It was quiet, the village giving you two a wide berth… But this time it wasn't because you were excited kids running down the street.

Luffy paused from his clueless fumbling around, looking up at you. His face was protected partially from the sun by the brim of Shanks's straw hat. Even with the shade, even beyond his excitement — you could tell he was sad too.

He hops out of the boat and back onto the dock, moving to stand in front of you. He looked down at you, though you refused to look up at him. He frowned, his hands resting on your arms — gently rubbing up and down them.

The action made your eyes sting.

"You can always come with, y'know," He tells you softly, a voice he had only ever reserved for you — trying to coax you to look up without forcing you to. You shook your head, your hand coming up to wipe at your eyes with the heel of your palm.

Your relationship with him was only two years old, starting a year after Ace had left for sea when the two of you were fifteen. You love him more than you had anyone else, but you hated that you were too scared to become a pirate with him; You tried and tried to get yourself ready because you had wanted to go with him, you really did, but when his seventeenth birthday came and the reality finally crashed over you — you panicked. You couldn't do it, and you didn't want to try to convince him not to chase his dream.

You didn't have a single regret with your relationship.

It was a week after his birthday, because he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible before he left. He didn't show it as much as you did, but he was also struggling; You are his first love, he can't imagine himself with anyone else that isn't you — but he also couldn't imagine himself not being a pirate. He had already said his farewells to everyone. You were last.

For a moment, he couldn't do it.

"Please," He cracks, his breath hitching as his hands stopped touching you, only for his arms to wrap tightly around your waist as he pulls you into his chest — hugging you as tightly as he could without hurting you, "Please just— come with me. Please."

He wasn't the type of person to beg. If he wanted something, he would take it and no one could tell him no — but he couldn't do that with you; Even if it hurt him to come to terms with that.

He wants the freedom the sea provides, but he also wanted you.

Your tears had finally spilled over as you tremble in his hold. Your arms shakily wrap around his body and tightly grip the red vest on his back — your face burying into his shoulder. Luffy whimpered at that, leaning down to hide his face into your shoulder as well — his hat getting knocked off of his head and resting on his back from the string.

"I-I can't, Luffy. I'm sorry, I can't."

"Please, please… I-I can keep you safe! I—"

"Luffy.."

"I trained, swear! I-I won't let ya get hurt, not a little bit, I—"

"Luffy—"

"PLEASE!" He sobbed, his voice cracking with his emotions — everything he was holding back finally spilling over, "PLEASE! I can't! I can't do it either! I-I can't! Not without you!"

His grip tightened as he sobbed into your shoulder, only small broken noises leaving your throat. You didn't know what to say because how can you tell him it would be alright when you couldn't believe it yourself.

"I don't want to!" Luffy continued, desperation and fear lacing every word, "It isn't right! I don't want to be pirate king without you with me!"

As much as it hurt you, maybe you could use that. You love him, but he shouldn't have to give up his dream because you are too much of a coward. You pulled back, making him whimper and desperately try to pull you closer again — because separating meant he had to face losing you.

You still managed to pull back, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. He sniffled, his eyes red and leaking tears as he looked down at you — his lip wobbling as he held back his cries.

"Then come back, Luffy," You finally were able to say without your voice betraying you, "Become pirate king and come back to me."

He make a small, broken sound at that as he leaned into your touch. He only listened for now, his body tense as he weighs the suggestion. You continued, your hands moving up to card through his messy black hair, "Don't give up on your dream for me. I don't want you to be miserable."

He looked away for a moment, "So… So are we—"

You didn't say anything, letting him make the decision on his own — because maybe it would hurt less if he understood it first.

"Are we.." He choked back another sob, "Are we breaking up..?"

Your hesitation ate away at him, but you nod, "I'm sorry," You started, but the pure devastation from him cut you off as another wounded noise left his throat in a whimper. You quickly continued in an attempt to soothe him, "Only until you come back to me, if you still want to be with me then. If you or I haven't moved on."

He swallowed thickly, nodding. "Okay. Okay… I'll become pirate king, and'll come back. I promise."

He kissed you then, tugging you close. It was a bittersweet kiss, full of all the love he could give because he didn't know when he would ever do this again. He spoke while pressed against you, all devotion and promise, "I love you. And I will love you then, too."

You didn't know what to respond with, too stunned by the declaration as it was the first time either of you had spoken those words even if it had been two years. You, unwisely, did not respond. He got back on his boat after a few more moments with you, and that was the last you saw of him.

Maybe you did have one regret.

It had been two years since then. You had two years of loving him, and now you had two years of missing him. You'd often sit at the dock, thinking of how your relationship ended with Luffy as you stared out at the water. You wished you could go back, you wished you could at least have told him you loved him back.

You wondered if he knew you did.

It hurt. It really did. The only times you saw his face were in the newspaper, whenever he got a new bounty and Makino celebrated it in her bar. You'd occasionally visit Dadan, too, as she had always welcomed you in her own gruff way. You saw his bounty grow, you saw him grow with it, you saw his crew expand through the bounties they also obtained — and it hurt. Was there a world where you had gone with him, where you also had a bounty and a place on his crew? Not just a spectator hoping that he would remember his promise?

You had also seen the downs of it, and you kicked yourself for not being there with him. You saw the reports of his crew going missing along with him, you saw the reports about Marineford, you saw the reports of Ace dying. You were inconsolable for a week when that news broke, as you were also close to Ace (and Sabo, but he had died way earlier) before he left for sea. Then there was radio silence. No new news about the Straw Hats beyond one photo of Luffy back at Marineford. Not for two years.

You stressed in that time, unconvinced that Luffy was dead but also having no real proof he was alive. Once again, you made a decision you regretted.

Only a year ago did you find a new partner. You wanted to move on, you wanted to get over Luffy and actually start your life. You felt bad — not only because of the promise of Luffy returning in the future, but because you felt like you were playing this new boyfriend. You weren't, but sometimes it felt like you were.

You did like him, he wasn't a bad guy — but he wasn't Luffy. It wasn't fair to compare the two, but you felt horrible whenever you looked at him and imagined it were Luffy in his place.

You wondered if Luffy was still thinking of you, too.

Little did you know, he was. He talked about you, reminisced about you, gushed over you so much that his crew likely knew every fact about you before they ever met you. At first, they were shocked to learn that Luffy had romantic interest beyond meat, and Sanji was pissed Luffy dated someone before he ever did — but they saw how much he still seemed to love you. How he always talked about the day he sees you again.

"Still sitting here?" A voice called from behind you, and you didn't have to turn to know who it was. A blanket settled on your shoulders, and the person sat beside you. You were looking down at a newspaper that a News Coo had just dropped off, staring at the newest bounty posters of the Straw Hats — and the newest title of the boy you loved.

One point five billion beli. Fifth Emperor of the Sea.

You finally looked over at the person, your boyfriend. Your eyes were apologetic, your heart dropping when his eyes moved down to the newspaper you were holding — to the specific person you were looking at. He sighed, though he wasn't mad at you. He knew of your previous relationship, he knew you were still trying to cope. He knew you liked him, but he also knew that it sometimes wasn't enough.

"You still want him, don't you?" He asked calmly, his voice measured as he looked back up at you.

"I'm sorry—"

He shook his head with a small smile. A way to reassure you despite his own hurt, "I get it," He said, his leg bouncing, "I don't want to keep you from him, if that is what you want."

Your breath hitched. He was so… kind about it. It made you feel like such a dick. But he wasn't wrong. Your relationship with him was good, it was, but was it going to stay that way if you kept reaching for something you didn't have? Would you end the relationship if Luffy came back all those years later, still wanting you? That would be worse, you supposed.

What is worse is that you want to go to sea, you want to find him. You were ready now. You weren't weak, you have been training because it helped ease your mind. So would he take you in again?

"I'm sorry, I really am," You told him, your mouth wobbling, "I just— I don't think it's going to work out."

He listened, and he nodded. He was upset, more than you were, but he understood. Keeping you in a relationship you were falling out of would only hurt you and him worse. "Alright," He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, "Sucks, but it's alright."

You gave him one last kiss before he walked off. That, too, reminded you of Luffy.

You couldn't believe your luck. When you set out to sea yourself, you ran into the Red Hair Pirates of all people. The Red Force was all too familiar to you, and when you called out to him you could see Shanks nearly trip before rushing to the railing.

He was stunned to see you, clearly remembering you even if it was a child version of you. He quickly barked out to get a ladder down to pull you up and off the dingy little boat you had.

When you boarded, he quickly pulled you into a hug with his arm. He looked different now — it had been twelve years since you last saw him after all. He was more mature looking now, more rugged, but still had the same fondness in his eyes with he looked at you.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" He shouted, though it was laced with worry and panick. He always had such a big heart, "Goin' towards the Grand Line in that shitty thing?!"

You laughed softly, hugging him back, "Sorry, Shanks. I just couldn't wait longer."

Shanks pulled back, releasing you from his grip. His hand reached up, scratching at his chin. "Aw, ya could've sent a note. I would'a picked ya up, kid," He grinned, but the look you gave him showed you did not believe him. Not because you didn't trust him, or held any sort of grudge against him, but because it would mean he would of had to go back to Foosha Village, which he said he wasn't going to do when he left for the first time.

"Rude," He scoffed in jest, sitting down on a stool at one of the tables on the main deck where likely was seated previously before your arrival, judging by the half full mug on the surface. You followed, sitting across from him like it were an interview, "So, what brings you out to sea suddenly?"

Damn. Really is like an interview, you had thought to yourself, smirking before you realized you did, in fact, have to answer him. "Wanted to see Luffy again," You answered honestly, hope in your eyes.

Shanks blinked, tilting his head slightly. "Is it that important? M'sure ya could've waited for his return, no? Better than riskin' your life," He hummed, his brows furrowing.

He… wasn't wrong. You could have waited. You just didn't want to anymore. "Yeah. But it just didn't feel right without him, you know? I love him."

Shanks froze, the mug that he had lifted halfway to his mouth stopped with him before lowering back down, "Love..?"

"Yeah."

"Does he know you do?"

"I was hoping he did, since I forgot to tell him two years ago."

"…Huh?"

It clicked for you that Shanks didn't know anything. Last he saw you, you and Luffy were dumb seven year olds with big dreams and bigger mouths. You smiled teasingly, knowing that the information was going to be a huge shock to him.

"Oooooh right," You sang, leaning on your arms on the table. Shanks squints suspiciously, and you continued with a playful lilt to your tone, "Luffy and I dated for two years, Captain Shanks."

Shanks said nothing, just staring at you like you had grown a second head, "…You serious?"

"Mhm."

"Dated? Dated Luffy? You?"

"What's that suppose to mean?"

Shanks stammered, realizing how that sounded, "You're great! It isn't that! It's just… It's Luffy."

"I'd be worried if it wasn't."

"The same Luffy that got mad at me for not immediately attacking mouthy bandits? The same one who then, in his anger, ate a devil fruit that I stole? That one? Same rubber idiot?"

"Yes."

Shanks stared down at his mug warily, eyeing the liquid like someone on his crew put hallucinogenics in his alcohol for some weird prank. You laughed, the teasing dying down enough for Shanks to look back up at you.

"I… I miss him, you know?" You mutter, choking up a bit at the thought of everything you gave up because you couldn't get over a fear, "I was scared then, but I'm more scared now. What if I left the village for nothing, Shanks? What if he doesn't even remember me? What if he doesn't love me anymore?"

Shanks frowned, "Hey—"

"I-I couldn't even tell him I loved him then! What if he is pissed at that!? He bared his heart to me and I just—" You paused briefly, a frustrated sound leaving your throat as tears roll down your face, "I just stared at him like a damn idiot!"

"Hold on—"

"He begged, Shanks! He— He was so afraid! He sobbed, and I just told him to meet me again when he is King of the Pirates and maybe we can get back together? What the fuck is wrong with me!? That could be in twenty odd years for all I know!"

"Shut up!" Shanks yelled, the suddenness of it causing you to stop in fear that you were annoying him, "Sorry. Didn't mean it like that. Just— Just listen."

You swallowed thickly, wiping the tears away as you nod slowly. Shanks continued, his arm reaching across the table to take your hand in his, "You know Luffy probably better than anyone. He doesn't forget people he cares about. Especially not one he grew to love."

You whimpered, looking down at his hand in yours. "I made him promise to come back when he became King of the Pirates," You repeated miserably, "Then, after making him promise, I went and got another boyfriend because I was too insecure to think he would still love me when that happens."

Shanks winced, but shook his head, "Y'still with that guy?" He asked curiously. You shook your head, and Shanks squinted in confusion, "Then why does it matter?"

You couldn't answer.

Days had passed since that conversation. You had just sat down in the same spot where it had happened with a newspaper in your hand. New bounty posters for the Straw Hats came out, along with a new title with the defeat of Kaido and Big mom.

Monkey D. Luffy. Three billion beli bounty. New Emperor of the Sea. The image on the poster no longer looked like him, yet at the same time… it never looked more like him. You didn't know what was going on, but you knew Luffy wasn't the same silly boy you once knew. He was becoming everything he said he would.

"We're a couple hours out from Wano," Beckman informed you from somewhere behind you, "Captain doesn't wanna meet Luffy yet, so we'll drop you off."

You nodded, looking away from the paper and back at Beckman, "Thank you, really. For everything."

Beckman didn't respond, but you still saw the smirk before he walked away.

True to his word, when you arrived at the shoreline of the Flower Capital later that night they just dropped you off there. Shanks was kind enough to give you directions, and also a yukata to wear so you didn't seem out of place, but also said it would be obvious where to go. Whatever that meant.

They sailed off after saying their goodbyes, and you started walking. Turns out, Shanks was right. You yelped as fireworks went off, not really expecting the loud sound to suddenly happen. You inhaled, calming your racing heart as you continued — this time towards the noise.

It was… chaotic when you got there. It was a scene that would really explain the fireworks. A massive celebration for the defeat of Kaido and the freedom of Wano. If Luffy were anywhere, it was definitely here.

You wandered around a bit, slightly uncomfortable with being lost in a land you didn't really know. You just hoped that Luffy was, in fact, still here as your only way back had already left.

Your wandering had paid off and you breathed out a sigh of relief. While it wasn't Luffy, you did manage to find some of his crewmates. Robin, Nami, and Usopp, if you remembered them correctly from their wanted posters.

You inhaled, shaking off some nerves before approaching them. "Are you— uh— Are you the straw hats..?" You asked, still nervous. So much for the prep. The nerves worsened tenfold when they actually looked over, whatever conversation they were having halted.

The two women didn't even get a chance to nod before the long-nosed man stepped up, his chest puffed out in mock bravado. "Why, yes! It is I, the great Captain Usopp! I'm sure you heard all about me, like how I commanded eight thousand men into battle, which is why you came up. I will gladly give my autograph to an adoring fan."

You blinked, flinching when the orange haired woman punched him in the back of the head, leaving him groaning. "Ignore that fool. Is there something you want?" She asked, her arms crossed over her chest.

You took a moment to process what happened. Was that normal? And why did he call himself captain? Did… he actually command eight thousand men?

You quickly shook your head, having more important matters to discuss before any of that. "Yes! I was— Uhm— Looking for Luffy," You explained, wringing your hands together.

You tensed when the trio became suspicious, realizing that maybe asking for their captain when they don't even know you is likely a bad idea. The tall black-haired woman spoke next, "Why are you looking for our captain?" She asked, her tone smooth and cold — laced with a scathing suspicion.

You sweat, not really knowing what you could say that would ease the situation. You just had to bank on the fact that Luffy happened to talk about you once. Maybe when mentioning his childhood in passing? So you try.

You told them your name, taking a cautious step back just in case, "… I'm his childhood— ah— friend."

It was silent for a good minute as they stared at you with wide eyes. Slowly, Nami turned to face Robin, "Robin. It's her."

"It seems it is."

"NO WAY!" Usopp shouted in shock, the sound startling a few patrons that were near him. The celebration also went silent for a moment before continuing back up. You winced at the volume, but your heart thuds loudly at what came next.

"Usopp? Why're you shoutin'?" An all too familiar voice spoke from the crowd as he weaved through, pushing through a clump of people with a skewer in hand to investigate why his friend had shouted without him.

Usopp, still stunned, said nothing as he shakily pointed at you. Luffy's gaze followed his finger, and stopped on you. The gears in his head visibly turn as he thinks. It wasn't because he forgot you, not at all, but… you've grown in two years — and you were wearing something he never saw you in before.

It clicks, his eyes slowly widening as he finally recognized who he was looking at. Slowly, cautiously, he says your name to confirm it was really you and not just someone who happened to look like you.

Butterflies filled your belly hearing your name on his lips again. You nod, smiling brightly, "It's me, Lu."

His breathing stuttered for a moment, just staring at you and taking it in before his jaw dropped— literally— to the ground. "EEEEEEHHHH?!!?!?"

You didn't get another chance to respond before he launched himself at you, all rubber and love he never forgot, and pulling you into a hug; His arms wrapping around you tightly like hungry snakes as he lifts you off the ground, spinning and giggling happily.

You hadn't even noticed his crew left the two of you alone.

"It's you! It's you!" He chanted, spinning a few more times before setting you down. His hands rest on your shoulders, looking you up and down — not in a lecherous way, but a subconscious way that he always did with you to make sure you were not hurt, "But— But why's it you? Glad it is, but m'not Pirate King yet."

"I couldn't wait, Luffy," You tell him, your eyes shining with joy and years of hope, "I realized after you left how— how stupid I was. I couldn't stay away any longer."

He just listened, frowning when you insulted yourself but still letting you speak.

You inhale, two years of preparation leading to this moment, "I love you, Luffy. And— And I'm sorry I didn't tell you then, and I understand if you don't feel the same anymore—"

You were cut off by a joyous little noise from Luffy before you were tugged into a kiss from him. Years of wanting and craving poured into it as his lips lock with yours. You sighed into it, so, so glad that things felt normal again. Your eyes close, your head tilting for a better angle.

It felt like you were back in Foosha with him for a moment.

When he finally pulled back, he didn't go far. His hands cradle your jawline, his forehead resting against yours. "Stay. Please. Stay this time," He begged quietly, the words only meant for you.

This time, you were ready.

"I'm not leaving again, Luffy."

The same noise left his throat, and you only got a moment to prepare before his hands on your jaw tightened and your face was getting attacked by wet, quick kisses from him all over.

"Lu— Luffy! Stop it!" You laughed, gently trying to swat at him and push him back.

He did stop, his hands leaving your face and grabbing your hand instead. "You're a Straw Hat now! My girlfriend, that's your role!" He giggled, but he rethought it after you gave him an unimpressed look, "Ah— Temporary role! Swear! Need'ta find ya one."

You rolled your eyes playfully, but you were glad to be called his girlfriend once more.

He tugged you along, rushing through the crowd, "Gotta introduce ya to the crew!" He grinned, walking ahead of you while pulling you. You stared at him, eyes shining as you were reminded of Foosha once more, all the way when you were seven — rushing to pull you along so you can meet someone he adores. It was the same, but this time… it was to meet the family he found.

"Didn't know ya had a good boat," He said suddenly while pulling you, slowing down a bit to walk right beside you, hand-in-hand.

"Huh? I don't."

"How'd ya get here then? No way ya swam through the Grand Line and into the New World."

You blinked before grinning widely. He looked at you curiously.

"Oh, right. Shanks took me."

you had the same problem, in paulie's eyes, as kalifa; walking the streets of water 7, the docks, exposing your long legs and ample thighs. how many times did paulie wish he could squeeze your thighs or simply press them against his penis? many times, more than he could count. but of course, the lectures come before his perverted thoughts.

"how many times do i have to tell you, woman?! you can't just parade around in that miniskirt exposing those legs!" the carpenter would reprimand you in the middle of dock one. the employees were already used to paulie's comments regarding any short clothing, especially when it was you wearing it.

"i don't see any problem with my clothes, mr. paulie," the woman said, shrugging, with an expression as frighteningly gentle as kalifa's, but the poor thing only had that expression to keep calm and not punch the vice-president of the galley-La company. "mr. iceburg didn't object to my attire, besides, my skirt is within the dress code." paulie could see the woman's mocking little smile.

he would go crazy at being contradicted by a little hottie like you. He'd want to slap himself to get his head straight!

"then mr. iceburg should review the dress code! i can almost see your ass—" the man fell silent as soon as he realized, but it was too late. you were staring at him with a raised eyebrow.

"so you were observing my behind, mr. paulie?" the low, provocative question escaped his lips; luckily for both of them, the employees were more focused on chopping wood than on paulie's clothing crises.

"well, you..." with a loud snort and without arguments to continue the ridiculous explanation, he simply grabbed your free hand, the one that only held the pen, pulling you to one of the isolated corners of dock one. he wouldn't let your comment go in one ear and out the other; he was going to get to the bottom of this.

paulie tried to control himself, as much as he wanted to sleep with you, bend you to his table until you forgot your own name, he also wanted to give you a good hard time. you were younger than him, so he could have authority. that's what he told himself.

but paulie couldn't stand your provocations, the way you teased him, pulling on his tie but still keeping your distance so you wouldn't hurt yourself with the lit cigar in his mouth, how you rubbed your little hands on his chest, down to his stomach, driving him crazy.

you had given him the knife and the cheese.

paulie lost his patience. he sat on the sofa in his office and threw you onto his lap. "you just don't understand, do you? this tiny skirt... i imagined myself so many times taking these clothes off your body..." he smoothed the fabric that hugged your ample bottom, giving it light squeezes, seeing how the chubby cheeks of your behind were perfect in his large, calloused palms. "this can't even be called a skirt, it's just a horrible piece of cloth." he lifted the fabric of the skirt, revealing the tiny panties that were tucked between your buttocks, disappearing into the space.

"look at this... you're so indecent!" the first smack is heard in the room, followed immediately by her little scream, "ah! paulie! are you seriously going to spank me because of a—" her words are interrupted by another little scream. he gave her another slap, this time on her other cheek, already seeing the redness forming there.

"no, now you're quiet, brat. i've put up with you all these weeks since you started working with Iceburg — showing off those legs, those thighs... damn, those thighs!" he stroked the back of her thighs, then squeezed the soft flesh before returning to her bottom. "but now I'm not going to let this go. you're screwed, girl."

a spanking session followed until you apologized to paulie for being a naughty girl and wearing short clothes to get his attention. it got to the point where you smudged your delicate makeup with your tears, but to no one's surprise, those tears were of pure pleasure. it was pleasurable to finally see paulie reaching his limit because of you.

"look at this, all red..." paulie slides his hand, already sore from spanking you, reaching your needy intimacy, noticing the moisture that seeped through the fabric, even soaking your clean pants. "look at you, soaking wet just from a few spanks. you're full of surprises for a little girl who only thinks about organization." paulie laughs as he rubs his middle finger along your covered slit, going from your clitoris to your entrance — but he only slides his fingers, he doesn't even take off your panties to give you the pleasure you so desire.

without another word, the man adjusts you on his lap and picks you up only to place you on his desk, knocking over any items that could hurt you. he might be rough and idiotic, but he wasn't stupid enough to hurt a woman.

he stares at you for a few more seconds, appreciating how flushed your cheeks were, your makeup slightly smudged, your skirt bunched up at your waist, and your panties with a large stain of arousal. paulie so badly wanted to bury her face in that needy little pussy, imagining how greedy it must be to just swallow his fingers or even his throbbing penis. but for now, he wouldn't give you that. he understood now that you were provoking him for this, for him to bend you over and fuck you like an animal. but he wants to vent his frustration — for walking around showing off for water 7 while he's consumed by jealousy, for all the times he had to ejaculate in his own hand imagining it was you.

paulie runs her hands over your thighs; squeezing, rubbing, shaking the ample flesh, until it stopped at her calves, lifting her legs, making her little feet in high heels float in the air.

"paulie? what are you going to do?" her question came out breathlessly as she watched the man place her legs on his shoulders, seeing him quickly, and awkwardly but incredibly sexy, unbuckle his belt. he didn't lower his pants and underwear completely, just enough to free his penis.

and god help you, it's big.

but he didn't take off her panties and move them aside, he simply positioned himself between her legs, rubbing his big cock against her panties and then closing them around his penis. there you understood, he would use her thighs to masturbate, he would deny her penetration.

but when he started rubbing there, thrusting his cock into her thighs, the friction was too much for a little pussy totally craving a good cock beating.

"pa-paulie!... don't be— nhg!... mean to me!" her whiny, whiny protest echoed through the office along with the sounds of skin against skin, but paulie completely ignored it; he was so focused on her thighs. damn, he was simply fulfilling his dream of burying himself in her thighs like a perverted teenager! he was loving the softness of her skin, how it swayed with each thrust, but he was also loving how her pussy rubbed against his base, sometimes feeling the head of his penis brush against her swollen clitoris through the fabric of her panties.

"damn... these thighs!— ah!... i want to live in them, kitten!" paulie groaned as she threw her head back, a small bead of sweat trickling down the side of her face and a roguish grin on her face.

just as you were about to complain again between moans, hot, white jets of semen sprayed onto your clothes and skirt. paulie had ejaculated on your clothes, masturbating on your thighs. it was pathetic. it was exciting. but it was even more pathetic for you, who had been denied an orgasm.

"that's what you get for being a show-off brat" the man said with a proud little smile, patting your thighs lightly before withdrawing from between them. he was satisfied, he'd taught you a lesson, and he'd even had a good orgasm on you.

who knows, maybe next time if you wear a micro-skirt he'll fuck you in the pussy, huh?

🗒 : english is not my native language, i had to use a translator, so i apologize in advance for any spelling or grammatical errors.

So you were going down a spiral trying to come up with a birthday present for Sani since his birthday was in a few days, and you didn’t know what to give him.

Sanji always told you he didn’t want you to get him a present, he didn’t like the idea of you spending on him but you didn’t really care about his opinion.

You usually gave him a significant gift that showed how much he meant to you, but this year you didn’t have any ideas at all.

Until one day, when Sanji left his computer turned on

You knew it was wrong to be snooping around, but you were desperate to find the perfect gift for him

You went and read his browser history, and what you saw was intriguing. You already knew Sanji had interesting preferences, and his history was just a confirmation of it.

You noticed most of the porn links that were visited in the last days had the phrase “free-use.”

That night you did the research and found out this “free-use” thing was basically letting someone fuck you whenever and wherever they wanted

Then that’s when your idea came. What if, for a week, you let Sanji free-use you? It’s not like the two of you haven’t fucked before, so nothing would really be put at risk.

And the thought of Sanji fucking you whenever he wanted was something you would also like to experience

The day of his birthday, before all your friends arrived at your shared department to celebrate, you gave Sanji an envelope and told him he could open it after the party.

More to his dismay, he accepted that condition.

Of course, his curiosity won over him, and he opened the envelope in the middle of the party. Sanji wanted to know why you told him, and after reading the content, he understood.

“As a birthday present, I will let you free-use me for a week :).”

Sanji felt his pants tighten at the thought. Was this real? How did you know his recent fetish?

He couldn’t care less. The fact that you were giving him this as a present was everything he could’ve asked for.

Now Sanji had a new dilemma. If he told you he wanted to fuck you in that instant, you would find out he didn’t wait for the party to end as you told him, and what if that was enough reason for you to not give him that present. He couldn’t let that happen.

So he exited his room and tried to distract himself. TRIED being the keyword.

Instead of enjoying the rest of the party, he could only think about where he will fuck you. A week where you will let him do whatever he wants. If he wanted, he could be inside your pussy all day long.

Ok, maybe not to that extent, but still, a week fucking all the time he wanted has pure heaven.

When the party ended, Zoro, Nami, Luffy, and Usopp stayed behind to help you and Sanji clean the mess that was left.

When you were almost finished, Sanji grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you to his room. You hadn’t finished closing his door when he already had you pinned over it, holding both of your hands to each side of your head, and you smirked.

“So you’ve read it.”

“You have no idea of all the things I’m gonna do to you.”

Before he could do something else, you heard Nami shouting they were finished, and after telling her you will call her tomorrow and thank them, you listened to the front door shut.

And that’s basically how it started the Free-use week.

During the "free-use" week

Sanji took the free-use thing seriously.

He woke you up, eating you out like you were his last meal, and then proceeded to fuck you.

Making you give him a blowjob whenever he was watching TV or even cooking. Hell, he would even make you suck him off if he was on a call with the guys. He didn’t care.

He also took advantage of the fact that you were working from home, and since he wanted to feel his cock inside you, but didn’t want to disturb you that much, he told you he wanted you to cockwarm him.

You didn’t fully understand his request at first, but after a brief explanation of the term, you accepted.

Not only because, in the end, it was his birthday gift, but the idea of him just inside you was excellent.

And, of course, after your work, he proceeded to pin you down on your bed and fuck you until you came at least 3 times.

He also didn’t care if you were showering or preparing food. He just fucked you right there.

But what you liked about all this thing it was that Sanji also made sure you were enjoying it as much as he was.

There were times when some meetings required you to turn on your camera, so during those classes, you just gave Sanji a handjob.

What you really enjoyed was all the dirty things Sanji said to you during this week.

Your favorite one being, “I can’t believe even after fucking you restless, you’re still so tight for me.”

Something about the fact that only for him you would ever do this helped him to treasure this even more.

After every fuck, he made sure you were pleased, and he also gave you aftercare.

Even if free use meant fucking whenever Sanji wanted, there were moments when he could see you were tired, so he only asked you to cuddle him, which was really sweet, but still, you ended up doing something sexual after every cuddle session.

It was like the two of you couldn’t get enough of each other

When the last day of the week arrived, you and Sanji took your time.

For some reason knowing this was going to be the last time you would fuck so freely made the two of you enjoy it more

It wasn’t as hard and wild as all the time you fucked this week. It was slow and sweet

Sanji washed your body with wet kisses and filled your head with so many compliments that it made you lightheaded

It was almost midnight when the two of you were just lying on his bed, enjoying each other’s presence in silence

“Did you like your present?” you asked Sanji. You already knew the answer but needed to hear him say it.

“I loved it. I’m bummed out it’s finishing tho,” he sighed. You lifted your body and used your arm as a support so you could see his face.

“Well, we’re still within the week. Is there something you wanna do before the week finishes?”

Sanji only wanted to do one thing he didn’t do during the week.

He grabbed your cheek and kissed you on the lips. You could feel his tongue wanting to enter your mouth.

You were surprised at first, but you quickly let him enter your mouth

Sanji moved your body so you could straddle him

You stopped when the two of you were starting to get out of breath, which, to be honest, both of you hated since you were enjoying the kiss.

While you waited for Sanji to say something, you fixed the hair that was falling on his forehead that was also covering part of his eyes.

Sanji didn’t want to stop. For the first time, he was able to have you whenever he wanted without the fear of telling you he wanted to be more than a friend and ruining your friendship, and he didn’t want to say goodbye to that ever.

“I don’t want this to be over.”

You also didn’t want it to finish, you knew Sanji pretty well, and you knew he wasn’t referring to only the sex.

“As I said, is there something else you want?” you asked again but changed your word selection this time, hoping Sanji would catch up with what you were implying.

Fortunately, Sanji did understand this time.

“Be mine, please.”

You smiled and only nodded in response

This definitely was Sanji’s best birthday present ever

n a v i g a t i o n

Luffy at first didn’t understand why you always ended up doing whatever he wanted

Yeah, at first, he just thought it was because you loved him so much and would do anything since you were his girlfriend. However, the more he thought about it, the more he realized you would only fold if he did one thing: give you puppy eyes.

He didn’t make it on purpose, really. He was just really expressive, and well, it just happened that if he was disappointed, he would pout, and for a reason, his eyes would make that sad expression, that you soon realized would make your heart crumble in a million pieces. 

Really, he wasn’t doing it on purpose… at first. 

It all started when you were in a random town, Luffy being Luffy, wanted to explore, not caring one bit to be recognized, and you being you, tried your best to keep him in line. In the end, you were always by his side, so you knew you were the one making sure he didn't get in trouble. 

Luffy was trying his best to be calm (try being the keyword here, since that would only last for the first 20 minutes before he started to get impatient), so when he heard you say “Stop it” in a serious way, he would completely stop in his tracks and turn around to look at you with those eyes. God, he looked so cute and heartbroken… So you gave in. He promised not to get in trouble, but he really wanted to go and explore everything before all of you had to return to the Sunny.

You knew that the best option was to let him do whatever he wanted with you, only supervising from afar.

He was surprised you gave in, but didn’t think it was because of the way he looked at you, though. He just thought you were such an incredible and thoughtful girlfriend who only wanted him to be happy! Which was partially true.

The second time you gave in was at dinner. 

Sanji made one rule, knowing his captain, don’t take others' food. That’s it. He would prepare whatever Luffy wanted, but don’t grab anyone’s food.

The thing is, this time the Sunny really needed to make a quick stop to charge up on supplies, and you were going to, but that was until the next morning, as for now, Sanji really tried his best to explain to Luffy that just for tonight, he would only have 1 plate. And that he must not take anyone’s food at all, or he wouldn’t cook extra for him for a week.

At dinner time, Luffy was the first to finish, and he really, really tried his best to remember what Sanji told him, but of course, he was Luffy. He needed a lot of food, so after eating his food like a starved man, his stomach still rumbled.

You turned to look at him, and there it was, that face once again. He looks at your half-finished plate and then at you, repeating the cycle over and over again. You stopped looking at him, returned your attention to the conversation that was happening between the girls and you a few moments ago, and really tried to ignore the fact that your boyfriend was salivating at the sight of your unfinished plate. But you were so weak for him, and you couldn’t shake his expression from your mind that you ended up moving your plate to his side.

You didn’t look at him, but you could feel his smile.

The 3rd time Luffy got away with his actions was when he was eating you out. If there was something that Luffy enjoyed more than eating Sanji’s food, it was eating your pussy until you were barely conscious. You just tasted so sweet, not even the best dessert in the world could compare with you.

“Shit, wait, Luffy.” You could feel your heart wanting to burst out of your chest. Body too tense from the past orgasms, but still screaming for more. You tried several times now to move him away, grabbing him by his hair, only for him to groan and continue to slurp your juices, sucking your swollen clit.

“One more, I promise.” He could feel your clit pulsing in his tongue. 

“Luff, really, I can’t.” He stopped just for a moment and looked at you. 

Puppy eyes, a pout, his mouth, chin, and part of his nose glistening with a mix of saliva and your cum. He looked so innocent but so dirty at the same time. Your hole clenched around nothing, craving for one more release. “Fuck.” You thought. He had you in the palm of his hand. And you, for one last time, caved in. You didn’t say anything, you just moved his face to your core and let him continue. They say three times’ a charm, and that’s when it hit for him. You always folded when you looked at him. You always ended up doing whatever he wanted once you saw his face. He smiled while still sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue.

You were getting close again. He could feel you pulsing around nothing, tugging his hair, not really sure if you wanted to push him away or wanted him closer, if that was even possible.

Your legs started to close around his head, but before you could suffocate him, he grabbed both of your legs, parting them, giving him better access to your clit. 

Your breathing started to become erratic, and with one swift lick, you felt yourself cumming in his mouth once again.

“Shhgg-” you choked out. Luffy could taste your cum in his tongue and started to give you kitten licks, wanting to taste your sweet juices. That’s when you gathered all your energy and pushed him away. You felt like exploding, and you weren’t sure if you could handle any more orgasms.

“Stop, stop. I can’t.” Luffy licked his lips and smiled.

“But I don’t want to stop. Please.” You looked at him in disbelief. He was going to be the death of you.

“Luffy I really can’t, I’m…” And once again those damn eyes. He slowly made his way in front of you and grabbed both of your cheeks.

“Just one more, please, but this time around my cock.” You looked into his eyes… How can you say no to him?

n a v i g a t i o n

Your head was pounding.

The first thing you noticed was the cold stone beneath you. The second? The tight weight around your wrists.

Sea prism cuffs.

Then you heard his voice.

“(Y/N)... hey, wake up. Please.”

You opened your eyes slowly, vision blurry but there he was. Luffy. Sitting on the ground next to you, wrists shackled just like yours, his hat hanging off one knee.

“Luffy?” you rasped.

His eyes softened instantly. “You’re okay.” His voice cracked just a little, relief pouring out like a flood. “Thank god.”

You tried to move, but the sea prism cuffs made every muscle scream. “Where…?”

“Some bastards grabbed us when we were separated from the crew,” he said through clenched teeth. “I woke up first. Tried to break the chains, but…” he held up his wrists with a bitter laugh, “I can’t even stretch.”

You glanced at him. His face was pale. His hair clung to his forehead. He was furious. But he was holding it in, for you.

And then the door creaked open.

“Well, well,” a voice drawled. A tall man with a jagged scar across his cheek strolled in, a small crew of thugs behind him. “Our little captain and his pretty friend are finally both awake.”

Luffy’s body went rigid.

“Don’t talk to them,” he said lowly.

The man smirked. “Aw, come on. We just wanna have a little fun.” He stalked toward you, eyes lingering far too long.

Luffy snarled. Actually snarled. “I said don’t touch them.”

You flinched when the man crouched beside you, brushing a finger under your chin. “They’re a cute one. What do you think, Straw Hat? You sure you wouldn’t rather trade places?”

“Don’t touch them!” Luffy bellowed, lunging against his chains. His whole body shook with rage, fists clenched so tight they were turning white. “If you lay one more finger on them- ”

The man chuckled, unfazed. “What’re you gonna do? You’re powerless.”

Luffy’s eyes burned, pure fire behind them, like he was ready to kill with just his stare. “You don’t get it,” he growled. “Even if I can’t use my powers… I will still tear you apart if you hurt them.”

You felt it—his presence. Even cuffed, drained, and chained to a wall, Luffy still felt like a storm ready to break loose.

The thug paused, like he finally noticed the danger in the room. The way Luffy’s aura shifted, deadly, protective, unyielding.

“Y’know what?” the man said, standing. “Maybe we’ll just give you two a little more time to think about your situation.”

As soon as the door slammed shut, you slumped.

Luffy turned to you immediately. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

“No,” you whispered. “But… he scared me.”

“I won’t let him touch you again,” Luffy said fiercely, eyes locked on yours. “No matter what.”

You leaned against his shoulder. He leaned right back.

“We’re gonna get out of here,” he said softly, like a promise. “I don’t care how I’ll find a way. I’ll protect you.”

The cell was cold, silent except for the soft clinking of chains when either of you shifted.

You sat beside Luffy, arms brushing, wrists heavy with sea prism cuffs. Every time he glanced at you, you saw the storm still behind his eyes. He was still furious at himself, the enemy, the cuffs. All of it.

“We’ll get out soon,” he muttered, gaze fixed on the locked door. “The crew’s gotta be looking.”

“I know,” you said quietly. “But…”

Before you could finish, the door creaked open again.

Same guy. Same smug smirk. This time? A little more confident. Like he was sure no one was coming for you.

“Well, Straw Hat. You said I shouldn’t touch them,” he said with a sneer, walking toward you, “but what’re you gonna do if I do it anyway?”

Luffy’s voice dropped into something cold. Dangerous.

“Don’t.”

But the guy just laughed, and then grabbed you by the arm, yanking you roughly toward him.

That was it.

Luffy. Lost. His. Mind.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF THEM!”

He lunged. Full force. The chains snapped taut with the impact, but it didn’t stop him from fighting like a wild animal, dragging the entire wall if he had to, roaring with fury.

You cried out as the man shoved you against the bars, but then-

“BOOM!”

The wall behind the cell exploded.

Smoke. Dust. Screaming.

“(Y/N)!!” a voice called, Nami. Then another, Zoro. Usopp. Sanji. Robin. Brook. The crew was here.

The enemy turned just in time for Zoro to charge him, blades flashing.

Sanji darted straight to you, kicking the guy in the gut and dragging him off you.

Luffy’s cuffs clattered to the ground as Franky, with his giant hands, crushed them open. The second they were off-

Luffy didn’t move.

He didn’t even look at the enemy yet.

He rushed to you.

“(Y/N)!” He dropped to his knees in front of you, grabbing your face gently but frantically, eyes scanning every inch. “Are you hurt? Did he touch you? Tell me.”

You blinked back tears, heart hammering. “I’m okay just bruised, I’m okay- ”

He crushed you into his arms before you could finish.

“I was gonna kill him,” he mumbled against your shoulder. “I was gonna kill him if they didn’t show up. I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t protect you- ”

“Luffy.” You cupped his cheek, making him look at you. “You did. You protected me the whole time. And we’re safe now.”

He exhaled shakily, nose brushing against yours, eyes still burning but softer now.

“…Okay,” he whispered. Then he turned slowly toward the enemy.

Sanji had him on the floor. Zoro stood nearby, arms crossed.

“Don’t kill him,” Nami warned.

“I’m not gonna kill him,” Luffy said, voice flat. “But he’s gonna wish I did.”

You didn’t stop him.

Because in that moment, Luffy wasn’t just a captain. He was a storm wrapped in rubber and rage.

But before walking away, he looked back at you one last time.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, gently. “And after this… I’m not letting you out of my sight.

Hours later you were back on the Going Merry. It felt like heaven compared to that dungeon.

You were clean, bandaged, wrapped in warm clothes, and finally free of the sea prism cuffs. But the whole world still felt a little heavy.

You sat on the bed in the infirmary cabin, staring at your hands. Your wrists were sore, skin still red where the cuffs had clamped down. And your body ached, sure but your heart ached worse.

Then the door opened quietly.

Luffy stood there, silent. His vest was off, bandages around one shoulder, and he looked... tired. Not physically, but emotionally. The kind of tired you don’t sleep off.

“Hey,” he said softly.

You smiled weakly. “Hey.”

He walked in slowly, like he wasn’t sure if he should, until you patted the bed beside you.

He sat then instantly leaned into you, head dropping to your shoulder like a magnet. His arms wrapped around your waist tight, like he still thought someone might try to pull you away again.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he murmured.

“You didn’t even try.”

“…I didn’t wanna leave you alone.”

You reached up, running your fingers through his hair. “You saved me, Luffy. Even when we were chained up. Even when you couldn’t fight. You were still protecting me.”

His grip tightened.

“I hate that he touched you,” he mumbled, voice rough. “I hate that I couldn’t stop him. If the crew hadn’t shown up- ”

“But they did.” You turned toward him, placing your hands on his cheeks. “And now I’m safe. I’m here, Luffy. With you.”

His big brown eyes met yours, vulnerable and wide. “I thought I lost you.”

You leaned your forehead against his. “You didn’t. You never will.”

He closed the tiny space between you and kissed you, soft, slow, and a little shaky. Like he needed to feel you to believe you were real.

Then he pulled back, just a little. “I’m gonna stay here tonight.”

You blinked. “In the infirmary?”

“With you,” he said, laying down right beside you and pulling the blanket over both of you. “Right here. All night. Not going anywhere.”

You smiled, letting your head rest on his chest as he curled around you.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight again,” he mumbled sleepily.

You tucked your hand over his heart. “Good. Because I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

Outside, the ship rocked gently with the ocean.

Inside, in the quiet warmth of that cabin, Luffy held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

And this time, he wouldn’t have to fight to protect you. Because now, you were both home.

♡♡♡