brooke

Ever since your relationship with Luffy began to develop, you knew you had to take things slowly. Luffy had never been romantically involved with anyone before, and being his first came with the responsibility of setting the right standards.

The most important standard was sex. Luffy was incredibly eager to take things further with you. He would often make small, casual comments about being ready for the next step, flashing that carefree smile of his as if the thought alone wasn’t enough to make your heart race with nervous excitement — far more than when you had lost your own virginity.

So when you finally decided the time was right for the two of you to have sex, Luffy was overjoyed.

Now, you were on top of him, his cock buried deep inside you.

“D-Don’t move yet… Please…” he muttered, his voice cracking as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to adjust to the overwhelming new pleasure. Luffy’s hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you completely still while he familiarized himself with the sensation.

Your boyfriend had always been the prettiest person in your eyes, no matter the moment, but you could swear he had never looked more beautiful than right now. His cheeks were flushed a deep red, sweat making his dark hair stick to his forehead. His lips were parted slightly, ragged breaths escaping between them. The marks and hickeys you had left on his neck stood out beautifully against his skin — your marks.

You knew he had started getting used to the feeling when his grip on your hips began to weaken. Taking that as your sign, you slowly dragged your hips upward, then sank back down onto him in one smooth motion.

His hands immediately tightened on your hips again as a needy whine slipped from his lips. You couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the sight. You had never seen your confident captain look so vulnerable before.

Leaning down, you captured his lips in a soothing kiss. “You okay?” you asked sweetly, though a wicked little smile played on your face as you pulled back just enough to see his expression.

He nodded, that familiar boyish grin tugging at his lips despite everything. “M’gonna start moving now, okay?” you whispered.

He closed his eyes and nodded again.

You lifted your weight and began rolling your hips slowly at first, sliding up and down his length with careful, deliberate movements. It was difficult to keep the slow pace when you felt so desperately horny, but you tried. Still, the ache between your legs soon won out, and you gradually sped up.

“Oh— Fuck!” you moaned, planting your hands firmly on his chest for balance. Your gummy walls clenched tightly around his aching cock as Luffy whimpered beneath you from the increased pace.

“Stop— Ngh… I think I’m gonna cum soon if you keep up…” he cried out, his voice strained. He tried to steady your hips again, but his strength faltered.

“You want me to slow down?” you asked gently, though the mocking edge in your tone was unmistakable.

Instead of slowing, you let out a soft giggle and moved even faster, riding him with more urgency. “No… You’re— Ngh! You’re not slowing down…” he whined, squirming helplessly underneath you.

“I am!” you lied playfully, feeling his fingers dig almost painfully into your hips as you chased your own high. “Please… gonna cum…” His voice cracked beautifully, his hips starting to buck up instinctively to meet your rhythm.

Your cunt fluttered around him, his raw desperation only turning you on more. He moaned pathetically loud, twitching hard inside you one last time before thick spurts of cum flooded your pussy.

That didn’t stop you.

It was your duty to teach your clueless boyfriend about sex, after all — and he needed to learn that the girl had to finish too.

You kept riding him through his orgasm, your movements relentless. His voice climbed higher in pitch as the overstimulation hit him. “No— can’t—” he mumbled, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

“I’m sure you can, Captain,” you replied breathlessly, tilting your head back in pleasure as you chased your own release. “You’re doing so good for me… Fuck—”

The heat in your stomach built rapidly. Watching your beautiful boyfriend cry out from the overwhelming pleasure only pushed you closer to the edge.

“Haah! ‘M cumming—!”

With a sudden, desperate move, Luffy pulled you down into a tight hug, burying himself as deep as possible while he spilled inside you once more. At the same moment, your own orgasm crashed over you, your walls pulsing around him as you came together.

You both collapsed back onto the bed, breathless. Luffy’s face was completely flushed, a few pretty tears still slipping down his cheeks. “You were so good, Captain,” you whispered tenderly, kissing him gently while one hand cupped his cheek.

He just smiled softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, clearly exhausted but content.

You could bet this had been a very memorable first time.

Hey guys! First of all, sorry for any grammatical errors and the short fic, english isn’t my first language and i’m a flawed human S/2. Second of all, divider credits to @uzmacchiato !!

Hope you enjoy the fanfic.

Ever since your relationship with Luffy began to develop, you knew you had to take things slowly. Luffy had never been romantically involved with anyone before, and being his first came with the responsibility of setting the right standards.

The most important standard was sex. Luffy was incredibly eager to take things further with you. He would often make small, casual comments about being ready for the next step, flashing that carefree smile of his as if the thought alone wasn’t enough to make your heart race with nervous excitement — far more than when you had lost your own virginity.

So when you finally decided the time was right for the two of you to have sex, Luffy was overjoyed.

Now, you were on top of him, his cock buried deep inside you.

“D-Don’t move yet… Please…” he muttered, his voice cracking as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to adjust to the overwhelming new pleasure. Luffy’s hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you completely still while he familiarized himself with the sensation.

Your boyfriend had always been the prettiest person in your eyes, no matter the moment, but you could swear he had never looked more beautiful than right now. His cheeks were flushed a deep red, sweat making his dark hair stick to his forehead. His lips were parted slightly, ragged breaths escaping between them. The marks and hickeys you had left on his neck stood out beautifully against his skin — your marks.

You knew he had started getting used to the feeling when his grip on your hips began to weaken. Taking that as your sign, you slowly dragged your hips upward, then sank back down onto him in one smooth motion.

His hands immediately tightened on your hips again as a needy whine slipped from his lips. You couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the sight. You had never seen your confident captain look so vulnerable before.

Leaning down, you captured his lips in a soothing kiss. “You okay?” you asked sweetly, though a wicked little smile played on your face as you pulled back just enough to see his expression.

He nodded, that familiar boyish grin tugging at his lips despite everything. “M’gonna start moving now, okay?” you whispered.

He closed his eyes and nodded again.

You lifted your weight and began rolling your hips slowly at first, sliding up and down his length with careful, deliberate movements. It was difficult to keep the slow pace when you felt so desperately horny, but you tried. Still, the ache between your legs soon won out, and you gradually sped up.

“Oh— Fuck!” you moaned, planting your hands firmly on his chest for balance. Your gummy walls clenched tightly around his aching cock as Luffy whimpered beneath you from the increased pace.

“Stop— Ngh… I think I’m gonna cum soon if you keep up…” he cried out, his voice strained. He tried to steady your hips again, but his strength faltered.

“You want me to slow down?” you asked gently, though the mocking edge in your tone was unmistakable.

Instead of slowing, you let out a soft giggle and moved even faster, riding him with more urgency. “No… You’re— Ngh! You’re not slowing down…” he whined, squirming helplessly underneath you.

“I am!” you lied playfully, feeling his fingers dig almost painfully into your hips as you chased your own high. “Please… gonna cum…” His voice cracked beautifully, his hips starting to buck up instinctively to meet your rhythm.

Your cunt fluttered around him, his raw desperation only turning you on more. He moaned pathetically loud, twitching hard inside you one last time before thick spurts of cum flooded your pussy.

That didn’t stop you.

It was your duty to teach your clueless boyfriend about sex, after all — and he needed to learn that the girl had to finish too.

You kept riding him through his orgasm, your movements relentless. His voice climbed higher in pitch as the overstimulation hit him. “No— can’t—” he mumbled, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

“I’m sure you can, Captain,” you replied breathlessly, tilting your head back in pleasure as you chased your own release. “You’re doing so good for me… Fuck—”

The heat in your stomach built rapidly. Watching your beautiful boyfriend cry out from the overwhelming pleasure only pushed you closer to the edge.

“Haah! ‘M cumming—!”

With a sudden, desperate move, Luffy pulled you down into a tight hug, burying himself as deep as possible while he spilled inside you once more. At the same moment, your own orgasm crashed over you, your walls pulsing around him as you came together.

You both collapsed back onto the bed, breathless. Luffy’s face was completely flushed, a few pretty tears still slipping down his cheeks. “You were so good, Captain,” you whispered tenderly, kissing him gently while one hand cupped his cheek.

He just smiled softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, clearly exhausted but content.

You could bet this had been a very memorable first time.

Hey guys! First of all, sorry for any grammatical errors and the short fic, english isn’t my first language and i’m a flawed human S/2. Second of all, divider credits to @uzmacchiato !!

Hope you enjoy the fanfic.

she’s eating you out with a messy, focused hunger, her tongue swirling with an agonizing precision that makes your toes curl into the dirt. every few seconds, she pulls back just enough to let out a muffled comment, her voice vibrating against your clit. "wow, you’re really shaking, aren’t you? i can feel your pulse jumping all the way in your toes. i didn't know i was that good, or maybe you're just that desperate."

you let out a sharp, fractured breath, your fingers knotting into her long, messy hair as you try to push her back down. "shut up, toph. please, just... shut up and finish."

the vibration stops instantly. she pulls away, sitting back on her heels with a slow grace that makes your skin scream for the return of her warmth. you find yourself let out a pathetic, high-pitched whine, your hips arching instinctively to follow her, but she stays just out of reach. her unseeing, milky eyes are fixed somewhere over your shoulder, a smug, lopsided grin stretching across her face.

"did the little lady just tell me what to do?" she asks, her tone dripping with a mock-offended sweetness that makes your face burn. "i thought you were enjoying the commentary. it helps me keep track of how close you are to melting into a puddle."

you’re practically begging now, your voice a soft, breathless wreck as you look at her. "toph, don't be mean. i didn't mean it, just... i'm so close. please."

she sighs, a dramatic, huffing sound that echoes off the jagged cave walls. she tilts her head to the side, staring blankly at a cluster of stalactites as if she’s searching for inspiration in the silence. suddenly, she lets out a sharp, clicking sound with her tongue—an oh! of realization that makes your stomach flip with a mix of confusion and dread. she remembers a specific shape, a specific weight she’s felt through the soles of her feet in the darker corners of the earth kingdom’s bustling markets.

toph reaches out a hand, her fingers twitching in the air. a few feet away, a discarded crate of iron scraps begins to rattle, the metal shrieking as it’s torn from the wood. you watch, mesmerized and horrified, as the shards fly toward her, hovering in a swirling cloud of grey. her arm muscles ripple beneath her tunic, the definition in her shoulders and biceps on full display as she begins to mold the iron with the focused intensity of a master smith. she’s sculpting, you realized, her brow furrowing as she feels the internal structure of the metal shift and smooth under her command.

the realization of what she’s making hits you all at once. the jagged edges melt away, replaced by a thick, rounded head and a long, sturdy shaft that curves slightly at the tip. 

it’s unmistakable. 

your jaw drops, a hot flush of mortification sweeping from your chest up to your hairline. "toph! how do you even—how do you know what that looks like?"

she barks out a loud, rough laugh that echoes like a landslide. "sugar tits, i don't need to see to know what people are hiding under their floorboards. i’ve felt the vibration of these things in half the inns we've stayed at. you think people are quiet? they’re not. and the shape is pretty intuitive once you realize what it’s for."

she flicks her wrist, and the newly formed metal dildo—still warm from the friction of the bend—hovers over your entrance. she uses the magnetic pull of her bending to brush the tip against your swollen folds, teasing the sensitive skin with a cold, hard contrast that makes you shiver. "this is so weird," you lie, your voice cracking as you try to pull your legs together. "toph, seriously, this is... it's weird. put it away."

toph’s smirk only deepens, her head tilting as she 'listens' to the floor beneath you. "you’re a terrible liar. your heart is hammering against the stone like a trapped sparrow. it’s practically screaming at me to keep going. why do you bother lying to a woman who can literally feel your muscles twitching?"

you start to splutter out an excuse, something about the coldness of the metal or the absurdity of the situation, but she cuts you off with a sharp, flicking motion of her fingers. the metal dildo prods firmly against your opening, the weight of it immense and uncompromising. before you can even draw a breath to protest, she slides it in—one smooth  motion that stretches you wide and fills the aching void she left behind.

a choked, jagged moan escapes your lips as you feel the solid, unyielding weight of the iron inside you. it’s different from her tongue, different from her fingers; it’s a constant, cold pressure that makes you feel utterly conquered. toph moves her hand in a rhythmic, back-and-forth motion, her eyebrows raised in concentration as she feels the resistance of your internal walls through the metal.

she starts to increase the speed, the dildo thrusting into you with a mechanical, tireless force that no human could ever match. you’re squirming against the stone, your heels digging into the dirt as you try to find a rhythm, but toph is the one in control of the pace. she begins to talk, her voice low and raspy, vibrating through the air and the floor.

"look at you, shaking for a piece of scrap metal i just pulled out of the trash. you like how deep it goes, don't you? i can feel your cunt gripping it, trying to hold onto it. you’re so wet i’m surprised you haven’t short-circuited the bending yet. give it to me, sugar tits. let me feel exactly how much you can take before you break."

you’re biting your lip so hard you taste copper, desperate to keep the loudest of your moans from bouncing off the cave walls, but it’s a losing battle. the metal is moving so fast now, hitting your g-spot with a blunt, rhythmic thud that makes your vision go dark at the edges. you’re a mess of friction and sound, your body reacting to the cold iron as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

toph leans in closer, her face inches from yours, her breath smelling of mint and earth. she can feel the tension in your thighs reaching a breaking point, the way your entire skeletal structure is vibrating with the impending release. she slows the bending for just a second, a cruel, calculated pause that makes you sob out a plea.

"you can let go, you know," she whispers, her voice a rough caress. "i’ve got you. the earth isn't going anywhere. just let it out so i can feel the impact."

the permission is what finally undoes you. you let out a long, shuddering scream that tears through the silence of the quarry, your body bucking upward as the orgasm ripples through you in violent, agonizing waves. you’re so embarrassed by the sheer volume of it, by the way you’re clutching at her arms as if she’s the only solid thing left in the universe.

toph waits until the last of your tremors has faded into a soft, twitching heat before she calmly bends the metal away. she guides it back to the scrap pile, the iron shrieking one last time as it settles into the dust. she leans forward then, her movements surprisingly gentle as she presses a soft, lingering kiss to your inner thigh, right where the skin is most sensitive.

she pulls back, sitting in the dirt with her legs crossed, a massive, shit-eating grin plastered across her face as she wipes a stray smudge of dirt from her cheek.

"see? i told you iron was good for more than just armor. next time, maybe don't try to lie to the girl who can feel your toes curling from a mile away."

Slumped on your hammock, a joint nestled between two fingers, you rested. Peace rolled over you in waves, thrumming through your body every time you closed your eyes for longer than a few moments. It was a bliss you deprived yourself of for too long. Weeks without a chance to light up had left you noticeably irritable, especially to Luffy.

He knew of the activities you partook in, because the two of you grew up together. And he also knew you weren't the biggest fan of parties. So he wasn't surprised when he knocked on your bedroom door and heard you shuffling across the hardwood.

Your eyes are tired but you smile when you see him. “Hey, Luffy, what's up?” You don't try to hide the haze clouding your room behind you, knowing he wouldn't judge you for it. He returns the smile. “You seem like you’re having more fun in here. Do you mind if I join you?” You shrug, stepping aside and gesturing for him to enter, which he does with little to no hesitation. He clambers into your hammock, watching you with those big old eyes of his as you prop open your porthole window. “You don’t have to do that,” he tells you, patting the hammock beside him for you to sit.

“I don’t want to hotbox you,” you murmur around the joint between your lips. The hammock is inviting like a hug as you melt into the fabric beside him, resting your head on his shoulder, but keeping the joint away from him. Luffy never explicitly stated that he liked your habit, so you tried to keep it away from him just in case, so as to not piss him off and make him ban cannabis on the ship.

He reaches over you, trying to grab the joint. “Woah, dude, what?” “I want some,” he says simply. “Luffy, this is weed.” “I know.” “Like marijuana.” “…Yeah.” “Cannabis.” “I know what it is!” He shouts, still reaching. “I want to try it!”

“Are you sure?” You ask, leaning away, holding the joint farther away from him. He stretches his arm, trying to snatch it out of your hands. “Yes, I’m sure, I want some!” “Why?” Luffy sighs. “You… always seem like,... happier when you’re high. And I wanna see what all the fuss is about.” You hesitate. “Are you… not happy the way you are?” You ask slowly. He replies immediately. “Of course I’m happy, I just want to try it.” He was so quick to reply, so firm with his answer, that you don’t even question it, but you do sigh first. “Fine, but just a bit. I don’t want you taking more than you can handle.”

Luffy smiles brightly, reaching for the joint again. “Hold on… why don’t we just… just hold on,” you say hesitantly, trying to think of a way that he won’t be too overwhelmed on his first try with weed. You didn’t want him to react negatively because then he might never want to do it with you again. Or worse! He could ask you to stop smoking on the ship. And then you’d have to go find someplace in towns to smoke. Definitely out of the question. He had to like this. You had to do it right. Delicately.

“Just… breathe in the air that I breathe out first,” you say softly. He looks confused, but doesn’t question it. You inhale a hit, then blow it out in his face. He makes a face, but inhales the smoke. You smile softly. “Just give it a minute. I don’t want to overwhelm you with this.”

He opens his eyes after a moment, giving you a confused look. “Are you sure that worked?” You shrug. “I don’t know. I haven’t smoked with another person before. I only ever do it alone.” “Well… why can’t you just let me breathe some in from the stick?” “Joint,” you correct gently. “You know what I mean.” “I don’t want you having too much at once.” “Do you think I’m a baby?” He asks, making a face, his eyes narrowing. “Obviously not… I just don’t want you to have a bad experience.” “Look, I’ll be okay,” he promises.

While you ponder this, he reaches around behind you, his arm stretching to snatch the joint. He quickly brings it to his mouth before you could notice, inhaling a long pull. “Luffy!” You yelp, snatching it from his hand. He coughs, choking on the smoke, his eyes watering. “Oh my God, oh my God, breathe, deep breaths, calm down, it’s okay!” You say quickly, your hands hovering near him as if that would help extract the ridiculous amounts of marijuana in his lungs.

“This is horrible,” he chokes out, fanning his watering eyes, sticking his tongue out as if to get the taste out of his mouth. “I know, I know, why did you do that!? Why did you do that!?” “I thought it’d be cool,” he rasps. “You're such an idiot,” you sigh, scrambling for a water bottle on your nightstand. “Drink this. SLOWLY!”

Disregarding you completely, he chugs the water faster than you'd previously thought possible and immediately begins to choke on that as well, his eyes now very red from both tears and cannabis. “You moron,” you sigh, affectionately. He tries to smile at you, but coughs again, nearly in your face.

“You're so gross,” you giggle. “How do you do this everyday?” He asks, his voice considerably raspy. “Well, I don't breathe in half of the joint at once,” you tell him, teasingly. He frowns at you, but it quickly turns to laughter. “I also don't do it everyday,” you tell him. “Really?” “Yeah... It's every other day.”

“Luffy, why are you shaking?” “Time is wrong,” he whispers, glaring at the clock. “What do you mean?” He points at your digital clock on your end table, then at the analog clock on the wall. “It's backwards,” he tells you, his voice nervous. “No, it's not,” you assure him gently. “It's not working right,” he complains, eyes teary again. "It's not working right because of me!" “No, no, no, honey, it's working right-,” you say hurriedly, gently holding his face in your hands, making him look at you.

His bottom lip trembles in a pout, an expression of worry that he broke Time by indulging in cannabis. You bring him into a gentle hug, shushing him as he hides in your chest, crying about clocks. “It's okay, it's okay, baby, I promise, you didn't break the clock,” you assure him gently. He mumbles incoherently against your chest, his tears and saliva wetting your shirt.

“What was that?” “You're always so nice to me,” he sighs, his eyes hazy as you lift his head. “Yeah, I love you,” you tell him easily. He grins stupidly, leaning closer. “I love you too,” he admits. You return the smile, a softer gesture.

It wasn't unusual for the both of you to say ‘I love you’. You'd known each other for years, growing up alongside one another on Dawn Island. But this did feel a little different. You assumed it was because he was high and his words just automatically held a deeper meaning than he intended, but there was also something in his eyes, other than redness.

“I love you, like… So much,” Luffy tells you eagerly. He wraps his arms around you tighter, nuzzling at your cheek. This wasn't unusual either. Affection with Luffy was always easy, as easy as breathing. “I love you too, Luffy,” you tell him, your eyelids drooping slightly with a quiet admiration and affection. You glance for a split second at his lips, parted and chapped. He notices your glance, leaning in a bit more. “Like… So much,” he whispers, his eyes and tone lowering. “I know,” you tell him gently. “You don't know… how much I love you. Love being near you. And with you. And around you.”

Your breath catches at his intent persistence. Your feelings for Luffy had been a recent development, appearing not long after the two years you all spent apart. Absence makes the heart fall in love with your childhood best friend, or whatever they say. You didn't allow yourself to act on these emotions, repressing them to keep things from being weird around the ship. But it was harder for your emotions to be repressed when your inhibitions were already lowered and he was looking at you like that.

“But… Zoro,” you breathe. “I'm not Zoro,” he tells you, frowning. “No, idiot, I meant… I thought you and Zoro…” He gives you a curious look. “You thought we…?” You sigh, your face flushing. “I saw you kissing him, okay! And I'm not gonna be a homewrecker!” Luffy stares at you, confused. “There's… no home for you to wreck. I only kissed him because he wanted to see if he was gay.”

It takes you a moment to find your words, surprised by his casual admission. “...Really?” You ask, trying not to giggle. “Yeah! He thinks he might have a crush on someone and he wanted to see if it was because he was a boy or if it was because he was-...” “Because he was Sanji?” He gasps. “How'd you know?” “I'm not blind, sweetheart. So you kissed him?” “Yeah.” “Did you like it?” “Well, yeah, I like kissing anyone.” You can’t hold in your giggle at that. “Anyone?” He nods quickly. “But… I think I'd like kissing you more than anyone else.”

Your breath catches in your throat, thick like the smoke you shared with him. “Y-you-...?”

Luffy gets a little bit closer to you, in your lap and centimeters away as he nods again. He breathes your name, needy and eager. “Please…” He didn't have to say what he was asking for, and even if he wanted to, he wouldn't have the words. Because a moment later, your lips were on his, and his already melting brain shut off completely.

It's a frenzied dance of tongues, teeth and lips; clashing and soothing and sucking and nipping. You couldn't even be sure you were breathing. You both ached for this for years.

This wasn't the first kiss the both of you shared, but this was the first to hold so much emotion. Nine year olds didn't know what kisses meant. You both just knew that you liked the feeling. But that was all you shared between the both of you. Because Ace, who was 12 at the time and therefore much smarter than you and Luffy, said if the two of you kissed again, you'd have a baby and then Luffy would need to marry you.

That thoroughly scared the both of you away from kisses. Until now. As late teens, you understood your bodies better and the process of making babies, so you knew a kiss wouldn't be the end of your young freedom.

Luffy whispers your name with an eagerness that you can taste. His hand grips your hip tighter than he realized and you become aware of a heavy, hard pressing. “Is that your-?” You start, breathless with delight and surprise. “Yes,” he says, licking into your mouth to keep you from getting too far away.

“Please don't stop kissing, I-I need- it hurts- so bad,” he whimpers, shamelessly rutting against your hip, despite the bit of pain it caused him to press his already sensitive erection against straight bones. You tried to speak, but he swallowed your words, his teeth and tongue taking up more space in your mouth than your own.

Finally, you manage to pull away enough to voice your thoughts. “It hurts?” You echo, shocked. He nods quickly, whining with need. “Yeah! Hurts. Aches. For you.” He tries to kiss your neck to satiate his growing desires, but you gently push him away.

“Luffy, I don't want to take advantage of you. You're not in your right mind,” you try to say, realizing the fault in your previous actions. “No, no, no, not taking advantage, promise!” He says quickly, taking both of your hands in his.

Luffy gently kisses each of your fingertips as he mumbles assurances that he wanted you so bad, more than you know, for longer than you realized. “Please, please let me- I'll be so good to you, please, I'll be gentle, I'll be sweet, please,” he begs. “Baby, I've never… I don't know how to-” “Me either!” He gasps, beaming at you with a smile like the sun itself. “We can figure it out together!”

You take another hit of the dying blunt to help yourself make a decision. Luffy takes another hit while it remains between your fingers, then you finish it off and stamp it out. He looks at you expectantly, pouting slightly. “Please,” he murmurs again. You offer a smile and a single nod.

It was like you told him you knew where the One Piece was, the way his face lit up. Luffy lunges at you so quickly, the hammock overturns and you both spill to the floor. It's a struggle to get to your bed because he just keeps kissing you, his hands grasping every inch of flesh and plush he could reach.

When you make it to the mattress, he barely parts from your lips to take your shirt off of you, not waiting for you to do it yourself. Off goes his vest and shorts, gone are his flip flops. He tugs at your pants, wanting you to be as undressed as he was. “So fucking beautiful,” he whines as you slowly become more and more bare for him. You barely have a chance to get self conscious because he's already praising you before the thoughts could take root.

Luffy kisses all over you, with no rhyme or reason, no pattern, maybe not even a hidden method to his madness. Hell, he might not even know that this was foreplay. But his dick knew what it was.

He ruts against you, rubbing his tented boxers against your panties like that would make him stop leaking so badly. A soft whimper leaves your lips, his clumsy but insistent grinding causing a wet warmth in your panties. “Luffy- you're teasing,” you pant, trying to get him to kiss you again. He whimpers as he meets your lips, tugging and pawing at your panties.

It doesn't take long for your underwear to be shed, his own boxers following instantly. His cock rubs haphazardly on your core, smearing pre. His inexperience is painfully noticeable, but is made up by his eagerness. He sits up to look and gasps, starstruck, as he stares at your petals and pearl.

“Holy shit-... Baby, can I-?” He whispers, bending to kiss you again, as if to convince you that he deserved to go all the way with you. You nod quickly, too dizzy with excitement to get the words out.

He rubs along your pussy until his tip catches and presses in quickly. A gasp tears from your chest, your eyes widening almost comically, if it wasn't for the deep, throbbing pain between your legs. “Luffy!” You yelp.

The captain doesn't stop until he's all the way in, his happy trail tickling at your clit. “Luffy, I can't-” you gasp out, struggling to breath. You hadn't had a chance to get a look at his cock before he unceremoniously penetrated you, but he felt ginormous. You could feel his mushroom tip poking around what felt like the underside of your lungs. He wasn't necessarily too thick, but you'd never taken dick before so even his two-finger wide diameter was breathtaking.

He rolls his hips deep, as if being inside you wasn't close enough. Luffy whispers your name like it'll save him. His fingers dig deep circles into your hips, keeping you from squirming away.

You finally manage to catch a glimpse of your face and it almost sends you over the edge. His eyes were almost rolled back, teary and starstruck. His mouth was open, strands of saliva stringing between his teeth and lips. A beautiful blush dusted his face. He looked so pretty.

It takes all of your strength to hold in an impending orgasm. He meets your gaze and tries to smile. “You feel… so good,” he whimpers, hiding in your neck. Coherence seemed impossible, but you manage to comfort him with gentle shushes and praises of “doing so good, cap'n”.

“C-called me ‘Captain’ with-with my dick inside you,” he laughs breathlessly. “So silly.”

You giggle as well, bringing him out from your neck to meet your eyes again. “Is this… your first time?” You breathe. He nods, his eyes lowering to your lips. “Okay, me too,” you sigh, relaxing slightly. “I… don't really know how to have sex,” he admits shyly. “That's okay. You're doing amazing already. Just… go gentle, okay?”

For a virgin, he seemed to know what to do just fine. He pulls out just a bit, then snaps his hips, pushing all the breath from your lungs. “Ohhh!” You moan, your eyes fluttering closed. Your reaction plays up his ego. He does it again, harder. Another moan falls from your lips, your hips bucking involuntarily.

Luffy lifts your hips slightly, holding you off the bed just enough that it wasn't a strain on his own body. His thrusts are sloppy and uncoordinated and completely lack a rhythm, but each movement holds an excitement that makes your toes curl.

“Fuck-” You mewl, as he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, the new angle dizzying. “So pretty,” he coos, sounding drunk off your wet, sticky heat. “Wanna stay like this forever. With your sweet pussy warming my cock all nice.” You gasp, unaware that Luffy could be so vulgar.

“Oh, my God-!” “Shhh, don't worry about it, let me take care of it,” he promises. Luffy kisses your cheek, then down your body, his thrusts becoming gentler. “I think I'm close,” he whispers to your belly, his kisses becoming open-mouthed as you gasp and clench around him. “Y-you-?” “Yeah. I'm gonna cum inside you.” You can't get the words out to say no, but you also don't even want to say no.

You grab at his shoulders, bringing him chest to chest with you as you finally cum. Your nails dig into his skin as you yelp, twitching and trembling. He gasps, then groans deeply in your ear, sending shivers scrambling up and down your spine as he spills inside of you.

Uncharacteristic whimpers and whines fall from his lips to yours ears, open-mouthed and pathetic but oh so sweet. “Luffy-” You gasp, pressing your forehead to his. He clings to you as you milk him dry, your pussy sucking and squeezing along his length. Luffy mumbles incoherently in your ear. “What-... was that?” You breathe. “Can we make another weed stick?” “Roll another joint?” You correct gently. “Yeah! Please?”

You lay on your stomach, arms wrapped around your pillow as Luffy held your ass back and up against his hips.

One hand digs into your thigh, the other holds a blunt to his lips. He inhales a deep breath, then blows it out with a soft moan as he snaps his hips again. You whimper, hiding in the pillow. A tap on your shoulder brings you out and he's holding the joint beside your face. “Have some,” he murmurs. You struggle to take it, hands shaking, lungs already spasming.

The smoke slips through your body like silk, soothing your mind, layering a haze like honey. You hold it above your head lazily and he plucks it from your fingers.

Back and forth it goes, slowly dwindling over the course of half an hour. The entire time, he keeps his hips lazy, making small circles as he digs his cock into your sweet warmth.

Once it's finished, his thrusts regain their purpose. Your face smooshes into the pillow, drowning out the pretty moans he liked to hear so much. He tries to lift your head, tugging at your hair, but he stops when you whimper and swat at him. “Hurts,” you mewl, turning your head just enough for him to hear your pitiful sounds.

“Oh, sorry,” he whispers, kissing your cheek sweetly. “I just wanna hear your beautiful sounds when I make you cum again.”

God, he was so sexy. And not even his tone or his body per se, but just his personality and his mannerisms were so fucking hot.

“Please lemme cum inside again,” he whines, nuzzling and nipping at your ear. “Wanna fill you up. See you leaking and full…” Your breath escapes you in a quick stuttering sigh as your eyes widen. He keeps going.

“Wanna fuck you until it takes,” Luffy continues, his voice lowering to a growl. “Until you can't take anymore.” “Luffy-!” You gasp. Your whole body goes tense, spasms wracking your frame as you lock up. Your pussy squeezes him tighter than before and he nearly cries as your orgasm triggers his own.

He fucks you harder; one, two, three thrusts and he collapses on your back, whimpering your name into your vetitibrae as if to remind them who they, and he, belonged to. “Fuck… I love you so much.” It takes you a moment to respond, and when you do it's muffled and whiney, but he knows exactly what you're trying to say.

“I… take it the feeling is mutual then?” He whispers in your ear, low and hotter than he intended. You nod once, fluttering around his still-throbbing length. Luffy hisses through his teeth. “Oh, fuck, don't-”

But it's too late. One more tiny squeeze and he's rock hard again. “Oh, Luffy,” you whine, worn out. “I'm sorry, baby, you're just… so hot.” He presses soothing kisses to your shoulder, making up for his insatiable hunger for you. “One more? I promise I'll make it count.”

you would not believe how hard it is to write smut while driving around Florida with your grandmother blasting worship music for 5 days straight.

The smell of smoke and decomposing bodies wasn’t as unsettling as the fact that you were getting used to it. The debris cracking softly under your feet, the sound of mewls and grumbling being silenced by your tired but precise shots. Raccoon City didn’t feel like home anymore, but you found yourself appreciating the peace of not being raided, of your enemies being manageable, of trusting in your own abilities for once.

It was weird how confident one gets after escaping a dire situation. You remembered vividly the first time you held a gun. Your hands were shaking, but you managed to do a headshot. Not because you aimed it well, but because the zombie-turned man you once shared a cell with was far too close for you to miss. You heard the thud against the cold tiled floor of the lab, watching as the blood pooled beneath you two.

And now, you couldn’t even smell it anymore. Not unless you really focus, at least.

Which you didn’t.

You climbed up the fire escape to a random building, sitting down on the cold metallic floor before laying on your stomach, positioning your sniper and starting to watch the city. You shot a few infected, but you were mostly searching for the giant beast that had run past you earlier.

The concentrated frown on your face softened as a smirk tugged on your lips.

Jill Valentine.

“What kind of trouble are you in now, miss Valentine?” you murmured to yourself, moving the scope and identifying the beast.

It was too fast for it’s size, but you knew the city, knew every debris, every change. So as Jill ran through a smaller space, forcing him to slow down, you quickly shot the chains that held the partially broken pieces of the building's ceiling together, burying him.

Jill’s eyes immediately found you, like a magnet, knowing you would be up somewhere, always on the higher ground. She got closer, standing on the ground beneath, looking up at you at the fire escape.

“We gotta stop meeting like this,” you say, reloading your sniper.

“I wouldn’t say that,” she muses, smiling softly. “I don’t mind having you save my life.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mhm.”

“Well… I don’t think anyone really minds having their lives saved, J,” you argue, tilting your head.

“After all I’ve been through this month, I can be picky,” she lets out a chuckle.

You smile. “I sure can’t argue with that. Now, tell me, who can’t save you?”

“Most of men. They usually don’t, anyway,” she says condescendingly — as she always does when she talks about men —, and it was a great look on her.

“Hm, so your life is for the ladies to save?”

“I’m for the ladies.”

You bit your cheek, holding back a smile.

“Only for the ladies?”

“Well, aren't you curious?” she raised one eyebrow, making you shiver.

“I'm just… keeping the conversation going.”

“Oh, yeah?” she tilted her head, stepping closer.

“What? Don't believe me?”

She silently climbed up the ladder, then walked up the stairs of the fire escape. Slowly. When she reached your level, she stood before you, looking down at your sitting form.

“You're not very convincing.”

“Maybe you just have too many trust issues,” you rebuke, feeling your lips tugging.

“Can you ever be the problem?”

“Being… precise is kinda my thing,” you say slowly, chewing each word. “I'm usually… spot on.”

“Mhm, I'm sure you are, princess.” She leaned down, hand on the railing, one foot steady between your legs. “You're… accurate, aren't you?”

“More than you'll ever know,” you lied. You were praying that she would find out.

“Again.” She put her finger under your chin, tilting it upwards. “Not very convincing.”

You held your breath as she leaned closer and closer, lips almost brushing when you held her jaw, thumb over her mouth.

“I don't think Raccoon City is the most ideal place to have a first kiss at,” you whispered.

Jill gently opened her mouth and bit your thumb teasingly.

“It would be a shame if we didn't get to kiss at all.”

“You better survive, then.” You lean closer and kiss her cheek, your lips far too close to hers.

A quiet giggle left your lips as you noticed her frustrated expression, and before she could retaliate, you jumped off the fire escape, landing on a nearby rooftop. You heard Jill yell your name when you did so, and your smile widened.

“Did you have to throw yourself into the air like that?”

“Can’t a girl show off?” you said, looking back to see Jill's smile before finally walking off, going back to surviving the hell that has become of Raccoon City.

“nanno?”

your voice is barely above a whisper, eyes tired as you stare at the clock for the umpteenth time since your session started.

the girl only hums in response, not sparing you a glance. her gaze is glued to the textbook in her lap, slim fingers turning the pages every now and then as she carefully notes down anything she considered important.

you feel almost idiotic.

eyes shifting from the books scattered across your blankets to the girl on your floor, you find yourself almost drawn to her. she’s alluring, hypnotic, and you move from your spot on your bed to sit next to her.

it’s only then she looks your way, glancing towards you for a fleeting moment before she’s back to studying. “do you need something?” after a moment of your silence nanno finally — finally! — snaps her book shut and turns to you. “what’s wrong?”

you try not to focus on her lips; how soft they look, the way the curve into a smile that has you melting.

“i–” your voice catches in your throat as you stare, dazedly, at her. “it’s been an hour,” you mumble. “you’ll have to go soon.”

nanno’s eyes fall on the clock then, and she acknowledges the time with a small nod. “well,” she then turns back to you, “shall we use our last half hour to revise?”

you almost miss how she gets closer; you almost miss the warmth of her hand on your thigh and the way your knees touch. you’re stunned, mouth open to say something but nothing coming out.

“nanno–”

“i’ve noticed.” for a moment, she doesn’t say anything else. her finger just draws soft circles on your skin, eyes sparkling and smile wide. “i’ve noticed the staring.”

she leans in, face inches away from yours. you want to respond, mind scrambling for something, anything, to say. but nothing comes out.

nanno doesn’t seem to mind. “have you?” she’s even closer now, nose barely touching yours. “have you noticed me staring? sometimes, when i’m bored in class, i look at you.”

“no,” you say finally. “i– i haven’t noticed.”

it’s as if time slows down. nanno’s leaning forward until her lips brush slowly, faintly, against yours. her hands move from your thighs to your waist as she pulls you flush against her. your own hands go to cup her face gently as she kisses you on your bedroom floor.

the kiss is soft, warm, and the rest of the world seems to melt away as her lips move against yours lovingly.

you never want this moment to end.

but it does. slowly, her lips detach from yours as she pulls away. “i have to go,” she says. “i have to leave you now.”

you’re still dazed, mind still foggy, and you drunkenly lean in to try and meet her lips in another kiss. “don’t go,” you murmur. “please stay.”

her silence is heavy, weighing uncomfortably on your shoulders as you stroke her cheeks softly. “please don’t go.” her eyes seem almost sad.

nanno leans into your touch, still smiling, a silent reminder. still yours.

“i have to go,” she says again, voice quiet.

you feel like crying.

“but–” your throat constricts, words lodged uncomfortably as you look at nanno through teary eyes. “but i’ll see you at school tomorrow, right?”

you both know the answer. no. it’s suddenly hard to breathe.

“you will never see me again.”

you ignore the tears — you ignore the way your heart aches — as you pull her close for one last kiss.

a silent reminder. still mine.

her grip on your hips is fierce but grounding. you try and pull her closer, closer, leaving hardly any space between the two of you.

you want to touch her, to feel her all over, but your hands desperately cling to her face.

“i love you,” you murmur against her lips. she doesn’t respond, and you don’t expect her to. “i love you.”