The kitchen was usually a sanctuary of quiet efficiency after midnight for Sanji. He was in his element, meticulously wiping down the counters as he hummed a quiet tune under his breath. 

When the heavy wooden door creaked open, he didn’t even need to look up to know it was you. The shift in the room's energy, the soft patter of bare feet against the floorboards, was enough to make his heart skip a beat.

He glanced over his shoulder, a soft smile instantly gracing his lips as he saw you standing in the doorway, rubbing your eyes, looking small and still half-asleep. Your curls slightly flattened from sleep, a few soft coils spilling freely around your face as you stood there, clothes hanging loosely on your frame as if you had been gently pulled out of a dream. You looked unfairly beautiful in Sanji's eyes, the kind of beauty that made his chest tighten without warning. 

“You should be in bed, my love,” he murmured, a cigarette dangling loosely from his lips. "The night air is cold, and a beautiful creature like you needs their rest. Go back to the bedroom." 

You didn’t move. Instead, you crossed your arms over your chest, a heavy, exaggerated pout settling on your face as you leaned against the doorframe. “I can't sleep,” you said, your voice thick with exhaustion and a distinct note of frustration.

Sanji’s expression softened instantly, his protective instincts kicking. He tossed the towel onto the counter and turned to face you fully, wiping his hands on his apron. “Do you want me to make you some tea perhaps? A little warm milk with honey to help you drift off?”

“Noo,” you whined, stretching out the word as you walked further into the kitchen, your eyes locked onto his. You stopped just a few feet away, looking at him with pure accusation. "I want my boyfriend in my bed.”

Sanji let out a breathless, weak laugh, his chest tightening at the sheer sweetness — and the agonizing temptation — of your words. He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks flushing a faint pink. He wanted nothing more than to scoop you up right then and there, carry you back to the dark warmth of your shared room, and hold you until morning. But the kitchen was a mess from Luffy's midnight raid, and if he didn't finish now, breakfast would be late.

“Don't tease, baby, I am almost done,” he pleaded softly, offering you a reassuring, apologetic smile. "Just give me ten more minutes to finish scrubbing this counter, and I'll be all yours."

Instead of going back to the room, you walked over to the long wooden dining table. With a slow, fluid motion, you climbed up and laid down on it lazily, propping your head up with one hand while stretching your legs out across the dark wood.

"Ten minutes is too long, Sanji," you sighed, tracing a mindless circle on the table. "It's so cold in that bed without you."

Sanji turned back to the counter, trying desperately to focus, but his heart was hammering against his ribs. "Really, hm? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to corrupt your hard-working cook."

"Maybe I am," you purred, shifting your weight, the fabric of your sleepwear rustling softly in the quiet room. "Or maybe I'm just thinking about what those hands of yours could be doing instead of holding a dish towel. You're so good with your hands, Sanji. It's a shame to waste them on countertops."

The cigarette between his lips flared bright orange. "Sweetheart, please," he groaned, his voice dropping an octave, a sudden wave of heat washing over his skin. "You have no idea how hard it is to stay over here right now."

Holding his gaze, you slowly slid your hand down your stomach, your fingers slipping effortlessly beneath the waistband of your panties.

Sanji completely froze. He couldn't take his eyes off you. He watched painfully frustrated, as the fabric of your underwear tented over your fingers. He looked so incredibly hot and bothered, his jaw tight and his chest heaving as his breathing turned shallow and ragged, already sounding like a complete mess. 

"Ah... god," Sanji choked out, setting his cigarette down safely and taking a heavy, helpless step toward the table. He looked absolutely ruined just by the sight of you, completely intoxicated by how effortlessly beautiful you were. "You are... you are absolutely perfect, my love. Look at you."

He leaned his hands on the edge of the table. He was transfixed, on the movement of your hand under the cotton fabric.

"You're so gorgeous like this," he whispered, his voice trembling with lust. But as he leaned in closer, desperate to touch you, you stopped him with a sharp look. 

"No," you whispered, your fingers dipping deeper into your panties, the friction producing a soft, wet sound that echoed loudly in the quiet kitchen.

You kept your eyes locked onto his, your hips rolling slightly against your own hand. You were punishing him. Punishing him for prioritizing his chores over you, for telling you to go back to bed instead of welcoming you into his arms the moment you walked through the door.

Sanji’s breath hitched. He took a desperate step forward, completely unable to focus on anything but the agonizingly beautiful sight of you taking care of yourself right in front of him.

"Ah—wait, please," he choked out. "Let me... please let me help you. You shouldn't have to do that yourself when I'm right here."

"I said no," you commanded. 

Sanji stepped closer anyway, desperate, his hands reaching out instinctively to touch your knees, to pry your legs further apart so he could finally bury his face between them. But as he leaned in, you raised your leg, pressing your  foot firmly against his chest, right over his racing heart, stopping him in his tracks.

"Stay there," you told him.

Sanji gasped, your resistance only fueling the fire in his blood. He didn't push your foot away. Instead, his hands came up to gently cup your ankle, and with an expression of pure devotion, he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to the arch of your foot. He couldn't help himself. He was entirely at your mercy already, begging with his eyes as you continued to finger yourself, rubbing over your soaking wet clit under his worshipful gaze.

You let out a plaintive whimper, and it breaks his heart. You slid two fingers deep inside your tight folds, tracing your sensitive walls while your thumb frantically worked your swollen nub. "Mean Sanji," you complained, your voice breaking into a breathless, irritated pout. "I can't reach it. It’s your fault. It's all your fault."

Sanji looked up at you from where he was held at bay, his eyes blown wide with desperation. "My fault? Tell me how to fix it, please—"

"If you had been a good boy," you gasped, arching your back off the wooden table. "If you had just taken care of me from the start, I'd let you touch me. But you weren't. So now I can't even focus."

The words good boy seemed to snap something deep inside him. Sanji dropped heavily to his knees before the table, his hands gripping the wood. "Please," he begged you, "please, let me do it. Let me fix it. Don't punish me like this, I'll do anything. Just let me make you come, please, my love."

Instead of answering him, you reached up with your free hand and slid it under your top, cupping your own breast. You squeezed it, rolling your nipple between your fingers, letting out a soft, needy moan that made Sanji's knees go weak. 

"Sanji..." you sighed his name out loud, but your tone wasn't an invitation, it was a reprimand. You kept pumping your fingers inside yourself, your hips rolling against your hand. "You're such a bad boyfriend. Leaving me all alone in that cold bed while you worry about your kitchen.”

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, my love," Sanji begged, his hand instinctively dropping down to grasp his own crotch, grinding his throbbing length into his palm right through his trousers. He let out a loud, ragged groan. "I'll be better, I swear. Just let me touch you. Look at how beautiful you are... you're absolutely perfect, driving me entirely insane.”

You didn’t acknowledge his begging once again and instead, you slowly hooked your index finger under the elastic band of your panties and slid the fabric completely to the side. You parted your thighs wider, showing your swollen folds to him. Your pussy was dripping, completely soaked, with your own thick cream coating your fingers. 

Sanji let out a pathetic whimper at the sight, his eyes blowing wide with pure desperation. “Fuck so wet… so gorgeous. God, please, let me clean you up.”

Finally, you stopped your fingers, pulling them out with a wet pop. You looked down at his ruined form. “Come closer,” you whispered. 

Sanji moved forward like a starving man, his face hovering just inches from your pussy, his lips parted as he panted heavily, and you plunged your fingers soaked in your juices, into his mouth. His tongue tickles your fingers as he moans.

When you remove your fingers, you lean down slightly, and deliberately spit directly into his waiting mouth. Sanji swallowed it instantly, his throat bobbing as he whimpered, a dark flush spreading across his cheeks. You leaned down further, reaching out to fist your fingers tightly into his soft blond hair. You tugged firmly, before you dragged his face down exactly where you wanted it. 

Instead of letting him touch your bare skin yet, you pressed his mouth flush against the damp fabric of your panties, keeping your hand tangled firmly in his hair. He immediately began kissing you right through the cloth, his hot breath soaking into the material. “Taste how wet you made me through my clothes.”

Sanji whimpered loudly, his hands gripping the edges of the table so hard the wood groaned. "Please... yes, my love, anything," he choked out, completely drunk on you.

"Good boy. Now kiss the lace. Lick it clean," you murmured, pushing his face back down.

He didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second. He began to worship you exactly the way you demanded, tracing the damp outline of your pussy through the fabric with the flat of his tongue. He groaned into your lap, the deep, vibrating sound rumbling right against your sensitive core, making your own hips twitch. You pulled his hair again, directing his mouth to the soaked center, commanding him to suck the wet cotton until he was completely drenched in your scent. 

Only when you were completely satisfied by his work, you slowly slide  the fabric down to your legs, with his little help. “Now, make me cum baby.”

Sanji didn’t waste another second, driven entirely mad by the taste of your juice, and buried his face directly into your soaking wet pussy. 

He didn't just touch you, he devoured you. He slammed his mouth against your clit, his tongue sweeping over your sensitive opening in long, heavy, greedy strokes. He spread your soaking wet lips wide with his thumbs, forcing his tongue deep inside your creaming hole, mimicking the motion of a hard fuck before pulling back to suck your engorged clit into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, biting gently until you were screaming. Every loud whine and sob that left your lips was met with a deeper press of his mouth, swallowing down every single drop of your sweet juices as you creamed directly onto his face.

But as he swallowed your sweetness, as your frantic essence coated his tongue and lips, something in Sanji began to shift. The taste of you was too intoxicating, making him utterly drunk. The hunger didn't fade, it grew stronger and more demanding. The gentle, compliant cook was fading away, replaced by something much more dominant. 

He caught your hips, pinning you flat against the hard wooden table. When he pulled his face away, his lips were slick and shining, his gaze dark and heavy under his blond bangs. 

"You're so cruel to me," Sanji whispered, his voice suddenly smooth, not begging anymore. "Making me wait. Making me watch. You've been a very bad girl, ruining my kitchen like this."

Before you could even process the sudden switch in his demeanor, Sanji hooked your legs over his broad shoulders. His large hand reached down, quickly unzipping his trousers and freeing his thick cock, already leaking heavy pre-cum. He didn’t wait a single second and aligned his aching head directly against your soaking little hole, and drove into you, his head carving a place for itself inside you. 

You moan as your fingers tangled into his shirt, your body already overwhelmed by the thick stretch of his head. You were completely ruined by it, and so was he. Sanji let out a loud groan, his chest heaving as he stared down at you. 

He pinned your hands above your head against the table, his grip firm and possessive, yet his lips still pressed soft kisses along your jaw and neck.

The sweltering day turned to a warm night, the moon overhead the ship cast a bright light over the ship.

Dinner was served as a cold cucumber salad and buckwheat noodles paired with an icy savory sauce for dipping. Along with a few other refreshing side dishes and tropical sorbet for dessert.

Most of the crew had gone to their quarters, Zoro taking up first watch in the Crows Nest while Sanji prepared breakfast for the next morning and Usopp tinkered down in his factory.

You had retired to Luffy and yours private quarters, Luffy had his reservations at first, change was challenging for him and he had always slept with the guys in a dog pile but once he realized you wouldn’t sleep there with him he quickly got around to the idea of a private space for him and you. Your large bed was covered in breezy sheets and a light comforter, Luffy’s body heat being high enough to last you both year long.

The jolly roger shorts and tank top you traded in for a soft, flowy night gown. The cotton hemmed with lace laid neatly over your frame drifting near your mid thigh. The thin straps suited the temperature; you had opened the small porthole in the room, a view of the slow waves greeted you outside. A cool glass of water sat on the nightstand next to your handheld fan, matching Robin and Nami’s ornate ones.

Setting aflame the tall candle on your dresser and turning the lamps off your room was cast in a warm light the coziness of your bed called to you. The deep red sheets and yellow bedspread are a welcome sight. Perhaps the Sunny will sail into cooler waters by morning.

A gnawing thought weighed on your mind particularly a set of words said by your very captain, “come find me later.” Though it seems he’ll be the one seeking you out this evening. Luffy typically is in bed sometime after you, though it’s never a set time it's always after you have already been done with your nightly ritual. Your jasmine body oil applied and hair in a simple braid tied with silk.

Pulling your side of the blanket down you hear a pair of barefooted steps flopping down the hallway signaling your boyfriend's arrival. The door to your cabin slightly creaks as he steps into the room, his straw hat atop his raven head, mischievous brown eyes instantly finding yours before a rubber arm closes the door.

Suddenly he's in your face, one arm wrapping around your waist and the other hand holding the left side of your face. Eyes peering into yours, the pools of caramel warming your heart instantly along with igniting a heat beneath your nighty. “Hey pretty,” he says, voice low and smooth. Like making you weak at the knees comes easy to him. “Hi honey,” you spoke softly, “I’ve been missing you,” you added.

“You didn’t come find me” his handsome face began to pout boyishly. “Yes I know," you drowned out the note, “I was helping Nami trim her hair and then Usopp had me sit as target practice for this weird new dart plant thing? I don’t really know what it was but yeah it took forever.” His face doesn’t change dropping the hand on your face to join the other around your waist, looking off to the side. “Oh come on crybaby, you’re fine. How was dinner? Did you like what Sanji made?”

“I always like what Sanji makes, that’s why he’s the chef.” There he is, you think as your arms go around his neck, one hand finding his hair, the two of you standing next to the bed. You lean in close to his tan ear, “What if I told you I had dessert?”

The warm brown eyes you loved so much darkened with lust and something familiar, hunger. In a matter of milliseconds your body is manipulated with quiet ferocity onto your hands and knees on the bed. Luffy's right hand is clasped on your hip while the other presses itself on your lower back. Urging you to arch your back Luffy speaks, “Where are those shorts baby? They were so pretty on you.” You can feel his breath on the backs of your thighs, clenching at the thought of what’s coming next you respond.

“I still have them, I just got ready for bed, don’t you like it?” You question flirtatiously slightly swaying the red fabric. Before you can get an answer you feel a wet rubber tongue snake its way under your nightgown, taking a big sloppy lick of you on top of your underwear. Squealing at the sensation you lurch forward but one stretchy arm suddenly pins you down. Holding your hips with one arm, Luffy uses the other to remove your underwear.

Hearing him toss them somewhere in the room, he smacks his lips “Yanno baby? I really wanted to do stuff to you earlier.” Both hands now gripping your hips you feel his breath returning. Now it’s coming out in pants, brushing against your most intimate parts.

“Wanted to have you just like this, spread out on the table like my favorite dessert. I wouldn’t have even cared that everyone was there, I woulda let them watch” Now that had you clenching, your slick beginning to run down your thighs in a cold wake. This didn’t go unnoticed by your captain. Playing into the fantasy he adds, “ Zoro woulda been so jealous seeing how I fuck you, Nami and Robin wondering how someone can look so good looking so nasty, Sanji wouldnt have even made it up the stairs. Poor bastard passing out from the scent of you.” Your face flushes red with shame, your body reacting rapidly as you attempt to clench your legs. Stopped by your captain’s iron-like grip, he continues in a gravely voice.

“Might’ve had to throw Chopper overboard but that’s okay we could grab him after we’re done, Usopp would look so funny probably wouldn’t even know what to say as Franky just watched, freaking perv.” The idea of your closest friends watching you in that state sent a jolt of both excitement and taboo through you. “You like that don’t you? Thinking about the crew seeing you all wet and ready for me.” Your breath hitches and a soft whine emits you as you feel his tongue slowly start to circle around your entrance. Teasing both you and himself.

Slightly dipping it inside you and pulling back , you feel a string of arousal connecting you to his tongue. ‘Why is he going so slow? Holding himself back.’ Usually Luffy is kinda a straight to the point kinda lover. Like throw your pants off and stick it in kinda straight to the point. So why is he taking his time with you? “Mmmf, Luffy” you moan softly, arching your back into his grasp. His grip tightens on your hips, “stop moving.”

A second later you feel the tongue dipping inside you once again. Going deeper. And deeper and before you knew it it filled you completely, Luffy had stretched his tongue so that it was now fucking you. A loud moan stretched from your throat hitting the walls of your room.

Beginning to drag his tongue slowly in and out of your walls. The feeling of his wet rubber appendage welcomed. Both hands on your hips as you push yourself farther into him, your own hands gripping the blanket between your fingers.

Speeding up the thrusts of his tongue he begins to plunge even deeper inside of you. It curled and twisted reaching depths you could never reach on your own. You don’t know what you’d do if you ever left the crew, prolly be celibate til you die. Luffy had ruined you for anyone else. You felt your juices coating his face as your slick ran down your thighs as he groaned into your backside.

He pulled out of you with a loud pop, obnoxious like eating a lollipop. Thick strings of you were attached to his face, covering his mouth and jaw. “Oh fuck you taste so good” he whined before diving back into your soaking core. His tongue now flicks your clit and returns to dive inside your hole every once in a while.

Two fingers now wedge themselves inside you assisting him in scooping out slops of your wetness. You can feel the slick now in thick strands down your thighs. Stretching you wider while his tongue slurps you loudly, the wet sounds spread through the small room. Soft pants and moans mixed with the sloppy, wet noises coming from Luffy as he sucks and fucks you quickly.

“Bet they’re listening right now,” Luffy’s voice rings out from behind you, muffled and smug. “Zoro’s got his cock in his hand, Nami and Robin are rubbing their cunts together listening to your sounds while Sanji’s got his fingers up his ass imagining how you taste.” Your lover's nasty words spark a new fire inside you. The thought your crew in such states is so strong it sends you into a powerful orgasm. A loud wail escapes you. Luffy doesn’t stop, his fingers keep pistoling in and out of you.

His raspy words reach your ears once again, just barely grounding you as he sends you close to overstimulation. “That’s it, that’s my nasty girl. All worked up huh?” A pair of fingers coming up to tweak your sensitive nipples. Where was this coming from? Luffy had never been so dirty mouthed. Sure he was vocal in bed but it was mostly whines and babbles.

“The thought of you being watched by them turns you on? Yeah thought so, maybe I’ll invite them in. What do you think of that?” A harsh smack on your ass causes you to moan again in response. His tongue stretches impossibly deep, the top curling to brush against the spot that makes you see stars. In combination with his words you can feel yourself coming closer to the edge again.

Your clit is flicked again and a thumb skims your butthole and your cumming once again. “That’s right baby cum for me, let everyone know how you cum for your captain.” Before it could be stopped a throaty echoing sound escapes you “AAHH CAPTAINNN.. Luffyyyy.” Your legs shake and your walls spasm around his tongue as you soak the blanket beneath you gushing all over his face, jaw and neck.

He groans loudly still buried behind you, drinking everything you have to give him down. One hand rubs your ass while you slowly come down from your high. He finally pulls back and gently has you lay down next to him. His stretchy arms coming to wrap themselves around you, a large bulge in his shorts is thick and hard. But he seems to be patient right now, focused on helping you come down to earth. He’s learned that he needs to give you a few minutes to breathe before returning to a new round sometimes.

“Wow Y/N baby look at the mess you made,” spreading your legs to prove his point he gently rubs the sides of your thighs. Your slick fluids drenched the bedding and it’s begun to dry on your inner thighs. “Shishishi, you think they’re really listening? Maybe I should’ve opened the door.”

Your face and ears flush a bright red as you bury yourself between his chest and arm. Hiding you face in shame as you recall your previous experience. Post nut clarity is crazy.

You hear his giggles and you prepare to teach him a lesson in decorum.

end

Part 1 of ?

Warning sexual content and emotional damage minors dnf

Mamma told you it would lead to no good, playing with pirates. You never thought it would be a problem as no one hardly looked at you any way. Until one did. Why did he have to turn into a warlord. Not a common low life, that you could of handled. A low life you didnt have to see the wanted poster of for the last 20 years.

It was the day of rogers execution the streets full with pirates to be. As the crowds ran him and his friend, who had explained hed just broken up with some on. ended up chatting with you. The boy in question - the warlord to be put his arm around your waist, whispering princess was you played pool, blushing and giggling at the dark haired boys words. Dares being flung around the table as his red haired friend give a drunken chaste kiss on your cheek. The night becoming more of a Drunken haze of 19 year olds being let lose for the first time. You wonder if they ever remember the night. 

Of course, Mihawk remembers his first time. He didn't want to forget it. He knew if he was to become the worlds greatest swordsman it was going to take all his time. Thats what for one night, he wanted to be normal. Thats why hed chose normal Glasses, perky and innocent, some thing hed never get again once he was a pirate. It felt right to they night he kissed you. After getting shanks aways from them with another person. That night he decided hed just be mihawk  

The little boat swayed, as he looked down on you, placing a hand either side of your head on the pillow. “First time?” he asked. His mouth smirked ever so slightly as you nodded in reply. “Mine to.” His tone dropping a little actually showing he was a young man still, his voice and body filled with quite complementation. A nervous energy washed over the cabin. He drew the sheet up over, creating a tent around the two of you. 

Letting out a nervous giggle, again due to being tipsy. “Hush my Princesa” He lined up with your entrance. Easing it in slowly. Breaths that had been held in let out finally. The switch just when off just looking at one another. His eyes seemed to flood with admiration and need for human contact not just lust.

“It feels good Mihawk” he kisses lightly, giving an experimental thrust, making you gasp a little. 

“My Princesa say my name again.”

“Mihawk” 

“I love the way it sounds in your mouth, so innocent, SO desperate. I dont deserve to be blessed by it” He bottoms out, the fullness making you bite the bottom of your lips. He kisses again. Hooking a tongue between the lips. His movement becoming more bold as he draws back and fills you again. Soft wet noises fill the room as each time he takes his fill, mihawk rolls his hips making sure to nestle down a bit on your sensitive clit. “Y/N. you feel so perfect for me.”

Your own movements become more fluid as well. Coming up to meet his moves. Each dart of the hips meeting his. He bends down suckling a nipple into his mouth. The nub sensitive as he licks.he hits just the right spot finally making stars appear. To you its almost as if theres a helo around him. Like fallen angle come to whisk off a forbidden lover. Hi pulls out just in time. His cock slapping your pelvic bone and spending his milky cum over it. Both breathless you just look into the golden eyes above you. Alive and wanting. Only for you. 

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Mihawk watched you sleeping on his chest as he lended back on the little bed of the boat he rented to get to town. The sun just starting to pork through the threadbare curtains. He could stay he though to himself. He could be a boyfriend, maybe even tuen into a husband one day. He could start gardening and researching the wine the tasted on another island but he knew the draw of being the worlds greatest swords men , the dream he wanted the most. This person laying on him now was a bad idea, in hind sight. As it was something he now wanted as well as his dream. It was the only way he could think of in that moment.

Waking up, on a solid piece of flesh . baby whisps of chest hair on your cheek. Remembering what and where you were. Looking up to see the healthy jaw line of a pirate youd only just met. “Good morning” letting out a yawn

“princesa , good morning to you to” Mihawk slips and arm around you almost bashfully.

“I thought we could have breakfast together.”

“That sounds like a lovely idea. I have no food though. Maybe you could freshen up and get some for us. Ill give you berri.” mihawk replied trying noe to give away what his plan was next. It had almost been to easy. You tapped his chest and his arm released you. Letting the clovers slip away as you stood mihawk could see the full figure of you. And a very nice ass as you walked to the shower. He really was kicking himself in this moment. After washing and changing into last nights outfit. Mihawk had returned himself from the bathroom now in pants. And a purse of berri around his wrist. “Here take this it should be enough for breakfast.”

Dutifully taking the purse none the wiser. You look at the young man again. He takes you hand so carefully. Kissing each knuckle. “My princesa,” where is last words as you left. When at the market suddenly you had no clue on what he actually eat. Did mihawk like savoury - ehhs and bacon. Maybe a more refined pallet of oats and fruit. Deciding maybe the basic bread and butter option as best. Even picking up a sparkling grape juice there being more than enough berri for a days meal. 

Trekking back to the docklands. You see it. Heart freezing at the scene, a tiny boat being drove away from the island wake behind it. Hed left. Hed paid you and left.

Mamma told you not to mess with pirates. 

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“You’re smiling again.”

The sudden voice startled you badly enough that your hand slipped against the railing. Turning quickly, you found Luffy grinning at you only inches away, his chin hooked carelessly over the wooden edge beside yours. He had wandered over without you noticing, all warmth and sunlight and easy affection, standing far too close for your composure's sake.

“What?” you asked, hoping your voice sounded steadier than you felt.

“You do that sometimes,” he said matter-of-factly. “You look at me and smile all weird.”

Heat rushed instantly to your face.

“I do not.”

“You do.” Luffy insisted, leaning in with exaggerated focus as though studying you. “Like this.”

The face he made was so absurdly wrong that laughter slipped out of you before you could stop it.

Luffy lit up immediately, as if that had been exactly what he wanted.

There it was again. That warmth.

He looked unbearably pleased simply because he had managed to make you laugh, and the frightening thing was that perhaps it really had been his goal all along. Luffy loved seeing the people around him happy with such uncomplicated sincerity that it often felt impossible to protect yourself from him.

He made it terribly easy to love him.

Easy to ache for impossible things whenever he looked at you with the same warmth he offered the sea, the sky, and every wounded soul he welcomed into his orbit.

That was the problem, really. Luffy looked at everyone that way.

And…sometimes it was the smallest things that ruined you most.

Luffy shoving the larger half of his dessert into your hands because yours “looked smaller.”

Luffy collapsing into your lap for naps without warning, trusting you so completely that it made your chest tighten painfully.

Luffy grabbing your wrist excitedly whenever he discovered something he wanted you specifically to see.

“Look!” “Try this!” “Isn’t that cool?!”

As though every beautiful thing in the world became brighter simply because you experienced it beside him.

He never noticed what those moments did to you. Never realised the way your pulse stumbled whenever he smiled directly at you, or how carefully you carried every thoughtless touch in the quietest corners of your heart.

Luffy loved freely and without restraint, but romance slipped past him like water through open fingers.

You learned that truth slowly. Painfully.

Like standing beneath the sun for too long and only noticing afterwards that you had been burned.

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It became undeniable after Boa Hancock.

The most beautiful woman in the world loved Luffy openly, fiercely, with the kind of devotion people wrote legends about. Men lost their minds at the sight of her. Entire kingdoms bent willingly beneath her feet.

And yet Luffy looked at her marriage proposals with complete confusion.

“Huh? But I don’t wanna marry you.”

Simple, honest, and entirely oblivious to the devastation such words might have caused anyone else.

Somehow, that hurt more. Because if someone as radiant as Boa Hancock could not stir something romantic within him, then your feelings had never truly stood a chance at all.

That thought settled quietly inside you after that, cold and silver like moonlight spilling across the sea. 

So you stopped reaching for him so often. Stopped lingering beside him longer than necessary, stopped allowing yourself to imagine impossible futures whenever he smiled at you with that same careless warmth.

It was embarrassing, really, the foolishness of your own heart.

Perhaps the moon was always destined to chase the sun, caught forever in a hauntingly beautiful dance of longing and light. No matter how far you pulled away from Luffy, some part of you would always turn instinctively toward him.

And perhaps that was your tragic fate.

How could the moon have forgotten that its beauty shone brightest only in the presence of the sun?

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Luffy noticed eventually. Not because he understood romance, but because he understood you. 

“You’ve been sad lately.” 

The words had come suddenly one evening while the crew slept below deck. You sat alone near the figurehead wrapped in moonlight and ocean wind, staring out at the dark water stretching endlessly beyond the ship. Luffy dropped down beside you cross-legged without invitation, close enough that warmth immediately brushed against your side. 

Your throat tightened. 

“I’m not sad.” 

“You are.” 

The certainty in his voice startled you more than the accusation itself. Luffy tilted his head slightly, watching you with open concern. 

“Did somebody hurt you?” 

You. 

The answer rose instinctively before you swallowed it back down. 

“No.” 

Luffy hummed softly, accepting the lie in the same way he accepted most things: only halfway. 

Silence settled between you, not uncomfortable, but heavy in a way that felt almost sacred. Above you, the moon hung large and distant, casting silver light across the deck.

“The moon’s bright tonight,” Luffy murmured eventually. 

A quiet laugh slipped out of you, more fragile than you meant it to be. “It’s only bright because it reflects sunlight.” 

Luffy blinked up at the sky as though the thought itself required a moment of consideration, not because it was difficult, but because it was unfamiliar in the way things often were to him when they drifted outside the reach of instinct. His attention moved easily through the world, never lingering too long on any single idea unless it caught his curiosity. 

Still, he hummed softly, like the answer sat somewhere comfortable in him anyway.

“That’s still kinda nice,” he said after a moment.

You glanced at him despite yourself. “It is?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, as though it was obvious. “Even when the sun’s gone, the moon still gets to shine.”

Something inside you cracked softly at the tenderness of it. Because Luffy said things like that without understanding what they did to people. He offered affection so naturally that he never realised how desperately others clung to it. 

“You make it sound romantic,” you murmured before you could stop yourself. 

“Hm?” He blinked at you innocently. “How?” 

Because I’m the moon and you’re the sun. Because you are the brightest thing I have ever known. Because I love you. 

Instead, you only looked away. “It doesn’t matter.” 

Luffy frowned immediately. It always startled you how quickly he reacted whenever someone he loved sounded even remotely hurt. He shuffled closer until your shoulders brushed, warm and solid beside you. 

“You know,” he said slowly, “I like it better when you smile.”

Your breath caught, but he didn’t seem to notice. Luffy rested his cheek against his knee as he watched you with quiet sincerity, like the answer to whatever he was looking for might be written somewhere in your expression.

“When you stop smiling,” he added, pressing a hand to his chest as though trying to locate the feeling properly, “it feels weird here.”

And the worst part was that he meant it completely. There was nothing hidden in his words, nothing layered or uncertain, only an honesty so uncomplicated it could have split oceans apart without meaning to. Not flirtation, not romance, only affection in its purest, most unguarded form. Your eyes burned before you could stop them.

Because that was Luffy. He loved people completely, even when he did not understand the shape of what he was giving them.

“Hey,” he said more softly then, his voice gentler than before, “you can tell me stuff, y’know.”

The kindness in it nearly undid you. You let out a shaky laugh instead, quickly wiping at your eyes before he could notice, but it was already too late.

“Why are you crying?!” Luffy leaned toward you at once, alarm written plainly across his face.

“I’m not crying,” you insisted, though your voice betrayed you.

“You are,” he shot back immediately.

“I said I’m not–” 

Before you could finish, Luffy suddenly pulled you against his chest.

The embrace was clumsy in the way everything he did was clumsy, all instinctive strength and careless affection without any thought for hesitation or distance. He was warm, unbearably warm, and being held like this felt frighteningly similar to stepping into sunlight after a lifetime spent in cold shadow.

“There,” he declared, as though it solved everything. “All better.”

Your heart shattered quietly. He held you so naturally, so easily, as if protecting you was not a choice but something built into him, something as instinctive as breathing. And maybe that was what made it hurt so much, the simplicity of it, the way he never had to think about giving you comfort.

And maybe that was enough to ruin you forever.

You buried your face against him before he could see the grief gathering in your expression, the impossible love and quiet heartbreak twisting together in a way that felt too heavy to carry alone. Luffy only hummed softly, content in a way that suggested he believed everything had been made better, and held you a little closer, still entirely unaware of the storm unfolding within you.

Above the Thousand Sunny, moonlight spilled silver across the deck in a soft, borrowed glow.

And oh, how the moon loved the sun anyway.

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𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

Because it’s a guy, about thirty years old, jacking off. 

He has olive skin and black hair, and a long scar running from the left side of his ribcage down to the opposite hipbone. His cock is long and hard, and his fist moves lazily. He speeds up, slows down, tips his head back. Whatever light was shining in the room when he filmed this casts a glow on his sharp jawbone. The video repeats. 

“Whatcha lookin’ at?”

You nearly jump out of your skin. Luffy is standing behind you, chin over your shoulder. He’s not touching you, just a little too close for comfort. Especially given the setting. 

“Porn,” you shrug. 

“What’s that?”

You turn to look at him, seeing if he’s serious. He is. 

“Like Sanji’s magazines. Pictures of people having sex. I haven’t seen any videos before, though…,” you trail off in awe. Your eyes are glued to the guy and his fist and his abs and his cock. 

Luffy huffs. 

“This guy’s just jerking off,” he points out, reaching around you to pick up the shell. The video projection shimmers, like the image is underwater. He turns it back and forth. “This isn’t sex.”

You look over your shoulder at the cashier, a large fishman with red scales. “Don’t break it,” you command, taking the seashell from him. “I wanna buy this.”

Luffy gawks. 

“What?! Why?” He’s staring at you in disbelief. A faint pink creeps along his cheeks. You shoot him a mischievous grin. 

“Because it’s hot?”

That makes him frown. 

He reaches for the shell again, the video still playing. There’s no sound but the guy is obviously feeling good. You hold it out of reach. 

“Nuh uh! This is my porn now!” 

Luffy looks extremely upset. 

Which confuses you, because he’s never looked this way before. Even when he’s angry midfight, or when he gets stubborn about some batshit idea. This is…flustered. 

Pink cheeks, darting eyes. 

Hands clenching in and out of fists. 

He’s trying to say something, but words aren’t happening. His mouth opens and closes, a cracked rasp coming out, but that’s it. You wait. 

But Luffy can’t seem to say anything, so you shrug and walk away. Luffy grabs your elbow. His face is just a little too close to yours. 

“Why do you like that guy?” He’s asking as if it’s the most serious question in the world. Like it’s the code to disarm a bomb. 

“Because he’s hot,” you reiterate. Luffy frowns, looking again at the looping video. The porn star is running a hand through black, unruly hair. “What, you don’t think girls jerk off?”

Luffy blanches. 

“You’re gonna jerk off to this?!” 

You’re getting annoyed at this point. 

“It was your idea to come into this store,” you huff as you walk away. Luffy trails you, signature pout on his lips with his hands in his pockets. “And unlike you, I actually have berri.”

With that, you buy your new pornographic seashell. 

****

Luffy is weird the next two days. 

He keeps stealing glances at you, then quickly turning away when you catch him. He’s quieter at dinner, eating the usual amount, but not stealing as much from his crew mates’ plates. He sits on the Sunny’s figurehead for hours at a time. 

He’s even showering. 

You catch him with wet hair, fishing on the railing. 

“What’s wrong with you?”

You ask bluntly, leaning backwards with your elbows resting on the railing. Luffy shuffles over so you’re not touching the denim of his shorts. You suck your bottom lip. 

“Is it about the seashell?”

It has to be. 

Luffy’s eyes widen, then he turns his head away too fast. He messes with the fishing line even though he hasn’t gotten a bite. 

“No.”

“Liar.”

His frown deepens. 

“No’m not.”

You sigh, turning around to face the sea. The water is calm today, almost glassy. It’s a deep green, with a cloud-covered sun casting silver on the wave tips. Dolphins swim and jump in the distance. 

“Look…,” you search the white-painted railing for the right words. You pick at a knot in the wood. “Is it weird to think of your friends jerking off? Or is it because I’m a girl?” You can’t help the bit of indignation that spices your voice. “Because it was your idea to go into that store. And just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I don’t like sex—“

“That’s not—“

“It’s such bullshit! Sanji acts so weird about literally every woman he meets, but when I have the slightest interest in someone sexually, suddenly it’s not okay? Women are expected to please men all the time, but not ever get to ask for their needs to be filled. What about what we want?” You bite your lip, bitter. “What about what I want? Guys have no idea what’s sexy.” You turn back to the waves, watching the dolphins. 

Luffy shifts next to you.

“What…is sexy? To you?” Luffy asks it slowly, like he’s looking for that bomb code again. You’re heated enough to just answer. 

“Tease!” You huff, lifting your arms then dropping them. Waves gently lap at Sunny’s hull. “Guys just want to poke and prod and paw at my tits and ass. There’s no finesse!” Your lips twist like you’ve tasted something sour. “That guy in the shell was so sexy. He was just…touching himself. Slowly. Like it felt good. Like he liked being watched.” You putter out, realizing you might have vented out a bit too much. You fold your elbows on the railing and rest your chin on top. 

The dolphins splash under the sun. 

Luffy kicks his heel against the wood. “I wouldn’t poke you.” 

You look up at him in surprise, but he’s staring out at the ocean, where his line meets the water. 

“Or prod you,” his nose wrinkles, “Or paw at you. Those guys were stupid.” Luffy’s hat is hanging by the cord around his neck, letting the wind ruffle his wet hair. It’s raven black and fluffy, and grown out just a bit too long. Strands fall over his eyes as he frowns down at the sea. 

“Oh yeah?” You snort, “What would you do?”

“I’d tease you.”

You jump a little, not actually having expected an answer. Luffy is staring at you, the sun slipping out from between the clouds. Brown eyes turn honey as dolphins chatter in the waves. 

Luffy searches your expression, determination in his. His line goes taut but he doesn’t reel it in. 

“How?”

Your heart is hammering inside your chest. There’s a reason the guy in the seashell is so hot to you specifically. 

“I’d tie you to my bed and make you watch.”

Your jaw falls open. 

But Luffy just turns back to his fishing line and starts reeling it in. He kicks the wood again, eyes half-lidded as he watches the ocean. “You like watching that guy jerk off so much, I’d make you watch me. I’m way better than him, anyway.”

You have no doubt. 

Luffy pulls in his catch. 

It’s a shiny, orange-and-white carp. Luffy whistles, and jumps off the railing to haul it away to the fish tank. 

“Wait!” You call after him, trailing his sandaled heels. “We can’t eat that! It’s too pretty,” you complain as he opens the aquarium hatch. Luffy shrugs. 

“I can eat pretty things.”

He’s somehow flirtatious enough to make your spine tingle without even looking at you. He unhooks the koi’s mouth, and drops her in. She tumbles into the water, bubbles blowing around her. She swims. 

“Why do you like that guy?” He asks again, watching the fish swim. You scuff your heel against the deck. 

“Because he looks like you.”

Luffy turns at that. His hair is still wet, windswept. He’s got a hint of freckles across his nose, skin just a bit weathered from the sun. His scar curves beneath his eye as he smiles. 

“Seriously?”

You nod. 

“Dead serious.”

Luffy looks back at the water, the blush from the store coming back. 

“Cool.”

****

You wait. 

The sun slips through the sky, burning it orange and tawny gold. You watch it say goodbye, heralding another warm, sleepy night. The summer weather has loosened everyone’s joints, your crew lazily going about their evening chores. Nami is just packing up from sunbathing, getting as many rays as possible before calling it quits. 

You stretch from where you were stacking Usopp’s latest batch of cannonballs. Both arms over your head, eyes closed as you tilt from side to side. You’re still in your day clothes: a baby tee with light denim shorts. Your shirt rides up your ribcage as you stretch. And now that the sun has set, you’re a little chilly. 

“How do you wear a bikini every day?” You chirp at Nami as she passes by you, towel in hand. She’s still in her turquoise triangle bikini. “Aren’t you cold?”

Nami adjusts the sunglasses on top of her orange head. The lenses are deep purple. “No?”

Well, that’s that then. 

Sanji calls everyone into the galley. 

You take a seat, in between a bikini-clad Nami and a t-shirt-clad Brook. It’s a band tee from his own concert. His bony elbow bumps yours as he reaches for his tea. Usual chatter ensues, voices and laughs filling the kitchen. 

Sanji made croquettes: crispy, fluffy potatoes packed with spices and beef. He added a little cabbage salad on the side. You dump balsamic vinaigrette over it. 

A rubber hand sneaks onto your plate and steals a croquette.

"Hey!" You complain, stabbing at the hand with your fork. You miss, and hear Luffy snicker from across the table. His stretched-out arm snaps back into place so he can pop the croquette into his mouth. You jab your fork in his direction. "Stop it!"

Luffy chews with his mouth open. 

“Make me!”

It’s said with his usual breezy sunshine, but it makes your heart thunder. No one else seems to think much of it, though. You stare down your captain, who happily finishes eating your croquette. 

“You owe me,” you scrunch your nose at him. Luffy slurps sauce off his thumb. 

“Fine with me!”

You look away. Stupid idiot. Stupid amazing idiot with glowing eyes and suntanned skin. You stab your remaining croquette and shove it into your mouth whole. 

****

Luffy finds you after dinner. 

You’re just washing your hands after doing dishes, Sanji sweeping up the corners of the kitchen. You dry your hands on a striped green towel. 

Luffy leans his chin over your shoulder. 

This time, his entire front is pressed against your back. 

“I can pay you back,” he says, still breezy, “If you want.”

Yes, you very much do want. 

You set the towel back on the counter, taking the time to fold it neatly so you get a chance to breathe. 

“What if I say no?”

Luffy hums, his hands slipping to the sides of your waist. “Then we forget about it. I’ll be your friend.” His thumbs stroke the skin left exposed beneath your t-shirt. He presses his cheek to yours. “But I don’t think you’ll say no.”

Sanji shouts from across the kitchen, “Leave y/n alone! If you’re gonna bother us, at least help clean!”

“Shishi, sorry!”

Luffy leaves off you, the burn of his hands still seared into your waist. He steals out of the kitchen before either of you can give him any chores. 

****

Your knuckles tap Luffy’s cabin door. 

It’s late at night, about three hours past dinner. Chopper has the first watch, Zoro keeping him company while he gets in some midnight weightlifting. 

The door opens. 

You’re greeted by a warm, dimly lit room with a shirtless Luffy sitting cross-legged on the bed. His sandals are kicked off on the floor. His arm snaps back from where he’d opened the door. 

You click it shut behind you. 

“Hey.”

You both stare. 

“Hey.”

Luffy runs a hand through his hair. It dried even spikier than usual. He’s got his yellow sash around his waist, and his usual denim shorts. There’s rips starting at the knees. 

He plays with a frayed thread. “I dunno what I’m doing,” he says plainly. He reaches under his pillow and pulls out a beat-up magazine. “I have to put this back before Sanji wakes up, but I wanted to look at porn, too.”

You are

starstruck. 

You have never, ever thought Luffy had an interest in sex. He turned down Boa Hancock, of all people! That’s why you’ve buried your crush as deep as it can possibly go. Ever since you met this reckless, rubber pirate your heartbeat has gone crazy. You’re pretty sure your resting heart rate has increased just by being in close proximity to him. 

“Find anything good?”

Your voice is dry, nerves knotted into tangles inside your gut. 

Luffy is shirtless, on his bed, flipping through porn. 

“Not really,” he leans his elbow onto his knee, resting his chin in his hand. He turns the pages, calloused hands fingering old, glossy paper. You step forward. 

“Can I look?”

Luffy nods, turning the magazine so it’s facing you. You sit gingerly down on the unmade bed (his covers are dark ruby). There’s about two feet of space between you. 

The first thing you notice is that the fashion and hairstyles are about a decade old. The next thing you notice is the sheer amount of skin. 

You’ve flipped through porn mags yourself, saved a couple pages to keep under your own pillow, but it’s honestly been hard to come by. That’s why you said yes when Luffy suggested going into that adult store (he meant it as a joke, you hoped it would become an opportunity to flirt). However you had not let yourself dream it would get this far. 

“How about this?” You ask, having turned the page to something interesting. 

It’s a girl and a guy: she’s sitting backwards on his lap, back arched and tits out. She has on the purple fishnets that were so popular ten years ago. 

Luffy makes a dissatisfied sound. 

“Nah.”

You turn the page. 

“How about this one?” It’s a guy standing up with his cock buried six inches down a blonde girl’s throat. Luffy crinkles his nose. 

“She looks like she’s choking.”

You shrug, turning through a couple more pages. “Some guys are into that.”

Luffy blows another dissatisfied breath through his nose. “Not me.”

“Hmm, okay…,” you trail off, flipping a corner back and forth with your thumb. Luffy shakes his head or makes that same sound again at every page. “Well,” you muse, looking over the sex positions, the makeup, the glossy faces of people in pleasure. “What do you like?”

Luffy rubs his hands over his face. “I dunno! I don’t really think about this stuff. I jerk off, but…,” he scrubs a hand through his hair. He’s got that sweet pink blush again. 

You take a chance and lightly brush his knee with your fingertips. You bite your lip against the wave of sparks that brings. 

“What do you fantasize about?”

It’s a simple enough question, but Luffy looks stumped. 

“I…don’t?”

“What do you mean you don’t?” You frown in confusion. “How do you get off? I have to think about sex like, the entire time.” Your blood is heating in your veins. 

Luffy stares blankly. 

You hope this isn’t an omen of how your chemistry will translate into bed. 

Luffy tugs at the frayed thread again. “What do you think of?”

You. 

But you chew your already-bitten lip to stop yourself from saying it. Instead you trace your fingers along the rip on his knee, fingerpads lightly grazing skin. 

Luffy moves his shin so it’s pressed against your own knee. Another point of skin touching skin. You both just breathe. 

“What if…we imagine it’s us?” Your voice is dry, unsure. You reach over to flip another page, and that unsure breath catches in your throat. “Oh shit, it’s him!” 

There, on the page, is your seashell porn star. Ten years younger, with olive skin, ruffled black hair, and abs flexed as he jerks off over a woman with brown skin. Your jaw drops as your pussy clenches. Damn, this guy is hot. 

Luffy grabs the page and rips it out. 

“Fuck that guy,” he crumples the paper and throws it into the corner. You laugh at his pout. He meets your eyes, cheeks bright pink. 

“You’re adorable,” you scratch the frayed denim on his knee, “Ridiculous, but very cute.”

This does not make Luffy feel better. 

“I mean—,” you clear your throat, “Sexy. Adorably sexy. Very sexy.” 

Luffy sticks his tongue into his cheek, and you can tell he’s fighting a smile. When has Luffy ever fought down a smile?

“Seriously,” you curl your fingers into the rip on his shorts, even more of your skin now touching. Silly, isn’t it? That just an extra inch of touch can send diamonds shimmering down your spine. “Imagine it’s us. You wanted me to watch you touch yourself, right? You said you’d tie me up.”

You’re teasing him, but as earnestly as you can. 

Luffy traces the back of your hand. “Would you want that?” He rasps, honest and open and more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen him. Even in the face of absolute danger and certain hurt, Luffy has unwavering confidence. But now…he’s out of his depth. 

“Yeah, Luffy. I’d like that a lot.”

Luffy searches your face, sparkling eyes dark in his bedroom’s lamplight. He reaches out for you, and you crawl forward. Luffy presses his lips to yours, hands cradling your face. His kiss is clumsy and unsure, but as your lips part and meet his confidence grows. 

He sucks your bottom lip. 

“Mm,” you moan, the nerves in your lips going crazy. You have a habit of biting them anyway, and now that Luffy’s doing it your mind is spinning. 

Luffy answers with a heavy breath, and shoves his mouth harder against yours. 

You love it. 

The kiss turns wet and messy, until you’re clambering into his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Luffy…,” you mumble, threading your fingers through his hair. He groans in response, arms wrapping several times around your waist. He pushes you down onto his lap, and you gasp into his mouth as you feel how hard he is. 

You’re actually making out with him. 

Luffy sucks on your lips, pressing wet kisses along your cheeks until he comes back to your lips. He pulls on them with his own lips, softer than his teeth. 

“I like this,” he confesses, nose skimming yours, “I think I’ll fantasize about this.”

You take the compliment with a heated smile. 

“Same,” you whisper. You press your chest to his. He lets out a surprised moan as your tits squish against him. “What do you want, Luffy?”

He shakes his head, then tilts it instinctively as you start to kiss down his neck. “Nuh uh, it’s supposed to be about what you want, right? What’s that seashell guy do that you like so much?” Petulance creeps into his voice even as you mouth along his skin. 

“He touches himself,” you murmur, kissing the junction of his shoulder, “Like he likes being watched. He touches his hair, his abs…he fucks his fist.” 

Luffy is panting beneath your mouth. 

“I-I can do that.”

His rubber arms tighten around your waist, dragging you back and forth over his hard-on. Your fingers curl into the hairs at the base of his neck. His hair is so soft. 

“Yeah?” You feel him shiver beneath you. He nods, swallowing his spit. 

“Yeah. I’ll do it way better.”

You grin. 

“Show me, Pirate King.”

Luffy snaps. 

You’re flipped, back hitting the mattress with a thud. Luffy, even in his rush, takes a second to place a pillow beneath your head. You can’t help but laugh, your bullheaded captain suddenly being so delicate. He smirks, and leans down to smack another kiss to your lips. 

“Hold still.”

He takes your hands, kissing each wrist, before he presses them above your head. He leans back and slowly, slowly unties his sash. 

“You want tease, right?”

You nod. 

You’re sweating, face hot and lips parted. You’ve never done anything this hot. All the guys that came before, their names and faces evaporate from your memory. 

There’s nothing and no one better than him. 

Luffy drags his yellow sash off his hips, revealing the waistband of his shorts buttoned low beneath his V. He swallows, and experimentally traces the sash's fringed edge along your legs. It's soft and it tickles. Your legs tense and relax at the shimmery sensation. Luffy drags the fabric up your thighs, and he doesn’t miss the way they press together—if his smirk is anything to go by. 

Luffy wraps the sash around your wrists. 

He ties a quick knot around his bedpost, and tightens the sash for you. He tugs. 

“Tight enough?”

You pull, and there’s a little more slack than you’d like. “Tighter.”

Luffy reties it. 

You nod your approval, and he sits back on his heels. 

“Now what?”

You laugh again, awkwardness and tension bubbling up from your lungs. “I dunno! I’ve never been tied up before!”

Luffy breaks his own tension with a little laugh himself. He scrubs his hand through his hair. He decides to lean down and kiss your legs. 

You squeak, the sudden attention—affection—rendering you liquid. Your thighs twitch and clamp, and Luffy hums as he moves closer to your core. He toys with the button of your shorts. Then he leaves off it, and kisses his way back down your legs. You whine in complaint. 

He nips your knee. “I’m s’posed to tease ya, remember?” His voice is broken, mumbling his words together as heat overtakes him, too. He drags his fingertips down your thighs. “S’hard…,” his eyebrows pinch together. “What do I do next?”

You stare down at your blushing captain. His cock is rock hard in his shorts. 

“Take your clothes off,” you suggest, your own voice not sounding any better. 

Luffy unbuttons his shorts too quickly, fumbling over his zipper. But he gets it eventually and hisses through his teeth as he finally frees his cock. It is

a lot

bigger

than you expected. 

“Fuck,” you whisper, drinking in the shaft and the length and the thickness and the veins and the hard, red tip. “Touch yourself.”

Luffy does. 

He’s so hot. 

His hand wraps around his cock, starting to stroke himself as he looks down at it. 

“I’m really hard,” he notices, almost surprised. His thumb brushes his tip. “Like, really hard.”

You’re going fucking crazy. 

“Luffy,” you breathe, hips squirming in place, “Touch me.”

He moves forward, hand outstretched, before he stops. A slow, shit-eating grin spreads across his stupidly handsome features. His grin grows to its full size: wide teeth taking up half his face. 

“Nope!”

Then he’s standing off the bed, and slowly pushing his shorts down his legs. Luffy is athletic. He's slender, but he's built up muscle over his adventures. The man standing in front of you is strong. Brave, flexible, headstrong above all. He has the color of the supreme king, for gods' sake. You briefly wonder if he can knock you out with it.

Maybe next time.

Now, Luffy steps out of his shorts. 

He's naked in front of you, bare feet planted on the wooden floor of his cabin. Has he ever done this before? Doesn't matter, you think. This is Luffy's first time with you.

He touches himself.

“Tell me what you wanna see,” Luffy stares down at you with dark eyes and parted lips. His fist moves lazily over his cock. “You wan’ me to ask what you want, right? Tell me.” His voice is raspy, but commanding. 

Your heart nearly gives out.

But he asked, so…

“Run your hand through your hair.” You can barely respond. Luffy obeys immediately. He pushes his jet black hair away from his face, revealing his slight widow’s peak. “Again.”

He does. 

Thick fingers pushing back thick hair, letting it fall back over his eyes when he lets go. He rubs his thumb over his tip again. 

“What next?”

You swallow, addicted to the sight in front of you even as you pull at the sash. The tension is just right, just enough to send zaps of electricity through you. 

“Flex.”

Luffy holds his arm up, hand behind his head as he flexes his bicep. His muscles are strong and hard underneath light brown skin. He switches hands on his cock so he can flex his other arm. 

“Abs.”

Luffy thrusts into his fist, head tipping back as his abdomen flexes and relaxes with each thrust. His mouth is slightly open, sweat shimmering on his brow. 

“What next?”

He must really like pleasing you. 

The thought makes you squeeze your thighs together. 

Your mind circles through your long list of fantasies. And you’d be lying if most of them didn’t center around a certain rubber captain. 

“Say my name.”

“Y/n,” he gasps out, immediately, “So pretty.” His hand speeds up. His gaze roves over you, at your tits, at your hard nipples painfully visible through your tight tee. At your squirming hips. He licks his lips. 

“Y/n.”

“Praise me.” Your voice is hazy, barely whispered through a flood of heat. Your body’s going wildfire, whatever chemicals that attract you to him popping like fireworks inside your veins. 

Luffy nods. 

“So pretty,” he says again, “Such a sweet girl. My favorite girl. Mine.” He wipes away drool from his chin with the back of his hand. His hips stutter. “Can I cum?”

He’s asking permission. 

“Not yet.”

Luffy whines, bucking his hips into his hand. You tsk and Luffy slows down. He stares down at his own cock, angry and flushing in his hand. He lets go, lets it bob in midair. You can practically see steam rising off it. 

“Spit on it.”

Luffy does. 

Gathers saliva into his mouth and spits it down onto his own shaft. He rubs it in. 

“Good boy.”

Luffy stutters out a moan, flushed and hazy himself. “Not a boy. I’m a man,” he complains. His eyebrows are pinched together as he slowly teases his own cock. It keeps twitching under his fingers. 

“The man who will be King,” you affirm, tugging at his sash. Your wrists are bound, your shoulders just a bit sore from being held up. Funny, your arms are literally tied above your head, and yet you’ve never felt more in control in your life. Luffy, an emperor of the sea, the strongest man you’ll ever meet, the man who will be King (for you are sure of this—no one else), is whining and moaning in front of you. Waiting for your command. 

“But you’re a sweet boy, too. Good boy, pretty boy,” you coo, watching sweat drip down his temple. The spit made his cock slick, the wet sounds echoing in his cabin. Luffy drags a hand over his own chest. 

“Let me cum?”

You suck in your bottom lip. Should you let him off easy? 

“Beg.”

Luffy gasps, face contorting into a frown. His lips part, but he says nothing. 

“Luffy,” you command, “Say please.”

He’s struggling. 

Baby’s probably never begged for anything in his life. 

“Look at me,” you breathe. He does. Moans at the sight of you. “Where do you want to cum?”

He swallows, “Tits.” He keeps speeding up and then slowing down his fist. He’s being so good for you. 

“Beg for it, then.”

Luffy’s voice cracks. “Please. Lemme cum on your tits. Wanna cum so bad. Lemme do it for you, please? It’ll be good, promise, please y/n please—“

You coo and praise him, tell him yes baby and he rushes forward, pushing your shirt up and shoving his cock between your breasts. He squishes them together, rutting against your sternum for two, three paces before he’s splattering cum all over your chest. It hits your chin, your cheek. 

It cools on your skin. 

“So fucking hot,” you breathe, arms sore above your head. “Good Luffy, good captain,” you stare up at him in awe. 

He’s sweaty, flushed, and rosy. 

"You're so beautiful," you whisper affirmations as he catches his breath. The rose is fading from his cheeks, his chest. He's collapsed back on his heels.

"Tha-anks," he croaks.

You laugh, and tug at the sash. "Untie me now?"

Luffy puffs out his own laugh, "No way."

"What?" You suddenly feel (just a little) trapped. "Why not?"

Luffy just shakes his head, throwing you a crooked smile. 

"Cuz you look too pretty like that," his hands go to your shorts again, and this time he actually tugs them down. He pulls off your underwear with them–light blue and thoroughly soaked–and tosses them to the side. He presses his thumb to your left major lip, and spreads you open. You squirm, until he grabs your knee and holds it down. "And," he lies down on his stomach, "It's my turn to do what I want."

He hooks your knee over his shoulder, and plunges into your pussy tongue-first.

"Ahh!" You cry out, spine arching. You've only ever gotten oral once before, and the poor guy was sorely inexperienced. So is Luffy, you guess, but he's a fast learner.

And stretchy.

His tongue presses into you, filling you up fuller and deeper than any normal guy's tongue. "Fuck, you are better!" You can't help but gasp, and Luffy muffles a laugh into your cunt.

"Told ya."

Then he's slurping at your clit, and follows whatever moans and twists your body makes to guide him. He figures out the clit is where to focus, tonguing at it and then sucking in turns. You do your best to give him verbal cues, but your language has pathetically broken down.

"Ye-es, Lu…ffy…f-fuck! Right–no, left–ah, yes!"

Is about all you can manage.

You'd be ripping out his hair if you had use of your hands.

As it is, your thighs clamp around his head until you're sure he'll suffocate. But when you try to relax them, let him breathe, he grabs both your legs and shoves them back into his face. He even makes a disapproving groan, so you stay put. Luffy nuzzles deeper into you, face absolutely lost between your thighs and below your stomach.

He stretches his tongue, thrusts it, swirls it on your clit, shows off every ounce of flexibility this special muscle has. And he's good at it, so good at it, that there's no way this is his first time.

"Fuck–Lu!"

You shatter into a hundred pieces over his face.

Luffy hums and slurps, hands bruising their imprints onto your legs. He sucks you until you're twitching and overstimulated. "Please, please stop," you gasp out, hips trembling. Your pussy will never be the same again. 

Luffy drags one more long, ice cream lick over you.

"Sorry," he licks his lips. 

"Don't be," you stare at dark eyes and fluffy hair. At shadowed collarbones and a bright X-shaped scar. At his dripping cock between his legs. "S'perfect."

Luffy takes the compliment with a honey smile.

There's a moment of quiet between you.

Then Luffy shifts his gaze above your head. "Oh!" He reaches forward to tug the knot free. You lower your hands, rubbing your slightly sore wrists. The sash was soft but tight. Luffy pulls you up to sitting. He laces his fingers with yours. "Are you good?"

You can't help the loud, squawk of a laugh that bursts from you.

"Are you serious?" You thunk your head down onto his shoulder, his cum now cold on your chest. "That was the best I've ever had."

Luffy wraps his arms around you and presses you to him, smothering you both in his cum now. "Oops," he separates from you to look down at his jizz-covered pecs. "Gross."

Another laugh, and then a stretched arm to grab a dirty t-shirt.

Luffy wipes you both off, making sure to get your nipples extra clean. Eventually you have to wave him off your tits, which just makes him giggle. He tosses the shirt into his overflowing laundry basket. He melts into you without warning, one moment kneeling up and the next absolutely noodled around you. His arms over and under you, his legs tucked between yours. His head on your chest as he immediately passes out.

sweetheart

You whisper all the soft, sweet words you've kept locked away in a tower inside your chest. You'd slay a thousand dragons for this.

love you

"Good night," you whisper.

You fall asleep with your hands in his hair.

‘B’ is for Body part ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ his favorite body part on you and himself

There's no denying that Sanji takes care of his hands. They're his most precious limb, he's very particular about what he uses them for. Preferring not to sully them with fighting, instead only using them to help those who need it and ensuring the people he cares about are fed well.

But something changed when he met you.

He still uses his hands in the same ways he always has, but he finds himself able to add a number of movements to the list of things his hands are capable of...

There's just something about the way you shudder when he draws your chin towards him with the tip of a finger, or how a single touch of his hand to your thigh has you shifting in your seat, silently begging for more. His touch is so often your undoing, he works skillfully with his fingers between your legs until you're clutching at his back and crying out his name.

When it comes to you Sanji finds it almost impossible to say that just one part of you is his favourite. He loves your hands, how they scratch at his back and wrap around his cock when he asks politely. He loves your back, when he sees you lounging on the deck, sun lotion making your skin glisten beautifully, he swears he can feel his blood rush south.

But... there's just something about your thighs that makes him weak at the knees more than any other part of you. They're his favourite pillow, the stress toy that he knows he can squeeze until he's feeling better. They're the reason he has such trouble falling asleep next to you, just one touch and he's half hard already, nudging your shoulder and pouting expectantly.

And when he gets the opportunity to push his aching cock between the soft, warm, plushness of your thighs... his leaky tip making a mess of your skin, something he'll apologise for profusely before the pleasure overtakes his brain completely. He'll hold you so close that you can feel the heat radiating off of his skin. The feel of his cock dragging through the gap he created for himself is like heaven on earth.

With a single cry of your name he'll cum, barely able to rub against your skin for more than a minute when he's feeling particularly needy.

‘C’ is for Cum ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ anything to do with cum

The taste of your cum on his tongue is Sanji's favourite way to begin each day. It wakes him up better than coffee ever could, and tastes even sweeter.

He usually wakes before you, half hard and leaking before he's even gotten out of bed. Most days he can subdue his desires, pushing them down until the evening, when all meals are over and he gets to have you all to himself. But some days… some days he has to nudge against your thigh until you stir, he'll whine and plead, repeating the questions of "may I? can I? will you let me?" over and over until he hears you hum softly.

He'll lap at your clit, sucking it into his mouth and rolling his tongue over the sensitive bud until he knows you're ready for more. When he pushes his tongue between your folds he moans so loudly you swear the whole ship should be able to hear him. He's eager to taste every drop you give him, good food should never go to waste and Sanji is certain to make sure he drinks every last bit of juice you give him.

He'll go to breakfast with the scent of your cum still lingering in his nose. He'll run his tongue over his lips more than usual on these mornings, soaking up as much of you as he can until he can be back between your legs once more…

‘D’ is for Dirty secret ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ a dirty secret of his

On more than one occasion the matching bikini sets that you left out to dry have gone missing, you know all your bikini tops have matching bottoms, you're certain of it. Sometimes it's the top that goes missing, other times it's the bottoms that seem to mysteriously vanish. Either way the result is the same and you end up wearing a mismatch of the remaining parts.

Sanji is the one to blame for this. It doesn't happen often, but sometimes he just can't help himself. He'll walk past the line you've hung your damp suit on and without a second thought he'll grab whatever piece is closest and stuff it deep into his pocket.

He saves it for late at night, when he's alone in the kitchen or hiding in the bathroom. He has to bite his fist to stop himself from moaning as he wraps the fabric around his cock. He'll pump as slow as he can stand to, relishing in the sweet friction that your bikini provides.

He'll make sure it's washed and dried before giving it back to you, leaving it folded neatly on your bed for you to find.

‘E’ is for Experience ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ how experienced is he

Sanji is well experienced in the art of wooing. He can flirt easily, his silver tongue is rarely outmatched and he's a force to be reckoned with when it comes to inventive compliments.

He has some dating experience, there have been times when the people he flirts with at the baratie have taken him up on his offers, but nothing beyond a casual first date and the goodnight kiss that comes along with it.

You are the only one he's ever fallen into bed with. You are the only one that's ever gotten past the walls he's built up and seen into his truest heart. You are the blueprint of all his desires.

‘F’ is for Favorite position ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ his favourite position

Sanji's hand gently grips your chin, pulling your focus back towards him until you're gazing into his eyes once again. His arms cage your head, his body weight presses down onto you, every fibre of your being is alight with electricity with each slow roll of his hips.

The rhythm he sets is languid and easy, lazy in a way that has your back arching and your nails scratching at his back for more. It's agonising for the both of you, but he can't bear to move any faster right now. Soon, he whispers, just let me get settled first, my angel.

He needs the slow build up, any faster and he'll cum before you've even had the chance to beg for more.

He's open to any position, but his favourites are always the ones where he's still able to kiss you. He needs to see your face, to hold you in his palms and kiss you softly before beginning to snap his hips more roughly.

There's just something about having you underneath him that makes Sanji feel complete. Knowing your focus is all on him and knowing that each wave of pleasure that rolls across your face is because of what he's doing. He's obsessed with feeling your body beneath his hands, he'll dance his fingers across your side, down your thigh and across your stomach before reaching between your bodies and rolling your clit between his fingers.

Your moans and whines of pleasure are all he cares about and he'll whisper into your ear about how much he loves you, how beautiful you look and how he can't wait to feel you like this again and again and again...

‘G’ is for Goofy ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ is he serious in the moment? or humorous?

Sex with Sanji will always be intense—he's obsessed with you. This man doesn't have a single nonchalant bone in his entire body when it comes to you. He melts under your touch, preening and moaning and whimpering every time the two of you fall into bed together. He flirts with you even as he curls a hand between your legs, teasing you for how needy you are for him.

It's easy to laugh with him during though, to point out how red the tips of his ears are and feel him huff a response against your neck as he causes your breath to hitch in your throat.

His serious side usually appears after a particularly horrendous or strenuous battle. One in which one of you had a bad injury, something almost too close for comfort, something that puts you out of commission for a good few weeks afterwards. He's even more intense than usual, his eyes will bore through you and his hands will never leave your body. He'll hold your face, cradling your cheek and squeezing your hand like he's trying to convince himself you're real. These are also the times that he's not loud with his moans, he'll whisper sweet nothings into your ear instead, voice so low you almost miss the devastating way your name falls from his lips—repeated over and over like you're the only holy thing he's ever prayed to.

‘H’ is for Hair ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ how well groomed is he?

Sanji likes to keep himself groomed. Even before he met you he was always trimmed neatly, only ever letting it grow wildly very occasionally. He used to enjoy the way it felt against his skin when his hand was the only touch his cock felt.

And he still likes it, of course, he likes how it looks, he thinks it gives his cock more definition. But more than anything else he likes seeing your reaction to how trimmed he is. When he watches you from above, your head bobbing up and down as you take him in your mouth he can see the hairs just about tickling your nose and it draws such a primal groan from his throat. One that you swear you never hear in any other situation. It's the way your eyes widen even as he holds your head, like you're surprised you reached the base of his cock. It sends a shiver over Sanji's body every single time.

He prefers to keep his chest hairless, although the times he's let his chest hair grow he's seen the way your eyes would glow darkly and he would watch as you idly run your hand across his collar bone, following the outline of his ribs and tracing the pattern of his hair.

He's very keen to have your input, he usually won't ask directly but he can see when your eyes linger on the slivers of hair that peak out of the top of his shirt. He takes note of how you rub your cheek against his stomach after he shaves. He remembers.

He always keeps a delicious line of hair trailing from his belly button to his crotch. Even when his chest is shaved his snail trail acts as a guide for your eyes to follow, pulling your gaze further and further until it lands right where he needs it.

‘I’ is for Intimacy ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ how is he during the moment?

Sanji lives to romance you—flowers just because, a kiss to the cheek every time he sees you, holding doors open and surprising you with fully planned dates out of nowhere. He loves you too much to give you anything less than what he deems perfect. He's a romantic and it pours out of every fibre of his being when he's around you.

And it's no different in the bedroom. He's unable to stop his worship of you for even a second, he'll brush his lips over your temple as you fall apart on his cock. Scattered rose petals will lie underneath you while his mouth latches onto your nipple, rolling over the bud as a hand dips below the band of your underwear. He'll whine against your skin and the vibration will tickle you, causing you to arch your back further towards him, the unmistakable hardness between his legs only furthering your bliss. He puts your pleasure above his, always. Pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you with his tongue or his fingers before finally sinking his aching cock into your cunt.

Even your rougher sessions are littered with romance. Lingering touches down your spine before he presses all his weight onto your back, pushing your head down into the pillow and complaining about how you've been ignoring him all day. When his thrusts are fast and hard he'll still take time to press a delicate kiss to your hair, a soft whisper of I love you falling from his lips before resuming his onslaught of teasing quips.

‘J’ is for Jack off ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ masturbation headcanon

Sanji touches himself almost every day. When he can't have you the next best thing is his own hand wrapped around his cock, pumping himself to thoughts of you—your chest heaving, your arms wrapping around his waist when he's standing in the kitchen, the way your eyes squeeze shut when he slips his tip between your folds, each time as mesmerising as the first.

He can go without, he's more than capable of squashing down his desires when necessary. Sometimes he'll set himself small challenges, go X number of days without touching, and he'll reward himself with an extra special prize. He'll surround himself with smells that remind him of you—the soap you use in the shower, that body lotion you use everyday—and edge himself until he's red in the face and leaking all over himself as he buries his head in whatever piece of clothing he managed to sneak from you and huffs it like it's his lifeline.

‘K’ is for Kink ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ one or more of his kinks

Sanji doesn't know when the sight of you wandering around the kitchen wearing nothing but small, white socks on your feet began to get him so breathless. Nor does he know when you first started noticing how deep his obsession ran. But, god, he's thankful you did. It's sinful the way his eyes follow the curve of your ankle, lingering on the soft, lacy frill of the sock adorning your feet. It distracts him from what he knows he should be focusing on, there's food laid out in front of him, there's plenty of things he should be doing. But when you take a seat opposite him and kick your feet up onto the chair next to you... perhaps lunch will just have to be a tiny bit delayed.

He also loves the size difference between the two of you, even if it's small he'll focus and obsess over it until he's red in the face. He'll bring your hand into his when you're distracted and casually rest his palm against yours. Idly twisting his fingers around yours as he compares the length of your fingers to his. He'll stand a little closer to you than he does with anyone else, nothing too noticeable but just close enough that he can see how high your shoulder sits against his arm.

‘L’ is for Location ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ favorite places to do the do

He'll have you whenever and wherever you'll let him. A dark corner of the ship has been subject to your quickies more times than you can count. Even the counter in the kitchen isn't sacred enough to go untouched by your sin.

In fact, something awakens in Sanji the first time you go down on him while he's standing in the kitchen. If he were able to without fear of someone hearing he would've sung your name loudly, moans of bliss would have filled the kitchen proudly as you bobbed your head along his length.

Since then the two of you have spent many late nights together in the kitchen, against the wall, on the bench, even over the counter. (Don't worry, Sanji is very thorough with how he cleans every surface afterwards.)

He likes to have you all to himself. Although the idea of someone catching the two of you together makes his dick twitch—his hand under your shirt, your leg hoisted up onto his hip, eyes blown out and a hickey or two littering his neck... Most of the time he likes privacy. He likes knowing you won't be disturbed, that he can spend hours devouring you without so much as a single soul interrupting.

When possible he likes taking you to hotels or private lodgings, laying you down on the extravagant bedding and fluffy pillows and showing you just how obsessed he is with you. But your bed on the ship will always be his favourite place to fuck you, surrounded by your clothes, your things, your scent, everything you.

‘M’ is for Motivation ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ what turns him on, gets him going

There's not a lot that you could do that wouldn't get him going, it would faster to list the things that don't. (And even then, it would be a very, very short list.)

But nothing turns Sanji's brain to mush faster than you flirting with him. Even when you've been together for years, even when you compliment him every day and praise him between breathless moans and cries of his name. When you're forward, when you're direct and purposeful with your teasing comments it sends a shiver up his spine like nothing else can. You can practically see the blood rush from his head when you lean close to him, flutter your eyes sweetly and say "hi, handsome" in that low, drawling voice.

‘N’ is for No ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ something he wouldn’t do, turn offs

He doesn't enjoy degradation. There are times when the teasing between the two of you will tip toe towards the line and he's more than willing to provide a gruff word or a harsher taunt, especially when he's bouncing you off the bed, all rough thrusts and sloppy kisses, but he doesn't like receiving it. And he would never want to humiliate you.

‘O’ is for Oral ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc

If you were to ask him, Sanji would say there's nothing he loves more than feeling you under his tongue. Each squirm and wriggle, every cry of his name and weak moan that falls from your lips makes him feel like the luckiest guy in the world. He lives to make you feel good. Knowing his mouth is all you need to get your toes curling and your mouth hanging open is an ego boost like no other.

He can stay buried between your thighs for hours, the taste of you is addictive for the chef. You're his favourite indulgence. His favourite treat at the end of a long day.

He loves to start the day with your essence dripping from lips. It's hard for him to stop once he starts, you'll have to nudge his head away, sweet whimpers falling from your lips and begging for relief before he finally, reluctantly, pulls away. He'll always press a soft kiss to the inside of each thigh as he relinquishies his place between them. That knowing smile spreading across his face when he sees how wet the spot beneath you is.

But, of course, he's equally as keen to receive.

Your pussy on his lips is a delicacy he can't live without, it's true. And every time you fall into bed together he will always make sure to give her some attention before sliding his cock between her lips.

But when you press a hand to his thigh, your eyes dark and your gaze flicking from his mouth to the growing hardness between his thighs—something that happens when he gets even the smallest amount of attention from you—he's weak to your advances. He can't even pretend to object, even when he knows he should.

You're his best, and biggest, distraction.

He cums quickly when you wrap your lips around his cock, a single drag of your tongue from base to tip has him jerking his hips towards you, begging for more. He tries so hard to hold out, tries to distract himself from how good it feels. But your mouth is an expert at making him come undone.

You can tell when he's about to cum because his hands will fall away from you, it's like all his strength gets drawn away from his fingers because his grip will go limp. He'll cry out for you, calling your name weakly as he spills into your mouth.

‘P’ is for Pace ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ is he fast and rough? or slow and sensual?

His favourite way to have you is slow and sensual. Love seeping from every kiss, every touch to your skin hot like fire, his eyes almost burning you with how intensely they're looking at you. He's controlled only by the sounds you make, each thrust is long and slow. He draws them out so he can hear your voice hitch when he hits that spot that makes you tremble.

When he has the time he lives to make the occasion as special as possible. He spends all day riling you up, a hand to your lower back, a kiss to your pulse point, his tongue pushing past your lips when he pulls you in for "a quick" kiss. He lays petals down, he serves you your favourite drink. He wines and dines you before serving you up as his favourite dessert.

But, unfortunately, he's far too desperate to take you this way every time.

So, typically, the way he fucks you is fast. His thrusts are needy, desperate, each snap of his hips sends a jolt through your body, shifting you like you weigh nothing. When he's been suffering without your touch for any longer than a few days he can get... enthusiastic. He still kisses you deeply, holds you close and pours affection onto your skin through his honeyed words. But he can't be slow, not even when you feel like heaven to his cock, pulsing around him and whimpering sweet words of adoration through slightly gritted teeth.

Luckily he has a rather great refractory period.

‘Q’ is for Quickie ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.

He loves them. He needs them. He has a high sex drive and he's unable to hide it when he sees you lounging in your swimsuit or training on the deck, sweat dripping down your chest. He lives to pull you away from the crowded deck or a conversation that you weren't particularly interested in under the guise of needing your help. (Which is not a total lie, he does need your help, just... not the kind of help he can have people interrupting.)

A secluded corner of the ship, far away from the noise of your friends, becomes your sanctuary. He stifles his moans by pressing a hard kiss to your lips, hands gripping your thighs tightly as he pushes you against the wall.

It's about the connection for the cook. He needs to see that look in your eyes, to feel you come apart beneath his fingers, to hold you close and hear how good he can make you feel. The sex is just the vessel, the way he can reassure himself that you're here, you're safe and you're his.

‘R’ is for Risk ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ is he game to experiment? does he take risks?

Fairly soon after your first time together Sanji opens up to you about things he'd like to try. He's spent a long time thinking about it, he's been pining after you for months and he's not about to (nor is he able to) wait any longer. He likes the risk of public sex, the thrill of being caught in such a compromising position sends a rush of excitement down his spine. He enjoys the risk, he likes experimenting with your pleasure and pushing himself past his limits.

If there's something new you want to try he'll be down, there's very little he'll say no to when it comes to you. He wants to give you everything. So, even though he likes to tease you, to kiss your neck as he listens to you explain what you want to try, your voice low like you're afraid of his answer, you never need to worry about outdoing him when it comes to experimenting. Whatever you say you can guarantee he's already pictured it enough times to know the exact position, timing and snacks he'll need to prep for you both to rebuild your energy afterwards.

‘S’ is for Stamina ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?

His stamina is strong, both mentally and physically. His refractory period is almost nonexistent, give him a few minutes between rounds, enough time to hydrate and refuel and then the second your lips touch his neck he's ready to go again.

A lot of his stamina comes from how often he touches himself, even once you get together he's still jerking off multiple times a week because he gets turned on by something as little as a smile from you and a lot of the time you're not free to help him.

However, when you both have the time, and the space, to spend time together freely he can easily go for 3 or 4 rounds. He loves to endulge in your pleasure, to feel you flutter around his cock over and over as you milk him for all he's worth.

‘T’ is for Toys ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ does he own toys? does he use them on a partner or himself?

Yes, he loves to use them on you. Not all the time of course, he still loves to feel you beneath his tongue or his fingers, and there's nothing in the world that makes him feel as good as when his cock nudges past your entrance and you both gasp at the feeling of him being inside you.

But he likes that they make you loud. And he likes that they make it easier for him to watch you fall apart. Whenever the toys make an appearance you know neither of you are leaving the room for many, many hours.

He overstims you, rolling your nipple between his lips while keeping the vibrator pressed firmly to your clit. He even enjoys using a dildo on you, providing it's the same size as him, because he likes watching it disappear between your thighs. Often he will ask you to use them on yourself and he'll lie beside you, sometimes using his own toy, and pump his cock until you're both coming at the same time.

‘U’ is for Unfair ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ how much he likes to tease

Sanji lives to tease you. When he sees how easily he can make you flustered it becomes a sort of game to him—how far can he tease you until you're pulling him to a secluded location and pushing him against the wall.

It's payback really, for how easily you seem to be able to tease him. You do it so well, without even realising what you're doing and it drives him crazy.

He's not subtle about it. He'll put an arm around your waist when he's moving past you on the deck. He'll ask you to taste test lunch and then he'll pull you closer than he needs to, his hand resting firm on your jaw as he lowers the spoon into you mouth.

He'll be brazen with his compliments, more so than usual. They'll roll of his tongue like butter every time you enter the room.

And he'll flash a smirk your way as he leans towards you, tongue darting over your neck before whispering something in your ear that he knows will have your cheeks heating up.

‘V’ is for Volume ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ how loud is he? what sounds does he make

He's loud, he can't help it. He makes every noise imaginable. He moans and whines and whimpers and curses under his breath when you squeeze around him. Even when he needs to be quiet and you're shushing him and pressing a hand to his mouth there's still noises slipping past your defense.

At the beginning of your relationship he tries to hide it, he tries to stifle his moans and hide his whimpers from you. He thinks it's embarrassing how vocal he is, he thinks you'll hate the noises he makes.

It doesn't take long for him to figure out just how wrong he is. The first time he screws his eyes shut and tilts his back in ecstasy as you squeeze around his cock he's ready to apologise. He's ready to look at you and see disgust written plainly on your face. What he was not expecting to see was the dark look in your eyes and to feel your hands clawing at his back as you try to pull him in for a kiss.

And if you think he's loud normally, just wait until the first time you have sex after a few drinks...

‘W’ is for Wild card ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ a random headcanon

Sanji likes when you mark him. He's a possessive man, an obsessive man, he likes leaving his mark on you and making sure that other people know you're his.

But when you show the same ferocity back? It makes him weak at the knees.

When you leave a trail of hickeys along his chest don't be surprised if he suddenly wants to spend the afternoon sunbathing. If you scratch his back, raking lines along the tender flesh because of how deeply he fucks you, it's probably safe to assume he'll want to train with you on the deck some point soon. Working himself hard until he's so hot that he simply has to take his shirt off.

‘X’ is for X-ray ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ let’s see what’s going on under his clothes

Sanji's a good size. And you can tell. Most days if you look carefully—and you do, you look very carefully—you can see the outline of his cock straining against the material of his trousers.

He's not wide but his length is almost eye watering the first time you see it. When he pushes his underwear down and let's his cock spring free it hits his lower stomach with a thundering smack.

The weight of it is dizzying, it sits heavy in your mouth when you get down on your knees for him. And you can certainly feel the burn when he pushes past your entrance. Sanji has lost count of the number of times you've blinked up at him to ask if he's bottomed out yet, only for him to smirk wickedly and show you with his fingers just how many inches he has left to sink into your heat.

‘Y’ is for Yearning ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ how high is his sex drive?

High. It was high before he met you and it gets even worse once the two of you get together. He's practically insatiable. The epitome of desperation and unwavering want. He's eager to hunt you down when he wants you, he'll pull you away from a conversation or stand in your peripheral until you notice him. His lust is unmistakably, it rolls off of his body in waves.

Although you are his favourite way to satiate his hunger, he knows that sometimes you won't he available to him and he's more than happy to touch himself to thoughts of you. More often than not he's burying his nose in a piece of your clothing or holding something that reminds him of you.

‘Z’ is for Zzz ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ how quickly he falls asleep afterwards

Not quickly. He prefers to hold you tight, pressing fleeting kisses to your tired body and making sure you feel okay before slipping out of bed and running to the kitchen to collect your favourite snacks and drinks to replenish your energy.

However, on nights that come after long days apart and sex that has spanned hours, filled with soft confessions and perhaps some tears too, he won't want to leave your side. Not even for a moment. He'll curl up beside you, breathing in your scent, and fall asleep happily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

almost.

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

"baby, wh—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yes?"

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

so much for romance.

"get out of my face."

og got restricted so thanks for the warm welcome back!

“What are your ambitions in life?”

The question caught you off guard. It’s not like you and the man besides you had heartfelt conversations constantly. No, it was much more relentless teasing and a whole lot of work. 

Looking straight ahead, you felt the presence of the seemingly infinite ocean in front of you, the smell of salt water, and the slight sway of the ship as the waves moved around and beneath — the combination had you at ease. The sea was your home.

The people asleep on the ship were the closest thing to a family you had nowadays. And a massive thank you to every deity for that. 

Ever since you joined them, the benefits were mutual and the connection was instant. It was easy to love them, and you made yourself valuable. One of them, playing with his own name, called you their “lucky charm”. All of that due to your navigation skills that got them out of trouble and into profit more times than one. 

However, you kept to yourself. The pain, the heartache, the loss… They haunted you, even if they belonged in the past. And here, you were moving towards your future. 

“Y’know, your dreams, your ambitions…”, the man by your side continued, given your silence. You remained quiet, teasingly, which only enticed him more. “Surely you’ve heard of those”, his smile was unfaltering and his one arm was on the bulwark, bottle of rum in hand. 

You took a sip of your drink. The two of you were the last ones still awake, drinking and staring into the endless water and dark sky, trying to see where they met — at least, that’s what you were doing. He was just yapping. You’d grown used to your Captain’s tendencies of lightheartedness and mischief, and it was safe to say you were friends. Good ones, even if you weren’t eager to share your deepest secrets. You were certain he didn’t want to share his as well. You liked each other regardless because of it. Perhaps more because of it.  

“C’mon”, he drank a generous gulp, smiling still. “Gimme a drag”, as he only had one arm, he didn’t have the capacity of holding the bottle in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. So, you held it for him between your fingers, sometimes moving it towards his mouth so he could inhale. It was such a simple gesture, but it felt so intimate. 

You liked your Captain. Very much so. And, as one of the few women on the Red Force, of course you noticed that he checked you out every now and then — all men did. You didn’t mind, in fact, you rather enjoyed checking them out right back.

It was extremely rare for the two of you to have a moment alone like this, and you cherished it immensely. The man was an Emperor, after all, and you still found yourself yearning for one on one time as if he was a school mate. 

Even now, in this whole new world, he still made sure his crew had a moment to party every now and then, when things were calm. Hence, why everyone was passed out drunk and you were still standing, at guard. Or as much guard you could be in this half drunken state.

“You know, it’s bad manners not to answer your Captain, not to mention a clear act of rebellion…”

You took a deep breath, laughing quietly. “I know”, you spoke only to shut him up. You knew he wouldn’t push you too far, and that’s why you felt comfortable enough to talk. “I remember having dreams and ambitions as a little girl. I just… Don’t know where it all went”.

“I reckon it’s still in there”, he pointed at your chest, your heart — skillfully balancing his bottle of rum without the pointed finger. 

“I once said I wanted to be an assassin”, you smiled remembering the child you once were. Your Captain smiled too. “I didn’t know what an assassin was, of course”.

“Of course”, that smile was still there, perfect. As perfect as an imperfect pirate Captain can be, at least. His gaze inspired you to continue. 

“I loved reading and history. I remember my father”, your voice altered slightly, mentioning the flawed man who raised you, more emotional than before, “finding new books for me every now and then. He abdicated everything for our little family… And for knowledge. I think at some point I wished to carry on his legacy”.

The question of ambitions and dreams was a hard one. At this particular place in your life, all you wanted was to be safe, to be comfortable, to be around your found family… Around Shanks. 

“What happened?”, he persisted, interested. 

You took a deep sigh. “People. Expectations. Life got in the way, I guess”.

“But what would you want if there were no expectations, no people?”, he asked, and, although he directed the question to you, it seemed like he was looking for guidance for himself as well.

You shrugged your shoulders and smiled. “I think I would be a librarian in a small village… Have a lot of cats, and maybe horses, too. Be free, with the open skies above me and the infinite sea near, too, but with a place of my own. In another life, maybe”, you looked over at him, “All that after I travelled the world and found the One Piece with you, boss, of course”.

“Naturally”, his smile lit up the night, and he took a sip of his drink, a little lost in thought.

“What about you?”, you inquired. You didn’t shy away from returning the question to him. After all, if you answered, so should he. Although he was the boss, he still maintained quite a balanced environment. You could just talk to each other about anything, and if one wanted out of the conversation, there would be no questions asked from the other. 

His body was turned towards you, eyes on you and not on the sea. It was clear his focus had shifted from inside his mind to outside, to the night, to this moment. His attention was almost too much. You returned your gaze to that water below, the sound of the waves a good substitute for silence. 

“Honestly?”, you nodded as he spoke, “As a kid… I just wanted to be a carefree pirate with…”, he stopped himself, shaking his head lightly. It was his turn to look away into the distance. “My friends.The freedom of it all called to me”, he finished, after taking another long sip of his drink. 

Silence ensued. Yet, the quiet with your Captain was comfortable. Even though he was propense to partying and laughing, he seemed in his element in the silence too. A man of his stature with an ability to feel deeply was a rare thing. You felt immensely proud to be by his side, to be a part of his crew. It was no lie that you wanted to see the world, but you weren’t sure you would have allowed yourself to want it this badly had you not joined his crew. They made this possible, and, even though there was violence and discomfort sometimes, it was good. 

Even though you tried not to, your glare kept returning to him. Perhaps your thinking was too loud, because the man turned to you again. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, as he did so often. 

“Did you lose something similar to my face or am I just too handsome?”, the amusement in his voice was tangible. 

“Oh, shut up”, you tried to cover your smirk by drinking some more, but he caught on, clearly having fun.

“No, seriously”, he took one step closer, “am I really so beautiful that your gaze just falls on me naturally?”

You laughed, but you felt your face redden nonetheless. You could try to play it cool, but this interaction had begun to make you nervous in the best way possible, and the part of you fueled by rum wanted to see where it would lead.

“Yes, Shanks”, you playfully responded. Calling him by his name was a dangerous move, especially in the mocking tone you had on. You brought the cigar to your mouth, lighting it again and taking one long inhale. You breathed out the air, still smiling slightly, your Captain’s eyes now predatorial. “I do think you’re that beautiful”.

Another step, this time you took it. The two of you were so close you could feel his warmth. His body towered over you, all six foot seven of him. It almost made your neck hurt looking up to him, but the thrill of this situation made anything bearable. 

“Care to share?”, he motioned to the smoke between your fingers with a raise of eyebrows. 

You just lift your hand close to his mouth so he could breathe it in. When he exhaled and you began to lower your hand, he stopped you, holding your wrist and the bottle at the same time. Then, he did the unthinkable. He kissed it. 

His lips were rough, but they felt amazing on your skin. Perfect. As if they belonged there. 

Even this small gesture, this little kiss on the inside of your wrist, the smoke still coming from the cigar, caused an inexplicable rush. Body on fire, burning as red as his head of hair.

His gaze never left your face, not even when your glare flew from his eyes to his lips, still lingering on your skin. 

Your poor heart, beating so quickly for a man so unattainable. Yet, a voice inside you, most likely drunk as well, whispered softly, if he could be attained, it would be by you.

A loud noise came from inside the crew’s quarters. You jumped, but Shanks simply moved away softly. 

As quickly as the moment came, it was gone. 

The cigarette in your hand went out. 

***

It had been a few months since the hand incident, if it could even be called that. The Captain acted pretty much the same most of the time, composed and natural, but you felt changed in your very core. 

Sometimes, you’d look for him and find him already staring at you. Every now and then, during a party or celebration, some drinks in, you’d flirt with him and he would flirt back, all charm and charisma. 

You brushed the incident off as a drunken reaction, but there was a part of you that couldn’t get rid of the sensation that something between the two of you shifted, and that you might want more. 

The slight shift in his demeanour came not only from his gaze, or the flirting. There was a new found protectiveness, as if his shadow was towering over you as more than a Captain. One time, when the ship was docked on a random island, you felt him come behind you during an argument with a shopkeeper. You hadn’t realized he went in after you, and yet, there he was, by your side. You didn’t even have to ask.

The conversations you had around others were different now too. The Captain valued everyone’s opinion, but you could tell by the way he wouldn’t take his eyes off of you that he wanted to know yours, not the filtered version you carefully crafted for others, but your true, honest opinion.

Either that, or you were hallucinating from scurvy.

The night fell swiftly, and the crew was scattered in this small fishermen’s island. You were probably the only one on the ship still, and your intention was to enjoy the quiet night alone on the ship with a book you picked up at the shop the day you had anchored. 

A ruffled noise came from behind you as you made your way to the common room. You reacted instantly. Book in one hand, dagger on the other, you were ready to defend yourself and the Red Force. 

“Jeez, at rest, soldier”. The voice came from behind you, all fun and giggles. You could recognize that sound anywhere. “At least I can sleep soundly knowing you are guarding us all”.

“Heavens, boss!”, you put the dagger back in your belt and held your book close to your chest. Turning around to face him was a natural reflex, but a part of you wished you hadn’t done it. He was quite the sight — deep red hair, built like a god, even his scars were attractive. “You scared me”.

“You look adorable grasping your book like that”, he said, letting his body fall on the wall. Back against it, one leg up to balance himself. There he was with the flirting once more. That smile could stop a war, you were certain.

Your head fell to the side, in a way you hoped was sweet and charming, and you had to hold yourself not to smile. Part of you wanted to maintain a strong facade for him, tease him, make him work for it a little. 

He was your Captain, but he was also a man. 

There was a flame behind his eyes and an energy in the way he tilted his head, matching your movement, which had your chest moving up and down more strongly. Air felt rarefied, and suddenly you were aware of every part of your body — the red in your cheeks, the white of your outfit, the shaking of your legs, the sweating of your hands.

This should have been simple. It was just a Captain chatting with his mate. 

It could be just that.

However, you realized this was the first time you and Shanks were alone together since the incident. 

“Cat got your tongue?”

“No, I simply have no adequate response”. Your mouth was faster than your brain. Maybe, in another life, you were more eloquent, like your father, or maybe elegant, like your mother. But no. You just stared at the man who was your Captain and the object of all your desires, and said incoherent nonsense.

“You haven’t quite figured out what I want you to respond, huh?”, he read you like an open book. “You can just speak your mind, you know”.

The cover of the book was endlessly interesting. The night smelled like salt, and the lighting in the corridor leading to the common room was dim. 

You felt him take a step closer before you saw it. Once more, you were in a compromising position — with your Captain towering over you, dark cloak almost shielding the both of you. You remembered this feeling, this that came as easily as breathing. 

His one hand moved up towards your chin, lifting your head so your eyes would meet. You knew you could be seductive and blink innocently and just lure him in if you wanted, but this was Shanks. 

He was more experienced than that, and he would be able to tell if you were doing something only to please him or because you thought he would want it. 

In your mind, you constantly found yourself thinking about what your Captain would do to you. Of course you had heard many stories about his conquests, his one night stands, his lovers — all of whom seemed more than willing to go back for more. All made it seem like sharing Shanks’ bed was a dream.

You were far from virginal, but any involvement with your Captain had the potential to be complicated, so you were a little hesitant — even though the tension was palpable, even though his hand remained on your chin. The hesitant part was bigger than the people pleaser part. 

And the attraction was stronger than any hesitation.  

So, you did the one thing you could think to do. 

One hand moved to hold his wrist, and you moved it slightly closer to your lips. With a suaveness that was strange even to you, you kissed it. 

It was the very first time your lips touched Shanks, and it was magical. 

If this was an answer to the questions you had, it was a good one. 

His shock was evident in his face and in his body. He tensed up immediately, not used to having someone treat him with such fondness, hold him with such care. Even though he was the furthest thing possible from chaste and coy, his endeavours were, more often than not, much too raw. 

The Captain usually didn’t have a problem with his dominating, charismatic personality — he constantly used it to his advantage, and it worked. Although he would much prefer being carefree, life happened and he had to play the hand he was given. But there was not a single part of him that expected this. 

He wasn’t in control, for once. After all, this wasn’t a one night stand or a hookup with no strings attached. The two of you were connected by something greater than life, and your entire livelihood would be affected if it ended poorly. 

It wasn’t in Shanks’ nature to worry this much, and it wasn’t in your nature to do something this recklessly. 

And, somehow, your lips still didn’t leave his skin. 

You blinked once, twice, hoping for a reaction. The seconds dragged on for days, it seemed. His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes never left yours. 

His big right hand moved, cupping your cheek, and your eyes instantly closed, relishing in his touch. Was it you who let out a moan? You couldn’t tell, so lost in the moment. He murmured your name, a warning, and you opened your eyes to find an expression you’d never seen before in his face.

“Tell me to stop”, he said. 

“No”, was your murmured answer. 

He used his strength to push you against the wall behind you, now in control again, where he belonged. The hand that was soft on your cheek moved harshly to your neck. He pulled your hair back, just a little, not excessively. Your neck was exposed, and he would have to lower his body a lot to touch it with his lips, and damn, you hoped he would.

You dropped your book, which fell to the wooden floor with a loud thud.  

His signature red hair was covering his eyes, but you could feel the predatory gaze on you. 

You half expected him to kiss you, take you to his chambers and claim you in the most animalistic way possible. But that wasn’t him. The man standing in front of you was calm, lighthearted and fun, albeit domineering. Easily taking charge of the situation and making it what he needed. So, it was no surprise that he lowered his head to press his forehead against yours, and said “You smell so good”.

You just chuckled, now holding his waist. He sniffed your hair like a puppy would. 

“Seriously, is that driftwood?”, you could hear his smile when he spoke. Perhaps it was insanity. But having Shanks close to you like this, his body attached to yours and his attention solely on you was insane, so you didn’t see any harm in playing along. 

“Shut up”, you giggled. You looked up to him, trying to memorize his features. 

The moment suddenly became serious. Your giggles stopped, and his smile vanished. The rest of the world vanished, too. No sounds, no light, nothing. 

There was only you and him. 

The built-up tension was a solid block above the two of you. You wanted nothing more than to break it, but, at the same time, the agony was delicious. Waiting, anticipating and yearning somehow made this moment all the more precious. 

Closer, your mind screamed. You shared his air, coming from his parted lips. There was an unspoken need for more closeness, for less space to be between you two.

Closer, closer, closer. 

Just like clockwork, a noise came from the door, interrupting. You didn’t want to be parted from Shanks, not in the slightest. Yet, to preserve this moment and others that might come, he let you go, kneeling to pick up your book. 

A drunken Yasopp made his way down the corridor right after, barely speaking to you or the Captain. You heard him murmur something about showing them who’s aimless when he went inside. 

Your Captain, still looking at you, but further than you wished, nodded once in a silent “I’ll see you later” movement. The legend, the myth, standing in front of you. All those stories about his doings, all the fuss and glory and bounty. It constantly amazed you that, even though he was indeed legendary, he was still a man. 

A man who, despite having a complicated past and an even more complicated present, remained kind. 

His kindness was shown once more when, before leaving, he approached you and gently kissed your forehead. You could feel his agony, his yearning — a twin to your own.

There was a part of you that wanted to follow Shanks as he left, long steps towards his chambers. In fact, you wanted nothing more than to follow that man and continue your interaction, to finally feel more of him. But there was a force stronger than nature, an intuition, a voice that whispered you should let him go and come back to you when he’s ready. 

So, you did.

***

As the days went by since your last encounter with Shanks, you felt more and more afflicted by his absence. Nonetheless, you felt certain you did the right thing. 

Your body was on fire just remembering the way he held your hair, the way his eyes looked at you with delicious anticipation and warmth. 

It had been a long time since you felt this way, if you ever did. Sure, every now and then you craved sex and you didn’t mind finding someone in whatever port you were anchored to satisfy your needs. It was carnal, and it was good, mostly. 

However, this longing was different. It was a kind of interest you had rarely felt. The more Shanks you got, the more you wanted. 

And it wasn’t enough. Stolen glares, a touch of hands, laughing at the dinner table surrounded by the crew. It just wasn’t enough. You needed to smack that smirk right out of his face and then kiss it better. 

A couple weeks after that night, you could still feel Shanks’ hand on your cheek, you could sense his arm around you… The attraction was mutual, of that you were sure. 

You wondered if the agony of these days apart was mutual as well. 

Will it be long before he comes once more?, you were tossing and turning in your hammock, thoughts of Shanks flooding through your head.

The night had fallen quietly, and most of the crew was asleep. You only heard the slight snores and the waves crashing against the Red Force. The ship had not anchored since you last set sail, moving through the sea at a comfortable pace. 

You stood up quietly to not wake up anyone, and moved up quickly. Going out on the upper deck, getting some air and smelling the ocean beneath you. That was what you needed before trying (and most likely failing) to fall asleep once more — it would be good to have the air cool you down when you felt like you were burning up with need, with yearning. 

After passing through the corridor where you last spoke with Shanks, memories surrounding and consuming you like embers, you made your way out into the night. 

The relief of seeing the endless sky and the infinite waters surrounding you was immensurable. 

That thrill only lasted for a moment, however, because your eyes landed instantly on the figure covered by shadows, but whose silhouette you’d recognize anywhere. 

You began to turn around, intending to leave him be, when he said, “I can hear you”, nonchalantly. 

Your face contracted as you turned around, smiling and embarrassed. “Sorry, boss, I was just going to enjoy the silence for a while. Didn’t see you there”.

“Please”, he motioned to his side. An invitation and a promise of peace.

You walked towards him with as much caution as you could, your mind still hazy. His body was supported by the bulwark, and there was a cigarette half smoked in hand. 

He didn’t look over, respecting your need for stillness. 

You had no idea how long you stood there. It could have been hours, days or years. 

When you finally turned to him, he was turning to you too.

“This is weird”, you said.

“The sky is beautiful”, he said at the exact same time. He took a second to process your words, then smiled. “What’s weird?”.

You pointed to yourself and then to him. In his usual fashion, he just shrugged jovially, corners of his lips upward. “It’s good weird, you know, but still a little weird”.

“But seriously, what’s weird?”, he turned around, back facing the sea. “The fact that I wanted to hump your leg like a puppy?”

You laughed, happy to be met with the same humour as always. At least, you had a friend in him, regardless of the rest. 

“I would’ve let you”, you lifted your eyebrows in a knowing manner, teasing him. He was smiling, too. “The sky really is beautiful tonight”.

Obviously, you still wanted him. Damn, you would really let this man hump your leg if he was into it for real. You were a little kinky yourself and, truth be told, you were willing to try anything once. And to try with Shanks, of all people? What a privilege that would be.

Out of all the dirty, unholy things you wanted to try out in your life, you were lucky enough to have done most of it. There were a few times it just happened, and others you planned out with some partner. 

This whole situation made you think of the Captain’s kinks. What does he secretly wish for in the middle of night like this? Did he come up to the deck for air from the hotness of imagining a tad too much?

“You look like an ass guy”, you blurted out before even understanding what you were saying. Oh, the things insomnia and horniness can do to a girl. 

Shanks almost choked on smoke. “What makes you say that?”

You tilted your head like an interested dog would, trying to see any sort of disinterest or repulse in his features. Instead, all you found was genuine surprise and curiosity. “It’s a little controversial, right?”, he nodded, smile growing. “And it seems like you’re the kind of guy who likes it a little dirty”, he chuckled as you spoke, “and who would love to have it tight and a little painful”. His silence was deafening, even if his smile was still there, so you hit him playfully with your elbow. “Am I wrong?”.

“Oh”, only that sound came from him. You were still smiling. A pirate Captain, an Emperor of the New World, the legend, the myth. Right now, he was simply the man before you. Red hair, red cheeks. “Woman, are you trying to kill me?”

You didn’t answer, containing your laughter, amused by the situation. Hell, if it was weird, you didn’t mind making it weirder. At least, you both were having fun.

“Just wanted to check how blue your balls can get”, you turned around, elbows on the bulwark. 

“The answer is very”, he copied your motion, turning around as well. With you crunched over and him standing at full height, you felt like a devotee worshiping a god. Come to think of it, you wouldn’t mind worshiping this man. 

The sea wasn’t as agitated as usual on this night. A good counterpoint to your heart, that was almost beating out of your chest.

“I would love to see it”, you joked. It wasn’t that much of a joke, actually, but the situation demanded some humour. 

“Come get it, then”, was his response. He looked so calm in this whole situation.

You opened your mouth to speak, but words would not suffice. You were never that great at conversation anyway.

There was nothing left to say. Only to do. 

That’s why you stood up, adjusting your posture. Shanks immediately turned his body to yours, giving you his full attention, almost as if good posture was alarming — you could tell, by the twinkle in his eyes, that he was having as much fun as you. You got on your toes and threw your arms around his neck, in a dramatic fashion he certainly admired, and, at long last, brought your lips to meet his. 

Although Shanks was a little surprised you actually followed his instructions and went and got it, he reacted quickly. He kissed you back passionately, using his one arm to pull you closer. 

He kissed just like you thought he would — full of feeling, dominating but not aggressive. Intense. The kind of kiss so unbelievable that it would haunt you forever. His experience was clear in the way he kissed, not messy, not too much, just fully him.

He was much taller, and even though you were on your tip toes, he still had to lean down. That didn’t stop either of you. One hand moved through his hair — you had always dreamed of doing this — and the other held his neck as if he was getting away. By the way he held you, however, you could tell he wasn’t going anywhere soon. 

Warmth flooded you. Him, him, him. 

Heavens. For a man with only one arm, you could surely feel him everywhere. 

Your belly was turning with excitement and a feeling you didn’t really want to admit you felt. Right now, all that mattered was this proximity, this intimacy. 

The Captain, always aware of his surroundings, turned you so your bum hit the bulwark, and he lifted you with ease. When your eyes met his, you could tell he was looking for an answer, that he needed one.

He mirrored you this time. He would take anything you could give. He was choosing you, for whatever reason, and he wanted to give you all the time to choose him back. Never pushing you, never pressuring. 

There was no need for time. You had him right now. 

Your hand moved on his shirt, half-open in classical Shanks fashion. You felt his chest rise and fall beneath your hands. Taking advantage of the position, you pulled his white shirt towards you, bringing your lips together once more. 

How easy it was to kiss him, how very natural. It amazed you how instinctively you knew to wrap your legs around his waist, even if you were out on the deck. It was remarkable how his body moved with yours, matching every movement before you moved at all. His lips never left yours, his tongue rhythmically asking for passage to your mouth. It wasn’t as messy and guttural as one might think, but calculated to the point of making you wonder if this man was carefully made for you.

You moaned against his mouth, not able to control yourself. That made him bolder, hand moving to your leg and squeezing. You opened your legs more, allowing his body to come closer to you between them. 

“Fuck”, he muttered when your lips separated. You already missed him, already craved him, more so than before. You bit your lower lip, holding in a smile. His forehead rested against yours, his breath ragged much like your own. “Let me fuck you”.

Yes. 

“Wow”, you said, trying to remain serious instead of taking all your clothes off and bending over in a common area of the ship, “Won’t even buy me dinner first, huh?”

He laughed loudly, even though you were acting all serious.

Although Shanks’ laugh was no cause for concern at the Red Force, it was the dead of night in the middle of nowhere. You shushed him and put a finger to his lip, the universal “shut up” sign. 

“Are you crazy? People will come here!”.

“Who cares?”, his voice sounded like a smile. Was that even possible? He kissed you gently as his hand caressed your thigh, making your sleeping gown raise and show more and more skin, which seemed to enchant him greatly. “I own everything around here, in case you haven’t heard”.

You let out a surprised sound. “You don’t own shit, boss”.

“Yeah, baby, talk dirty to me”, he gripped your thigh and kissed your neck playfully. You were giggling, happier than ever. The air was cold and the fantasy of moaning “boss” as Shanks was inside you had you hotter and even more bothered. 

You two were giggling and kissing, enjoying this moment, not wanting it to end. 

“Come to my chambers”, he said between kisses. His hand held you tightly, moving down towards your bum and squeezing every now and then. You always had a hunch the Captain was an ass man. 

“People will know something’s up when they wake to see I’m gone and then see me coming out of your room”. 

Your response only brought indifference. “And?”.

“Well, boss, I think having forty grown men prying won’t help us in any affair”, you separated from the kiss, holding his chin so his eyes could face yours. He was beyond beautiful, and a part of you, a possessive, unreasonable and irrational part of you, could only think mine, mine, mine, mine, mine. “And I’m pretty sure I’ll come back for more once I have a taste of you”.

“Don’t worry about them”, he replied. At this rate, with the hotness of your body, it would take very little talking to get you in his bed, despite your concerns. “We’re all that matters”, he kissed you lovingly, “Come with me”.

He took a step back and stretched out his hand.

You took it. 

***

You had been in Shanks’ quarters more than once, but never in a situation like this. One time, he was so drunk he threw up and you found yourself cleaning up as he fell asleep on the floor. There was this other time, when you were so nervous after losing a stupid game, that he just locked you in the room as punishment. He said you were grounded or something, and you had to stay until you were no longer in homicidal mode. Everyone laughed, and you broke a couple things out of vengeance. 

Now, however… This was different.

Shanks sat on his bed, not a care in the world. His cigarette went out, and he motioned to get another in his pocket, but thought twice. He looked at you, who were observing the maps on the walls, seemingly trying to play it cool, and chuckled. 

You turned around and met his gaze.

One step and you were standing in front of him, between his legs he so gloriously man-spread. 

He didn’t have to tell you to make yourself at home. You were home.

His hand touched you behind the knee, and you almost jumped in anticipation. He travelled upwards slowly, almost touching your butt and then not, just to go down your thighs again and repeat it all over again. It was torture. It was delicious.

You let your hands rest on his shoulders. His big, hard, muscular, manly shoulders. Damn, had he been working out? 

He finally stopped playing around and pulled you closer. You straddled his lap, letting your core dangerously close to his, as his hand stayed on your butt.

“I’m definitely an ass guy”, the way he laughed was surprisingly wholesome. You couldn’t help but to laugh back. 

“I knew it!”, you celebrated, raising your arms above your head.

Shanks took advantage of the movement, eye level with your tits, to kiss your chest gently. “But I have to admit, these make me wonder if I’m not a boob guy too”.

Your breath got caught in your throat.   

You wanted him to do something, to just tear your clothes and take you. Your eyes were closed, savoring the moment, and your hand moved down to his signature red hair then to his shoulders and then back. 

There was a beat of silence, of complete stillness. You were not even breathing as Shanks approached your chest and open mouthedly kissed your collarbone. 

You looked down and met his gaze, a serious expression on his face. His eyes searched for any hesitation, any doubt in yours, but he didn’t find any. He wouldn’t find any. This was irrevocably what you craved, intensely and deeply. 

You moaned when he resumed his ministrations on your skin. A gentle kiss near your chest, a peck on your neck. He explored with the expertise only a pirate could have.

Finally, he moved his hand to the front of your clothing and began to pull down. Once more his eyes searched you for a sign to stop. 

You mouthed more without making a sound.

Ever so sweetly, he pulled your night gown down and freed your breasts. You let out a whimper as he let out an animalistic sound. His hand gripped your thigh as a lifeline as he drove right in, kissing the skin and then licking where his lips just were. 

He nibbled at the soft skin of your chest, in a way you were sure would leave bruises, even if there was no force. The ghost of his lips would haunt you forever.

Without any warning, his hand pulled your clothes down to expose more skin. You moaned as he sucked one nipple, your pussy already clenching. At the same time you desperately wanted him to move south, you wanted this moment to last. 

His hand was on your waist, holding you for dear life as you rocked your hips lightly, experimenting. The motion caused a positive reaction, you realized as the man let out a sigh. 

“I have wanted this since I first laid eyes on you”, he confessed, moving to the other breast, licking and kissing and involving your nipple in his mouth. You moved your hips against him again, hoping to gain some relief, and he let out the prettiest moan you’d ever heard. 

“You had me since you first laid eyes on me, boss”, you replied. 

Your confession in between a shortened breath seemed to entice the man, for he lifted you off him with ease and threw you on the bed like a ragdoll. Then, almost as if he had read your mind, he ripped your night gown in half, exposing you to his fully clothed self. You gasped and his eyes darkened. 

There was something about the power dynamic… Something about being on display for him whilst he was clothed. The need you felt was brutal. He was up on his knees, opening your legs to make space for him, with excellent balance for a man with only one arm. 

Just like a damned clockwork, came a knock on the door. 

Shanks growled in frustration. “I’m busy”, was his harsh response as he resumed his ministrations on your body. He lifted one foot and kissed it with such care and adoration it made your heart flutter and your pussy to clench around nothing. 

“Just making sure everything’s alright, boss”, Benn’s voice came from the other side of the door, “You were nowhere to be found”.

“I’m in my room during the night! What’s wrong with that?”, he replied, still holding your leg up. You giggled at the situation, trying to remain quiet and failing. 

Beckman’s scuff was followed by his footsteps, moving away from the room. 

Truth be told, you had a hunch Shanks suffered from insomnia since long before you two had met. Meeting him in the dead of night, him offering to stay guard, all the parties that went well into the morning… The signs were clear.

It took one to know one, right?

Your heart was beating fast, but not only for the horniness. No. This had become something else the moment all the pieces of a puzzle connected in your head and you saw your Captain as not a myth, not a legend, not an Emperor or a pirate, but as a man. A flawed man, who had suffered so much in such a short life span. A man who looked at you and saw a version of yourself you’d grown to love. 

“Where were we?”, he smiled down at you, still teasing and charming, but you just rested your leg down and pulled him in. He looked surprised, almost confused, for a moment, before you joined his lips and yours once more.

You hoped the kiss would convey the desire and all the feelings you couldn’t quite name. 

The man murmured a ‘what’ as you pushed him down on the pillows and straddled him. 

It was different, to say the least, to be on top fully naked as the man beneath you was fully clothed, but you didn’t really care, not when Shanks opened that smile. The one that had the entire world stopping just to see it for a second.

You rocked your hips and made a sound you couldn’t recognize as you began to kiss his chest, opening his shirt to see more of him. More, more, more. 

You moved your body south, to the waistband of his pants. “These are ugly ass trousers, boss”, you commented, earning a laugh from him. “Maybe we should take it off… And then throw it into the ocean?”. 

It was true, you really did hate those pants. But that was not the reason why you wanted them off. 

Shanks scuffed jokingly. “You can do anything as long as you take ‘em off right now, love”.

The pet name caused your brain to short circuit for a beat. Love was a really strong word in your books. Yet, somehow, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. 

You put a pin in those thoughts because there was something hard and hot calling you. 

The pants were quickly discarded into the floor, along with his white shirt. The laziness in Shanks took over and he let you do most of the work, but you didn’t mind. Not when there was something so interesting hiding in those ridiculous pants. Not when every word he said was a holy command to you. 

Your mouth went dry at the sight of Shanks, naked, laying in front of you like a five course meal. Not only that, but oh, his cock. You had no idea a dick could be that pretty. Long, thick, with a cute pink tip and veins that seemed put there by a skilled artist and not some randomness of nature. 

All of him seemed straight off a painting, to be honest. Even his missing limb, the place where your gaze stayed for more than a second. Enough to make him touch it, trying to remain lighthearted but a little tense nonetheless. 

“It’s an adjustment, really. The whole missing arm thing”, he said, tone playful, but you saw underneath it. There was pain lingering in his eyes. Physical pain, yes, but emotional pain too. There was a story there, one you hoped he would share whenever he was ready. 

You just kissed his entire body, from his legs to neck. You purposely skipped his cock, hard and glistening with pre-cum. Your hands followed your mouth, until you felt you had touched him everywhere. 

The last place you were going to caress was his left shoulder, the place where his arm used to be. As your mouth moved to it, he held your hair gently, stopping you. 

“You don’t have to”, his voice was a whisper. There was a lot of emotion in his eyes, and you hoped he could see it in yours too. 

“I want to”, you replied, confident he would stop you if he was uncomfortable. As long as you were concerned, though, all of him was made for your kisses, for your touches, for love. 

He let go of your hair, hand still on your head when you pressed your lips there for the first time. 

You looked at him to make sure everything was fine, and you were met with adoration. You proceeded, cocky smile growing in your face as you moved down his body again.

“Tease”, he messed with your hair, biting his lower lip. 

If he hoped for an answer, he would be waiting for a long time. After all, you were face to face with his dick once more, mouth watering and the unholiest of thoughts going through your mind.

Surely, he had made another snarky comment by now, but you were too far gone to listen. You licked a stripe from his base to the tip, and he gifted you with a delicious moan, one that went straight between your thighs, adding to the wetness. 

The licking and kissing part was easy. His dick was just too good and he even tasted good, too. But the sucking part could be a challenge, considering he was big and thick. You wouldn’t back down from a challenge, though. Oh, no. 

You remained relaxed as you wrapped your lips around the tip, using your tongue to stimulate him even more. You used your hand as well, softly rocking the part of him you couldn’t fit in your mouth yet. 

Even though you were relaxed, this was hard. Pun intended. 

Words of affirmation showered from his mouth, ‘so good’, ‘that’s it’, ‘you’re so pretty’. But you were far too focused on making him lose his mind. You looked at him best you could in this position, and fit more of him in your mouth.

More, more, more.

His hand was caressing your hair before tugging on it, mindlessly trying to make you take more. 

Captain’s orders, huh?

From the sheer size of him, you didn’t know if it would be possible, but you just relaxed your throat as you took more of him. Almost deepthroathing, almost all of him. 

There was saliva everywhere, but neither you nor Shanks seemed to care. He was far gone, muscles contracting as you moved your head up and down a little, turning to the right and to the left simultaneously. 

Finally, his eyes met yours again. 

The sight was too much for him. He pulled your hair away from his cock and pulled you to him, kissing you with so much intensity your teeth hit his in one moment.

Your body was above his, and his one hand was everywhere. When he finally touched you between your legs, you separated the kiss to breathe. Just one touch and you were already melting in his hand. 

“Not gonna last?”, he murmured in your ear, continuing to move his fingers through your folds, teasing your clit and then moving away, not letting any part of him go inside of you just yet. Your moan was a mix of a cry and a prayer. Him, him, him, it was all you could think.

You rocked your hips against his hand, trying to get more. More of something, more of anything, you just needed him. 

Thankfully, Shanks was an experienced man and knew how to read a body. He lift himself, sitting against the headboard with you on top of him, both your hands holding his shoulders and legs on either side of his thighs. Your entrance was dangerously close to his cock, and you felt your pussy pulsing and your heart beating with anticipation, with want. 

“You’re sure?”, Shanks whispered, searching for your eyes. No hesitation would be found there.

“What would you do if I said no?”, you joked, taking his cock in one hand to pump it once, twice, three times. He was half laughing from your comment, half moaning from the pleasure. 

“Probably cry”, his words were playful, but his eyes were lustful, “and then jerk off”. 

It was your turn to laugh, but the amusement was short lived, because he took advantage of your distraction to line himself and thrust his hips upwards, finally entering you. 

A gasp from you. A grunt from him. You threw your head back as you lowered your hips slowly. It was a good thing you two had been flirting forever and the anticipation got you wetter than the entire freaking ocean, because your Captain had a big dick, and it was hard to take him.

Your cunt was pulsing, craving more of him. His hand rested on your hips, and he began moving and instructing you to move too. You tried rocking your hips, but it was too much. Your clit was right on his pelvis, and it was just too good. 

Noticing you were a goner, Shanks took matters into his own hands. He pulled your body down, chest flushed with his, and began thrusting upwards in a delicious speed, starting out slow and the building. You let out little whimpers close to his ears, and each time you did he seemed to go even deeper. 

You wanted nothing more than for this man to bury himself in you. 

It would have been amazing to just lay on top of him as he fucked you with the precision of a professional. But you wanted more. 

You lifted your torso, sitting on him. In doing so, both of you moaned loudly. For a second, you worried someone might hear. To Hell with them. There was only this moment, only this feeling. 

You began riding him as if your life depended on it. Back and forth, hips dancing on top of your lover. The sounds were a perfect soundtrack to the moment. 

You reached your hands from his chest, where they had been for support, to your own breasts, twitching your nipples and grabbing them to maximize the feeling. 

The man looked starstruck to see you chasing your high, pleasuring himself, on his body. His mouth fell open the more you moved. He pressed his feet on the bed, grating you more stability as his thighs were behind you. 

You let your hands fall behind you, to where his thighs were. The new angle was explosive. 

The release you both craved so much was magnified by how long you both waited for this, to finally touch and feel each other. Once more, you found yourself desperate to get more but wanting the moment to last. 

How does a moment last forever? You weren’t really sure, but when Shanks took advantage of the position to draw lazy circles on your clit, you were sure time stopped. 

There would be a before and an after this. 

No sound came out of your mouth as you surfed the waves of your orgasm. You didn’t even have time to let him know you were cumming, you just did. And it was a coreshaking, unbelievable feeling.

As your body trembled from the stimulation, Shanks lifted himself up, sitting more than laying down now. He hugged you, bringing your chest close to his face and seizing movement as you came down from your high. 

Both your hands held his hair, and you opened your eyes to meet his. 

You thought there’d be a before and an after because of the crazy orgasm, but you were wrong. The before and after would be from the look in his eyes. 

You had seen adoration there before. Mischief, anger, annoyance, amusement. What you now saw, as he slowly began to thrust his hips upwards, were the four little letters that made a word you rarely said. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, not when he made you feel like the most beautiful woman alive. Not when he made you feel this good. 

“Stand up and bend over”, his tone left no room for discussion. 

“Ay ay, Captain”, you joked, sad to break contact but eager to see what was coming next. He scuffed and stood up too, going behind you and jokingly slapping your ass. 

You caught a glimpse of his dick when he stood, all pink and glistening with arousal. Your mouth watered. Perhaps you should’ve thought about protection, but, eh. Once again, who cares? Your mind was far too hazy for worry. 

His one hand touched your hips, forcing your face into the mattress and making your back arch even more. You turned your face, pressing your cheek on the soft blanket and putting both your knees on the bed, opening yourself up even more for him.

He stopped touching, and for a second, everything was quiet. Not even the ocean outside dared to make a sound.

When Shanks’ index finger moved gently through your entrance, collecting arousal, all the noise came back at once — the crashing of waves against the Red Force, his ragged breathing, something outside the room, your moans and whimpers. 

He seemed pleased with your reaction, collecting your juices and his on his fingers before pushing two of them in. This man’s goal might just be to kill you. You tried looking back further, to catch a glimpse of his face. 

He was so gorgeous it actually hurt. Sweat on his forehead, red hair falling on his forehead and eyes. Pecs so delicious it reminded you of a five course meal. His scars, his missing limp, all of it just made him more precious. 

Your eyes met when his fingers left your pussy, and, without a word, he lined himself and pushed. Even a few moments without his dick made it harder for him to enter you again. He murmured something along the lines of ‘so tight’ before he began thrusting again. 

Hips colliding against yours, time and time again. The force was almost brute, but you loved it. Was it possible to feel so passionate for a cock? Maybe, and if not, you were surely making the groundbreaking discovery that it was.

The position allowed him to go deeper, harder, and you both loved it. You were moaning, he was saying mumbled words affirming just how good you were for him.

“This cunt was made for me, love”, he said. “All mine”.

You shivered at the statement. Dear God, you felt the knot in your lower belly tightening again. 

Shanks’ thrusts were sloppier, uncoordinated and impossibly harder. You loved the intrusion, the aggression. For all you cared at that moment, he could just tie you to the bed and fuck you until you melted into a puddle.

You clenched around him, purposefully. At that, he reacted with the prettiest moan you’d ever heard. 

“Where do you want it?”, he asked and you loved that he did. 

“Inside”, your voice was shakier than you expected. “Please, inside”, you just didn’t want him to leave you. You wanted all of him in you.

He squeezed your hips, pushing you flush on the bed and laying on top of you. Having a two meters man with his full weight above you was hard, but even more so, it was fun and warm and dirty. His hips kept pistoling into you.

His mouth was pampering kisses on your ear, and you could feel and hear his breathing. 

He didn’t announce he was coming. Instead, he just thrusted so hard and so deep it made you let out a little scream. Ropes of white shot in you, and he kept moaning as his long release marked you as own. 

It was the perfect moment for a declaration, but you needed to stay in this bubble where nothing else other than you two existed. You needed to just feel his chest against your back and his softening dick inside. 

When he began moving to lay by your side, your hands flew behind you to keep him in place a little longer. “Stay”, you managed to say. “A little more, please”. 

He didn’t answer, instead, he just complied. He just kissed the side of your face, gentle and loving. 

A moment passed. Maybe two. It could have been years or seconds you stayed put beneath him, just feeling his body and his kisses. 

When he finally left your body, you whimpered. He laid by your side, stomach up whilst your chest was down. 

You were face to face, feeling each other's breath.

“Hi”, nonchalantly he said, a smile already growing. 

“Hey”, you were able to let out. You felt absolutely destroyed and ready for more. 

“Sleep here”, he begged, reaching for your hand. He pulled it to his lips and kissed it. Romantic. 

You nodded, moving towards him, curling up on his chest. His cum was dripping, probably making a mess on his sheets. At least they weren’t your sheets.

The air felt lighter, somehow. His chest was moving up and down beneath your head when you cuddled even more in him. 

The moonlight cast a pale light in the room. 

***

“My thighs hurt”, was the first thing you said when he woke up and opened those beautiful eyes. You were already awake for a few minutes, and you had more than enough time to go to his mirror and check out the red bite and hand marks on your bottom. 

Promptly, he guffewed. You took one of the many pillows on his bed to hit him with it. 

“Shut up! Everyone will hear!”

“I think that ship has sailed, darling”, with only one hand and laying on his back, he still managed to be dexterous. After taking it from your hands, he threw the pillow away, smiling. “I wasn’t the one screaming last night”.

“Oh, that could be anyone of your floozys”, you brushed him off, crossing your arms and pouting like a child. 

He played the offended part, gasping. If only there were pearls around his neck for him to clutch! You rolled your eyes, trying not to give him the satisfaction of a smile and failing miserably. 

He pulled you closer, bringing your chest to his back, cuddling. An Emperor, cuddling. You never thought you’d see the day, and yet, it felt so natural. You let him adjust himself behind you, and you felt his morning hard on deliciously on your back. 

His lips first met your shoulders, then your neck, and finally your ear. “You can be my floozy any time you want”, he whispered. The words themselves weren’t all that seductive, but the way he said it, morning voice raspy and the ghost of last night all over you… That was something else. 

A part of you wished you could be more mysterious and hold in your laugh. With Shanks, you just couldn’t. Your smile, your laughter, it all came naturally. He had that effect on you, apparently.

You weren’t one to share your dreams and ambitions that easily, but, with your Captain, it felt as simple as breathing.

You rolled your hips against his morning wood, teasing him. 

“Time for round two?”, he asked. His voice was all the stimulation you needed. 

You turned to meet his face and join your lips. 

“Out of how many?”, after a few pecs, you inquired. After all, a girl had a right to know if it was a one night and morning after thing, or more. 

“How many numbers are there?”

“Infinite, as far as I know”

“There’s your answer”, he barely finished saying the words before kissing you deeply. He moved over you, towering over you the best he could with only one arm.

It wasn’t long before you were a mess of moans and orgasms again. 

***

The morning came with an unbearable heat. You managed to sneak out of the Captain’s room and go to your chambers quietly, avoiding any prying gazes. Since he destroyed your clothing, you borrowed something of his. Now, out on the deck covered in sunlight going to the kitchen for a late breakfast, your tank top and shorts were soaked in sweat, and the entire crew was complaining when you joined them. 

“Somebody opened the gates of hell”.

“I haven’t felt this hot since I snuck into an oven as a kid”. 

You laughed as you reached for a muffin at the breakfast table. 

In more ways than one, you were immensely grateful this was your life. Grown men bitching about the weather and all. 

The door to the kitchen opened with little noise. If you weren't so deeply aware of Shanks’ presence at any given minute, you might have missed his quiet entrance. There were no good mornings, only a calm smile as he walked to the head of the table, passing through his trusted mates and yourself. 

What you didn’t expect — and probably no one did — was that the Captain would stop behind your chair, hand on your shoulder, and lean down to give you a kiss on the cheek. 

Intimate. Lovable. 

Public. 

Lucky Roux’s food fell from his fork. For a couple seconds, one could hear a pin drop. Perhaps they heard your heart too, almost beating out of your chest.

But then, as quickly as the silence came, it was gone. 

The clinking of silverware, chairs moving and footsteps around the room, the laughter from Yasopp as Benn pointed to Roux and said “you owe me one hundred berries”. Shanks simply moved with ease through the room.

Oh, you were going to find out what were the terms of this bet later. 

You looked over to where he sat at your side, at his usual place at the head of the table, and the look you were met with made your heart melt. You were sure by now your face was redder than his hair, but, to paraphrase your Captain, who the hell cares? 

Amidst the common chaos, he mouthed in silence three little words to you, reaching out to hold your hand. Eight letters, so simple, yet it was everything. Your heart stopped for a second and, time again, the entire world faded. There were only you two. In all the years you’d known him, there were only ever you two. You held him back, smiling and blushing upon his gaze. 

A warm day on the Thousand Sunny, rare species of bird fly overhead the Straw Hat crew. The blistering heat had the whole group sprawling on the deck.

Sanji’s cold beverages long since depleted with ice melting and the refreshing fruit had been stolen by the captain’s greedy stomach.

The hot sun combined with the little to no wind called for a new pair of shorts to go with your pink tank top. The black short shorts that fit from below your navel to an inch below your hip bone left little to none to the imagination.

But who cares you thought? It was sweltering outside and the crew was family. And the best part? Each cheek was adorned with a pair of rhinestone skull and crossbones.

Sliming the fabric down with your hands as you walk across deck to Nami and Robin, who’re both fanning themselves with some ornate pairs from a recent island you came across.

Zoro was lifting some weights near them as Chopper, Usopp and Franky sat on the railing with fishing poles. Sanji and Brook were somewhere on board.

“Ooh, meow girlfriend” Nami purrs at you. Robin simply observes your outfit and raises a brow with a small smile.

“Oh stop Nami I’m melting out here, no better than Sanji’s refreshments” you laugh deciding to stand beside them as they sit on stools.

“Very nice my dear friend but don’t let our dear cook see you like that I’m afraid we may run out of gauze before Chopper can stop the bleeding” Robin coyly adds in. We all giggle at that with suddenly the air shifted, so slight most wouldn’t have noticed it.

“Y/NNNN! I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU EVERYWHERE!!” A voice calls from above, the three ladies below look up just in time to see their captains extended arm swinging his body down the mast.

Suddenly you were crashed into, Luffy’s arms wrapped tightly around your midsection.

“Hi honey,” you say softly as you pet his head in appreciation. Your captain and lover helps you up off the floor, never once his focus leaving your eyes and he begins to ramble.

“Can you believe this heat? It’s soo hot I feel trapped in 2nd gear. I wish I could go swimming that would cool me down, oh wait there’s the ocean one sec.” And suddenly he’s overboard.

“OMG LUFFY WHAT” you say grabbing his foot just in time, his body bouncing up and down like a yo-yo. “YOU CANT SWIM”

Helping him up you notice his head got dipped, oh well at least he’s cooled down a little. “Oh yeah I forgot, at least I have you!” He smiles that giant smile, the one where his lips reach his ears, so boyish but sure of himself at the same time.

“At least you have me” you repeat looking down at your shorts to assure they didn’t get ruined in your noble save.

“Ooh nice shorts y/n” Luffy says grabbing your hips, “soft” he murmurs lightly.

“Thanks babe they’re new!” You say sweetly turning back to Robin and Nami who’ve been watching the exchange between you and the beloved captain.

Both girls have small smiles looking at you, when out of no where you hear another yell.

“WHOA Y/N” your captain says when his hands suddenly are back on your hips. “What? Baby? Bend over you got something on your butt!” His arm is suddenly pushing you down over the table Robin and Nami are sitting at. “LUFFY!” you scream red in the face but your captain is none the wiser to the kind of position he forced you in. “They’re my shorts! You gum-gum head!”

Your protests do nothing to stop him manipulating your body into a familiar pose.

Luffy’s hand are clasped tightly over your hips, your torso is arched, chest pressed against the table.“Ohhh, oh, ooh baby you have little jolly roger’s on your butt! That’s cute!” Still none the wiser to the kind of situation you both are in, he leaned his face lower and closer to your cheeks. He was now eye level with your junk, you knew you should have put a pair of underwear on but were worried about the lines. Hands still tightly holding onto you and the worst part? Almost the entire crew was watching you.

Nami and Robin being the closest witnesses sit quietly stunned, Robin had her hand over her mouth attempting to not laugh at your and your boyfriend obliviousness to PDA and acceptable behavior. Nami’s eyebrows are still raised and her eyes show amusement at your humiliation.

Zoro paused his set, eyes wide looking at the compromising position Luffy had you in. Your tank top rising, the bend of your torso and both sides of your ass in the captains large hands.

Usopps face was bright red and not because of the heat. Franky pulled his sunglasses lower to get a better look at what was going on while Chopper just looked confused at what everyone was bothered by.

Luffy still mesmerized by the sparkles on your own ‘jolly roger’ hasnt noticed the audience while you attempted to pull away from his steel grip. “Um Lu?”

“Huh” he replied eyes locked on your backside still.

“Everyone’s looking at us” you told him trying to peel his fingers off of you.

“So what? Your shorts are cute, I like them, a lot. Bend over a little more, arch your back,” using one hand to move you how he pleases, “just like that. Yeah that’s my girl, I like the way you sparkle in the sun”. Okay now he’s trying to spread your legs, this is too much.

“LUFFY” you screamed finally getting his paws off of you as he attempting to continue to maneuver you.

“What? What’d I do?” He asks confused, he liked your shorts, liked the way you looked so he wanted to look at you. What was the issue?

His big brown eyes looked at you curiously while you shyly looked around you. “ You cannot touch me like that baby, not around the crew.” You whisper, mortified,

“Ughhhh but why, I like touching you.” He says casually with a pout, not helping your situation at all.

You might faint with the combination of the heat and Luffy’s unabashfulness.

A loud clang hits the deck.

Zoro dropped his weight still staring. “Captain.”

Usopp nearly falls over the railing into the sea below, “LUFFY NOT AGAIN?!” He wails dramatically like he’s been the one assaulted by the straw hat’s clueless leader.

Chopper is still innocently sitting, confused by everyone’s reactions. “Is this normal?”

“Nah this is SUPER weird bruh..” Franky responds, glasses still lowered to get a better look.

Below deck a sudden heartbroken scream erupted, Sanji’s ladies senses had apparently gone off. His echoes come through the hatch.

Nami’s faced twists into annoyance as she pinches her brow, “Luffy, I swear to-”

Robin’s hand still covers her face, “Ah young love.. so.. enthusiastic.” She smiles behind her hand.

Luffy’s still confused looking down at you, hands by his sides. “You’re my girlfriend?” like that explains everything. “I get to touch you all the time? When we sleep I wrap my arms around you, at dinner you feed me and at night you touch me when you-” He’s immediately cut off.

You slap your hands over his mouth, face even redder than before. “Yes, yes but there’s a time and place for everything!” You’re fuming, at this point you’re going to throw the shorts away the next time you can.

Luffy pauses. Actually pauses and stops for a minute.

Gears are turning.. Click!

“Oh.”

“Okay!”

His grin spreads across his face again, bright, with a hint of? Is that pride?

He stretches his arms behind his head like he didn’t just cause a full-deck crisis and starts walking away toward the other side of the ship.

You exhale shakily.

Crisis averted.

Probably.

Then-

His voice carries back over his shoulder, light and teasing.

“Come find me later.”

The words are innocent. The glance he throws you is not. Your stomach flips.

Zoro snorts, picking his weights back up. “Tch. You’re trouble.”

Nami fans herself dramatically. “I’m adding to your debt! You sickos!”

Robin’s smile deepens. “How exciting.”

You glare at all of them, but your pulse is racing, heat pooling low in your stomach despite yourself. Because Luffy might be loud, impulsive, and completely shameless…

But when he wants you?

He doesn’t forget.

And neither do you.

end.

Luffy likes to think he’s pretty in tune with the emotions of his crew, they’re his friends, his brothers and sisters-in-arms, his treasure hunting companions, and he knows them pretty well. But what he can’t figure out is why you and Sanji are being so incredibly weird.

One: It’s the pet names, the terms of endearment, as Sanji calls them. He has a million, from Mosshead for Zoro to madam for Nami though he only did that once and she hated it, but for you it’s never ending. Sweetheart, Princess, Love, Gorgeous, Darling, Goddess, and Dearest but that one only really comes out when he’s messing with you. And he flirts, nonstop, which seems to annoy other girls, but you don’t seem to mind it? In fact, you encourage it!

“Well, hello there, gorgeous, feel like walking my way?” Sanji smiles, putting out his cigarette as you enter the kitchen.

“Hm, try a better pick-up line and I might.” You say, tossing a smile Sanji’s way as you lean against the doorframe, arms crossed over your chest.

“Of course, love, allow me to try again.”

You raise a brow in anticipation.

“Y/N, sweetheart, grace this poor overworked cook with your healing presence, won’t you? Take pity on me oh merciful goddess.”

You roll your eyes but walk over to the kitchen island leaning on it, putting you parallel to Sanji, and tap your nails against the countertop with faux impatience. “You’re gonna have to do better than that to get me all the way over there.”

Sanji smiles and leans on the island as well. “How about this, princess? I make your favorites for lunch, and you sit pretty on the counter, keeping me company?”

You’re flustered, Luffy never sees you flustered! And it’s like you two have forgotten he’s even there as you round then hop up on the island, Sanji coming to stand at your knees, his hands planted on either side of you, caging you in, asking you a million questions about your favorite foods he knows Sanji already knows the answers to.

“What about lemon? A little zest to brighten your day?”

You smile, resting your head on your shoulder. “I do like citrus.”

“That is because you have excellent taste.”

“You flatter me. I’m sure I’ll like anything you make.” You tell him, playing with his tie, twirling it around your finger. “You’re an amazing chef.”

“Now who’s flattering who?” Sanji smiles, a slight pink tint crawling up his pale throat.

“I only speak the truth.” You shrug.

“Like the benevolent goddess you are.”

You release his tie, and lean back on your hands. “It’s a good thing you cook as well as you speak.”

“I do a lot things well, if you’re interested.”

You bite your lip. “Oh yeah?”

Sanji smirks, rolling up his sleeves as he starts pulling out bowls and various cooking utensils. “All you gotta do is ask darling.”

“When is lunch going to be ready?” Luffy asks, making his presence known once more.

“Be patient Luffy, good food takes time.” Sanji says, giving you and him a wink.

Two: You’re a star shooter, the fastest draw in the East Blue, and you dodge quick too, but Sanji always acts like the most minor scrapes and bruises are life threatening wounds. Even when you try to brush him off, like you’re doing now, rolling your eyes affectionately at Sanji as he fusses over you.

“Sanji, seriously I’m fine, it barely grazed me.” You tell him, lifting the gaze to see if your arm was still bleeding. You’re standing in the kitchen by the sink, Luffy leaning against the island, the rest of the crew scattered about, Nami and Ussop counting out the treasure you guy got on the table, Zoro cleaning the blood from his swords in the corner.

“You got shot y/n, you have to treat all bullet wounds seriously, they could get infected.” He says, grabbing a bottle from one of the cabinets and a clean rag.

You laugh softly, letting your head fall to the side and flashing Luffy a smile. “I’ve been shot like eleven times and never gotten an infection.”

Luffy laughs too, he never would’ve imagined you’d been shot at so many times, you always try to avoid trouble sticking to the back to get a clear line of sight. “Eleven times?”

You use your uninjured arm to make a so-so gesture with your hand. “Give or take. You don’t gain ownership of the golden guns without making a few people jealous enough to take a shot at you.”

“Just because you’ve never gotten an infection before doesn’t mean you won’t get one now.” Sanji chides, already pouring alcohol onto a clean rag preparing to disinfect the minor scrape on your bicep.

You hiss when he presses the rag to your arm and Sanji mutters soft apologies as he bandages you up, not even noticing the way you look at him, but Luffy does. You look at Sanji the way some sailors look at the ocean, like you can never quite pin it down, inexplicably drawn deeper, entranced and in awe of the sight before you, a smile playing on your lips.

“There we go gorgeous, all fixed up.” Sanji says, finishing tying the new gaze around your arm, his touch lingering, his lips pressing tightly together before they stretch out into a charming smile. “Next time let me get shot. I can still fight with an injured arm, you oh Lady of the Golden Guns, can’t.”

You crinkle your nose in response, the handles of said golden guns gleaming from within the holsters at your hips. “I shoot with both hands, what are you talking about? I can definitely still fight with one good arm.”

“That’s not the point sweet girl.” Sanji sighs, booping your nose with his index finger.

You rear back as if he’s offended you, but you’re still smiling. “What if you slip doing all that fancy footwork? You’ll need your arms to catch yourself.”

He shrugs. “I’ll just try to aim my fall so Zoro can catch me.”

“I’m not catching you.” Zoro says, not even glancing up from his swords.

You try to bite back a laugh, but Sanji catches you. “I’m hurt y/n, truly, you’re really betraying me like this? Such untold cruelty you put me through.”

You take a step forward and straighten the collar of Sanji’s striped button up. “No betrayal here, handsome, no cruelty either.” You let your hands linger and Luffy wonders if there’s something more to the action or if you just like how Sanji’s shirt feels.

Sanji’s face tints red, and your hands are flat on his chest now, sliding up towards his shoulders. Okay he’s gotta feel Sanji’s shirt, it can't be that soft. Luffy reaches out and feels the sleeve of Sanji’s shirt making you both turn to look at him. It feels like a normal shirt? Is he missing something?

“Y/N, why are you touching Sanji’s shirt so much? It just feels like a normal shirt.”

Zoro snorts, and you swiftly kick him, aiming for his ankle, ignoring him when he swears under his breath. “I’m just helping him straighten it out, it got wrinkled in the fight.”

Three: Sanji hates seeing you sad, maybe even more than Luffy does, and he hates to see any of his friends cry, and would do anything to cheer them up.

He’s watching the two of you, he knows you’re upset, it’s late, he’s up at the wheel and you’re sitting beneath one of Nami’s tangerine trees, your knees pulled up to your chest, your chin resting atop them, your shoulders shaking with subdued jerky motions like you’re trying really hard not to cry but can’t keep everything inside. He was going to go over and sit with you, make sure you weren’t alone but then he saw Sanji approaching from below deck.

He places a hand on your shoulder, and you look up at him, wiping at your eyes, clearly embarrassed. Sanji shakes his head and sits next to you, his hand still on your shoulder now moving to wipe away any stray tears.

You say something, but he can’t hear, and he sees Sanji’s face fall before he pulls you into his embrace, your face buried in the crook of his neck, your body wracked with sobs as he holds you tightly, his chin resting on the crown of your head.

You two sit like that for a while, until finally you pull back and wipe your face again. Sanji cups your cheeks looking at you in that weird gooey way he often does, saying something that again he annoyingly can’t hear. He should’ve tried to get closer, but he doesn’t want to make you feel more embarrassed than you already are.

Finally, once your tears have subsided, Sanji pulls you to your feet, and it looks like you’re thanking him. He presses a kiss to your hand with a flourish and you smile, it was a small watery smile but still a smile which Luffy is happy to see. You part ways with Sanji, leaving him beneath the trees, arms still wrapped around yourself but looser, eyes on the sunset.

Sanji watches you go, taking out a cigarette and waiting until you’re below deck to light it, taking a long slow drag before running a hand through his hair and leaning against one of the trees, still staring at the door you disappeared through.

He watches Sanji smoke for a while, the orange glow of his cigarette a single point of light, until the door to the lower decks opens back up, casting a sliver of light across the deck. It’s you, dressed for bed, your hair loose and face scrubbed clean.

Sanji snuffs out his cigarette meeting you halfway, bringing you both close enough for Luffy to catch a few words. “Y/N? I thought you were going to bed?”

“I tried but I just couldn’t fall asleep.” You say, stopping a hairsbreadth away from Sanji.

“Doesn’t seem like you gave it much of a try, love. You only went below deck ten minutes ago.” He chuckles softly, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear, fingertips lingering for a moment.

“It felt like longer.” You say almost breathlessly, looking up at Sanji with stars in your eyes.

“Yeah, it did.” Sanji hums in response, lifting a hand to caress the curve of your cheek.

You throw your arms around his neck, and Sanji’s hands settle on your waist and lower back, his head dipping down to meet yours and oh, oh, you’re…kissing Sanji? Sanji’s kissing you? He can’t really tell, you both moved so fast.

It’s intense, he watches through his fingers, trying to decide if he should let you both know he’s there or just close his eyes and ears. There’s a lot of wandering hands and noises, Sanji pushes you against the bulwark, you grab at his shirt, and yeah okay he’s going to say something.

Luffy coughs loudly, waving his arms. “Um guys I’m up here.”

You and Sanji jerk apart, Sanji’s face burning red while you bury yours in your hands. “Luffy! Why didn’t you say something sooner?” Your voice three octaves too high to be normal.

“Well, I didn’t know you guys were going to start kissing!”

Sanji clears his throat and straightens his clothing. “Why don’t we all calm down and I’ll take y/n to bed, Luffy you just keep your watch, I’ll go get—”

“I don’t want to know about you two having sex!” Luffy says, slapping his hands over his ears.

“That’s not what I meant, I’ll just escort her back to her room.” Sanji says, waving his hands frantically as if that would make everything go away.

You’re dying laughing nearly bent in half, leaning on the bulwark for support. “Sanji, Sanji it’s okay. Luffy nothing is going to happen between us tonight, I promise you, so you can uncover your ears.”

Luffy removes his hands and looks at you both warily. “Okay but I want extra bacon at breakfast tomorrow.”

“Deal.” Sanji says, offering his arm to you. “Shall we go then sweetheart?”

Luffy 

You broke up with him, and it killed you, but you must face the truth: He's still too immature for a serious relationship. He isn’t what you need right now. 

The idea of you not being in his life doesn’t make sense to him. 

“Can we, at least, be friends?” “Maybe in the future, Luffy.” “Like, in a week?” 

Pushing you out of his routine is something he can’t seem to do. 

“Hey! Are we still on for dinner on Friday?” “Luff, we are broken up.” “Is that a no?” 

Sends you constant TikTok videos and memes that remind him of you. You try not to answer but can’t help but see them. 

Moving on from him is a nightmare cause he’s always there. 

It takes something to have reality hit him. 

“Oh, look at this photo Y/n posted!” He showed Usopp your profile. A thread of photos you had posted last night. The first one of you with chopsticks on your nose. The next one mid mid-bite. The third one of you smiling and looking at the camera. 

"I thought you guys broke up?" He side-eyed his friend. 

"Yeah, so?" He was too focused on flipping through your pictures until he came across the last one. You were posing with a guy, his arm around you while kissing your cheek. You were laughing. “Who the fuck is that?!” 

“Um...” 

He won't hesitate. He corners you to ask who the guy in your photo is. And when you answer honestly, it feels like a punch to the gut. 

“It’s a guy I’ve been seeing.” “What? I thought you just needed a break or something. Not an actual break-break.” “Lu, we broke up four months ago...” 

Be sure he’ll drive away anyone who dares to approach you. He wants you and won’t let you go. Not that easy. 

It's no surprise you end up back on his bed. You love this man, your heart longs for him. 

“Luffy!” Overstimulated and cross-eyed he had you, on the old and ragged couch of his living room. His tongue lapped at your wet cunt, thrusting and sucking on everything across its path. Luffy was always a messy eater, so oral sex wasn’t the exception. 

"You always taste so good." He pulled away for a second, just to see the way your juices spilt out along with his spit. Then, he pushed two fingers inside, with no warning, but sure where to aim. He knew your body like the palm of his hand. 

“Shit!” If he hadn’t been holding you, you surely would've face-planted. Your fingers ran through his hair, shoving his face closer to your core. Getting closer and closer for the nth time, thanks to the way his fingers fuck you and his lips around your clit. 

Yeah, you fucked up. 

Your head is a mess, and this won’t help. But you are weak, dumb and in love. And, painfully, in denial. 

To him, it just doesn’t make sense. If you love him, and he loves you, why not be together? 

“Are we good?” He asks while stroking your arm, leaving kisses on your shoulder. It’s then you realise you aren’t and he’s still the same man you broke up with. 

“No, Luffy. We are not.” You get up and get dressed.  

"But I miss you, Y/n, and I know you miss me too!" He hugs you from the back, "We are meant to be." 

“Are we?” You won’t even look at him. No matter how much he tries. 

Zoro 

He doesn’t even flinch when you break up with him.  

He’s the definition of lovers to enemies. 

Being friends with the two of you is hell. 

“Why are you acting like a fucking asshole?” “Why are you being such a bitch?” 

Do not be mistaken, Zoro might act like he hates you, but he’s hurting. Having you so close but not being able to be with you is killing him. Even more, knowing it was his fault. 

He took you for granted. He was neglectful and dismissive, prioritizing every aspect of his life over you. Unaware of it until it was too late. 

It’s not that he didn’t care that you left, it's the fact that he didn’t know what to do to get you back. So, he resorted to anger. 

Rolling his eyes every time you were brought up, being in the worst mood whenever you showed up; and arguing with you at every little opportunity he got. 

Hate sex came out of nowhere, am I right? 

“Don’t stop!” Eyes at the back of your head, face shoved against his pillow. 

His hips pounded against your ass again and again. You’ve been going at it for God knows how long, but Zoro didn’t seem anywhere near done with you, "Such an obedient girl.” His thrusts slowed down while pressing his chest to your back, leaving kisses on the skin and biting your shoulder, “your pussy is more honest than you, baby.” 

Your hands gripped desperately to his sheets. You couldn’t form a single straight thought, just his name and moans escaped your mouth. “Fuck you." You felt the knot in your belly snapping, legs trembling, and juices spilling everywhere, “Zoro!” 

“You don’t have to pretend, baby. We both know how much you love this dick.” He didn’t stop, bullying your cervix with the tip of his cock, prolonging your climax, “Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby.” 

But each time, you would run away from him. Claiming it was a mistake, and that it wouldn’t happen again. (Spoiler: it did.) 

He would find any excuse to get you riled up, poking you in ways only he could. If this was the only way he got to be close to you again, he would do it, no doubt. 

“We can’t keep doing this.” You said while putting on your bra. Shame screaming in the back of your head. 

"You always say that." He lies on his arm, looking at you with a smirk. 

“I need to move on, Zoro.” A sob escapes your lips. This worries him, making him want to comfort you. “I can’t keep doing this to myself.” 

"Give me a chance to prove you I've changed." He grabs your hand and looks you in the eyes, "Let me make it up to you. I won’t repeat the same mistakes.” 

You contemplated it for a second. The man you so desperately love is right in front of you, begging for a second chance, but you can’t bring yourself to believe him, “I don’t trust you, Zo.” 

He watches you walk away from him, and once again, he doesn’t know how to stop you.  

Sanji 

He’s a whore. Plain and simple. This is not to say he cheated because he didn’t... but flirting with everything that moves is just as bad. 

He’s at a loss when you break up with him, claiming it came out of the blue. 

“I don´t understand, my love. I thought we were okay.” “You can’t flirt with my friends and expect me to be okay with it.” “I'm just complimenting them, love. Every woman deserves to feel appreciated.” 

Yeah, well, now he can appreciate them all he wants. 

Do you want him to beg? He’ll do it, every day, all day. 

Flowers and desserts are always present at your desk first thing in the morning. 

Poems attached to gift bags at your doorstep when you come back from work. 

Long texts professing his love and how much he misses you. 

You gave in after a couple of weeks. 

He seems genuinely sorry. He’s been attentive, caring, loving, and you are, mind-numbingly, in love with the chef. Why not give him another chance? 

You look into each other's eyes while his fingers trace up and down your skin. “I missed you so much, sweetheart.” His mouth presses against your neck, leaving small, red marks on it. 

 “Sanji.” You whimper, running your nails against his back. 

He’s slow to undress you but covers your body in kisses as he pulls off every piece of clothing. He whispers sweet promises against your body while his hands dance across your skin. “Don’t ever leave me, my love. I thought I’d die without you.” 

You press your hand against his clothed member, making him whimper in your mouth. Both of you are hungry for more, longing for each other’s body and love, “please, Sanji, make love to me.” 

And that’s all it takes. Sanji is inside you in a second, chasing your and his pleasure. His thrusts are desperate and uneven, but you couldn’t care less. "You feel so good, baby. Shit, so good, so good." He’s pussy drunk on you. 

In the morning, you wake up feeling good and loved. 

His scent and warmth still linger on the bed. The house smells like syrup. Your body aches in a good way. Could it get any better? 

The moment you open your phone, you see it. 

A heart-eyed emoji under Nami’s latest post. 

That mother fucker. 

You gather your clothes, shoving yourself into them, eager to get out and never see him again. Just as you are about to open the door, he does. A breakfast tray in his hand, makes your stomach grumble, but you refuse to acknowledge. 

“Good morning, my sweet.” He places the food on the bed, “Why are you up? I thought we could have breakfast in bed.” 

“I’m leaving, Sanji. Last night was a mistake.” You can’t look him in the eyes cause if you do, you know you’ll give in. 

“What? But I thought,” He stutters, “I thought everything... I... We were fine.” 

“We weren’t, Sanji.” You grabbed your bag, “Don’t call me.” 

Ace 

The absolute worst kind of ex. The perfect one you can’t seem to hate. 

You broke up because you start to notice how much he loves being free, so much more than being in a relationship. He’s the flirty type, consciously or not, it was just who he was. 

He won’t deny it, but he’ll say he likes meeting new people. 

He will respect your decision, even if it breaks his heart. Sometimes wonders if he should have fought harder for you. 

You try to stay friends. At the end of the day, Ace is loyal to those he loves and cherishes, and you aren’t willing to lose that. (And selfishly, you don’t want to give him time to be on someone else’s lips.) 

Both of you act like nothing ever happened. Pretending it wasn’t a big deal, and you are okay with going back to being friends. 

Outings with your friend group are the perfect excuse to see each other, neither of you brave enough to admit how much you miss the other. 

Robin tries to set you up with one of her coworkers. Ace prays to God he doesn’t show up, or he’s a complete pig. 

He suffers in silence every time he sees someone hitting on you at a bar. (In silence meaning that everyone in the room can tell his fuming.) 

“Why won’t you admit you miss her?” “Y/n and I are better off as friends, Marco. Don’t worry about it.” 

Then why won’t you leave his bed? 

Ignited by the feeling of missing each other (and the amount of alcohol in your systems), you are back on his bed. 

“You are such a good view.” He moans, one hand grabbing your ass while the other one rests behind his head. Enjoying the way you bounce on his dick. 

You threw your head back, legs about to give in, but desperate to feel his cum inside you, “Ace!” You whimper. 

“Already tired, princess? Oh, but you are doing such a good job.” Ace loves to tease you, but even more than that, he loves making you cum. Both his hands on your hips and feet placed on the bed, making you lean on his knees, he takes over. 

Chest to chest, your face against his neck, you cry out, begging him to make you cum, and for him to fill you up with his cum. "Please, Daddy, please, make me cum.” 

He smirked, “didn’t know how much I missed you calling me that.” He spanked you, "Don't worry, baby, Daddy'll give you what you want.” 

You love your bed, but it loves him too. It'll happen at the same time every weekend. 

But you know it must stop. You love him and you can’t keep hoping that someday he’ll change. 

So, you’ll make the most mature choice you can think of. You ghost him. 

You won’t answer the phone when he calls, messages, emails, or anyway he can contact you goes unanswered. You don't show up to events or plans when you know he will. 

And it works..., for like two weeks. 

It’s seven a.m., and some maniac is banging on your door. With dry spit on your cheeks and puffy eyes, you answer the door, wondering who the fuck dares disturb you on your day off.  

“Ace.” Shit. 

“Yeah, may I know why you are ghosting me?” 

“I, I am not.” You stutter. 

“Don’t lie to me.” He shoves his way into your apartment. “What’s going on, Y/n? Why are you avoiding me?” 

“Because we can’t keep doing this, Ace. I can’t keep allowing myself to fall for you when you don’t want me like that.” 

“You were the one who wanted to break up, not me.” 

“That’s beside the point, Ace. Please, don’t make this any harder.” 

“Can we at least talk about it?” 

“Leave, Ace.” 

Law 

Sometimes, you don’t know if he’s dating you because he loves you or just to shut you up. 

He cares, and you know that, but words without actions are just that. 

He’s a doctor, and you understand he’s busy, but the fact that you have to break up over the phone cause he’s too busy to talk in person makes you feel better about your decision. 

It’s not until he finishes his shift that reality hits. Twelve hours later. 

Drowns himself in work to try and forget you. Sometimes he forgets he’s human and still can hurt. 

He won't call, text or contact you to talk things over. At least not in the beginning. Do you want to break up? Fine. He’s got too much going on to deal with you. (That’s what he says to convince himself.) 

Starts noticing how much you loved him, and how much he took for granted. 

Homemade lunches and snacks that no longer sit on the counter when he’s leaving for work. No random texts throughout the day that pull him out of the rut. No one waited for him at home, and no one filled his days off. 

Law spends hours looking at his phone, contemplating whether he should call or not. What would he even say? Sorry? I miss you? I’m a fucking mess without you? 

He cringes at the idea of acting that vulnerable. 

“Didn’t know you and that girl had broken up.” Law barely heard the other doctor, too busy disassociating himself in a cup of cold, bitter coffee. 

“Huh?” He’s too drowsy for this. 

“Yeah, I saw her last night at that new club. She looks great, no wonder she had all those dudes trying to take her home." He laughed mockingly. "If I didn't respect you enough, I would have given it a try, oh well.” 

The comment makes his blood boil, but he doesn’t say anything. 

After that, it doesn’t take much for him to contact you. Men and their fragile egos. 

“Hello?” ... “It’s me.” 

You no longer have his contact saved on your phone. It’s been months. 

“Okay? What do you need, Law?” “Can we talk?” 

Oh, now he wants to talk. 

You go to his place, as per his request. Talking turns into crying, then into yelling and onto you being pounded on his bed. The flesh is weak, and you are even weaker for this man. 

Your knees are next to your ears, tears dripping down your cheeks and his dick shoving his way in and out of your cunt. You can barely breathe, and your head feels like it's stuffed with cotton. "God, Law." 

“Miss me, babygirl?” His thumb pushes on your overstimulated clit, making you clench even harder around him, “do you miss my cock, love?” His thrusts won’t let up even if you cum he won’t stop, not until you are dripping out with his cum. 

You are shaking, your lungs feel like they are on fire, and your core is so sensitive everything he does throws you over the edge. But you want more. You need more. 

"No one can make you feel the way I do. Don't ever forget that." He says right after he spills his seed inside you. His fingers push it right back inside once it threatens to come out. 

But when morning comes, everything goes back to the way it was.  

You can’t go through it again. The lonely nights, the missed anniversary dinner, the unanswered texts. You won’t go back to feeling unloved. 

“You don’t have to go.” He whispers while watching you put back your clothes. 

You shake your head, "This was a mistake, Law." You grabbed your phone and looked for your purse. 

“I know I fucked up, but...” You cut him, done. 

It was one of those nights on the Moby Dick where the entire crew would drink their body weight in sake and eat till their hearts’ content. The fourth division had managed to intercept and steal an entire shipload of liquor from the marines and Thatch, and the other kitchen staff had prepared a feast to celebrate. 

Some men were dancing and singing, others shoved as much food as they could into their mouths, others could barely stand up from the amount of alcohol in their veins, and another bunch, like your boyfriend, were daring each other to the dumbest and riskiest challenges just to show off, truly an eye sore of a dick measuring contest. But hey, they were having fun. 

You could see Ace’s flames dance around, changing their intensity, dying and going back to life, small fireballs flying up, and then entire blazes and bonfires appearing. You have no clue what’s going on, but you're sure that if you were to find out, it would only make you roll your eyes. 

You sip your cup, listening to the gossip some of the nurses were sharing. Men can be such pigs. Their stories made you feel so glad you have found Ace. 

“My kind can be such beasts.” A new voice appeared next to you. Izou. 

You smiled at him, “Can you tell me you haven’t acted accordingly?” You teased him while hiding a smile behind your cup. 

“I’m certain when I was a young boy, I may have slipped once or twice, but now as a man, I try to behave as such.” 

“Mm, Izou the ladies’ man, a Casanova. I can picture you breaking a few hearts here and there.” 

“I never said I was a heartbreaker, little miss.” He leaned back, swirling the drink in his hand. 

“Even then, I can assure you there were women who were more than happy to be defiled by you.” 

He shook his head and laughed, “Defiled, really? And how would you even know that? Not that I did anyone wrong.” 

“Cause look at you, Izou.” 

“Care to elaborate?” 

You looked him in the eyes. It might be the liquid courage in your system or the teeny tiny crush you had always harboured on the man from the land of Wa, but you felt in a particularly flirty mood. 

Izou had been the object of your fantasies when you had first joined Whitebeard’s crew. Strong, intelligent, well-mannered, and level-headed. Not to omit, how drop-dead handsome, gorgeous he is. A treat to the eyes.  

That was, until you met Ace, who captured you with his fierceness, the fire in his heart and eyes had conquered your entire being. Since then, you had never dared look in any other direction. 

But a girl can wonder, sometimes. 

Izou met your stare. Unwavering, an eyebrow arching, daring you to say more. 

Tension began filling the environment. Electricity could be felt in the air. For once, you didn’t feel like a young girl having a one-sided crush on an older man, but it was mutual, a desire that was reciprocated and even welcomed by the man in front of you. 

Lost in your own little world, you missed the burning presence next to you. You both did. 

“There you are, baby!” Your boyfriend said, pressing a loud and wet kiss on your cheek. 

“Ace! H-hey!” You stuttered. Startled, your heart raced. Shit. 

“Whatchu doing?” He appeared calm, his usual merry self, but you knew better. His eyes continued scanning you. He turned to the older man, giving him the same treatment. 

Izou is not an easy-to-fluster man. He just looked at your boyfriend, unbothered. “Nothing. We were just talking.” 

“Mm.” He wasn’t buying it, but if he was planning on doing something, he didn’t act on it immediately. He placed a small kiss on your naked shoulder, “wanna dance?” 

You simply nodded, not trusting yourself with words. 

You were in the middle of the crew-appointed dance floor. Ace was behind you, his chest pressed against your back, slowly moving you two to the song’s tempo. His hands pet the skin of your waist, going under the fabric of your top. 

You are nervous. Your breathing is uneven, sweat slowly forming on the back of your neck, and your hands are slightly shaking. 

“What’s got you so tense?” He whispered in your ear, making you flinch. Oh gods, he’s onto you. 

“Nothing, nothing. I’m just a bit tired.” 

“Mm.” His fingers traced small circles on your belly, and ghost bumps covered the area. He pressed himself closer to you, “or could it be the fact that you were whoring yourself out to Izou?” 

“Ace!” You gasped. 

“What? You're gonna act like you weren’t? I saw you. You were giving him eyes and not even being shy about it.” He gripped your waist, hard, digging his nails into it, marking you. You would complain if it didn’t send shivers down your spine. 

“It was harmless flirting; we were just joking around.” You try to deflect. 

“Yeah? It looked like an invitation to me. Don’t think I have forgotten about the thing you had for him when I met you.” 

“It was a harmless crush; it was ages ago.” You defended yourself. 

“Was it? Cause your body says something else.” His hand began trailing down. His fingers slither down your skirt, going past your core and touching your legs before making their way up into your panties, “so, if I were to touch here, you won’t be wet.” 

“Ace!” You tried pushing his hand away, looking around to make sure no one was looking at you two. 

His fingers pushed aside your underwear before diving into your folds. You were soaked. “Would you look at that; your body is more honest than you.” He tsk. “You are wet.” 

Your nails bit his wrist; you closed your eyes, trying to mentally escape the situation. 

“Who made you this wet? Was it me, your boyfriend, or was it Izou?” 

You whimpered, unable to do anything else. 

He grabbed your core with his entire hand, pushing you against his angry bulge, “Answer me.” 

“Ace...” You mumbled, flustered. 

He pulled his hand from your cunt and grabbed you by the arm. Dragging you across the ship, down the stairs, and into the commanders’ quarters. First, second, third... 

“Ace, your room is back...” 

“Shut up.” He continued his journey down the hall.  

The number sixteen showed up on the door in front of you. Your eyes opened loud and wide, you looked at him and shook your head, “No, Ace, this is too much, he’s got no...” 

“Oh, so you aren’t shy enough to throw yourself at him, but too much of a prude to fuck on his bed?” He pushed you against the door, trapping you. 

He took you by the neck, turning your head away. His lips were on you in a second, sucking and biting on the skin, and small, angry marks began forming under his attack. His hands went to your ass, squeezing it harshly, alternating between it and your thighs.  

Continuing his journey, he pushed your top down, your tits now spilling out, presented on a silver platter. His lips closed around the erect buds, teeth pulling on them, ripping moans out of your mouth. 

Ace is a passionate lover. He’s teasing, impulsive, and kinky, yet he’s sure to be careful with you, making sure you are always comfortable. But right now, that Ace has abandoned you. This one is hungry, eager to prove to you, the crew, and Izou who you belong to. 

He drops to his knees and is quick to get rid of your skirt and panties, disregarding them somewhere in the hall. Your legs are trembling, and while you are hyperaware of anyone coming and catching you, there’s excitement hiding behind your concern. His hands open your legs, and his mouth doesn't hesitate the second he gets access to your cunt, licking and sucking on every single part of your skin. Your lover knows your body better than you and is sure to use that against you. Lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on it mercilessly, making you throw your head back and dig your hands in his hair, pushing his head even closer to you. Saliva and arousal make their way down your thighs, his neck, and the floor. His fingers join, torturing your sensitive walls, pushing and looking for that spot that makes your knees falter. 

He took himself away from your core, “Do you think Izou can make you feel like I do?”, he ran his tongue across your slit, making you whimper and thrash your legs. 

“Ace...” You whined. 

“Tell me. Can Izou fuck you like I can?” The thrusting of his fingers gets rougher, and his thumb pushes on your clit. 

Nonsense escapes your mouth, your mouth too far gone to form any coherent phrases. 

You are sure that if anyone were to come even close to the stairs, they could hear you and how wet you are. Begging him to go to his room is useless; he’s too stubborn to do this, right here, right now, right in Izou’s quarters. 

His mouth attaches to your clitoris, and his fingers are determined to make you cum. One of your hands pulls him by his hair, the other desperately grounds your body to the door; you don’t trust your legs for support. 

Ace fulfils his purpose and makes you cum on his mouth. His fingers leave your insides and rub themselves against your vulva, prolonging your orgasm. Your nerves are on fire, begging for mercy, but he’s got no plans of relenting.  

He opens the door, shoving you inside and making you land on the foot of the bed. He gets rid of your top and pushes his trousers down. His cock is angry. Rock hard, long, thick, slightly curved, a tone darker than the rest of his body, and some small freckles cover it. 

You act on autopilot and lean in to take him into your mouth, but he pushes your head away. 

“Nah. You don’t deserve to suck my cock. Only good girls get to do that, and tonight you decided to act like a whore for Izou.” He puts his hat on top of your head, “Get up.” 

And you do as he says. 

He sits down on the bed, manspreading, “sit on me.” Just as you are getting on top of him, facing him, he stops you, “the other way.” 

“Oh.” 

Your back meets his chest, his hands go down to grab your knees, and spread your legs wide open. This position makes you feel quite dirty, so exposed, so naked. Flush travels to your cheeks and chest, and you can’t help but close your eyes. Ace grabs his cock and slaps it against your pussy, smacking your clit and making you flinch. 

“I’m going to remind you who you belong to.” 

With no warning, he thrusts inside you. He gives you no time to adjust, plunging in and out of your soaked pussy, with no regard. Mewls and cries come out of you with no care. Your head feels like it’s filled with cotton, and the only thing you can feel is every vein and the velvet texture of his skin. 

His mouth is close to your neck, he bites and assaults it with his teeth, causing big, red patches to appear quickly along with the earlier ones. You know what his goal is and know that you’ll probably regret it in the morning, but right now, it only makes you clench harder around him. 

“Ace! Fuck, your cock feels so fucking good!” Your wails make him feel weirdly proud, the satisfaction that only he can see you like this, touch like this. 

“Yeah, baby? You like it?” His next thrust hit harder. 

“Yes!” Tears now come down from your eyes. You toss your head back, and his canines dig into your shoulders, making you arch your back even further. 

“Who’s making you feel this good, huh? Who’s fucking you this good?” 

You continue moaning, but that isn’t enough for him. 

“Answer me.” He adjusts his pacing, slowing down. You thrash in his arms, desperate for more stimulation, “Say it!” 

You whine. 

“Isn’t this a bit excessive, Ace?” 

Your head snaps back up in a second. Your eyes open wide as your mouth gasps, your legs trying to close and cover yourself, “shit, Izou!” 

He’s leaning on the door, arms crossed. Even if the look on his face is calm, collected, the flush on his cheeks gives away his true feelings. His pink kimono falls from one of his shoulders, giving you a brief look of his chest; his usual lipstick is smudged, and his updo looks a tad dishevelled. There’s no doubt, he’s drunk.  

Ace doesn’t say anything, just glares at the Commander. 

“Fucking a lady on another man’s bed is not very gentlemanly, Ace.” His words may be serious, but his eyes can’t help but explore your body, landing on your breasts. 

You are trembling, and your body can’t lie; having Izou look at you this way does things to you. Your core throbs. And Ace can feel it. 

The grip on your thighs tightens, he opens your legs and exposes you to the older man’s lustful stare, “just making sure you know your place, Izou.” 

Ace fucks you harder, proving a point. His name leaves your lips again and again; you cry every time his head bumps on your cervix; he hits every spot that makes you drool and squirm; one of his hands goes to your clit and flicks it. 

In between tears, you look at Izou, who can’t seem to look away, but doesn’t dare come closer, admiring you from afar. If you were to look closer, you could see the bulge forming under his clothes. 

“You look divine, honey.” 

Oh, gods. You don’t know what to do. Everything’s becoming too much. Ace’s touch. Izou’s eyes and words. You feel the knot in your stomach forming, rapidly, but along it is a weird sensation that’s got you squealing. You’ve never felt this hot, this full. What’s happening? 

Ace won’t stop; his thrusts are unstoppable, and his hands grip you everywhere. You can hear his own moans and breaths, “Fuck, baby! Cum for me, come on, show him who you belong to.” 

And you are there; you are right there. 

When Izou looks you in the eyes and mouths, “cum.” 

Squirt goes everywhere. Soaking deeply the sheets underneath you, your body, and Ace’s, the floor. For a second, you black out. Everything’s blurred and mumbled, your body aches, and your core beats painfully. You are overstimulated. And what brings you back is the feeling of your boyfriend’s seed filling you up. 

Ace whines and moans your name as he comes down his high. Sweat covers his eyebrows, his eyes close, and his entire face is flushed. He’s tired but feels quite proud of his actions, “shit, I came a lot.” 

You groan in response. 

Izou shakes his head, amused, “You are a brat, Ace. Take care of her, listen to her needs. She seems to be into a... more experienced hand.” And with that, he left to attend... urging matters.