#he loved it

it's unusual, unnatural. you feel flickers of it at first, and with half the mind you have left, you think it's maybe the first sparks of your orgasm. but then, it washes over you.

not your orgasm—no, not at all.

it's the feeling of your will being overpowered by luffy's. his will to fuck you stupid. his will to make you scream his name and cream all over his stretching cock.

it's too much, way too much—you try to breath, to ground yourself, but every movement feels like a chore and every breath you take is simply laborious. you want to succumb—and you do—but you don't have to want it, you need to. because if you don't, you think your mind would actually break with the way luffy was intensifying the pressure with each passing second.

when it's over, you don't even realize you're cumming because every other sensation is mushed together into one, big puddle of pleasure that you happily bask into.

on the other hand, you have shanks, the asshole who'd do anything to fuck the brat out of you.

they were simple jokes, nothing to be taken seriously. but when you started making explicit jokes with his crew members, he knew he had to knock some sense into you one way or another.

so naturally, you ended up riding his dick while tears of pleasure glossed your eyes, but you still refused to give in to his punishment. you did not want to say sorry, you did not want to admit that it was a shitty thing to do in front of him.

"you really wanna be a brat, right now?" "w-when am I not, shanks?- shit..."

yeah, bad idea.

because it's without any warning that he forces you into submission with his will, his haki almost twisting you physically the way it's twisting your mind, wringing out every single ounce of rational thought from your brain. he used just enough to make sure all that was left of you was a cute little mush of obedience that would be good for him.

your senses twisted, eyes rolling back, ears ringing and nose filling with the scent of his sweat. "you wanna be good for me, now?" you hadn't even heard what he said but you instinctively screamed "y-yes! yes! yesyesyes- fuck, yes!". your train of thought had derailed from focusing on making things hard for him and being a good fucking girl for shanks.

your orgasm washed over you as soon as the pressure of the haki lifted, your mind finally getting a vision of clarity as it executed the first thing that came to it—to cum.

so you gushed down on him, collapsing on his chest while riding (barely) out your high. you were boneless and brainless... but hey, atleast you got a good fuck out of this mess, right?