#wheeeeewwww

He’s sitting crosslegged, swaying slightly as he thinks. Seagulls call over head, the shadows of clouds passing by. The waves are a deep blue and gentle.

You come up behind him.

“Guess who!”

You put your hands over his eyes, as if he doesn’t have haki, as if he could ever forget the sound of your voice.

“Zoro?” He teases.

“No!” You huff, sitting down beside him. Your knee brushes his.

Luffy pretends it doesn’t send fireworks shooting down his spine.

Why is he like this?

This has never happened before.

But now you’re smiling at him, and his thoughts all melt away.

You open your mouth to say something, but at that exact moment the clouds part, shining sunlight directly into your face. It makes your eyes sparkle, your skin glow, and your hair look extra glossy.

Before he can think, his hand is already reaching out to stroke over your hair. It’s so pretty.

“…Luffy?”

You’re staring at him with those big, sparkly eyes, a question in them. He pauses, his hand on the side of your head. Your hair is so soft beneath his fingers. He plays with the strands.

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing?” You ask quietly.

Luffy shrugs. “Playing with your hair,” he says simply, stroking his fingers through it. “Is…that okay?” He always acts before he thinks, but now he’s struck by the idea that maybe you don’t want him touching your hair. That thought is enough to make his belly drop, and he’s about to remove his hand when you smile.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” you let your eyes fall shut, obviously enjoying the touch. Luffy’s heart does a flip, and he continues stroking over your head with gentle pets. He fingers the ends of your hair, marveling at the color. He wonders what it would be like if your hand was in his hair, and he’s about to place your hand on his head when Sanji calls out for dinner time.

You perk up, smiling bright. You like dinner almost as much as Luffy does. “Let’s eat!” You say excitedly, bouncing to your feet. You hold your hand down to him, and he gets to stare up at you, silhouetted by clouds and blue sky, before you’re helping lift him to his feet.

“Nyoop!” He lets out as he stands, both sandals slapping on the ship as he bounces a little.

You laugh at him, squeezing his hand. “You make funny noises,” you say, before leading him toward the galley.

***

The smell is what hits him first.

Rich and savory, the smell of pork drifts through the air. Sanji has a big pot of something on the stove, and he’s ladling it into wooden bowls. Luffy practically floats in on the scent alone.

“Sanji!! Meat!!” He calls, taking his place at the head of the table. You’re about to break away from him, his hand still in yours, but he pulls you down next to him instead. “Where do you think you’re going?” He grins.

You stare at him, wide-eyed, lips parted. He wonders what they would look like stretched around his—

He clears his throat, and lets go of your hand. Your flustered expression had gone straight to his dick. And now he’s half-hard in his shorts. He’s gotten erections before, knows what his body can do for him, but it’s never felt like this before.

“Red wine and pork stew!” Sanji announces, whisking through the air. He places two steaming bowls in front of the two of you. The smell is out of this world.

Momentarily distracted from the problem in his pants, Luffy takes up his spoon and digs in.

Mmm…

A rich, meaty broth with chunks of melt-in-your-mouth pork shoulder. There’s onions and raisins, too. He smiles, eyes closed with the spoon still in his mouth.

And then he’s wolfing down the rest of the bowl, banging on the table when he’s done to call out for more.

***

Luffy uses the lull after dinner to take some time for himself in his cabin. The rest of the crew is napping or cleaning up, so he’s pretty sure he won’t be bothered for the time being.

As soon as the door is locked behind him, he’s shoving his shorts down his legs. It’s not long before he’s rock hard, furiously working his dick in his hand. He can feel how hot he is, how hard he is, all because of you.

That smile,

those eyes,

those curves.

Luffy groans, bottom lip caught between his teeth. He imagines what it would be like to touch you, to have that softness in his arms. How he would hold you, protect you, fuck you. God, he wants to fuck you.

He’s never done it before, has never really wanted to, but now he gets it. It’s a fucking need.

He needs his cock to be pressed inside you, to feel how wet and tight you are. And he knows you’re tight. That you have the sweetest, softest pussy in the world.

He wonders how you taste.

Another groan leaves his lips, fist speeding up as he imagines burying his face between your legs. How you’d smell, how you’d taste, all tart and sweet and warm.

He wonders if he could make you come.

He hopes he can. He knows he can. He’s the captain, after all. He’s gonna be king of the pirates. He can make his girl come.

And you are his girl, aren’t you?

Luffy’s head thunks back against the door, eyes squeezed shut as he imagines how he’d get you off.

He’d suck on your clit, swirling his tongue around that pretty bud. He’d press his fingers inside you, searching for that special spot Sanji told him about. The spot that makes girls’ eyes roll back and toes curl. He’d find it.

He’d play with those pretty tits, sucking on your nipples until you’re whimpering under him, pulling on his hair. Fuck, he wants you to pull on his hair. Would you? Would you kiss his forehead and murmur his name, all raspy and broken?

He drags a hand over his own chest, imagining that it’s you. How you’d hold him, how you’d scratch up his back as you writhed beneath him.

He’d use his devil fruit on you.

He’d stretch his tongue out inside that pussy, fucking you with it. He’d stretch his fingers, his dick, whatever you wanted. He could get as big as you want. Could fill you up as much as you want.

And fuck, would he fill you.

Luffy gasps as hot cum shoots out of his cock, hitting his abs and chest. He lets out a low groan, fist a blur as he works himself through it.

“Fuck,” he gasps, slumping against the door. The tingles are already fading, the heat draining from his body. He runs a hand through his hair, all flushed and sweaty. Fuck it, Nami’s gonna say he needs a bath.

***

After stepping out of the showers, still drying his hair with a scratchy white towel, he hears you call his name.

“Hm?” He looks up, tossing the towel into the laundry basket and replacing his straw hat on his head.

You’re sitting on the railing, waving at him with one hand, a fishing rod in your other. And you’re wearing…that.

A long, white dress that hugs your curves and flows over your legs. When did you pick up that?! Must have been the last island, must have gone shopping with Nami and Robin.

Something catches on your line, but you’re not ready for it. It pulls hard, and with one hand still over your head, you’re off balance. Shock overtakes your features as you’re pulled overboard.

Shit.

Luffy doesn’t think, he acts.

He jumps overboard after you.

The first thing that hits him is the sharp sting of cold. Then, his body seizes up and everything goes dark.

***

“Luffy, you idiot!”

He’s barely coughed up the seawater in his lungs before Nami is yelling at him. Fuck…

“Y/n?”

Luffy blearily looks to his left, squinting his eyes. He can barely lift himself up, the seawater is draining him so bad.

“She’s fine,” Nami says, “Jinbe saved both your asses. Honestly, for someone without a devil fruit, she sure should learn how to swim.”

Then he sees you.

A few feet away from him on the right, absolutely soaked. Your white dress clings to you, the water making it almost transparent. He can see the outline of your breasts, your hard nipples, the dip of your waist and your soft stomach rolls, the curve of your hips…

You’re completely on display, wet and shivering.

His dick twitches.

“S-sorry, Nami,” you say, teeth chattering, “I’ll learn how to swim, promise…”

Nami rolls her eyes, “It’s fine, y/n. Go shower and get changed. You’re soaked.” She turns to him, “You too, Luffy. Go get warmed up.”

He groans, and pushes himself to sitting. He watches you stand, at the way the dress clings to your legs, and then as you walk away, how it clings to your ass.

He’s grinning before he knows it.

Nami walks away, leaving him in a puddle of seawater. He sighs, and pushes himself to his feet. His sandals squish. His nose wrinkles; he hates that feeling.

He waits for you outside the showers, out of courtesy. He’s shivering now, still all weak from the water. He really hates that feeling. Not being able to use his devil fruit is like not being able to speak.

Eventually, you emerge, in a pair of soft shorts and a worn t-shirt. Your hair is wet and you’re still toweling it off as you walk out.

His head is spinning.

You look just as good in your pajamas as you did in that white dress. Plus, you’re not wearing a bra so he can still see your nipples. Score.

You pass him and smile, lightly touching his arm. “Thank you for saving me,” you whisper, your eyes all big and sparkly again. Luffy’s breath leaves his lungs, for the second time today. But instead of it being seawater that fills them, it’s just you. You.

Fuck, he wants you.

But he doesn’t know if you want him back, and he’s too scared of being rejected, of being alone, that he hesitates. Usually, he just takes what he wants, but not with you. No, he has to make sure you want him too.

So for now, he just smiles back.

“No problem,” He scratches the back of his head.

You squeeze his arm, and walk away. “Enjoy your shower!” You call over your shoulder. And once again, he has the pleasure of seeing your ass jiggle in your shorts as you walk away. Fuck, he’s gonna need to jerk off again tonight.

***

Later, his stomach growls.

It’s past dark, when most of the crew has gone to bed. Zoro’s on first watch, the light on up in the crow’s nest.

Luffy heads to the kitchen, hoping to raid the fridge. Sanji probably locked it, but maybe Luffy can brute force his way in. He wants more of that stew from earlier.

He’s passing one of the ship’s storage closets, when he hears something. Someone. They’re making weird noises, sounding like they’re almost choking?

He presses his ear against the door, when he hears a moan.

“Mm…Luffy…”

His heart stops.

That’s your voice, saying his name. And he’s not stupid, he hears the whimpers and moans. He knows what you’re doing.

But…

You’re saying his name.

You want him, too.

Luffy opens the door.

You’re sitting on one of the wooden crates, your legs spread and your fingers working furiously on your clit. Your t-shirt is rucked up over your breasts, your shorts strewn on the floor. You see him, and freeze.

Fear.

Your eyes go wide as saucers, your breath hitched in your throat.

Luffy takes a step toward you, and you wince. He stops.

“You said my name.”

And then,

“You want my help?”

A soft gasp escapes you, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. He wants to kiss them away. He wants to kiss you.

What would it feel like, to have your soft lips pressed against his? He needs to know. Needs you now.

He surges forward.

He brings his forehead to yours, cradling your face in his hands. Emotions bubble up, and he can’t stop the words as they tumble out of his clumsy mouth.

“I love you, y/n, love you so much, I need you, please let me help you, please, I’ll make you feel so good, I swear—“

And then you’re kissing him.

Your arms wrap around his neck, bringing him in closer to you. Your lips are soft and plush, and they move against his with a sweetness he could have never imagined. Never in any of his fantasies.

Your fingers run through his hair, and he moans. Tingles rush from his scalp down his spine, and he shudders. You tug on his hair, pulling him in closer to you, shoving your tongue down his throat.

“Need you so bad,” you growl against his lips.

And he’s more than happy to comply.

He grabs your thighs, dragging you across the crate so your ass is hanging off the edge, and he kneels.

Your pussy tastes amazing.

It’s everything he’s ever dreamed of and more. Tart and just a little bit sweet. He moans as he laps at you, just savoring your taste. He shoves his tongue inside you, already stretching it to more than triple its size. He pumps it in and out of you.

“Luffy!” You gasp, “S’too much!”

He freezes, tongue still inside you. He slithers it back into his mouth, embarrassment flooding his gut.

“Sorry…,” he says, but you run your fingers through his hair. God, he’ll never get enough of this feeling.

“It’s okay, captain,” you smile, “Just go slower, okay?”

He nods, concentrating hard.

He gives an experimental lick to your clit, nice and slow. You sigh above him, and he pauses to look up at you in question. You nod, stroking his cheek. You run your thumb along his scar, and he shivers. You’ve never done that before.

“That’s good, Luffy.”

He grins, breathing a sigh of relief. He goes back in, circling your clit with his tongue tip. He laps at it, kisses it. He kisses you major lips, before swiping his tongue through your folds. His eyes cross upward at your taste.

“Fuck, Lu,” you groan above him, and the nickname sends lightning straight to his dick. He looks up to see your eyes squeezed shut. You’re fondling your own breast, so he reaches up a rubber arm to do it for you. You gasp, eyes flying open to watch his hand on your chest. He pinches your nipple, and your back arches. “Yes, Lu…,” you whimper.

He grins. He did something right.

Tentatively, he pokes his tongue inside your entrance. He keeps it its normal size, and as you sigh above him he pushes deeper. His nose hits your clit, and he could die happy right now.

Your smell.

Musky and sweet, and just uniquely you. He fucks you with his tongue, slowly at first. But then you start to whimper and moan above him, so he speeds up. He wants you to chase that high, he wants to push you to that peak.

“Y-you can make it bigger, now,” you whisper above him, and his eyes go wide. He grins, open-mouthed with his tongue still inside you.

Yes, baby.

Anything for you.

He stretches his tongue, inflating it slowly. He listens to you, to your gasps and moans, and once he sees your brows furrow he stops stretching it. Slowly, he starts pumping it in and out of you.

God, you’re beautiful.

Soft skin, watery eyes, your hair just a tad bit tousled. Your breasts splayed open across your ribcage. Your soft stomach, the rolls. The fat beneath your armpits. He wants it all.

He switches his hand to your other breast, tweaking gently at your nipple. You bite your lip, looking down at him with hooded eyes.

He hooks your thigh over his shoulder, speeding up his tongue. He wants to make you come. He needs to make you come.

He licks his tongue up against your front wall, searching for your g-spot. He hits a spongey area and you gasp.

Found it.

He abuses that spot, pressing his tongue up against it. He pulls out, panting a little. He’s got you all over his face. Lips, chin, cheeks, nose. He really dove in, huh?

“Can you take my fingers?” He gasps, and you nod. He presses two inside, swiftly finding that spongey spot again and curling his fingers up against it. He flutters them, and you begin to tremble.

“Luffy…m’close,” you whine, and he redoubles his efforts. He pistons his fingers in and out of you, and then leans forward to suck on your clit. He’s your captain, your nakama, and he’s gonna make you feel so good.

“Lu—ah!”

You shudder, letting out a wanton moan. “M’coming!” You manage out, your voice all high-pitched and whiny. You buck your hips against his face, your hands tugging at his hair, and god if his dick didn’t get even harder.

You’re breathing heavy, slumping forward over his head. You wrap your arms around him, kissing his hair.

“Lu…that was so good,” you praise him, and he beams. He did that. He made you come.

“Baby…,” he murmurs, kissing your inner thigh, “Can I fuck you?”

You shudder around him, and whisper a quiet, “Yes.”

“Cmere,” he says, gently lowering your legs and standing up. He kisses you, slowly. “You did so good for me.”

You smile against him, before biting at his bottom lip. “So did you.”

“You make funny noises.”

You gasp, and slap his arm. “I do not!”

He nuzzles his nose against yours. “Yes you do.”

“Hmph.”

He giggles, and pecks your lips. You smile despite yourself, and push his hair away from his face. You lean forward to kiss his forehead. “Love you, Lu.”

“Fuck, baby, I love you, too.” And then, “Love it when you call me that.”

You nuzzle his cheek, both hands in his hair. You whisper, “Luuuu…”

Now, his dick is aching.

He tugs on your hips, “Please, lemme fuck you? Need you, sweetheart, please,” he whines. He can’t help the pitch in his voice, that’s how far gone he is. Already pussy drunk.

You nod against him, your lips on his. He’ll never get tired of kissing you. He groans into your mouth, and he hooks both your legs around his hips.

You’re pulling on his cardigan, trying to tug it off his shoulders. He shrugs it off for you, leaving him shirtless in your arms. Your mouth falls open, a small gasp leaving your plush lips.

“God, Luffy…”

You give his bicep an appreciative smack. “You’re so fucking strong.”

He grins.

“Yeah, ya think so?” He flexes for you, loving the shock and wonder on your face. You squeeze his pecs, his biceps, his abs. You drag your hands down his chest, nails scratching at his skin. Just like he wanted.

You trace his scar.

“Love you, Luffy.”

He thunks his head onto your shoulder, breathing heavy. His cock is throbbing for you, and he’s not sure how much longer he can wait.

“Please, baby, are you ready?”

“Mhmm,” you stroke his hair, “Fuck me, Lu.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

He unties his sash, throwing it behind him without a care. He kicks his shorts off his legs, coming back to stand between your legs. He lifts your thighs in his hands, spreading you open. God, what a sight.

Your pussy, wet and glistening just for him. Your eyes, dark with want. The way your chest heaves up and down as you brace yourself for him.

“Wan’ me to make it smaller?” He whispers against your cheek.

You shake your head.

“Nuh uh.”

That’s it, then.

He presses inside.

Tight, warm.

Heaven.

He groans, head tipping back. He has to restrain himself from pushing all the way inside you, trembling a bit with the effort. You throw your arms around him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You smooch there, once.

“More, Lu.”

He pushes farther in, until half his cock is inside. “How’s that?” He asks, kissing the side of your head.

You nod, whimpering a small, “You can move, now.”

So he does.

He starts with little pulses, just testing the waters. He wants to make sure he doesn’t hurt you. Sanji had told him that sometimes it can hurt for girls, and that’s the last thing he wants. He slowly starts pressing in deeper, thrusting a little bit harder, until you’re moaning against his neck, your hands in his hair.

“Yes, yes, please, captain!”

His title.

Fuck.

“That’s it, sweets, take it for me,” he growls, speeding up. Your thighs shake where they’re hooked around his hips, and he hoists your legs higher. His hips have a mind of their own, slamming against yours at a breakneck pace. He’s chasing that high, wanting to make you come again. Needing to make you come again.

You whisper a breathless, “I’m close,” and that’s all he needs to hear. He rockets his hips into yours, shoving his cock as deep as it can go. He wants to stretch his dick out, to give you all he has and more, but he doesn’t wanna hurt you.

“Want it bigger?” He rasps against your neck. He bites you, hoping to leave a mark. He wants the world to know you’re his.

You whimper, a wanton, broken sound, and nod. “Please, captain, fuck me harder.”

Yours is the body electric.

He inflates his cock, just until he feels your nails dig into his back. “How’s that, baby girl?” He nuzzles into your hair. He smooches your cheek. You whine, pulsing your hips up and down his cock.

“So good, captain~”

His dick twitches, and you gasp. He grins, and does it again. “Now, are you gonna come for me?”

“Mhmm!”

He fucks you harder, his cock stretching you open. It feels incredible. You’re moaning on his cock, your eyes squeezed shut. You rake your nails down his back, your voice getting higher pitched. You’re close. He can tell.

The way you tighten around him, your walls fluttering, makes him dizzy. He can barely hold on himself, his peak steadily climbing. “I’m close, sweetheart, can you come for me again? Come together?”

You whimper out a broken, “Ye-es, captain~!”

He groans, thrusting faster, harder. Anything to make you come.

The sound of skin slapping skin fills the small storage room, loud and pornographic. Music to his ears. He doesn’t care if the crew hears. They’ll mind their own business.

Tingles start at the base of his spine, signaling his impending release. He holds out, waiting for that angelic, that beautiful, “M’coming!”

He laughs, a full throated thing. He thrusts inside you, burying himself to the hilt. “Me too, fuck, me too!”

His orgasm crashes over him in waves. He shudders, fireworks going off inside his body. This is what sex is. He’ll never get enough.

Slowly, you both come down.

You’re panting, flushed and sweaty. He’s no better, trembling slightly as he holds you. He never wants to pull out.

“Luuuffyyyy,” you groan.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He smooches your face. His voice is raspy, worn out. He hopes you like the nicknames.

“I…should get cleaned up.”

Oh, right.

“Lemme get a washcloth for you.”

He hurries to the bathroom, his shorts quickly thrown on and low around his hips. He nearly trips over himself as he grabs the washcloth, so eager to get back to you.

Eventually, he returns, and you reach for the warm washcloth. He tuts, and goes between your legs to clean you up himself. You sigh, and he makes extra sure to be gentle.

“Thanks, Lu.”

He grins, and kisses your shoulder. “Anything for you.”

“Anything?” You arch an eyebrow. He nods. He’s putty in your hands.

“Then come raid the fridge with me.”

He lets out a loud laugh, and nods. “You’re perfect, y’know that?”

You grin, and scratch the hairs at the base of his neck. You lean forward to kiss his nose.

“So are you.”

***