miris !!

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.