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(cw: watching porn, i invented a one piece way to watch porn without traumatizing snails, flirting, flirty luffy, jealous luffy, pouty luffy, first kiss, exhibitionism (not public), masturbation, cunnilingus, restraints, awkward flirting)
(a/n: once again posting straight from my clit heart <3)
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****
Whoa.
Youβve never seen this before.Β
A small blue seashell is projecting a tiny, semi-transparent video above its aperture. Itβs sitting on a shelf in this adult store, along with about ten other seashells. Some are green, yellow, or red. Each one is projecting a tiny video into the air about three inches above the shell itself. Each video is different.Β
This one catches your eye.Β
Because itβs a guy, about thirty years old, jacking off.Β
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.Β
βWhatcha lookinβ at?β
You nearly jump out of your skin. Luffy is standing behind you, chin over your shoulder. Heβs not touching you, just a little too close for comfort. Especially given the setting.Β
βPorn,β you shrug.Β
βWhatβs that?β
You turn to look at him, seeing if heβs serious. He is.Β
βLike Sanjiβs magazines. Pictures of people having sex. I havenβt seen any videos before, thoughβ¦,β you trail off in awe. Your eyes are glued to the guy and his fist and his abs and his cock.Β
Luffy huffs.Β
βThis guyβs just jerking off,β 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. βThis isnβt sex.β
You look over your shoulder at the cashier, a large fishman with red scales. βDonβt break it,β you command, taking the seashell from him. βI wanna buy this.β
Luffy gawks.Β
βWhat?! Why?β Heβs staring at you in disbelief. A faint pink creeps along his cheeks. You shoot him a mischievous grin.Β
βBecause itβs hot?β
That makes him frown.Β
He reaches for the shell again, the video still playing. Thereβs no sound but the guy is obviously feeling good. You hold it out of reach.Β
βNuh uh! This is my porn now!βΒ
Luffy looks extremely upset.Β
Which confuses you, because heβs never looked this way before. Even when heβs angry midfight, or when he gets stubborn about some batshit idea. This isβ¦flustered.Β
Pink cheeks, darting eyes.Β
Hands clenching in and out of fists.Β
Heβs trying to say something, but words arenβt happening. His mouth opens and closes, a cracked rasp coming out, but thatβs it. You wait.Β
But Luffy canβt seem to say anything, so you shrug and walk away. Luffy grabs your elbow. His face is just a little too close to yours.Β
βWhy do you like that guy?β Heβs asking as if itβs the most serious question in the world. Like itβs the code to disarm a bomb.Β
βBecause heβs hot,β you reiterate. Luffy frowns, looking again at the looping video. The porn star is running a hand through black, unruly hair. βWhat, you donβt think girls jerk off?β
Luffy blanches.Β
βYouβre gonna jerk off to this?!βΒ
Youβre getting annoyed at this point.Β
βIt was your idea to come into this store,β you huff as you walk away. Luffy trails you, signature pout on his lips with his hands in his pockets. βAnd unlike you, I actually have berri.β
With that, you buy your new pornographic seashell.Β
****
Luffy is weird the next two days.Β
He keeps stealing glances at you, then quickly turning away when you catch him. Heβs quieter at dinner, eating the usual amount, but not stealing as much from his crew matesβ plates. He sits on the Sunnyβs figurehead for hours at a time.Β
Heβs even showering.Β
You catch him with wet hair, fishing on the railing.Β
βWhatβs wrong with you?β
You ask bluntly, leaning backwards with your elbows resting on the railing. Luffy shuffles over so youβre not touching the denim of his shorts. You suck your bottom lip.Β
βIs it about the seashell?β
It has to be.Β
Luffyβs eyes widen, then he turns his head away too fast. He messes with the fishing line even though he hasnβt gotten a bite.Β
βNo.β
βLiar.β
His frown deepens.Β
βNoβm not.β
You sigh, turning around to face the sea. The water is calm today, almost glassy. Itβs a deep green, with a cloud-covered sun casting silver on the wave tips. Dolphins swim and jump in the distance.Β
βLookβ¦,β you search the white-painted railing for the right words. You pick at a knot in the wood. βIs it weird to think of your friends jerking off? Or is it because Iβm a girl?β You canβt help the bit of indignation that spices your voice. βBecause it was your idea to go into that store. And just because Iβm a girl doesnβt mean I donβt like sexββ
βThatβs notββ
βItβs such bullshit! Sanji acts so weird about literally every woman he meets, but when I have the slightest interest in someone sexually, suddenly itβs 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?β You bite your lip, bitter. βWhat about what I want? Guys have no idea whatβs sexy.β You turn back to the waves, watching the dolphins.Β
Luffy shifts next to you.
βWhatβ¦is sexy? To you?β Luffy asks it slowly, like heβs looking for that bomb code again. Youβre heated enough to just answer.Β
βTease!β You huff, lifting your arms then dropping them. Waves gently lap at Sunnyβs hull. βGuys just want to poke and prod and paw at my tits and ass. Thereβs no finesse!β Your lips twist like youβve tasted something sour. βThat guy in the shell was so sexy. He was justβ¦touching himself. Slowly. Like it felt good. Like he liked being watched.β 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.Β
The dolphins splash under the sun.Β
Luffy kicks his heel against the wood. βI wouldnβt poke you.βΒ
You look up at him in surprise, but heβs staring out at the ocean, where his line meets the water.Β
βOr prod you,β his nose wrinkles, βOr paw at you. Those guys were stupid.β Luffyβs hat is hanging by the cord around his neck, letting the wind ruffle his wet hair. Itβs raven black and fluffy, and grown out just a bit too long. Strands fall over his eyes as he frowns down at the sea.Β
βOh yeah?β You snort, βWhat would you do?β
βIβd tease you.β
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.Β
Luffy searches your expression, determination in his. His line goes taut but he doesnβt reel it in.Β
βHow?β
Your heart is hammering inside your chest. Thereβs a reason the guy in the seashell is so hot to you specifically.Β
βIβd tie you to my bed and make you watch.β
Your jaw falls open.Β
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. βYou like watching that guy jerk off so much, Iβd make you watch me. Iβm way better than him, anyway.β
You have no doubt.Β
Luffy pulls in his catch.Β
Itβs a shiny, orange-and-white carp. Luffy whistles, and jumps off the railing to haul it away to the fish tank.Β
βWait!β You call after him, trailing his sandaled heels. βWe canβt eat that! Itβs too pretty,β you complain as he opens the aquarium hatch. Luffy shrugs.Β
βI can eat pretty things.β
Heβs somehow flirtatious enough to make your spine tingle without even looking at you. He unhooks the koiβs mouth, and drops her in. She tumbles into the water, bubbles blowing around her. She swims.Β
βWhy do you like that guy?β He asks again, watching the fish swim. You scuff your heel against the deck.Β
βBecause he looks like you.β
Luffy turns at that. His hair is still wet, windswept. Heβs 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.Β
βSeriously?β
You nod.Β
βDead serious.β
Luffy looks back at the water, the blush from the store coming back.Β
βCool.β
****
You wait.Β
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 everyoneβs 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.Β
You stretch from where you were stacking Usoppβs latest batch of cannonballs. Both arms over your head, eyes closed as you tilt from side to side. Youβre 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, youβre a little chilly.Β
βHow do you wear a bikini every day?β You chirp at Nami as she passes by you, towel in hand. Sheβs still in her turquoise triangle bikini. βArenβt you cold?β
Nami adjusts the sunglasses on top of her orange head. The lenses are deep purple. βNo?β
Well, thatβs that then.Β
Sanji calls everyone into the galley.Β
You take a seat, in between a bikini-clad Nami and a t-shirt-clad Brook. Itβs 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.Β
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.Β
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.Β
βMake me!β
Itβs 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.Β
βYou owe me,β you scrunch your nose at him. Luffy slurps sauce off his thumb.Β
βFine with me!β
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.Β
****
Luffy finds you after dinner.Β
Youβre just washing your hands after doing dishes, Sanji sweeping up the corners of the kitchen. You dry your hands on a striped green towel.Β
Luffy leans his chin over your shoulder.Β
This time, his entire front is pressed against your back.Β
βI can pay you back,β he says, still breezy, βIf you want.β
Yes, you very much do want.Β
You set the towel back on the counter, taking the time to fold it neatly so you get a chance to breathe.Β
βWhat if I say no?β
Luffy hums, his hands slipping to the sides of your waist. βThen we forget about it. Iβll be your friend.β His thumbs stroke the skin left exposed beneath your t-shirt. He presses his cheek to yours. βBut I donβt think youβll say no.β
Sanji shouts from across the kitchen, βLeave y/n alone! If youβre gonna bother us, at least help clean!β
βShishi, sorry!β
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.Β
****
Your knuckles tap Luffyβs cabin door.Β
Itβs late at night, about three hours past dinner. Chopper has the first watch, Zoro keeping him company while he gets in some midnight weightlifting.Β
The door opens.Β
Youβre 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 heβd opened the door.Β
You click it shut behind you.Β
βHey.β
You both stare.Β
βHey.β
Luffy runs a hand through his hair. It dried even spikier than usual. Heβs got his yellow sash around his waist, and his usual denim shorts. Thereβs rips starting at the knees.Β
He plays with a frayed thread. βI dunno what Iβm doing,β he says plainly. He reaches under his pillow and pulls out a beat-up magazine. βI have to put this back before Sanji wakes up, but I wanted to look at porn, too.β
You are
starstruck.Β
You have never, ever thought Luffy had an interest in sex. He turned down Boa Hancock, of all people! Thatβs why youβve buried your crush as deep as it can possibly go. Ever since you met this reckless, rubber pirate your heartbeat has gone crazy. Youβre pretty sure your resting heart rate has increased just by being in close proximity to him.Β
βFind anything good?β
Your voice is dry, nerves knotted into tangles inside your gut.Β
Luffy is shirtless, on his bed, flipping through porn.Β
βNot really,β 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.Β
βCan I look?β
Luffy nods, turning the magazine so itβs facing you. You sit gingerly down on the unmade bed (his covers are dark ruby). Thereβs about two feet of space between you.Β
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.Β
Youβve flipped through porn mags yourself, saved a couple pages to keep under your own pillow, but itβs honestly been hard to come by. Thatβs 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.Β
βHow about this?β You ask, having turned the page to something interesting.Β
Itβs a girl and a guy: sheβs sitting backwards on his lap, back arched and tits out. She has on the purple fishnets that were so popular ten years ago.Β
Luffy makes a dissatisfied sound.Β
βNah.β
You turn the page.Β
βHow about this one?β Itβs a guy standing up with his cock buried six inches down a blonde girlβs throat. Luffy crinkles his nose.Β
βShe looks like sheβs choking.β
You shrug, turning through a couple more pages. βSome guys are into that.β
Luffy blows another dissatisfied breath through his nose. βNot me.β
βHmm, okayβ¦,β 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. βWell,β you muse, looking over the sex positions, the makeup, the glossy faces of people in pleasure. βWhat do you like?β
Luffy rubs his hands over his face. βI dunno! I donβt really think about this stuff. I jerk off, butβ¦,β he scrubs a hand through his hair. Heβs got that sweet pink blush again.Β
You take a chance and lightly brush his knee with your fingertips. You bite your lip against the wave of sparks that brings.Β
βWhat do you fantasize about?β
Itβs a simple enough question, but Luffy looks stumped.Β
βIβ¦donβt?β
βWhat do you mean you donβt?β You frown in confusion. βHow do you get off? I have to think about sex like, the entire time.β Your blood is heating in your veins.Β
Luffy stares blankly.Β
You hope this isnβt an omen of how your chemistry will translate into bed.Β
Luffy tugs at the frayed thread again. βWhat do you think of?β
You.Β
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.Β
Luffy moves his shin so itβs pressed against your own knee. Another point of skin touching skin. You both just breathe.Β
βWhat ifβ¦we imagine itβs us?β Your voice is dry, unsure. You reach over to flip another page, and that unsure breath catches in your throat. βOh shit, itβs him!βΒ
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.Β
Luffy grabs the page and rips it out.Β
βFuck that guy,β he crumples the paper and throws it into the corner. You laugh at his pout. He meets your eyes, cheeks bright pink.Β
βYouβre adorable,β you scratch the frayed denim on his knee, βRidiculous, but very cute.β
This does not make Luffy feel better.Β
βI meanβ,β you clear your throat, βSexy. Adorably sexy. Very sexy.βΒ
Luffy sticks his tongue into his cheek, and you can tell heβs fighting a smile. When has Luffy ever fought down a smile?
βSeriously,β you curl your fingers into the rip on his shorts, even more of your skin now touching. Silly, isnβt it? That just an extra inch of touch can send diamonds shimmering down your spine. βImagine itβs us. You wanted me to watch you touch yourself, right? You said youβd tie me up.β
Youβre teasing him, but as earnestly as you can.Β
Luffy traces the back of your hand. βWould you want that?β He rasps, honest and open and more vulnerable than youβve ever seen him. Even in the face of absolute danger and certain hurt, Luffy has unwavering confidence. But nowβ¦heβs out of his depth.Β
βYeah, Luffy. Iβd like that a lot.β
Luffy searches your face, sparkling eyes dark in his bedroomβs 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.Β
He sucks your bottom lip.Β
βMm,β you moan, the nerves in your lips going crazy. You have a habit of biting them anyway, and now that Luffyβs doing it your mind is spinning.Β
Luffy answers with a heavy breath, and shoves his mouth harder against yours.Β
You love it.Β
The kiss turns wet and messy, until youβre clambering into his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. βLuffyβ¦,β 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.Β
Youβre actually making out with him.Β
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.Β
βI like this,β he confesses, nose skimming yours, βI think Iβll fantasize about this.β
You take the compliment with a heated smile.Β
βSame,β you whisper. You press your chest to his. He lets out a surprised moan as your tits squish against him. βWhat do you want, Luffy?β
He shakes his head, then tilts it instinctively as you start to kiss down his neck. βNuh uh, itβs supposed to be about what you want, right? Whatβs that seashell guy do that you like so much?β Petulance creeps into his voice even as you mouth along his skin.Β
βHe touches himself,β you murmur, kissing the junction of his shoulder, βLike he likes being watched. He touches his hair, his absβ¦he fucks his fist.βΒ
Luffy is panting beneath your mouth.Β
βI-I can do that.β
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.Β
βYeah?β You feel him shiver beneath you. He nods, swallowing his spit.Β
βYeah. Iβll do it way better.β
You grin.Β
βShow me, Pirate King.β
Luffy snaps.Β
Youβre flipped, back hitting the mattress with a thud. Luffy, even in his rush, takes a second to place a pillow beneath your head. You canβt help but laugh, your bullheaded captain suddenly being so delicate. He smirks, and leans down to smack another kiss to your lips.Β
βHold still.β
He takes your hands, kissing each wrist, before he presses them above your head. He leans back and slowly, slowly unties his sash.Β
βYou want tease, right?β
You nod.Β
Youβre sweating, face hot and lips parted. Youβve never done anything this hot. All the guys that came before, their names and faces evaporate from your memory.Β
Thereβs nothing and no one better than him.Β
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 doesnβt miss the way they press togetherβif his smirk is anything to go by.Β
Luffy wraps the sash around your wrists.Β
He ties a quick knot around his bedpost, and tightens the sash for you. He tugs.Β
βTight enough?β
You pull, and thereβs a little more slack than youβd like. βTighter.β
Luffy reties it.Β
You nod your approval, and he sits back on his heels.Β
βNow what?β
You laugh again, awkwardness and tension bubbling up from your lungs. βI dunno! Iβve never been tied up before!β
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.Β
You squeak, the sudden attentionβaffectionβrendering 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.Β
He nips your knee. βIβm sβposed to tease ya, remember?β His voice is broken, mumbling his words together as heat overtakes him, too. He drags his fingertips down your thighs. βSβhardβ¦,β his eyebrows pinch together. βWhat do I do next?β
You stare down at your blushing captain. His cock is rock hard in his shorts.Β
βTake your clothes off,β you suggest, your own voice not sounding any better.Β
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.Β
βFuck,β you whisper, drinking in the shaft and the length and the thickness and the veins and the hard, red tip. βTouch yourself.β
Luffy does.Β
Heβs so hot.Β
His hand wraps around his cock, starting to stroke himself as he looks down at it.Β
βIβm really hard,β he notices, almost surprised. His thumb brushes his tip. βLike, really hard.β
Youβre going fucking crazy.Β
βLuffy,β you breathe, hips squirming in place, βTouch me.β
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.Β
βNope!β
Then heβs 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.Β
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.
βTell me what you wanna see,β Luffy stares down at you with dark eyes and parted lips. His fist moves lazily over his cock. βYou wanβ me to ask what you want, right? Tell me.β His voice is raspy, but commanding.Β
Your heart nearly gives out.
But he asked, soβ¦
βRun your hand through your hair.β You can barely respond. Luffy obeys immediately. He pushes his jet black hair away from his face, revealing his slight widowβs peak. βAgain.β
He does.Β
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.Β
βWhat next?β
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.Β
βFlex.β
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.Β
βAbs.β
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.Β
βWhat next?β
He must really like pleasing you.Β
The thought makes you squeeze your thighs together.Β
Your mind circles through your long list of fantasies. And youβd be lying if most of them didnβt center around a certain rubber captain.Β
βSay my name.β
βY/n,β he gasps out, immediately, βSo pretty.β 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.Β
βY/n.β
βPraise me.β Your voice is hazy, barely whispered through a flood of heat. Your bodyβs going wildfire, whatever chemicals that attract you to him popping like fireworks inside your veins.Β
Luffy nods.Β
βSo pretty,β he says again, βSuch a sweet girl. My favorite girl. Mine.β He wipes away drool from his chin with the back of his hand. His hips stutter. βCan I cum?β
Heβs asking permission.Β
βNot yet.β
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.Β
βSpit on it.β
Luffy does.Β
Gathers saliva into his mouth and spits it down onto his own shaft. He rubs it in.Β
βGood boy.β
Luffy stutters out a moan, flushed and hazy himself. βNot a boy. Iβm a man,β he complains. His eyebrows are pinched together as he slowly teases his own cock. It keeps twitching under his fingers.Β
βThe man who will be King,β 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 youβve never felt more in control in your life. Luffy, an emperor of the sea, the strongest man youβll ever meet, the man who will be King (for you are sure of thisβno one else), is whining and moaning in front of you. Waiting for your command.Β
βBut youβre a sweet boy, too. Good boy, pretty boy,β 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.Β
βLet me cum?β
You suck in your bottom lip. Should you let him off easy?Β
βBeg.β
Luffy gasps, face contorting into a frown. His lips part, but he says nothing.Β
βLuffy,β you command, βSay please.β
Heβs struggling.Β
Babyβs probably never begged for anything in his life.Β
βLook at me,β you breathe. He does. Moans at the sight of you. βWhere do you want to cum?β
He swallows, βTits.β He keeps speeding up and then slowing down his fist. Heβs being so good for you.Β
βBeg for it, then.β
Luffyβs voice cracks. βPlease. Lemme cum on your tits. Wanna cum so bad. Lemme do it for you, please? Itβll be good, promise, please y/n pleaseββ
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 heβs splattering cum all over your chest. It hits your chin, your cheek.Β
It cools on your skin.Β
βSo fucking hot,β you breathe, arms sore above your head. βGood Luffy, good captain,β you stare up at him in awe.Β
Heβs sweaty, flushed, and rosy.Β
"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.Β
"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 themβlight blue and thoroughly soakedβand 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.
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.
"FuckβLu!"
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.Β
Luffy drags one more long, ice cream lick over you.
"Sorry," he licks his lips.Β
"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.
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βdonβt like? donβt read!β is the favorite sentence of bitches romanticizing and sexualizing the worst things ever. what about YOU seeking therapy instead of turning characters into r@pists and pβ¬d0philes? π€
trying to gaslight people into thinking this is normal is crazy tbh.
despite the trauma he suffered as a child, i think there's a large place in his heart that craves a family with you. this isn't to replace or make up for what he lost as a child, but to build something with you, together.
that being said, there's a part of him that feels euphoric every time he cums inside you. he holds you close as he rides through his orgasm, imagining that this will be the time that gets you pregnant and swollen with his child. his cute little quips and sweet dirty talk become less frequent, replaced by passionate requests to βput a baby in you,β and that, βyou'll be the best mama ever.β
you guys usually start out in missionary but sanji keeps folding you like a lawn chair, and by the end of the night your legs are thrown over his shoulders and your knees are tucked so tightly into your chest. breeding you is eventually all sanji can think about, and it gets to the point where he'll ask you to cockwarm him during the night just so his cum doesn't slip out from your cunt.
once you show sanji the positive test, he becomes ecstatic. he promises he'll be the greatest husband and dad ever, that he'll make whatever you're craving during your pregnancy, that he'll start getting toys, furniture, the whole deal!
things are going great, until you realize sanji's breeding kink has transferred into a new love of pregnant sex.
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