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Yearning for more than just dreams.

Dream Eater Demon!Luffy x Female Reader.

I’m making the dream demon series. We have Zoro & Luffy so far. Wonder what Sanji will be like.

Contains: (Representing the Baku) Hungry Dream Eater Demon!Luffy! Luffy having four arms and a cloud-like body. Luffy having a little monkey tail. (It says tiger paws and an ox tail for the Baku but I wanna match it more w Luffy’s animal) Luffy has one cock that can stretch but doesn’t hurt when stretching Reader. (All the Dream demons in the series will have different anatomy.) Luffy having his cloudy fluffy hair and rosy pink eyes. Reader struggling to sleep because of Luffy eating her dreams. Luffy getting caught eating Reader’s dreams. Luffy also comes out the closet just like Zoro. Pussy eating. Fingering. Vaginal & Anal. Multiple rounds. Overstimulation. Luffy nearly losing himself. A few creampies. Porn without plot again.

Your breathing was subtle while you lord there in your bed. It was a chilly night, night where it made it easier to sleep due to the cold air. You were halfway sleep but you could still hear everything that was going on around you. You could hear the heat leave the vent in the corner of your room, the sound of the wind blowing outside.

The sound of your closet door slowly creaking open.

All normal sounds that you would usually hear at night before you fully fell asleep. You lord there still and listened a bit harder, wondering why you suddenly felt a pressure and a presence near you. You could feel something or someone near you, but you refused to open your eyes. The sleep was heavy on your eyelids and even though you were a lighter sleeper, it was sorta hard to open your eyes.

You squirmed around in your bed, now uncomfortable and struggling to wake up and open your eyes. Your breathing now grew frantic and you were letting out worrisome whimpers. You let out a gasp before you finally shoot up from your bed, letting out a heavy sigh as that experience scared you.

It was like…you were being forced to stay asleep. It was a good thing you were a light sleeper. You look around your room, still feeling that odd feeling of a presence being near. You then remember…your closet door was cracked open. You slowly turn to look, shuddering as you kept your blankets up to your lips.

Why was it open again? Why the hell does it keep opening at night?

It was dark but the moonlight provided natural light for you to see just a bit of your closet. Fog was spewing from the crack of the closet and it was now filling your room, making you panic. You shuddered at the cold and crisp feeling of the fog kissing your skin, making you shake and breathe out heavily.

You didn’t want to get out of your bed, you knew better than to do that. Yet part of you yearned to seek what was in that closet of yours. Every time you would check, it were the usual things that would be in your closet and nothing more. But why was fog spilling out of the closet? What in hell was causing this.

“Oi…Ya interrupted m’meal…”

You freeze at the reverbed voice behind you and slowly turn around.

His head was in his hands, four hands to be exact. He was floating there with his legs crossed, staring down at you with his beautiful rose quart eyes. His tail swayed as he stares down at you with interest, his eyes and hair glowing and shimmering in the darkness. You frantically scoot back and away from your headboard while he floats down onto your soft bedding, looking at you and crawling closer to you.

“Oi- Come back! I ain’ finished eatin’ yet!”

“W-What’re you talking about!? Who are you!?”

You yelled out in fear, biting your lip to suppress your scared and worried noises. “I was eatin’ ya dreams! They taste s’good! Gimme em’ back an’ lemme finish dammit!” He yells, stretching his four arms out to you. You yelp out before full on screaming as he wraps his arms around you, binding you right tight while he pulls you close to him.

“Shh shh! Hush! Ya too loud!” He whispers to you, pressing on of his hands to your mouth. You struggle and squirm in his stretchy arms, whining as you tried to break free. He stares at you blankly before looking at you up and down. He moves in closer to you, staring you deep in the eyes before putting a finger to his lips.

“Shhh, I ain’ gonna hurt ya. Jus’ calm down!” He says to you. You shiver but nodded, quieting down for him while he releases you from his arms. You scoot back a bit but he scoots closer to you, still staring at you with those rosy eyes of his. “W-Well…What’re you d-doing here..? Eating my dreams you said?” You asked him nervously, still a little shaken by his appearance.

“Yeah. M’name’s Luffy. An’ m’a dream eater. I eat’cha dreams an’ nightmares. Both taste good as hell ta me!” Luffy introduced himself, pressing his hands to your shoulders and pulling you closer to him. “I’ve neva seen ya fully though…Ya dreams an’ nightmares’re s’good…but ya look even tastier than em.” Luffy says, complimenting you on your looks in a way.

His first pair of his hands were against your shoulders and while the second pair was planted on your sides. You were silent and still rather stunned and sleepy, and at this point you were ready to get back to bed. Luffy wasn’t finished though.

“I’ve seen and ate all ya dreams.” He whispers to you, making your eyes widen and your face flush with slight embarrassment. “E-Even-“ You words trails off and Luffy nods, a sly smirk appearing across that cute little face of his. “Yup. Even them naughty dreams of ya’s. They taste the absolute best, but ya don’ dream em often…” Luffy sighs, wishing he could have a taste of those sweet dreams once again.

He was practically salivating at the thought of the taste, his body shuddering with excitement while you stared at him with heavy embarrassment written all over your face. “I-I didn’t think y-you’d see those t-too…” You stammered, your body growing hot as you turned away from him. Luffy chuckles at your embarrassment and he moves in closer to you, cupping your soft yet warm cheeks.

You stared back at him before looking away nervously again, sighing out while a yawn follows after. “Well- Lemme put ya t’sleep so I can finish eatin’.” He says, pushing you down onto your bed while he straddled your hips. Luffy reaches a hand out to the straps of your tank top but you pull away, making him quirk a brow. “What’re ya pullin’ away for?” He asked you.

“W-What do you mean by put me back to sleep?” You asked him, a little bit too sleepy to piece together what he means.

Luffy smiles before letting out a little snicker. “What else d’ya think I mean?~” He asks you, his hands trailing back to your tank top straps before pulling them from your shoulders. Your tank top slide off of your body, revealing you breasts to him and making Luffy hum out in response. He immediately cups them and begins to fondle the soft mounds, making you mewl out softly and press your hand against his.

He slides back and his other hands begins to slide down to your thighs, gripping them before spreading them open with a hungry look on his face.

“W-Wait- L-Luffy- Mmh!~“

A sudden gasp leaves your lips as you felt his thumb rub up against your clothed slit, teasing you while you sat there and watched him. A mewl leaves your lips as you felt him rub your pussy through your panties, a soaking wet spot slowly appearing after a few touches. Luffy groans out in delight, pressing smooches to your breasts and trailing up your chest while he multitasks on your body.

“Mmmh~ Ya already wet? All m’doin is touchin’ ya~” Luffy giggles, laying down onto his tummy while his second pair of hands rubbed at your inner thighs. You blushed and watched as he rubs your clit through the fabric while fondling your breasts. A heavy gasp leaves you as he continues to massaged your pussy through the thin fabric.

“Mmgh~ L-Luffy~” You moan out his name shakily while his digits played with your clothed cunt, his eyes half-lidded while he gave you that mischievous smirk. His hands were soft and skilled, and he watched as your face contorted with every touch he gave you.

“L-Luffy!-“

“I shoulda done this sooner, ya moans and faces are s’cute~ Ya pussy’s soakin’ against m’fingers~” He says, moving in even closer to your panties. He slowly slides farther between your legs and onto his tummy, lying down so he could relax and focus more on your pleasure. He presses his nose up against your pussy, making you mewl out suddenly while he sniffed at your heat.

You shivered as he slowly peels your panties off, watching as a string of slick disconnects from the fabric and your pussy. “S’fuckin’ wet~ Fuck, ya soakin’ f’me~” He huffs out, spreading your pussy open with a little smile across his face. He presses a smooch to your pussy while his fingers tease at your entrance, a mewl leaving your lips as he did. He slides his tongue along your slit and mewls out at your flavor, huffing out before he continues to lap at your clit.

His thumb teases your hole and he slowly pushes two digits past your entrance, making you gasp out. “A-Ahh!~ L-Luffy~” You moan out his name so cutely and he looks up and smiles while suckling on your clit. His fingers quickly began to pick up speed, fucking your pussy with his fingers while you sucked them in. You grind your hips against his tongue and fingers, his noises growing louder as he pulls your hips in closer to him.

His other pair of hands stayed playing and massaging your breasts, pinching your nipples suddenly. “F-Fuck Luffy that feels s-so good~” You moaned, reaching a hand down to his cloudy fluff of hair and combing your fingers through his cloud-like strands. Luffy hums out and continues, his fingers moving at a faster pace and repeatedly hitting your g-spot.

“Feels good eh?~ Does this feel s’good t’ya?~” He asks, his heart-shaped pupils looking up into your contorted and pleasure-filled face. “M-Mhmm~ I-It feels g-great~” You whine out, arching your back a bit while biting your bottom lip. Luffy chuckles before removing his fingers from your pussy, his mouth moving away from your clit. A string of saliva tears from his tongue and your pussy, and you’re disappointed.

You whine out and let out a heavy sigh, a bit upset that he just suddenly edged you. He pulls all of his hands away from you, suckling on his two fingers on which your flavor lingered. “Ya wan’ me ta give ya sum better?~” He asked, his hands moving down to his pearly-white shorts. You sit up onto your elbows and watched as he pulled down his shorts and briefs, revealing his cock to you.

Your face flushes and your eyes widens at the size, he was girthy but goodness if he wasn’t long as well. “A-Are you sure t-that’ll…” You asked reluctantly, your words trailing off out of slight worry. Luffy giggles and wraps his first pair of hands around your hips. “I promise it’ll feel good when I push in! It won’ hurt’cha!” He says, trying to reassure you.

Though you weren’t convinced. Not one bit.

His tail wags and pulls your hips closer to his, his cock lying up against your sticky slit. You moan out at the warmth of his cock and huff out from the nervousness deep in your tummy. “S’okay~ I promise~” He says to you, moving in closer to your face before pressing a smooch to your lips. You mewl out shakily and deepen the kiss, giving him a few more smooches while he hums out in response. You pulls back and sigh out before nodding, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips.

He slowly slides his cock along your slit, his tip grinding against your clit and making your body shudder with the combination of delight and nervousness. He presses his tip against your entrance and looks up at you. “Relax f’me~ Kay?” He whispers to you, giving you a sweet little smile. You take a deep breath and exhale before nodding to him. “O-Okay…” You respond nervously, holding on to him a bit tighter.

He slowly pushes past your entrance and you moan out, enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding into your pussy. Your moans makes a smile spread across Luffy’s face and he hisses out as he bottoms out inside of you, trailing his tongue along his lips. You moan out shakily as you felt his tip smooch your cervix, his tail wagging as your walls tighten even more around his length. “See? I-I told ya~ H-Hah~” He says shakily, looking down into your eyes.

“F-Feels good~ T-That feels so good~” You moan out, your hips squirming a bit against his as you rushed for him to start moving. Luffy’s grip on your hips grows tighter as he begins moving his hips and thrusting into you at a fast pace. You hold on to him tightly while you moan out angelically, enjoying the feeling of his cock massaging your walls yet kissing all the right spots.

“Fuck ya s’tight~ Oh god ya so tight~” Luffy huffs out, his thick and cloudy brows furling as he lifts your hips up a bit higher to get a better angle. “Mmmgh~ L-Luffy~ Hah- L-Luffyyy~” You moan out his name whine you scratched your nails against his back, making him hiss out in response. “Kiss me baby g-gal~” Luffy demands, pressing his lips hard against yours. You whine out while your toes curls from the pleasure, your back arching while you thrusted your hips up into his and tried to match his rhythm.

Luffy pulls back and chuckles, huffing out like a dog in heat while he fucked you hard into your bed. Your bed rocked with every thrust he gave you, fucking you a bit harder while he pins you onto your bed. “S’good~ Fuck it’s s’fuckin’ good~ Ya pussy feel s’good ‘round m’dick~” He huffs out, his hand moving down to rub and massage your clit.

You mewl out in response, trying your best to gain the breathe he knocked out of you repeatedly.

“Fuck, turn over f’me- Turn over~” He demands, watching as your body rocked from his thrusts. You struggle to turn over so he does it for you, helping your roll over onto your side and lifting one of your legs up a bit high for a better angle. You whine out and grip your quilt, whimpering while you felt your cunt tightening around him even more.

“I-I’m close! I-I need to cum L-Luffy!~” You gasp out, looking up to him while he stared down at you with lust in his eyes. “Cum on m’dick then! I ain’ stoppin’ ya~” He chuckles, pressing his body against yours and peppering sticky smooches onto your skin. His thumb moves a bit faster on your clit, making you whine and mewl out while you struggled to keep yourself composed. “L-Luffy!~ O-Oh L-Luffy! M-M’fucking cumming!~” You huff out, your eyes rolling up while your body began to shudder.

Luffy concentrates on you, trying to just force your orgasm out of you while you whine out in desperation. “Ohh It’s coming! I-I’m cumming!~” Your body trembles and you gasp out as your squirt out onto your quilt, your eyes shutting tight while your hand held on to the quilt so tightly.

Luffy continues even after your orgasm, chasing after his high while you were still experiencing yours. You huff out in slight overstimulation while Luffy continues to fuck your pussy. “Lemme cum~ M’almost fuckin’ there~” He groans out, huffing while he bites his bottom lip so tight. You whine out as your pussy unconsciously tightens around his cock, begging for him to release yet still begging for more of him.

Luffy groans out and breathes heavily against you, his cock twitching within your velvety walls as he felt himself ready to cum into your pussy. “Cummin’! I’ma cum inside f’ya~” He groans out, his body now sticky with sweat and sticky against yours. You whine out shakily as he thrusts into you all rigorously, making you gasp out.

“Ah!~ Hah!~ Fuck m’cummin’!~” Luffy groans out, his eyes rolling up as he finally bursts and blows his load into you. His body shudders and he gasps out shakily as cums deep inside of your pussy while you cry out from overstimulation. Your body trembles from the feeling of his warm and thick cum filling you up, a mewl leaving your lips slowly after while he lies down against your body.

“Hah~ So…So fuckin’ good~ Fuck this body of ya’s is so fuckin’ good~” He huffs out sitting up while he slowly struggles to pull out of your pussy. You whine shakily as you felt him sliding out of you, a sweet and heavy yawn leaving your lips and making your eyes tear up.

Luffy stares down as you and pulls you into his arms, a sweet smile appearing across his face as he was happy and content with filling you up.

Although…That wasn’t enough.

Your body was trembling in his embrace but you smile back to him before another yawn leaves your lips. “Oi…Ya fallin asleep on me…?” Luffy asked, now upset to see you dozing off in his arms. “M-Mhmmm…” You nodded sleepily, wrapping your arms around his body and slowly shutting your eyes. Luffy blinks blankly before pulling you away from his warm embrace, his rose eyes staring deep into your sleepy ones.

He snickers and it catches your attention.

“I know I said that I was gonna put ya ta sleep…but…I wanna fuck ya even more now~ Even though I love eatin’ ya fuckin’ dreams, this is s’much fuckin’ better.” He says his words so confidently and you can’t help but to listen, his words suddenly waking you right on up.

He slowly lays your body back onto the bed, this time with your ass facing up towards him. “L-Luffy what’re you doing…?” You asked him, propping yourself up with your arms. Luffy’s hands grips your hips and trails along your skin, fondling at your softest skin while staring at your rear.

“Ya pussy is fuckin’ amazin’. But ya ass is lookin’ tasty too~” You blushed as you felt Luffy pressing his warm hands against your cheeks, spreading them open while you blush out of embarrassment. “Lemme fuck ya ass too.” Luffy whispers to you, sitting back onto the bed and pulling your ass up against his cock. You could tell he was growing rather indecisive of the position he wanted. “O-Okay…Just be careful this time…” You tell him, a little sigh leaving past your lips as you yearned to go to sleep.

Luffy softly grips your ass before spitting a bit of drool out onto it, giving it a bit of natural lubricant to allow himself to slide in easily. He slides himself against your rear entrance before fully pulling you down onto his length, making you hiss out while your body shudders from the intrusion. “Relax, it ain’ gonna hurt jus’ like th’first time~” Luffy says to you, burying his nose between your neck and inhaling your scent.

He pushes the rest of his cock inside of you, a whine spilling past your lips as he began to thrust into you at a slower pace this time. You mewl out as you felt him thrust deep inside of your rear entrance, a heavy gasp leaving your lips as he hits you with a sharp thrust. “Mmhh!~ L-Luffy!~” You whine out to him, your toes curling as he begins to fuck you a bit faster. His eyes watched your breasts bounce with every slap of hips against your ass.

His first pair of hands cup and massage your breasts while his breathing grew heavy in your ear. “Fuck ya squeezin’ me even tighter down here~ Ya body’s s’fuckin’ good~” Luffy groans out, laying you down onto your tummy while he pulls your hips farther against his. The sticky and sloppy noises only turned you on more as you listened to him fucking you so hard yet so tenderly. “ A-Ahh~ F-Fuck~” You groan out, your brows furling while you lift your hips up a bit more for Luffy. “H-Harder Luffy~ P-Please~” You begged, your body shuddering while as you felt Luffy’s grip grow tighter on your hips.

Luffy smiles widely and huffs out, slamming his hips hard against your ass and squeezing your breasts tighter. Your moans grew louder and you arch your back while Luffy moves his first pair of hands from your breasts.

He slides his hand’s down to your cum-filled pussy, shoving his fingers past your entrance and into your g-spot while you gasp out in sudden shock and pleasure. Your body jolts as you felt him finger your pussy while he fucked your ass, his other hand tending to your clit while his first pair of hands held on tight to your hips.

“Does this feel good? This feel better f’ya sweet gal?~?” Luffy asked, huffing out into your ear before pressing a smooch against it. “Y-Yessss! Yes it feels s’fuckin good! L-Luffy!~” You huff out, clenching your teeth tight as he fucked your pussy with his fingers. Luffy chuckles and licks his lips, enjoying the feeling of his fingers deep inside of your sticky pussy while his cock was deep in your ass.

You felt tears brewing in your eyes from the overstimulation, hyperventilating as you felt yourself wanting to cum again. Luffy feels both of your entrances tighten up and he presses his body tight against yours, fucking you and causing the bed to rock even harder than before. “Fuck baby~ Fuck m’gonna cum in ya again~ Ya wan’ me t’cum in ya ass hm? Ya wan’ me t’fill ya up full?~” Luffy asks, huffing out while his hips were sticky against your ass.

“M-Mmghyesss~ Y-Yesshh~” You nodded, a bit unresponsive and unable to speak due to the immense pleasure. You were struggling to speak, so your sentence just comes out in broken moans and mewls. Luffy laughs at your fucked out expression and presses a smooch to your neck, making you shudder.

Luffy thrusts his fingers at a faster pace into your pussy while he fucks your ass, kissing your g-spot with his fingertips. “Fuck! Fuck m’cummin! M’cummin’!” Luffy huffs out, his mouth opening while his face scrunches up from the pleasure. You whine out and let out a loud and heavy gasp as your body trembles against his. “I-I’m c-cumming! I’m cumming again! L-Luffy!~” Your walls begin to pulsate around his digits, and you let out a loud moan before squirting out onto the sheets again.

Luffy slams his hips against your ass one last time and keeps them in place, groaning and hissing out as he cums deep in your ass. Your body shudders from the feeling but you felt yourself falling weak from your orgasm. Luffy removes his fingers from your pussy and relaxes his body beside you, his cock still buried deep inside your ass.

You trembled and whined out while Luffy tries to soothe you, shushing you and rocking you back and forth softly. You mewl out softly as his light touch, his four arms hugging you while he peppers smooches against the skin of your neck. “Cmonnnn~ Go ta sleeeeep~” Luffy whispers, yearning for you to go to sleep so he could finally get a taste at your dreams again.

You sigh out shakily before yawning, curling up a bit while Luffy played with your hair. “See ya again tomorrow night…Dream a good dream f’me baby gal~” He whispers one last thing to you before you finally close your eyes, falling asleep so quickly while Luffy lied there waiting for you to begin dreaming.

“G-Goodnight…Lu…Luffy.”

home (nsfw!)

yall want some sweet zoro drabble? i was both in my feels about him and WAY too horny at the same time. cw: piv sex, super intimate sex, afab!reader, idk wc: 785

Every time Zoro slides into you it feels like the first time all over again. His breath catches as he tightness of your heat squeezing around him with a fierceness that steals the tension from his muscles. His eye slips shut, lips parting around a quiet curse as his head tilts back, surrendering to the sensation. 

Each time with you is a gift, one he doesn't take for granted, but one he takes his time with. Your walls grip him like it's home, and he treats you always as if he may never return. 

Wide hands trail along your skin as he sheaths himself fully within your welcoming warmth. Each tender touch is silent praise, and your breathless cries are the liturgy he yearns to hear. Zoro drinks in the exquisite spectacle of your face as it mirrors the bliss you feel, your body swaying and trembling in the timeless rhythm of passion. 

With the keen eye of a master swordsman, he studies your every response, committing each one to memory as a poet would a sonnet - a key to unlocking the enigmatic workings of your spirit and the boundless depths of your devotion.

And when he begins to thrust, it's with a painstaking, almost worshipful slowness that belies the ferocity of his desire. Each measured stroke is a deliberate claiming, a silent affirmation of the inalienable bond that ties your bodies and souls. 

His hands, those battle-hardened instruments of war, now serve a far nobler purpose as they map the contours of your form with a reverence bordering on fervor. They grasp and squeeze, kneading your pliant flesh as if to forge it into the very essence of his being, to merge your curves with the hard angles of his own body until you are inseparable. Yet it never feels like it's enough.

You cry out and grasp him toward you, your limbs tangling around his back and forcing your lips to his in a kiss that he eagerly reciprocates. It starts slow, a lock spewing wordless sentiment, but when it turns to all tongue and teeth, the lock splits. 

Zoro’s pace begins to quicken and he hungrily devours your wails of approval. His arms bare you tightly against him, and as the kiss breaks he nestles his head into your shoulder, ensuring that the sounds of your intoxicating euphoria echo right into his ear.

His eye burns with a wild hunger when your legs wrap around his waist, splaying you open and exposed beneath him. The raw vulnerability in your cries, shimmering with unshed tears of pleasure, ignites that all familiar raw want within him.

You whine his name, a sound etched in longing and so authentically genuine that, with herculean effort, Zoro has to summon every ounce of his restraint. His jaw clenches as he fights to maintain the rhythm, to hold back the tidal wave of rapture that threatens against him from within. You are the priority, the main act, and he means to give your finale. 

His cock twitches with wild abandon, each throb harmonious with the desperate clench of your walls around him, the frequency escalating with every forceful surge of his hips. He can feel the inferno building within you, your body tensing like the string of a bow pulled taut, ready to snap at any moment.

Zoro thinks you're exquisitely, heartachingly beautiful when you cum, always pulling back to see the sight of you giving in. Your brows furrow, your eyes close, and his name gets thrown in between the high.  And though his hips drill into you, his hand comes to rest upon your cheek, easing you through the ecstasy with as much tenderness as he can give through his own hedonistic hubris. 

The leftover pulses of pleasure that flutter around his cock tip him over the edge, and with a series of deep, guttural groans that emanate from the very depths of his being, he surrenders to the pull of his own release. Zoro's grip on your body tightens, hips jerking and twitching erratically, each buck coinciding with the bulk of his spend filling you up.

It takes a moment for him to roll off of you, bending his head to lovingly kiss upward from the valley of your breasts to your lips before tugging you effortlessly over him, where the only thing he wants is your continued proximity. 

He murmurs something against your temple and you whisper something into his chest, the result of which brings his arms to wrap around you once more, and holds you tightly, possessively, as if he means to merge your very souls in this moment until your shared breaths of exhaust even out into a welcoming, sated rest.

   “She’s so pretty”

- ☆ - Luffy x Reader

- ☆ - !WARNING OF EXPLICIT CONTENT- 18+!

- ☆ - 10.9 k

- ☆ - tags : ♧ Fem!Reader ♧reader-insert ♧ curvy!reader ♧ reader is a new strawhat pirate ♧ some minor fat-phobia from Sanji it's not hate, just for plot ♧ size difference ♧ strength kink ♧ oral.f.recieving + fingering ♧ minor cum play if you squint ♧ lots of praises ♧ Luffy being a tease ♧ nothing major, just cute :3 ♧ - ☆ - a/n : ♧ this was commissioned by a lovely anon, I hope you like it ♧ One Piece is my newest hyperfixation, and Luffy is my fave straw-hat, this was my first time writing him and it was so much fun :3 he's just so cute hehe ♧ never had a beta, we die like fools ♧

“She’s so pretty”.

 You have heard your Captain say the same thing a few times now— every time he does, Zoro usually responds with a tired sigh and grumble, “Why don’t you just tell her, idiot?” He’d lean against the mast, his eyes closed and fully aware that Luffy is referring to you every time he interrupts his peace with his goofy sighs, talking animatedly and smiling wide in the only way he knows how.

  Boisterous and shameless.  

 It’s nothing new; you are used to Luffy’s colourfully confident outbursts about you, despite the way they used to make you blush. Often hearing it to your face and behind your back, or rather when he assumes you are not within earshot.

 Not that it matters to him. Luffy has never once said something he did not mean.

 So, when he shouts, when he hollers in the morning over your new outfit and calls you pretty in the same breath, you laugh bashfully, and your smile makes his beam.

 And today is no different.

 Luffy’s voice tends to carry in the air whenever he speaks, filling the space with his spirit. All the while, you sit on the swing, the sides only slightly digging into your curvy hips— trying not to overhear the conversation from across the grassy deck with your nose buried in a book. Though, your fidgeting gives away how difficult it is to ignore them. The day is warm and bright enough without Luffy’s endearing praises triggering palpitations in your chest.

 “Why are you bothering me?” Zoro booms, exasperated by another unprompted comment about you, "Go tell her!”

 “I already told her this morning!” Luffy shouts with a grin, “I’m telling you!”

 “And why the fuck are you telling me?! I don’t care!”

 His face falls, “You don’t think she’s pretty?”

 “I never said that!” Zoro exhales shakily, pinching the bridge of his nose as if gathering every ounce of patience he can muster. “Go bother someone else with your crush”, he grumbles, “I’m tryin’ to sleep”.

 “Well, I told Sanji over breakfast”, Luffy states, in an odd tone you don’t quite catch from your position, “and then he called me stupid for saying it”.

 “What did you say?” He asks cautiously.

 “That she looked really pretty in her skirt this morning”, Luffy says in a flat tone, his head cocked to the side the way it does when he is trying to figure something out a little too slowly. “Sanji likes girls in skirts, but he said girls like her don’t suit it”, his brows knit, “I don’t get it”.

 Zoro and you both freeze. A tightness compresses in your chest, drying your throat as you fidget in the seat.

 Though you have only been on board for six weeks, Sanji’s dissatisfaction was not news to you or anyone who would catch his off-handed comments whenever you dared to share a meal with them. Including when he would blatantly exclude you from the special treats he cooked for Robin and Nami, muttering how you did not need any more sugar in your diet. It was uncomfortable for anyone who heard it except the sweet, clueless Captain who could never see tension past his plate.

 You weren’t the type to start a fight— but you could defend yourself well enough, especially against men like Sanji, who exuded hostility in your direction whenever you coincidentally walked past. Like your very existence was a disgrace. Your curves, ass, chub and thighs a blight to the man who claimed to love all women.

 In those moments you would laugh, hissing a snide remark which eases the tension and often has the others laugh at him instead of sitting with the awkwardness he creates for you. Luffy’s rambunctious laughter always turns the tide, shifting the attention away from you, even stealing treats Sanji withholds and sharing them with you as a childish act of rebellion which means more to you than he realises.

  Life on the Sunny is exciting, and if it means tolerating Sanji’s attitude, then you will bear it. And if it includes hearing Luffy shout your name, then you can go on pretending his smile glows just for you when he says it. The sort of warmth that bathes your skin like the first beams of sunlight on a summer’s morning. Radiant.

  There is not one present now. He stays seated in contemplation. An unnatural frown twists the shape of his smile.

 You sigh, fiddling with the skirt they spoke of now riding up your pillowy thighs, a lovely pink one you made yourself the other day. You were quite proud of it, and hearing Luffy’s cheery comment this morning warmed your cheeks— unaware of disapproving glares when Luffy’s loud compliment drowned out any animosity.

 Now, a twinge of discomfort and anger flushes your face while Zoro struggles to find the words without making the scene any more uncomfortable.

 “That pervy cook is stupid”, he hisses in the end. “If you think she’s pretty, then that’s it. That’s the only thing that matters”, Zoro says firmly, giving his friend a pointed look before scoffing lightly. “Anyway, forget that idiot. He has no dignity around girls anyway”.

 Luffy hums thoughtfully, and for once, he’s quiet. He tilts his head, listening to the wind howl around the ship and ruffle the sails.

 The anticipation is palpable, the rock of the boat twists your stomach further. You can’t help but watch him even though it’s obvious and incredibly impolite.

 It’s Luffy’s enthusiasm, laughter, and devotion to freedom on the sea that captured your heart. His sincerity has a way of uplifting everyone it touches, inspiring loyalty and friendship, like there’s a magnetic flair pulsing around him, luring people into his life. Luffy is earnest. He is honest and bold. 

  His opinion matters to you.

 “I like her!” Luffy declares loudly, unaware you squeak in surprise at his shout. “She’s great!”

  “And pretty?” Zoro teases lightly, eyeing your shy smile from across the deck.

 Luffy snickers, wiping his nose bashfully with another one of his radiant grins, “Yea! I really don’t notice stuff like that. But when Usopp said she has a big butt, I saw it!” 

  “God!” Zoro shouts, blushing hard as he whips his head between you and his clueless Captain. “Why are you listening to Usopp?!”

 “Cause he helped me notice!” Luffy screams back, throwing his arms in the air as if it were a revelation. “He said she’s probably soft all over, an’ I wanna know too! An’ I like the way her butt moves when she walks past, shishishi”.

 Zoro groans, uncomfortable with the new direction of the conversation, knowing you were right across the deck listening in with a giggle you could not hide behind a book. “Okay, that’s enough”.

 “An’ I wanna squeeze her thighs—”

 “Jeez, stop it!”

 “They’re so squishy!” He shouts, demonstrating by groping the air with greedy grabbing fingers that made you snort, “—like marshmallows, I wanna bite ‘em!”

 “Please, stop”.

 “She smells good too”, Luffy continues snickering, even when Zoro covers his ears and turns away from his friend, wishing for the torment to end. “I asked her what it is, an’ she said it’s this coco-summin’ butter. She won’t let me taste it— but it makes me so hungry! Oh! Is it lunchtime yet? I’m getting hungry again”.

 “Then leave me alone, goddammit!” Zoro turns his back to him, now lying on the grassy deck with the sun beaming on his tanned skin, eyes clamped shut, vanishing the rest of the world— but not its irritating chatter. Luffy does not take the hint, choosing to plop right next to his best friend, legs crossed and the cutest pout on his lips.

 “I’m just saying”, he goes on with the most dramatic sigh, “I’m glad she joined the crew! She’s fun and nice, and so-so cool! Oh! And she made a really nice pudding yesterday— ooo! I wonder if there’s more in the fridge?!”

 “Can’t be”, Zoro mutters, utterly defeated, “you ate it all”.

  “Oh, yeah”, his expression deflates.

 “Why not ask her now?” Zoro exclaims audibly, “oh look, there she is!”

 That does the trick. Luffy jumps up, turning away from the swordsman and slinging himself at the tree where you sat.

 He lands ungracefully, stuck in its branches with twigs and leaves falling on you until he collapses at your feet.

 Luffy doesn’t miss a beat, practically shouting in your face, “Can you make that yummy pudding again?!”

 You gleam, dusting your lap off loose leaves. “Sure, Captain! I’ll just finish my book, okay?” His impatient huff pudges his cheeks. Your heart blooms, instantly conceding with a sigh, “How about you give me a hand, then?”

 “YES!” He grabs you without a second thought, his hand large and warm clasped in yours, you try not to read too much into it as he drags you to the kitchen. “Sanji! Sanji! Where are the pudding things? I’m gonna make some!”

 “THERE’S NO WAY YOU’RE MESSING UP MY KITCHEN!” Sanji bellows from the boy's room, running up to the kitchen to beat him to the fridge, “I WOULDN’T TRUST YOU TO POUR MILK!” 

 “PUDDING!”

 “I SAID DON’T TOUCH!”

 You shake your head, taking out the mixing bowls well away from the fridge they fight over, both screaming at the other the only way brothers do— with fists and insults thrown.

 “I JUST WANT PUDDING!”

 “GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY FRIDGE!”

 Luffy latches on to the fridge door, taking the assault of harsh kicks to the back as the cook attempts to forcibly wring his stretchy body off the metal handle.

 You ignore their chaos for a moment, mildly surprised no one else had come to investigate the noise, only when they rattle the massive fridge do you smack them both.

 “Okay!” you holler, “That’s enough!”

“HE WON’T LET ME OPEN THE FRIDGE”

 “HE’S NOT TOUCHING MY FRIDGE—”

They scream at you, pointing an accusatory finger at the other. You shush them calmly, forced to be the voice of reason when the blonde doesn’t even attempt to hide his feelings towards you with a deep scowl.

 “Sanji don’t worry”, you try to say reassuringly, but his glare burns too hot to maintain civility. It pains you to feel such distrust, but you stand firm anyway. “I’m making the pudding, Luffy promises to not touch anything, right?”

 “You said I could help”, he whines, sliding down the fridge door.

 It is always so hard to say no to him, it’s like you melt under the shine of his eyes.

 “Of course, sorry!” you beam at him, your affections always obvious to everyone but the man it is directed to. You turn back to Sanji, “Luffy can stir the bowl, I promise to clean up afterwards, okay?”

 He's silent for a little too long. Sanji’s rejection sits in his furrowed brows, his sneer curled behind his cigarette, but a presence shifts behind him, and he nods slowly. Demeanour cracking. “Sure, I’ll just be observing, then”.

 “That’s okay”, you sigh, only slightly agitated to be micromanaged, “I’ll make plenty for everyone”.

 “No way!” Luffy interjects, letting go of the fridge finally, “you promised it was just for me! I am not sharing!”

“I know, Captain. I’ll make a huge batch just for you, yeah?” you laugh, turning around to start prepping the dessert and feeling his stare curve down your back. His earlier words thrum with a blush you’re thankful neither of them can see. You just do your best to ignore the tension that swirls from behind, but Luffy doesn’t sit still for long.

 “Lemme help!” he jumps, landing right beside you, squishing you into the counter with his hard body— unphased by the tight proximity as his grin widens, “let’s cook!”

 Your laugh sounds strained compared to his, but it passes off just fine anyway, letting him do as he pleases.

 Luffy engages in an animated conversation watching you prepare the dessert. His ‘help’ is a loose term that mostly includes snickering and sneaking the chocolate into his mouth every second your back is turned, then feigning innocence when you confront him with the missing ingredient.

 You can only laugh, butterflies always present whenever he grins at you— while Sanji sits in mild agitation at the counter, but he is easy to ignore, given how Luffy’s surprisingly large hands never stay far from your waist.

 Always grabbing and manhandling you. Affectionately squeezing your arms, and shoulders, leaning into you whenever he speaks— his gaze following your every move like they’re latched at your shadow.

 He is relentless, restless, and mischievously clings onto your back whenever you turn away from him for too long. His strong arms lock around your body and squeezes you into his bare chest while laughing airily into your ear.

 He’s an affectionate person, you know this— but to feel his body constantly pressed against yours is— it’s hot. It’s maddening.

 You can’t focus— your hands shake when he grabs your waist to shift you out of his way, your cheeks burn whenever he rests his chin on your shoulder to peer at what you are doing, his hips dig into your ass you can feel every ridge of muscle rub against your back.

 It drives you crazy, heated— humiliated to feel such attraction when he probably has no idea of the effect he has on you.

 Or he does, but you refuse to let your mind wander to that possibility because it’s Luffy.

 He’s silly and sweet and so handsome...it doesn’t matter. So what he thinks you’re pretty? You think you’re pretty too, so...yes. It doesn’t matter.

 You try to wriggle your way out of his hold, push at his chest to keep some distance, but then comes that pout of his. The one that makes your legs weak, butterflies flutter, and you concede once again, letting him do as he pleases until the dessert is done and he sits on the stool with a big bowl in front of him. His attention fixated on the treat.

 “Here you go! a big bowl of pudding, just for you!”

 “Thank you!!” Luffy beams at you, “Thank you!! You’re amazing!”

 “You’re welcome!” you offer Sanji a regular bowl, who politely takes it, never one to turn down food, something you genuinely appreciate about him before he mutters about whisking the cream slower for a smoother consistency. You take as friendly criticism, nodding calmly, “I’ll remember that for next time”.

 “Don’t forget to clean up”, Sanji murmurs, idly playing with his spoon.

 You nod, standing back up without an argument. It stung, but if it meant he would leave, you quickly begin to clean up. The sooner the better, you thought. But Sanji’s scrutiny glows at the back of your head, ruining the mood you enjoyed with Luffy moments before.

 His orders about placements and proper care about utilities you took as courteously as you could muster— though it was hard to ignore the tone he used, steadily setting your nerves alight. Forced to listen to his irritated orders with every second his kitchen was in slight disarray.

 “That’s not where it goes.”

“I got it.”

  “Make sure you soak it first.”

 “Oka—”

  “That’s not how you do it.”

 The clink of his spoon grates your ears. His problem was you, and you were losing patience the harder he cut your politeness with his demands.

 He micromanages every little thing about where things belong and how he keeps it— twisting and churning frustration whenever you fall out of step— rudely cutting you off. Talking over you.

 “I said—”

You huff, slamming the whisk down—

 “Sanji”.

 You jump as if the thunder in Luffy’s voice was directed at you, catching the tension that cracks between them when you turn.

 Luffy shoots him a hard look, one that shakes the room with its force and rakes a shudder through you. One Sanji doesn’t question, only nodding in understanding and perhaps a little guilt that has him softening his expression towards you.

 He murmurs an apology, talking lowly into his cigarette. “That was rude of me”, Sanji says. He meets your eyes, looking somewhat embarrassed for his behaviour.

 You only nod, entirely too focused on the pressure squeezing in your chest, a weight you’ve never felt before making you hot the way Luffy’s did. It was palpable, electric. You try not to squirm, not to give away how sweltering his presence was— how it affected you. How Luffy’s side profile made you stare a little too hard at the cut of his tense jaw.

 Thankfully, it doesn’t last long.

 Sanji leaves calmly, saying something to his Captain about locking the door before it closes firmly behind him.

 The tension dissipates, and Luffy’s easy smile returns just as quickly. The room brightens immediately with his mood now that the two of you are finally alone in the kitchen. Just the way you wanted.

 You turn to him, and your breath finally returns to your lungs, frustrations melting. “What was that about?”

  He waves it off dismissively, his laughter easing his features once again. “Forget him. Sanji’s super protective over the kitchen”.

 “Maybe ‘cause you always create a mess”, you tease lightly, going back to clearing up the huge bowl he devoured.

 “Food is too good to sit in the fridge!”

 “Then how will you preserve it? Fridges are important”, you say matter of factly. This was easier. Talking to him. It brought back the lightness in your conversation.

He huffs, his voice trailing off when you walk over to the counter, “I’ll just eat it quickly”.

 “What about the day after?” you look at him over your shoulder, missing how his gaze shifts quickly to your eyes, “you can’t buy new food every day. And when you’re out on sea all the time—”

 “We can fish!”

 You roll your eyes playfully, making quick work of the dishes while he sits drumming on the table, “you can’t guarantee that there will be”. He hums in response, sounding distracted, and the conversation dies for a few seconds before you turn to him with a cheeky wink. “Don’t tell Chopper, but there’s secret stash of cotton candy behind the sink cabinet if you want some”.

 “Yes!!”

 You giggle, clearing up the sink like you promised and bending over slightly to rummage for the treat. “Found it!” you wipe the counter before moving over to sit beside him, handing him the snack, “All yours, Captain!”. He practically inhales it after ripping open the bag, but not before giving you a piece you idly pick at, not all that interested in anything but the comfort of his company.

 “y’know”, he begins to say, a sly smile on his pink, candy-tinted lips, “you’ve been really mean to me”.

 You scoff, his smile too infectious to maintain your frown, “I’ve been mean to you? How? I made you dessert”.

 Luffy snickers, his hand brushing against your thigh when he leans in, warm breath tickling your cheek, “cause of your skirts, they’re too short”.

 “And how is that mean?”

“When your skirts move up your thighs, everyone else can see your panties”. He grins, “I wanna be the only one who can”.

 Your cheeks burn, spluttering an awkward chortle that drowns beneath the sound of his laughter. “Oh, I’m sorry! Was that too forward?” He scratches the back of his head sheepishly, a boyish chuckle hiding the threat of his words, “I just can’t stand to see Usopp look at you”.

 “U-usopp looks at me?”

“Mmhmm, so does Brook”, his smile slants down, not quite into a frown, but it doesn’t reach his eyes or hold the same warmth. Gratifying, almost. His body inches even closer to yours, his every word touching your lips like a faint kiss. “He asks the girls what colour panties they have on every day. But I wanna punch him when he asks you”.

 “Why?” You flush, heat pooling between your thighs when his eyes linger a little too long. You swallow your nerves— about the only way you can speak, “Like you said, he asks every girl”.

 “Cause I want to know too”, he confesses boldly, “—but I don’t want anyone else to. Makes sense?”

 You nod, the implication too loud for you to ignore. The room stifles with the rising temperature he stimulates between you. This was a side to him you weren’t used to— flirtatious and forward. But his confidence was the same, his boldness ever-present. Just Luffy playing again, only a different sort of way.

 When you swallow the lump in your throat, you find yourself slipping into a teasing smirk and bump his knee, “Then should I stop wearing skirts? Captain?”.

 Luffy snaps out of his daze with a huff, “That’s stupid, then I won’t see your thighs”.

 He makes you laugh, his earlier conversation coming to light. “Do you like my thighs?”

Luffy nods heartily, “they look squishy and soft”.

 “I know”, you say bashfully, tugging on your skirt that squeezes against your plush flesh. “I heard you talking to Zoro earlier”.

 “I meant it!” He shouts, though his attention lingers a little too long on your lap, sounding far away in his mind as he speaks. “I like it, like your outfits. Your thighs, ass”. He meets your eyes, a coy smile tilting the innocence of his question, “do you like me?”

 The words fail you despite the obvious answer you want to shout.

 Of course, you do. He’s all you think about, dare to fantasise, hope to kiss. Yet, your bodies touch, and all you can feel is the distance your insecurity creates between you— faltering your confidence, fumbling your words.

 “I’m bigger than you, y’know”, you say flatly, “That doesn’t bother—”

 “You’re not that tall”, he scoffs, cutting off your rejection with a frown and a titled head, a familiar expression. He leans back and starts comparing your heads with his hand, though it is an unfair assessment considering you were both seated. “You’re average for a girl. I’ve seen some really tall girls and—”

 “No, no”, You take his hand from above your head, giving it a gentle squeeze to gain back his attention. His rough palm shooting sparks up your body. “I mean, my body is bigger than you”, you attempt to laugh, but all you manage is a slight grimace. It is as if his sincerity vanishes any shame of vulnerability. “My thigh is the same size as your head”.

 He hums, “yea, I know”.

  “Oh…”

“Big and squishy”, he hums again, smile shading into a sinful smirk that matches his hooded eyes a little too well. “Bet they’d feel good on me”.

 “Feel good?” you squeak, embarrassed at his teasing giggle. There was an intensity you couldn’t shake as though it were pulling you to him, a gravity made all on his own. Drawing you closer.

 “Yea”, he husks, “like you…on top of me”.

 It shouldn’t, but his sly leer makes you cinch your thighs to relieve an ache you try to ignore.

 But you can’t, not with this— not with his attention and his flirtatious leer making it hard to breathe, to think straight, about the only thing you can manage is stare at him. Taunting you with the proximity of his arousal purring from every breathless chuckle. Every lingering brush and light-hearted snicker stealing your resolve, leaving you lightweight, airy and incredibly flustered.

 Luffy has a sweet charm about him that makes it hard to dwell on your insecurities. It makes you bold, but the gnawing voice hissing at you makes it acutely aware of the size difference between you too.

 You are all curves, and he- he is- “But—”

 “I’m stronger than you”, he states plainly, the same way someone says the ocean is blue. As a matter of fact, a simple statement not up for debate or further conversation— and it still makes you pause, slinking another smug grin on his face. “You’re cute when you’re shocked! But I don’t know why you’d be shocked, you’ve seen me fight. I’d throw you up easy!” He flexes playfully, showing off a surprising bulge of muscles as he laughs, “I’d beat your ass, size doesn’t matter to me!”

   “Captain…”.

 “Oh! I don’t wanna hurt you!” He shouts, animatedly waving his hands in a panic, “There are lots of things I wanna do to your ass, but I didn’t mean beat you up! I’d never beat up a friend! Unless I hav’to, but I won’t hit you, promise!” He pauses, mulling something over before the corner of his lip tugs up, “unless you ask me to. I liked throwing you over my shoulder last time, remember?”.

 How could you forget? he practically kidnapped you to join his crew. It was exhilarating how effortlessly he lifted you and ran with you shouting over his shoulder.

 It excites you a little too much imagining him showing off that strength again.

 Pinning you down, gripping your thighs.

 “What—”, you wet your lips, noting how his eyes follow the movement of your tongue before you draw in a shaky breath. “What else have you thought about, Captain?”

 “The way you say Captain”, he murmurs, sounding a little breathier, a little more distracted while fixated on your plump lips, “makes me wanna...”.

 “What?” You whisper, unable to control how your chest rises and falls practically in his face. “Should I stop, Luffy?”

 “No”, his adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. There's a beat before amusement curls with his half-lidded eyes, dark mischief purring from his gaze. “You can say it any way you like”. Luffy slides in closer, his arm rests behind you, lightly brushing against your ass, his knee bumping into yours. “But you’re still being mean to me”.

 “How? Because of my skirt?”

 “Nah, your tits”. He laughs over your face, nudging you playfully with his knee, “you’re fun!”

 “You’re the one teasing me, Captain!” you huff, turning away from him with your arms crossed, tits pressed tightly you miss the flicker of his gaze. “You keep saying these things and laughing at me!”

 “I can’t help it! You make such funny faces when you’re flustered”, he giggles, a toothy grin flashing you with all its merriment, “makes me wonder how you’d look cummin’”. His voice lowers into a playful husk, “wonder if you’ll choke or cry pretty tears”.

 “Luffy”, you gasp, out of breath and unable to meet the wicked gleam in his eyes. You don’t know how to respond to it, to him and his bold confessions.

His brazen honesty. Yet the butterflies burst anyway, spreading warmth in the deepest parts of your core, and a smile you don’t even notice coaxes out as he continues to snicker.

  “So, can I?”

 You stare at him suspiciously, “can you what?”

 “See the face you make when you cum”.

  “Captain”.

 He tilts his head, “Is that a no? yes? Wait—” He stretches his arm, locking the kitchen door quickly, then turns to you, cheeks flushed and breathless with longing. “Say what you want”, he says boldly, “Cause I jus’ think you’d look pretty cummin’ on me. It drives me crazy thinkin’ about it all the time! It’s like, all I can imagine is you makin’ a mess on me. Sittin’ on my lap with your skirt up an’ thighs squishin’ me. I wanna see it for myself, kay?” His hands flex, keeping them on his own stool despite the hunger that thrums in him to kiss you, “I’ll make it feel so good, please?”

  “Now!?” your heart pounds, rushing blood and arousal faster than you can register his words, flurrying an excitement that matches the eagerness Luffy proudly exerts with his grin. “Here? I-”

 “Say it”, he presses, impatience buzzing but smiling at you anyway, “do you want me too?”

  “I—”

 “I wanna kiss you”, he blurts out when your hesitancy drags for too long. When you still don’t answer, he sits back, giving you the dignity to heave in a deep breath that makes him snigger. “I’m sorry, you jus’ get me all worked up”, he says impishly, pushing back his hat to rest on the string. “I wanna grab your face and kiss you, like all the time, but Usopp said I can’t do that”.

 “Why did he say that?”

 “He said I have’to ask you first. That I can’t jus’ touch you, like I really really want to. That you’d be mad if I kissed you without permission, but I don’t want you to be upset, I want you to want me too. I want you to like me too”, he reiterates firmly, then lightens his tone by talking with his hands again. “I usually don’t care ‘bout stuff like that, but Usopp likes you too, and it made me realise how much I like being with you! Your hugs feel different, I like it when you laugh at my jokes, it makes me feel even happier that I made you laugh! Like…like hot all over— Like, when I see you, I wanna kiss you an’ touch you, an’ feel you on top of’me! It drives me crazy!” He laughs cheerily, talking fast and over himself as you sit and admire his confidence.

 His pride, his passion.

He makes it all look so easy— talking jovially, confessing boldly.

 His heart exposed.

 As though the only thing holding him back are the short breaths between sentences, while you sit wide-eyed and incredibly flustered, unable to make a sound louder than a gasp.

 “—I think Zoro is sick of me talkin’ ‘bout you”, he continues to say, “but that’s jus’ cause I think we’d have lot’s’a fun together! I like bein’ friends with you, but like— in a different sort of way, with kisses an’ stuff, ya’know?” Luffy takes a deep breath, his face splitting into his signature grin, but this time, with a precious blush darkening his cheeks, “I really like you, but more than friends— does that make sense?”

 Your heart swells, pulsing a beat that matches the nervous drumming of his fingers on the counter, moved by his words in a way you are sure he doesn’t quite understand.

 He was closing the distance for you, by casting out the insecurities that stood in between. Forcing you to face them— your doubts, his feelings, your attraction. In the only way he knew how— boisterous and shameless. His confessions were fiercer than any gnawing whispers that dared to intervene.

 Luffy was infinitely braver than you.

 And you were only getting in your own way.

 “Luffy, come here”, you reach for him and tug on his shirt until he stands. He follows you blindly, allowing you to guide him till he is in front of you with his hands firmly by his sides, cracking them one finger at a time— breaking his nerves, counting the seconds.

 It was your turn to take the reins, to be brave.

 “I like it when you touch me”, you confess bashfully. “I like it when you stare at me, you have the cutest blush I’ve ever seen, even when Nami points it out to me— I just can’t keep a straight face around you”.

 The words stumble, and your confidence builds, talking ardently with his hands clasped warmly in yours; you give them a squeeze upon every affliction.

 “I admire you so much, you’re so caring and funny. And so strong! And your smile is…its magnetic. It gives me butterflies when you compliment me. Your confidence is…it’s so hot— when you stand up against enemies and your haki pulses, I-I just— I am in awe of you”. Your final words flow out in the gentlest breath, stretching his smile when you finally say; “Luffy, I really like you too…I-I want to be more than friends”.

  Luffy grins widely, rosy cheeks blooming, “...yea? With kisses an’ stuff?”

  A giggle bursts as you nod at him, “yea, with kisses an’ stuff”.

  His knees bump yours playfully, situating himself between your legs and caging you with your back against the counter. The room shrinks suddenly, containing nothing but you, him, and the rhythmic sound of your pulse. You try to contain your excitement, but it splits between your teeth forcing you to draw in a shaky breath through your nose.

 Neither of you say a word. And you could stay that way, just for a little while. Stay under the shine of his eyes, in the spotlight of his desires. Wishing you could pause this moment and sit between the seconds because you are finally basking in the radiance of a summer morning. All for you.

 The air stifles as he leans down, hands clenching the countertop tightly you can almost hear his knuckles crack. His lips part cutely, his stare burning, and you mirror his expression with the same exhilaration you feel bump blood in your cheeks. In your belly, in your cunt.

 Luffy exhales heavily, heart thundering, “So…can I kiss you now?”

 The word yes barely flows past your lips before he captures it in a searing kiss.

 You moan, melting into him, palming his firm chest the way you have fantasised about for so long, and feeling his heart drum beneath your fingertips when he licks the seam of your lips. stirring the butterflies in your belly into a roar.

 “Fuck, yea”, he rasps, nipping on your bottom lip lightly as he deepens the kiss. Cupping your face in his large palms, you gasp from his passion and the heat he elicits with his kiss.

 A kiss that feels needy, rushed. Hungry.

 His tongue plays with yours, and you can hardly keep up, but it makes you soften anyway. Tongue gently glides against you until he slips in a little further, stroking you with the type of kiss you ache to feel between your thighs.

 It’s addicting. Rousing.

 It’s a rush. And he chases it with you, answering your sighs and gasps with groans and greedy nibbles on your bottom lip. Something he licks and probes excitedly, growing addicted to the taste of you on his tongue.

 Luffy kisses you eagerly, and you mewl from his touch. His scent, his heat.

 “Fuck...”

 You tug him closer to feel him tight against your chest, and when he shudders, when he whimpers cutely into your lips, you claw at his pants. A fire bursts in your core to hear it again. The sort of fire that fuels desperation and stirs the depravity making you senseless to everything else that isn’t him. His hands, his lips.

 Your tits flush and squish unto his scarred chest— not even a breath apart, yet it is not enough for either of you, not when the kiss deepens, his hands leave your face and weave into your hair. Tangling his fingers and pressing you harder into his lips, slipping out the tiniest moan that breaks into a smile.

 “You taste like candy”.

 Luffy giggles into your kiss, licking the curve of your lips before trailing off to your cheek, neck, and shoulder. Leaving playful bites along the way that have you yelping and squirming, his warm breath fanning against heated skin. “You’re the one who tastes good”, he teases you with a big chomp on the shoulder, “gonna eat you up, pretty”.

 You roll your eyes and give his hips a squeeze, “I’m not a piece of meat, Luffy”.

 He grabs your waist and hoists you up on the counter, grinning when you shout in surprise from his casual bout of strength. “I meant your pussy”, he says brazenly, “its why your skirts kill me, I think about doing this—” Luffy ducks his head under your skirt and licks a broad stroke on your panty-covered slit.

 “Ahh! Lu-luffy!”

 “mmm, pink panties”, he murmurs, ignoring your startled huffs and lifts his head momentarily, “I won’t let Brook ask you again. It’s mine now”.

 “Luffy, no!”

 Your screech does nothing but make him snicker, the sound muffled by your thighs that compress against his head when he dives back in. His tongue does quick work brushing up and down on your panties, dampening it lewdly with slick and salvia that stick to your flesh. You tremble, sigh and buck into his mouth. Shrinking quickly to the lust he pulses in your sex as he rubs your most intimate parts, pulling sighs from kiss-swollen lips swirling into a blend of salacious sounds in the room.

 “You’re, uhh-ahh— you’re too good at th-is, stop teasing, please..”. His nose ruts on your clit, the friction of the cloth making you twitch harder for a pressure deeper than his teasing. For something rough, hard and most likely uncut and heavy…but Luffy only sniggers, grazing his teeth on your panty-covered labia just to feel you quiver into his mouth.

 “Can’t help myself”, he grins, lifting his head from his new favourite place. “You taste better than I imagined, y’have no idea how often I thought of doin’ this”.

“How often?” you ask tentatively, a panting wreck when all he’s done is play with you.

 “til my cock hurt”, he pouts cutely, eyes widening fake innocence while thumbing the dips of cellulite that decorate your thighs, “could hardly sleep ‘cause of you. So mean to me wearin’ these lil’ skirts all the time”. Luffy tugs on it, bunching it up in his fists, “it’s’okay, we’ll use it to clean up all the cum later”.

 You shove him, his laughter rings between your legs, “you’re so stupid”, you huff.

  “And you smell good”, he groans, falling back under your skirt and spreading you wider for his pleasure while flattening his tongue on your clothed pussy. “mmm, getting’ messy fo’me, yea?” His cock jerks from the mewls you try to swallow, but he can feel your pussy soak the flimsy material with every one of his touches. Every lick and playful bump of his nose stirs a gasp you try to hide. Luffy grins, finding enjoyment in this sensual game. “That’s dirty, hehe… lemme clean it up, kay?”

 You answer in an undignified whimper, one that makes him laugh some more as he peels your sticky panties to the side and licks the shiny string that connects them. “Fuck”, he swallows a heavy lump, then hurriedly lifts your hips and tugs off your panties all the way. Impatience thumping through his chest.

 “W-wait, Luffy—”

 “I need to see it all”— is the only thing he says above your weak protests. Your panties he takes as a prize he pockets secretly.

 Luffy hums appreciatively, his fixation feeling a little more exposed than the nudity he subjects you to. Twisting embarrassment that forces enough clarity to have you realise you were bottom naked on the kitchen counter with your Captain. With Luffy, of all people, making you nervous in a way none of the other girls would believe.

 Thighs spread, slit wet.

 “W-We can’t, not in here”. You try to reason, try to close your legs and sit up, but he holds you down with his gaze. With the hyper focus and intensity that pulsates in them, pinning you to the counter and setting you a flame harder than his praises.

 “Be good for me, kay? It’s jus’ us”. He hurriedly shrugs off his red shirt and unbuttons his shorts, but doesn’t strip any further, revealing the heavy tent that indecently shapes his erection through the dark fabric of his underwear.

 Now you are the one staring.

 Your mouth hangs open in a small o, not that would ever fit the girth Luffy has somehow managed to conceal all this time, making his cheeks blossom with your stare. His pants sag now that they are loose. Dark tuffs of hair peak beneath the waistband, titillating the evidence of his arousal. Begging to be free. A hefty bulge pushing against the cloth with a raunchy, crude stain that has you squeezing your thighs and shuffling to try and ease the pressure in your achy cunt.

 The curl of his smile returns, one that makes you shudder beneath his hand when he grips your thigh, coaxing them open. “It’s jus’ us”, he says gently, “You, me, an’ you’re cute pussy”.

 “Luffy! You can’t say that”.

 “Why not? You’re the prettiest girl ever”, he grins, unable to tear his gaze away as he slides his thumb between your puffy lips, “wow, so sticky…”. His fingers tenderly prod and roll your clit, strong hands delicately slow for your pleasure. He takes careful note of all the noises you emit when he sinks a finger in your cunt— when he slips it along your slit. How your back arches when he presses deep and curls his fingers into a squishy spot. All the sighs and mewls that escape a reward for his efforts. A lewd fascination darkens his expression with the viscous moisture that paints his fingers and glosses your puffy vulva in a shining coat. “No, no, don’t run from it”, he coos, cradling your plush hip and keeping you pinned one-handed. “Lemme watch, I like how your pussy sucks on my finger, fuck…like its gripping me…” His words husk into a low groan, “wow, imagine my cock in you…in deep…ohh s’tight, ngh, so tight on my finger, pretty. Your pussy likes me, hehe”.

 You want to tell him to shut up, to stop teasing you, to release his hold on you and collect a decent breath. But you don’t, you can’t, any lies to make him stop choke into a moan. Thrumming lust-filled blood through your core, aching your clit. Your body betrays you with another buck of your hips─ desperately searching for a release he plays with as his thick fingers idly glide upon your sensitive folds, sliding them up and down─ collecting the gooey wetness dripping on his digits with your cunt obscenely clenching in front of him.

 “Wowowow, my fingers are all wet hehehe”. He licks up the sopping mess on his fingers, smiling as he does. “mmm, s’nice…”. Luffy leans down, hooking his arms over your thighs and locking you in place— shushing you gently upon seeing the panic begin to rise when his mouth is inches from your cunt, “shh, it’s’okay, you gonna make my face wet too, yea?”

 “Ohh, uhhh-ah, Lu-Luffy! Not here!” your whole body curls into his tongue, faltering the weak objections that have you withering in the iron clutches keeping you cinched in his grasp.

 “shh, you’re doin’ so well, I love it”, he mumbles, slick squelching on his lips, murmuring praises that muffle his mouth in your cunt when you try to break free. “Pussy s’pretty— so so pretty. Lemme taste— jus’ a lil’, please, please?”

 “But what if some-one waa-alks in?” you whinge, attention glued on the door and the tiny window that could expose the scene between you, while your heavy breaths do a poor job disguising your gasps.

 “Doors locked”, he states, licking the sensitive bites he marks on your tender thighs. “it’s’okay, it’s jus’ us”.

 “You sure?”

 He only nods, that muffled mm-hmm he says when he’s busy with his meal, burying his face into your sex as if it were food on a plate. Lapping and slurping on your cunt— his smile caresses your skin when you moan for him prettily. Lips parted, breaths uneven. Your voice carries into low whines resembling his name, cute sounds that tingle down his spine with half-garbled protests making him press harder to drown them out. Stretching the hot muscle to a fatter girth that fills you beautifully, tight walls rippling the deeper he drags his tongue along the spongy spots in your pussy.

 “ple-goddd— Luffy! Ahh-uhh…slow dow-wn!”

 He ignores you again, too drunk to even think of releasing you before he has his fill because you churn the deepest grunts and sighs from him, setting alight a fever of lust he can feel building in his abdomen. Coursing through the thin veins in his cock. A relatively new sensation he chases in the heat of your cunt. In the sounds of your pleasure.

 You can tell by the slow jerks of his hips, in his throaty grumbles against your flesh that he’s trying to ignore the thick bulge tenting his pants. You attempt to reach for him, to shift out of his hold and pull shudders too— but he pins you down harder. Flexing his strength against your plump curves into the cold counter.

 “Don’t run from me”, he whines, dipping his fingers in and out in quick succession to gain back those salacious cries. “Lemme stay right here for’a’bit. I like it too much to stop, kay?”

 You huff a broken chuckle, the counter sticking to your flushed skin, “you shouldn’t look so cute talking like that”.

 “Like what? How good your pussy tastes?” Luffy peers at you through his lashes, “or how much my cock aches fo’you?” He laughs breathily at your girlish stammer, swiping his thumb on his bottom lip and licking off the excess, “hol’ still, ‘m still hungry”.

 Your needy mewls surge as Luffy dives back in and eats messily.

 Long strokes of his tongue massage your silky folds, gliding up and down in wide, flat brushes with his nose lightly rutting against the sensitive nerves of your clit. Your chest heaves, the room spinning as your lashes flutter against your cheeks, collecting the tears that bead tiny balls of ecstasy. Only suited by the wet splashes of his tongue resounding with his loud grunts— the room doused in the lingering sounds of sex, his calloused hands squeeze the soft fat of your thighs in a vice grip, digging his nails into the grooves of your cellulite like they are made for him.

 “pretty, pretty pussy”, he groans, keening when you claw at his hair, “wet n’ sticky...mmm, I like your pussy”. Luffy’s incoherent mumbles dribble slick down his chin. He quickly laps it up, greedy and keening not to miss a single drop of sweetness that seeps from your cunt. “It’s mine now, yea?” he glances up at you, his mouth glistening, chin shining, staring at you wide-eyed and expectedly. “I get to do this whenever I want?”

 “Ye-yeah”, you swallow the nervous lump in your throat, senses haywire and your clit pulsing for his kiss. “Whenever you want”. You can’t imagine not doing this again.

 “Yes! Can’t wait to tell Usopp how your pussy tastes!”

 “Wait, no-! uhh, fuuuckk- Luffy!”

 The wet smacks of his mouth and veiled grumbles fill your ears as you throw your head back, clinging to his fluffy locks for stability when your breath is knocked out in a long moan.

 “Oh god, ohhh god. Jus’ like that, s’good, fuckk. Such’a good boyy”.

 “Yea? Feel that good? shishi— ya’ feel’so tight on my tongue, fuuuckk… can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you on my dick squeezin’ me like this. Make my cock nice’n’wet…shit— sexy, pretty girl Cum fo’me, please, need to taste it first, then I’ll fuck you. Fuck you on the table— fuck you on the floor, wall, I dunno— figure it out ina’bit. Sound good?” he slurps loudly, “Yea, it do, shishi— your pussy says so. Creamin’ all over my mouth hehe”.

 “Luffy! Don’ talk like that, uhhh- fuuuuck, baby”.

 “Ya’ like that? Mmm…I’ll talk fo’you then, make you feel goo’ fuckin’ you with my tongue, huh? Like this? Uhh-uhhh- ahh, fuck, you’re makin’ a mess on me”, he coos. His lips squish your clit, pursing his mouth and sucking the sensitive nub playfully before releasing it with a sweet pop. Drool hangs off his tongue as he pants heavily, your labia shining with sticky residue, puckered hole aching to be stuffed full─ you’re so pretty. It excites him to finally touch you like this, a perverted sort of eagerness he shamelessly expresses above your moans. “I like your pussy. She’s so-so cute fo’me. Look-look—” He dips his fingers inside and shows you the stringy mixture that leaks from you, “See? It’s drippin’ all’over, makin’ such a dirty mess. ya’like me that much, yea? hehe”.

 “Quit it”, you sigh half-heartedly through the haze.

 Your pride can’t handle Luffy’s teasing. He’s too good, too observant. He touches you with no skill or guidance, he simply plays with your pussy on his tongue. Swirling, flicking, swishing the hot muscle over your soaked pussy lips over and over. Fucking your cunt. Calling you pretty, talking with his mouth full. You cry out and clamp your mouth shut just as quickly, making him grunt unhappily.

 “Don’t do that”, he rolls his tongue harder, rubbing into your velvety walls until he hears that cry of his name, and the playfulness of his touch begins again.

 His satisfaction bleeds with the slick that trickles out, sparkling his skin with addictive tingles that tastes like you. He needs more. More of you, more of your moans, more of your supple body squishing against his. Luffy is greedy like that. About your body, your smile, your cries— he’d lick your tears if he can break away from your clit fast enough. He needs this, desperately. Needs you. If there was anyone out there stifling their flustered laughter behind their hands, they could hear it in the pitiful pleas he makes in your cunt.

  You’re so close, his cock aches.

 “Lemme taste your cum, please. I can feel’ya tighten’in on’me”.

 It is— you feel it, your pussy quivers on his tongue. Clit twitches on his lips, tummy fluttering. “don’t stoppp”, you whine incessantly. Struggling to maintain coherency when your release bubbles and his name topples in broken gasps. Curling your toes, trembling your thighs. “Imma cu-um uhh-ahh, fu-fuuckk, yes ye-es!! Luffy!” praises fall in high whines. Coil snapping, back taut─ you feel the pleasures light your nerves, touching every cell that bursts in your core as your orgasm erupts, coating his face, chest and mouth with cum.

 “That’s it, that’s it, cum fo’me”, he grunts, panting feverishly through the lewd squirts that splash from your release, using the tip of his thumb to brush soothing circles on your puffy clit. Devouring every drop of your essence you offer him— throbbing a delicious ache turning you into a pathetic, pliable mess that Luffy squeezes and caresses as you descend from your high.

 “Good girl, so-so good— ya’made such a mess shishishi”.

 He buries his face back into your sex, cleaning up the gooey mess and sensitising every nerve he touches with the pad of his finger and the tip of his tongue.

 Sweat beads down your brow, breath stuttering inaudible mewls as you squirm in his grip, twisting your hips to run from his mouth when it all becomes too much. “Luffy, st-stop”, you exhale, tugging on his hair for attention when his slurping turns sloppy again. “Fu-uck me now, ahh, Luffy! Didn’t you pro-promise me, to fuck me nice?”

 He snaps his head up, releasing you suddenly— excitement glowing, face wet. “Wan’ me to fuck you now?!”

 You nod, exhaling heavily. Finally, you sit up, smoothing your skirt over your lower half and covering the glossy sheen of your inner thighs to cup his face, wiping the excess off his cheeks. “Yes, Captain”, you purr sweetly, “fuck me nice’an hard”.

 Luffy leaps up hastily, fumbling with his pants to remove them. A heady sense of urgency overwhelmed his mind. “Fuck-fuck!” He hisses to himself, kicking off his shorts and underwear once they pass his knees, freeing his hardened cock that hangs heavily. A girthy erection donning a two-tone tan/brownish hue on his shaft with a blush, darkened tip and a visible vein that trails along the side beneath round balls you ache to weigh on your tongue. It doesn’t sit completely erect, the meaty heft to it slants him down, dripping pearly beads of his arousal you longingly part your lips to taste.

 Fuck.

 “Come ‘ere”.

 “Wait— ohh, shit! L-Luffy!”

 He snatches you up, stripping off your top, lifting you from the counter by your thighs, and barely waits for you to cling to his body before walking over to the nearest flat surface— which just so happens to be the massive fridge.

 “But—”

“Tell me later, fuck now”, he grunts, pressing you tight against the metal container only so he can release one hand to grasp his cock, lining himself up with your dripping cunt. Luffy grins suddenly, your shallow breaths caressing his lips, “nice an’ hard, yea?”

 You nod, anticipation churning, lust thickening.

 Luffy pushes in, and something hot— something sensual and molten flushes across his stomach. It's hard and fast and pulls his balls tight, bucking his hips until his cock is fully sheathed in your warmth. His abdomen clenches, muscles quiver— “Ohh god”, he chokes, diving in deeper, harder. He can just about hear your moans, even as they’re breathed right into his jaw, the laboured slaps of his hips encase the room. Filling you, intoxicating him. Your pussy already moulding perfectly into the shape of his girthy dick.

 Every curve, ridge and vein finds a home in your cunt, fit snugly and warm as he whispers filth in your ear. Calling you pretty again and again— through the teasing affliction is replaced by pitiful, needy pleas to your body, to your heat, to the little trembles twitching on his cock. Followed by your name hissing through gritted teeth as he plunges into the softness of your pussy— into the lust that sears his skin. Gasping delirious praises as if the flutters of your walls and spews of slick are answers to his babbles.

 You think you warn him— something about the fridge, or the sheer size of his cock bullying your delicate flesh— but none of it registers the way his name does. The pressure is blinding, your cunt clings to him, and he splits you open with every harsh snap of his hips. Fucking you frantically. Chasing an orgasm you can feel the ripple of his abs against your stomach already.

 Ears tinted red, cheeks dusted pink, his bottom lip clenched in his teeth, looking wrecked and insanely cute— you hold him close, planting kisses along his neck. The teasing glint in his eye has vanished, and his mouth hangs open instead— spilling drool into your chest as wretched gasps tear from his throat.

 “I like you better like this”, you hum, pushing back the sweaty strands that cling to his forehead. Hungry, hooded and drunk on arousal suited Luffy in a way only your cunt understood as it fluttered on him and triggered another hitched moan.  “Cum, ple-ease, Luffy. Need to feel you cum”, you coo at him, smiling when he lifts his head and whines a sound like your name. His lust-blown eyes brimming with unshed tears, your chest swells with pride. “Feel good, Captain?” you can’t help but tease, “y’like fuckin’ me, mm? uhh- I nev’er imagined you’d be so big”.

 He digs his fingers in your meaty thighs, holding onto a pinch of clarity as your nipples rub on his chest. Soft an’ squishy an’ so warm he can’t help but push against it. “God-nnghh, ya’feel so-so good, pretty”, he whimpers. “It’s’like ya’pussy’s grippin’ me, beggin’ for’it. ‘s’wet, ya’hear it? how wet y’are? Shh, shh, listen—” raunchy, sticky splats echo between you, heated arousal saturating your bodies, soiling your skirt, splattering on his pelvis and staining your inner thighs. Each punch of his hips spills pre-cum into your cushy walls as Luffy groans loudly, raking bite sized kisses when he buries his face in your shoulder. “’mma cum, pretty. Cu-uuhh, cum in you”, he says, saliva dripping messily on your skin, “Make’a hot, dirty mess in you— an’then I’mma fuck’ya ahh-ahh, sh-it— ‘mma fuck you hard, sweet girl. Ohh god! uhhh…‘yer pussy’s mean to’me”, he huffs, pawing at your ass, “makin’ my dick hu-urt— fuck! s’tight, ughh”.

 “mmm, thought y’loved my pussy?”

 “I do! So-so-so much”, he squeaks, each syllable followed by a hard thrust. His words stay rugged and croaked, pistoning into your sopping cunt hastily. Clumsily. “gon’a tell ‘em how goo’ you’are. Tell ‘em ya’mine! Tell ‘em ‘yer pussy gets wet fo’me an’ s’queezes on’my cock, uhh-uhh, she like that, huh? She jus’ pulsed on me, shishi, y’like e’vryone knowin’? hehe, we’ll show’em who y’belong to. ahh, fu-ck, I’ll bite y’ass an’ you can bend over— ya’skirt will show’em shishishi— ohh goddd, keep-keep clenchin’ like that, nnghh uhh-uhh, pretty girl, I’ll fuck ya in my spot next, right in the open—  nghh-shit! dirty-nasty girl ahh-haha bein’ turned on from people seein’ you? ‘yer ass bouncin’ an’ ridin’ my cock? Fu-uuck— fuck, fuck!”

 He’s so hard, so worked up. Luffy opens his mouth, but only a strangled moan huffs out this time— his cock squelching as he ruts and humps and jerks into your pussy. “Ohh, fu-uhh, ye-s. please, ple-ease!”

 “Cum, I wan’ it, Luffy— cum in me, please”.

 His hair tickles your cheeks as he nods. Gripping your flesh, panting your name— rocking into you faster and faster, mindlessly thrusting and crying and cooing until splotches of creamy cum shoot out in thick gobs.

 “Ohh! Fuck!” he squeals, giggling through his laboured breaths as his orgasm punches through him so quickly you shudder in his embrace. “In, in! Ta-ake it!” he pumps into you drunkenly, his grin lopsided and gaze misty. “God, Fuck”. Murmurs of good boy nuzzle into his cheek, coaxing him through the ropes of thick cum that spill from the sides and coat you both in its sordid mixture.

 His cock stays stiff, his high buzzing. “’m still hard”.

 Luffy bounces you back up in his arms securely. His balance stays perfect, even though the carnal fog that shakes your plush body up an’ down— Luffy’s got you. He rocks into you, rattling the giant fridge that keeps you from wriggling out of his grasp because Luffy doesn’t stop. He doesn’t breathe past a croak and doesn’t give you a moment to adjust, not when your pussy grips him like that or smears sticky kisses all over his length.

 And you’re not any better. Words fail you; moans fall, his lips stay just inches from yours and yet you can’t gather the strength to tilt your chin and touch them. Silently begging him to be closer when he’s already caressing the deepest, most delicate parts of your skin. You claw at his back, roll your hips, and shudder from the pulsating thickness that stretches your cunt.

 “fuuuck”, His muscles ripple as he shifts, taking you with him. “Floor, need you deeper”.

 Suddenly, you’re on your back— gently laid on top of the tablecloth he drags down onto the floor to use as a blanket. Luffy manoeuvres you swiftly, folding you in half, wasting no time or trickles of spent cum that leaks from you before sinking back in— skin to skin, breaths hot, legs bent and over his shoulders. A full mating press shrinking your lungs, heaving only horrid gasps Luffy drinks in a sloppy kiss.

 Tongues gliding, moans melding.

 Lust-scented sweat drenches both your bodies, scorching you with desperation you had never felt burn your core this way. Shrouding an erotic sort of haze that makes you frantic to relieve the ache he stimulates with every stroke of his length. Yet he doesn’t hear you above his own cries, delving his cock in deep, bruising the spongy walls of your cunt with his fat dick and blood-filled veins dragging along the skin.

 Luffy fucks almost mercilessly, his stamina unyielding, his kisses ravishing— pumping his cock in and out like pleasurable punches to the gut while you stay subjected to his unrelenting pace. You try pushing at his belly, untangling your limbs, but Luffy is much stronger than you.

 His strong thrusts clap your bodies together, a harsher sound than before. Gravity doing half the work for him while he freely gropes your tits. Kneading your cushy belly, your curvy hips, your fat ass. So much of you to grab, to pinch and massage. He can’t get enough, too hungry for his pleasures now that his fantasies don’t vanish in a blink.

 He should be savouring it, in the back of his mind he knows that— but the way his thick shaft reappears lathered in a warm layer of cum from every roll flurries a dark, gluttonous need to see more. It’s not only arousal and passions anymore, it’s a deep seeded hunger to feel you pliant and cum-soaked. Your plush body was made for him that way. Your ass, chub and hips are the perfect fit for Luffy’s greedy hands.

 And Luffy is not the type of man to be shy about his preferences.

 “pretty girl, I love touchin’ you”, he nips at your cheek, swallowing at your moans with a kiss, “’yer body so-so soft!” he chomps playfully at your breasts, tonguing the areolas, teething on your nipples. “hol’ on”, he groans suddenly, lifting his pelvis and slamming back in your warmth, “fuuck, ahh, it’s’like ‘yer pussy’s droolin’ on me ev’ry time, shit. Can’t stop doin’ that hehe”. He uses his hands this time, tweaking at your nipples with the rough pads of his fingers, “please, ple-ease don’ wear a bra ‘round me anymore, kay? ‘yer boobs are perf, soft an’squishy!” he makes them bounce, his chuckles sounding more and more strained with your pussy spasming on his thrusts.

 Sparking lust with every impact, you can almost feel the imprint of his cock— the touch of his veins, the kiss of his tip, the swell of his fat balls spanking your ass— your inner walls suckling on every inch. Smearing wetness all over him. A sob tears through your throat as he presses down on your belly, pumping into your cunt gaping on his cock, teasing his finger on your clit just to feel you quiver around his girth.

 You cry out breathlessly, a warning of your impending release— or something that sounds close to it. Truthfully, you claw at the tablecloth beneath you, withering and trembling, locked in a position he has total control over. Only being able to answer in yes and just like that, lost in the sensuality of his arousal.

 His greedy hands groping you exactly the way he always intended. His tongue swirling on your pebbled bud, his teeth nibbling and leaving their mark on every surface his neck stretches to. His, his, his.

 Hard and rough and so, so good.

  “Luffy! Ohh, Lu-uffy, I-I—” you cry nonsensically, pretty tears falling past your lashes now as the blend of sensations rip through your core. Praises stumbling, gasps falling—

 “Cu-um with me”, Luffy pleads, teary-eyed and hips faltering, “make my cock wet, ple-ahh, please!”

 “ohhh, god!” you wail, your orgasm ripples and you cry out his name like a depraved prayer into the column of his neck as clear cum squirts out and splashes on his pelvis, soaking the makeshift blanket.

 “ye-es, that’s it— ahh-haa”, he giggles hysterically.

 Luffy answers your cries with throaty rasps as he cradles your body, quickly following suit into a mind-numbing pleasure as he rides the wave of your combined release until his stuttered strokes turn into languid glides— filling your spongy walls with hot blasts of cum for a second time.

 Your nails rake down his back, moaning blissfully in the aftershocks of your orgasm, holding him close, smiling wide. 

 For a while, your breaths take the time to even out, slowly descending from the high you shared as he releases your thighs and presses kisses where his hands gripped too tight. Murmuring his apologies for every dig and teeth mark that decorates your supple skin, kisses feeling faintly like pleased smirks whenever his lips touch you. And you melt into it anyway. His hands, his kiss, his praises.

 Low rasps of “pretty girl” merge with your sighs as Luffy sinks into your arms, panting widely. dabbling kisses on your neck as you cuddle him yet unable to resist the temptation to start slowly rocking his hips just to hear you whimper and push at his chest again. Flaring a gentle warmth between you when it triggers tiny tremors in your creamy walls.

 Luffy laughs breathily between your whines, canting his hips, digging into your flesh. Mesmerised by the hot layer of cum that paints his shaft and the rings of white, slippery juices creating bubbles at the base of your pubic bones at every drag.

 “Luffy”, you whine, exhaustion slurring your words. “I need a minute if you wanna go again. Not everyone has your stamina”.

 “shh, s’okay, look-look”, Luffy pulls out slowly, watching the mixture drool from your sensitive hole. A big spurt spits out first, then ever so steadily copious spills of gooey semen and wet squirts seep from your cunt, soaking the cloth as it pools down your thighs. He snickers, “so dirty, you made my cock all shiny”.

 You slap his arm tiredly, your whole body humming and sticky while he sits back on the balls of his feet, grinning down at you, and you never felt more beautiful.

 He’s silent for a moment, though his eyes are soft as he stares.

Luffy leans down and cups your face, his hands large and warm holding your sweet cheeks in his palms. He smiles widely, gaze hooded, lips parted.

 Your breath hitches.

“You make the cutest face when you cum”.

 You slap him again, and his laughter rings loudly.

 His smile is bright, his joy contagious, and the sheen of sweat glowing on his skin makes him glow that much brighter.

  Luffy is so pretty.

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Self Restraint

summary: Zoro’s grown a bit too content in his life after beginning to date you… too lazy. After finding an interesting magazine, he finds the perfect way to train himself in self restraint… with your help.

cw: f!reader, established relationship, edging, overstimulation, orgasm delay/denial, uhhh nsfw if you couldn’t tell

a/n: if the tense keeps changing, no it doesnt

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Zoro prided himself on being a man with little to no wants or needs.  If he had food, a place to sleep, and of course, his swords, he could survive anyone and anything. 

And then you came along and trampled his holy trinity into the ground beneath your pretty little shoe.  As he spent more time with you, he found that he was *wanting*. Wanted to see your face.  Wanted to hear your voice.  Wanted to feel your body.

It’s only got worse when you had reciprocated his feelings on that fateful night on the Thousand Sunny.  That night when he cradled you so close, his breath mingling with yours and those sweet, sweet, lips of yours crying his name.

That’s when those wants turned to needs.  The gates of heaven had opened to him and he didn’t have it in himself to turn away.

He was becoming selfish, taking and taking and taking simply because he enjoyed it.

He found himself in your room when he could be training.  Whispering sweet praises into your ears when he should have been meditating.

Roronoa Zoro was growing lazy and he didn’t like it one bit. His self control was slipping and it was all your fault.  But he had absolutely no clue how to fix the mess he’d gotten himself into. 

The idea only struck him when he had found himself rummaging through Sanji’s locker, in search of the sword polish he had been so sure that asshole had taken.  In his search he accidentally stumbled upon a *certain* kind of magazine, certainly not the one delivered by the News Coo.  The swordsman could only assume where the perv had gotten it from.  Zoro shoved the magazine back where he found it… but not before ripping a page out and shoving it in his pocket.

It was about mid afternoon when Zoro stalked into your shared quarters and stripped until he was as naked as the day he was born.  He cast his clothes to the floor and stared at you a scowl on his lips, as if expecting something.  “Hey,” Zoro huffed, “Hey woman.”

You were reading, or maybe writing, Zoro was a bit too preoccupied to tell.  His mind was thinking of the best way to propose the ludicrous idea that had been swimming in his head the past few nights.

You lazily glance up at Zoro, giving his toned body a quick once over, before turning back to your papers.  “Mhm… you look very strong.” You hummed placatingly with a firm nod.  You had seen Zoro naked enough times by now to no longer be fazed… too much.  You’d grown use to him coming into your room and taking off his shirt, waiting for you to compliment his physique, or ask him how he had trained that day.  It was a bit prideful, but you’d come to find it endearing, and frankly flattering that he wanted to hear praise from you.  Many said that he was blunt it was a trait you loved about him-

“Tch.  I need you to jerk me off.” The swordsman made a vague motion with his hand before stooping down to dig around in his pockets before producing a paper, it’s torn and crumpled.  Zoro thrust it out awkwardly, waving it around as he waited for you to take it.

Now *that* caught your attention.  You blink once, then twice.  You drop your book and look at him with raised eyebrows.  Your boyfriend wasn’t one to blush, he was no prude, and he knows what he wants, but your eyes land on his ears, where the tips are just the slightest bit pink. Cute.  Crawling towards the end of the bed and snatching the waving paper from his hand, your lip twitches in amusement.

In big red letter it reads, ‘Train Your Pup’ and below it is a pornographic photo of a man and woman on a bed, the man with tears in his eyes as the woman had her hand wrapped around his almost inhumanly large cock.  The man had obviously cum multiple times, his entire body flushed as the woman sat behind him, her chin resting on his shoulder while her pretty manicured nails grasp the man’s flushed and abused length.  You weren’t one to judge, but this picture was rather extreme; nipple clamps, handcuffs… and was that a whip in the corner?

You try to stifle your laughter as you look back up to Zoro, his expression entirely serious as he nodded his head to you.  “I won’t cum.” He says firmly, his hands balled into fists, “But you need to try your best to make me.”

“…Edging.” You supplied.

“Sure.” Zoro snatched the paper from your hands and pointed at the man, “And I won’t cry like this fool either.  If I ever cry during sex or otherwise, I want you to stab me through the heart.”

You blink up at him, what was this about, and how did he find an erotic magazine.  He wouldn’t…

“You’re not Sanji right?  Did you guys switch bodies or something?”

Zoro’s face sours as if he had just sucked on a lemon and you wave a hand at him, “Sorry, forget I asked.  This just isn’t very… I don’t know… you.”

“It’s training, woman.” Zoro crumples the page into a ball and tosses it into a random corner. “You’ve made me lazy and content, this is your fault.”

You were completely and utterly confused, but if this was what Zoro wants… you weren’t going to deny him.

—

That’s how you end up with your back against the headboard with Zoro practically in your lap.  Your legs resting on top of his as if to keep his thighs parted.  You try to replicate the position of the woman in the photo, but Zoros’ shoulders are a bit too broad and he has to slump slightly to let you see what you’re doing.

He’s only half hard and your hand absentmindedly strokes up and down to get him fully erect. It was training after all, Zoro wasn’t exactly preoccupied with sex. You rest your cheek against his shoulder, looking at his face in an attempt to get a glimpse of what he’s thinking.  But he simply watches your hand, as if mesmerized by the way your thumb slides against his tip, making his breath catch just slightly.  Your hand looks small compared to his cock, your thumb and middle finger just barely able to wrap around his base.

Zoro loved watching your hand work, the way your hand would slide down to cup his balls while the other eased precum out of his steadily throbbing cock.  He blinked and suddenly he was fully erect, his tip brushing against his abdomen. Damn, that was fast.

“We should think of a safe word.” Your words lull against Zoro’s ear and he is paying just enough attention to furrow his brow in confusion.

“Hell’s that?” He gruffs, shifting his hips and parting his thighs more to give you better access, your nails run along Zoro’s length and he clicks his tongue.

“You’re dense, y’know that?  It’s for if it becomes too much, you say the word and I stop.”

“I won’t need that.  I’ve grown lazy but I still have some self control.”

“Zoro.”

“Seriously, woman, I don’t need it.”

“Zoro.”

“Gah, fine.” Zoro’s face turns into an annoyed scowl, you had pulled your hand away when he had begun to argue with you and he didn’t like it.  His thighs twitched. “Pick a word then, I don’t care.”

“Bumblebee.” Zoro can feel your amused smile against his back and he groans quietly, muttering about how stupid this was it is and how he didn’t need a damn safe word.

As you begin to stroke Zoro’s cock at a relatively controlled pace, your hand starting at the base before sliding up with a loud *schlick*, you’d spend a few moments taking care of his tip before grasping firmly and tugging back down.

Zoro grits his teeth and looks to the ceiling, his fingers twitching. “Today, we’ll only do 40 minutes-“

Your hand pauses and you pull back slightly, “40 minutes? You’re joking, my wrist will get tired.”

“Then use your mouth.”

—

Zoro tries to meditate at first, keep the feeling of pleasure at bay.  But he wasn’t used to trying to deny an orgasm before.  For Zoro, an orgasm wasn’t a prolonged event, he would spend a few minutes feeling fucking great and then he would move on with his life.  Before you, self pleasure was nothing but merely rubbing a quick one out in the shower, or lying in bed and tugging at his cock as if trying to rip it off. And once he met you, not much changed, except for the fact that he had someone to picture when he would touch himself. 

Zoro found that he cared much more for your pleasure, the feeling of himself orgasming was simply an added bonus.

Of course, Zoro liked fucking.  He loved it, really.  The way it felt, the intimacy, the control.  But what he liked even more was *you* being fucked.

Zoro felt much better about himself when he was making you twitch and gasp as his tongue swirled your clit.  His dick never felt better than when you were begging him to fuck you with it. His voice never sounded more attractive than when he was whispering soft praises in your ears. It almost felt like a sin to prioritize his pleasure over your own.

On the rare occasion that Zoro would let you suck him off, he enjoyed it, sure, but he’d much rather have you ride his face. He didn’t like the idea of him being the only one being pleasured, it made him feel almost… humiliated.  Despite how much you would reassure him that making him feel good made you feel good, it always left a strange feeling in his stomach.

So yeah… this was a new experience for him to simply sit there… and take it.  Is this how you always felt when he takes care of you?

His abdomen spasms as your hand speeds up and he curses quietly, torn from his thoughts.  “Other hand… use it…” He pants softly, his fingers digging into the fat of your thigh as he licks his lips.

Zoro shuts his eyes again, steadying his breath as your hands work skillfully. He runs through the steps of how to clean a sword.  He imagines training with his sword.  Imagines the basics of wielding a sword.

Swing, step through.

Swing, step through.

Swing, step-

Fuck, you smell good.

Your lips latch onto his neck and startles him from the half meditative state he had managed to pull himself into.  Zoro grunts, his hips bucking and his lips pursing.  

His cock aches, he’s close.

Soft grunts and huffs spill past his lips and he slips a hand behind himself, wedging his fingers between your navel and his back.  He shimmy’s his digits past your shorts and tugs on the hood of your clit.  But instead of stimulating the small bud as you were expecting, he pushes past and slides his finger along your slit.  He listens to the soft keen that escapes your lips and he nearly cums right then and there.  He jerks against your hold, sitting up straighter as that soft sound of pleasure echos in his mind.  He tugs his hand out of your shorts as if he had been burned, his fingers were soaked, just from that one swipe.

He thought that maybe he could finger you in an attempt to distract himself.  Usually he could go hours just from simply playing with your pussy, watching it weep and tense with the smallest movement of his finger.  It was almost therapeutic for him to sit you down in his lap after a long training session and toy with your pretty puffy pussy until you yelled at him, your face as pink as your folds as you berated him for teasing you.

But toying with you would decidedly not work in his favor today, he was already sensitive enough, and even the memory of your flushed face made his eyes widen in panic as he realized he was about to cum.

He tugs his hand out of your shorts as if he had been burned, his fingers were soaked, just from that one swipe.  He glances at you from over his shoulder and groans at the sight of your sheepish smile. 

Fuck, you were so wet.

Fuck… he wants to cum.

But training…

Zoro suddenly jerks and swats at your thigh, surely leaving a red mark, “Hey- shit… Hey!” He barks and you seem to get the message, your hands slowing to a stop, only your thumb stroking back and forth.

The pirate hunter furrowed his brow as the feeling of his orgasm withdrew.  It felt… frustrating.  And he felt angry.

Raking a hand through his wet hair- when had he grown so sweaty?- and taking a few steadying breaths.  He nodded at you, “Alright… go again.”

You seem to hesitate for a moment, “Remember the safe word?” You gain a sour look in response.

Your hands begin their pace again, your soft skin working up and down his throbbing cock.  The room is filled with wet *shlicks* and muffled grunts and groans escaping from Zoro’s lips.

This time, it felt as though the orgasm came on faster, trying to take him by surprise.  Zoro doesn’t even recognize he’s about to cum at first, but you do.  Because you’ve always paid close attention to him.

Your hands slow, but just barely,  “Zoro… hey, focus.” You encourage softly.  Sure, you didn’t quite understand why this supposed ‘training’ was so necessary.  But if it was important to Zoro, then it was important to you.

Zoro grits his teeth, one hand fisting the mattress while the other grabs at your thigh, his large fingers digging and massaging as his hips bucking up against you.  He hisses, his eyes squeezed tight.

Swing, step through

Swing, step through

swing,stepthroughswing,stepthroughswing,stepthrough

His body shudders and he peers his eyes open, forcing his vision to focus until they landed on the stupid black cat clock that you loved so much.  The tail waving back and forth, as if taunting him.

Zoro stares at the numbers and blinks.

And blinks again.

And maybe he even blinked a third time

It’d only been 12 minutes.

12 goddamn minutes that had stretched into an eternity yet compressed into no time at all.

40 minutes… perhaps Zoro was a bit overconfident.

“That clock’s not right…” Zoro accuses, his breath ragged and a shuddering groan escaping his lips.

“Hm? Yes it is.”

“Oh, fuck me…”

—

It was minute 23 when the world renowned pirate hunter, master of the three sword style, right hand man of the straw hat pirates, Roronoa Zoro broke.

Well… in his eyes, and maybe yours too.

It was minute 17 when he had his first orgasm, there was quite a lot of cum, more than normal for him.  His entire body had felt as though it were alight as you whispered soft words in his ears.  Zoro had no fucking clue what you said to him.

Roronoa Zoro had failed, but perhaps he could still salvage this.  When you moved to pull away, he grit his teeth and shook his head.  He didn’t trust himself to speak,

but he needed you to keep going.  He failed a rep but he would still finish this damn workout.

Since then he’s been a mess, his body shiny with sweat.  His muscles jumping from the barest brush of your arm.  Zoro’s cock aches, a dull throb that echoed through his body with each movement of your hand.

You were also growing bolder.  You seemed to like seeing Zoro like this.  Evil woman.

“You look like a watermelon, Zoro.” You giggle, nibbling on his blushing ear and making a hot spurge of cum erupt from Zoro’s flushed cock.  Damn, he really was no better than the man from the magazine.

You press a kiss to his flushed cheek, you don’t think you’ve ever seen your boyfriend as flushed as he is right now.  You press your temple to his green locks, your hand is covered, and the sheets are ruined.

“God- Fuckin-“ Zoro’s hips buck so aggressively that he nearly sends you tumbling off the bed.  

Your hand subconsciously tightens around his shaft as you steady yourself.  And you hear a sound that you don’t think has ever escaped your boyfriend’s lips before.

A quiet, shuddering whine.

He pauses, and you pause as well.  He slowly looks over his shoulder and give you an unamused look, but it doesn’t quite give the intended effect with his flushed, sweaty face and the drool that had begun to collect at the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t even- mph…” Zoro is cut off as he catches that evil glint in your eyes right before you begin to stroke him once again… hard.  Your hand feels as though it’s choking his cock, cum collecting on your fingers and dribbling down your wrist.  You move at a pace that shouldn’t be allowed and Zoro feels as though he’s transcended heaven into a realm where he couldn’t tell if he was feeling pleasure or pain.

You’re not sure if you’ve ever seen Zoro so vocal.  But you find it’s one of the best things you’ve ever seen or heard.  Sounds escape his lips that sound straight out of a porno.

Zoro never strayed from grunts and groans when he had sex, you were blessed with the occasional moan or shuddering breath every once in a while.  But never before had you heard these… whines and whimpers.

He bucks and groans beneath your diligent hand.  His eyes rolling back and his bottom lip ground down to raw flesh.

You glance at the clock, only a few minutes left.  You almost feel bad for the guy, the way his entire body twitches as thin, watery cum dribbles down his cock to join the puddle on his stomach.

“Only three more minutes, Zoro, you’re doing so good, yeah?” You try to encourage him, but the sound of your voice seems to make his sounds of pleasure louder.

“Fuck… y/n… stop talking… you’re gonna make me-“

Zoro’s head lolls to the side to look at you and his face softens at the sight of your encouraging smile.  His mouth that had been twisted into a sneer slowly relaxed and he caught your lips.  His mouth was clumsy, his mind in some far off place, but you didn’t mind.  If anything, it made your heart beat faster.

—

“Should I make you cum one more time or-“

“Fuck no.” Zoro hisses as your hand pulls away from his red, twitching cock.  He glares down at his twitching thighs and clicks his tongue, trying to get his breathing under control.  His body was nothing but a damn traitor.

You giggle, Zoro slumps back against you and can feel your back digging into the headboard.  Zoro peers up at you between squinted eyes, his lips shiny with his saliva.  He narrows his gaze, “That was humiliating.”

“You asked for it.  And I told you that forty minutes is insane.” You rest your hands on your thighs, leaning forward to hover over Zoro, your stupid, pretty, grin filling his vision.

“I need to train this.  We need to do it again… tomorrow.”

You stare at Zoro’s completely serious face,

not a hint of teasing, but then your eyes slide to his ears that have somehow grown a shade darker, “Nuh uh… you liked it, didn’t you?”

Zoro glares at you but doesn’t argue, and you huff out a laugh.  Zoro would never lie to you.  The swordsman groans and twists in your lap until he’s lying on his stomach, he shimmy’s down until he’s able to rest his chin on your thigh.  A soft, content hum escapes his lips.  Zoro grins at the sight of you licking your lips and the way your breath shudders.  

You know what? He deserves a reward for training so hard today.

“You’re still wet, yeah? Wanna say thank you.”

~

hello!! i love your writing and i was wondering if i could request a yandere luffy x reader, where he really really wants to get reader pregnant and start a family even if it isn’t exactly what she wants? feel free to make it as dark as you’d like! thank you 💖

All Mine~..

The sky was sunny and bright as you casually hummed a song while doing one of your tasks on the ship. While you were working though Luffy, your captain was sitting down on the floor..just staring at you..or more specifically..your stomach.

You could already feel his stare from a mile away but tried your best to ignore it as his eyes followed your every single move.

Finally, he spoke up. His head tilted while wide eyes stared intently at you and your body.

“Hey Y/N? Where’s your big stomach at?!”

Blinking and slowly turning to your captain, you paused for a bit as an uncomfortable feeling started to grow.

“W-What do you mean Luffy?..”

You said softly while genuinely being confused.

Something then popped in your head and sighed. “..wait do you mean baby bump?..what prégnant woman have?..” You then asked while raising an eyebrow.

Only a week ago, Robin had made a joke about you and Luffy being a cute couple and how she guaranteed they you would have the cutest babies.It seemed like Luffy was getting a bit obsessed with the idea because he wouldn’t stop staring at your stomach or just hugging your waist possessively in general.

Now that you think about it…genuinely for the past week he’s been acting very..persistent about it…

The cheery captain seemed to smile widely at just the mention of ‘baby’ while nodding enthusiastically and glanced at your stomach again.

“Yeah! Shshi!! When’s that gonna come? I want us to be family soon!”

Giving him a puzzled look you slowly looked away and sighed.

“Uhh that’s not how it works luff…” you said, your voice low with a undertone of annoyance and a bit of uncomfortableness as you finally finished your task and leaned against the wall.

It was now Luffy’s turn to be confused as he tilted his head. “Huh?..what do you mean?..I want you to have babies so why can’t you?!”

He asked now with a little annoyance, a dangerous glint hiding behind a pout. There was something about the way his smile quickly dropped when you mentioned you were having a baby yet..You gulped and quickly look away.

“Well luffy we have to go through a certain…process..and I dont think I’m ready to have kids yet y’know?..why don’t we wait until we finally reach our goal until we start thinking about stuff line that hah..” you said with a nervous laugh while slowly trying to hide the fact that your heart was beating very quickly.

Something just didn’t feel right about the way he seemed to react whenever you brought up the way you weren’t really ready for a child. But now..you were actually questioning your choices on if you got on the right ship..

Turning your head back at luffy since you’d been avoiding eye contact the whole conversation, you saw his expression went dark, a shadow covered his eyes while a frown was almost permanently placed on his lips.

Sitting up from his spot you were surprised by how he seemed to look over you and give off a aura you’d never seen or felt before.

All it took was a silent glare from him, his eyes piercing into yours, pinning you in place. He didn’t even have to move In this state to have your feet practically glued to the floor and your mouth running dry.

“Y/N..we’re having a big happy family. It’s a captain’s order..you can’t disobey that you know…we’re saving it sooner or later and there’s no doubt about it.”

Still staring up at him you couldn’t even piece together words together to reply, he slowly got closer to you as he kept his eyes on you the whole time.

“Understand?..”

He said, it wasn’t a question..more like a statement with a bit of a warning to what you would say next.

How could you possibly forget how scary your captain could be..? And how persistent he is to get whatever he wants..

Voice shaking and having no idea what to say you could only just stand there like a deer in head lights. His look was almost expectant as he slowly inched even closer to you..

“Dinners ready everyone!!!”

A voice then shouted from lower deck, you slowly breathed a sigh of relief while you saw the darkness in luffy’s eyes disappear. He looked at you for a few moments, crap! He was still waiting for you to…respond to his statement.

Slowly nodding your head you said nothing. Your head felt dazed and you honestly just needed sone space and food to break the tension..

.

.

.

.

Delicious food was set all around the table as everyone in the crew all gathered around, seeking happy and definitely chatty per usual, Though you couldn’t help but stay silent while getting your plate and the food you desired.

Thoughts were just scrambling through your kind about this mess and luffy’s thoughts..

What was he going to do?

Why did he care so much of having a baby?..

What would he do to make you be a ‘big happy family..?’

Taking a deep breath you say down in one of the chairs at the table and started to eat silently while staring at your plate. You then felt a hand on your shoulder, the hand was graceful and very gentle.

Slowly turning your head to saw it was Nami, she had a somewhat worried look on her face. Blinking a few times you assured her that things were fine and she nodded.

After that for a few minutes you and her engaged in a conversation, everything was going good and finally felt at ease after the whole ordeal with Luffy…

Could you possibly fix things?..yeah! You definitely could! Yea sure he was a bit hard headed sometimes but maybe if you just tell him how you feel then everything would be fine right?

…

Fir the last few minutes you talked to Nami and Robin since they were both women of crew also about luffy and his..infatuation. They both agreed with your thoughts and told you to just talk to him. That he just needed a little guidance sometimes because their one and only captain could be an idiot sometimes..

Feeling a new sense of confidence wash over you while you put your dish away you walking out of the dining area on the ship and towards the deck. Ready to finally talk to Luffy about this little mishap.

Matching up to him with an almost proud smile, he grinned at you. Wrapping his stretchy arms around you with a grin.

“Hey Y/N! Zoro and Sanji told me how to make babies! You ready?!”

Slowly narrowing your eyes to the green haired swordsman and the cook you glared at then and they seemed to catch it. They looked surprised at your glare that was clearly saying ‘why did you tell him you idiots?!?!’

Sighing as you looked back up at Luffy you frowned.

“Uh yeah about that Luffy….I dont want kids..I’ve already made up my mind and I know you really want them but I just want you to understand that I’m not ready..at least right now..we can just wait! It’s cute in a way that you wanna have kids so soon but..it’s just not gonna happen..”

..

Silence..he went silent and stared at you blankly.

Slowly he got back to moving and let out an exaggerated sigh, running his hand across his face.

“Y/N..come onnn..this isn’t funny anymore..hurry up and let’s just make babies already!!” He Saïd rather loudly, causing you to get a little fed up.

“Ugh! No Luffy! Please just get it through your head that I DONT want kids right now!! Please stop asking!!”

A frown appeared on his face again as he went silent.

Rolling your eyes you were about to say more until he grabbed your hands forcefully and pulled you away from deck.

Eyes widening at his tight grip and the sudden action you tried to pull away but that of course was rendered useless since this was the future pirate king we’re talking about.

Bringing you to captains quarters he threw you on the bed, slamming the door and locking it with a sigh.

Slowly stepping closer and standing over the bed he hovered over you with an almost blank expression as he grabbed the both of your hands and put them up forcefully with his strength.

“Luffy! Stop this!! It isn’t funny!!! I’m being serious!”

Saying nothing he got the bed and quickly started to undress you.

Your eyes widened at what was about to happen as you slowly looked up at him fearfully.

He looked up at your face….and smiled cheerfully. The smile you thought was sweet..pure and charming..

“Don’t worry Y/N! This won’t hurt..by the end of this..we’ll be a big happy family! After all..you’re All Mine..”

Hiiii i know I’m writing this SO late and I’m so sorry!! I had a lot of homework and practice but I got it by midnight!!…I think..thank you so much to @flowercrowns-goodvibes for this request and I LOVED the idea! Thank you darling! I honestly and genuinely hope you like this because I worked hard on it and I tried to make his character accurate but scary y’know? I honestly hope it’s not too short but if it is I’ll add to it! <33Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you all loved this!! Bye my flowers petals!! 🌸🌸❤️❤️🌺🌺

Breaking up ┃One Piece Pt. 1

Scenario: Having a huge fight with your bf which ultimately leads one of you to saying something you regret.

"I wish I never met you."

Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro x Fem!reader

cw: 18+, SFW, Angst, Hurt/No comfort, vulgar language

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Monkey D. Luffy

“You never even treat me like we're together!”

You were at your breaking point, figuratively and literally. In the last three months that you and Luffy had been together, not once did he change the way he acted towards you. It felt as if you were still just Luffy’s nakama. Well today that was all going to change. You had a plan.

It took some convincing, but you finally managed to get Nami and Ussop to help you set up a romantic dinner in the Sunny’s crow’s nest. Two of Luffy’s favorite things, food and you. It was perfect.

With preparations taken care of, you waited patiently for Luffy to arrive. Your aforementioned captain was currently exploring the island you were stopped at. But with the sun starting to set, he'd be back for dinner any minute now.

So you waited. 

And waited. 

And waited….

You waited till the candles were near burnt out. Waited till the food went ice cold. Waited till your eyes stung from holding back tears.

Monkey D. Luffy had stood you up.

Your own boyfriend. 

Slamming the napkin delicately placed across your lap onto the table, you pushed yourself to your feet. Humiliation creeped its way up your neck. Never in your life have you ever felt so worthless. 

Holding back hiccups, you dragged yourself out of the crow’s nest and away from the undisturbed meal. What was Nami going to think? All that preparation for nothing. You clenched your hands into tight fists. The next time you see Luffy you swear you were going to-

“y/n!”

You spun on your heel to face the familiar voice. Luffy’s face smiled brightly at you, blinding you more than the moonlight. It was almost enough for you to forgive him. Almost.

“Wait up!”

Scoffing, you glared at his cheery form before turning away from him. All you wanted was a shower, not excuses. 

Luffy caught up with your silently seething form with ease, spinning around you like top. He pranced around as if he were a crow and you his shiny treasure. Your name falling from his lips like a mantra.

Try as you might, eventually you gave into his pestering, voice sharp as nails, “What do you want, Luffy?”

Luffy’s grin widened despite your tone, “Sorry I couldn't make it, y/n. There was a festival in town, you should have come. There was an all you can eat buffet, Tra-guy and Jaggy were there too!” He scratched his chin, “Maybe next time you can invite everyone else so we can all eat together again!”

Your eye twitched, “Why would I invite the whole crew to our date?”

“Date?”

You stopped in your tracks, “Yes, date. You know the ones you're supposed to take your girlfriend out on? That kind?”

You could practically see the gears turning in his head at your reply. 

“But I have multiple girlfriends?” “WHAT?”

“Ya! You, Robin, Nami,” Luffy used his fingers to count, “Oh, and Vivi!”

You face palmed, “Not “girl” friends, Luffy. A “girlfriend”. Someone who’s more,” You reached for Luffy’s hand, “Special.”

“But all my friends are special,” Luffy pouted, gingerly returning your touch.

Laughing, you shook your head, “I know. But…It's a different type of special. It's when you wanna hold their hand, and you wanna be near them no matter what,” You met his confused gaze, “It's someone you love.”

“Then why would I wanna do that with you?”

“Huh?”

It felt like your body hit a brick wall. Every word ripped from your throat. He was joking right? It was a sick joke but a joke no less. 

“I don’t think I love you.”

You blinked in confusion before choking out a response, “T-Thats okay. Sometimes it takes a while to realize you love someone. It's not immediate.”

Luffy hummed, “I'm not sure I even want a “girlfriend”, y/n.”

A nervous laughter erupted from your throat, “Luffy, what are you talking about?” It felt like your heart might leap out of your chest.

“I like how my friends are now. I don't need a “girlfriend”. I have my Nakama. I have you.”

The world suddenly stopped spinning, and only for a moment the ocean quieted and the breeze hushed. Then, as if nothing happened, the world began to turn as normal, leaving behind your hollowed out body.

"...what?"

Cheeky smiled, Luffy repeated his words as if it was only the news, "I don't need a "girlfriend" I have a crew!"

The empty feeling in the pit of your stomach slowly filled with rage. First, he stood you up. Now? Now, he wants to pretend you guys aren't even dating!?

“Luffy, we're dating! What are you talking about? I asked you out almost three months ago!” You snapped, “Why did you even say yes to me if you didn't want a "girlfriend"?” 

“I don't know,” He cocked his head to the side, “I just thought you wanted to be closer friends.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, “What?”

Luffy shifted in his sandals, clearly uncomfortable, “I thought you wanted to be my “girl” friend, not my “girlfriend”.”

“Are you joking?” Your skin felt red hot as if your whole being was ablaze, “You thought I wanted to be your “girl” friend!? Did it ever once occur to you that friends don't hold each other’s hands!?”

Luffy quickly retracted his hand from your grip, scratching his head in thought, “Not really.”

“Oh my god,” You couldn't tell if you were laughing or crying at this point, “This whole time you never thought we were together? Ever?!”

“I guess we are a bit closer than everyone else,” Luffy’s brows furrowed in thought.

“A bit?” You ran your fingers through your hair, “We spend every waking moment together! I've confided in you, you've confided with me. You know things about me no one else does!”

To his credit, Luffy looked ashamed, “I’m sorry, y/n. I guess…I just never noticed how you really felt.”

You rolled your tear filled eyes, “Obviously.”

“I can try if you want-”

“Forget it, Luffy,” You held your hands up in defeat, “Just forget it. Whatever you thought was going on here is over.”

Luffy grabbed your arm, “What! I don't want that!”

“You don't seem to want a lot of things,” You shrugged his grip off, “Including me.”

“y/n.”

You wiped your face clear of tears.

“We're done, Lu.”

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Roronoa Zoro

"Do I need to be a sword just to get a minute of your attention!?"

Three hundred seventy-six, three hundred seventy-seven, three hundred seventy-eight-

“Are you still counting?”

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, mom.”

Zoro ignored your annoyed response, preferring to continue his push ups below you. Huffing, you rested your chin on your hand. He had been going at this for hours now. You were starting to feel nauseous as your form jostled every time Zoro went up and down with you on his back.

“How much longer?”

Zoro grunted, “When I reach two thousand.”

“Two thousand!?”

Your sudden shout made Zoro shoot up quickly, knocking you off balance. Your criss-crossed form easily flew from Zoro’s back to the ground below. You fell hard, slamming your shoulder into the wood floor. 

Hissing, you rubbed your now sore arm, “What the hell, Zoro!?”

“Shit.”

The moss head was quick to his feet, offering you a hand, “Dammit, you should've been more careful.”

You snatched his extended hand and scoffed, “I wasn't the one who moved so suddenly.”

Pulling you to your feet, Zoro continued to hold your hand, “I wasn't the one complaining so loudly.”

“I can’t help it. We’ve been here all day,” You played with his larger fingers, “Plus, you promised you'd explore the island with me today.”

You could hear Zoro grumble under his breath before sighing loudly, “Training is more important right now.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What, why?"

Your thoughts raced around in your head to find a reason for Zoro's sudden uptightness. You were quick to settle on striking golden eyes and a small dagger. Dracule Mihawk. He and Zoro had put on quite the show only weeks ago.

Rubbing Zoro's palm, you quirked a brow, "Are you still hung up about that Mihawk guy beating you?”

“I'm not hung up.”

You flinched at Zoro’s tone, “You clearly are.”

Quickly dropping your hand, Zoro turned away from you, “Listen it doesn't even matter what you think. You wouldn't understand. You're not a swordsman.”

“I'm not a swordsman but I'm definitely your girlfriend,” you snapped at his back.

“Just because you're my girlfriend doesn't mean you can control my training.”

“Just because you're a swordsman doesn't mean you can just dismiss me.”

The room filled with a silence thick enough to cut with a sword. You thought you might drown on land. Staring into Zoro's rigid back, you tried to manifest any form of response from him.

Finally, after what seemed like eons, Zoro rolled his shoulders and turned to face you. Your breath caught in your throat at his expression. It was dark, almost...menacing. It was a gaze he normally reserved scum marines and enemy pirates alike, but never for you.

“You're the one who's dismissing me!”

A forced laugh erupted from your mouth, “How am I dismissing you, moss head?” You crossed the space between the two of you, “By telling you to take one measly break?”

Zoro’s eyes bore into your own as if trying to find his next words. Grabbing your hand, he placed it on his bare chest, “Do you see this?”

You tensed at the feeling of the scar tissue, Mihawk.

“This...this scar is why I have to be stronger. For the crew. For Luffy,” Zoro squeezed your hand, “For you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “Zoro, I didn't-”

“Maybe we should break up.”

You paused, mouth stuck open in shock, “...what?”

It felt like you had swallowed glass, pins and needles running down your esophagus into your stomach. But the glass still wasn't enough to fill the large pit beginning to form.

Gently, Zoro pushed your hand away from him, “This relationship,” he took a deep breath, “Might be too much of a distraction.”

You never really understood when people said it felt like their heart was being ripped out of their chest. But now? It felt like your whole chest cavity had been removed. 

Slowly, hot tears began to cascad down your rosied cheeks, “You think I'm a distraction?”

Zoro paused, his internal conflicted evident on his face, “...yes.”

You clenched your teeth together tightly, “Screw you, Zoro! I can barely get you to pay attention to me when someone even mentions the word “sword” but I'm the distraction?!” You jammed a finger into his chest, avoiding his scar, “If you needed an excuse to break up with me so badly you could've at least chosen a good one!”

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Zoro favored staring at the ground, “But if I want to be the greatest swordsman I can't be with you.” His hand captured the one buried in his chest, "Not yet at least."

You ripped your hand away from him, "If not now, then never." Your eyes searched Zoro's, looking for any sign of regret, "Choose, Zoro."

"Its over, y/n," Massive arms pulled you into a warm hug, "I'm sorry."

Clutching onto him, you sobbed silently. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't he just have both?

"I love you."

“Fuck you.”

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One Piece Men Part2 [Part1]

Art by マツバキ

For a man who was always nonchalant/always looking upset, he sure was touchy.

So when he grabs you by the waist literally out of nowhere, you flip out and drop the folders, seeing the papers fall out and scatter.

You grumble and turn around, irritated as fuck and ready to blow off the chip that had been on your shoulder since early this morning.

“See what you made me do?! What do you want!” you yelled with furrowed eyebrows and cross your arms over each other under your chest.

He stared down at you and hesitated for a moment before speaking, “I need something from you” he mumbled with a deeper tone.

“What? You couldn’t make yourself known first instead of just grabbing me like that?” you yelled out, sighing in frustration and pouting, knowing you were going to get yelled at for the papers.

He laid his hands on both sides of your head and gently massaged your temples with his thumbs, absolutely shocking you. With your eyebrows slightly furrowed now, you blinked a couple of times, looking in his eyes for a moment then looking away, avoiding further eye contact with him.

“I don’t care for the papers… but, I do need something from you right now” he whispered once more and leaned down, closing the distance between your neck and his face. You started screaming in uttered embarrassment and feeling absolutely flustered when you feel his hand gently cup your right cheek.

You start to feel a little lightheaded, palms sweating and heart racing faster than normal.

“Th-the hell’s wrong with you?!” you stuttered, feeling your heart swell and something blossom in your stomach. You laid your hands on his chest, trying to push him off but with no luck.

You’ll admit, you had a little crush on him but, it wasn’t anything serious just because you felt deep down you never had a chance and it wasn’t worth it.

His hands move around to your upper back, slowly sliding down to your lower back as if caressing it. He pushes his nose into your hair, inhaling the fresh aroma from your products and exhaling as he opened his eyes. He leaned back but stayed just a few inches away from your face.

You both stood there in silence, staring into each others eyes, with you absolutely flipping the fuck out at the sudden intimacy and him trying to control this “beast” waiting to come out.

“I-I have to go-!” you stuttered out, trying to leave the space but being gripped slightly tighter than before.

“We’ll take it slow-” he mumbled against your cheek, lifting your leg to wrap around his waist “TAKE WHAT SLOW?” you frantically yelled out, overwhelmed with agitation and embarrassment. Your nervous and flustered yelling was cut off when he pressed his covered cock against your pelvis, causing a moan to slip out of your mouth.

“there we go..” he spoke quietly through clenched teeth, feeling his cock harden even more and his pants getting tighter in the front. Your eyes widened as you shakily covered your mouth.

“Why hold back when you can let go, sweetheart?” he whispered in your ear, giving it a nibble as he removed your hand from your mouth and wrapped his arm around you, holding you in place while the other hand laid against your ass cheek and gripped it tightly.

A squeak fell out of your mouth and you bit your bottom lip, forcing down another moan ready to slip out as you squeezed your eyes tightly. As if a switch flipped on, he bent down and picked you up, hauling you over his shoulder then walking out the room with you protesting and beating his back with your fists.

Crocodile, Mihawk, Law, Zoro, Pell, Madara Uchiha, Kento Nanami, Ushijima Wakatoshi

need to redecorate

summary: y/n and trafalgar law are in a new relationship, but haven’t met irl yet.

cw: MDNI, smut, law being a creep, spit, slight dom!law, p in v fucking, edging

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he wonders how he was able to bag a girl like you. your supple skin, thick ass and thighs. he was obsessed with the way that you’re always wearing mini skirts that are just a tad too small. he love the pudge of your stomach that puffs so softly out of the hem line.

he’s here again, back at this overpriced indie coffee shop. he knows your exact order and the approximate time frame of your arrival. he is waiting for you. not to pick you up or grab a coffee with you. but to get more images for his collection.

she was so perfect ‘n bubbly he thought, needed to capture her in every moment. when you’re grocery shopping, picking up meds, soaking up some sun while you’re in your backyard. he even has some tasteful shots of you undressing.

he finally notices you leaving the coffee shop with your cup in hand and hips swaying softly.

he has a drone. he would never bring his camera out like this, not where people could see him being a freak. his best shots always came from his camera though. the harder to get the sweeter the treat he thought. but with you just running errands, this would have to do. he’s lucky to have found one small enough to just slip past your mind and not notice it.

he glides the flying camera in your direction, lining up the angles perfectly. “my angel, such ‘n airhead. how have you not found me out yet.” he sighs and takes multiple shots of your body. he absolutely cannot not wait for these photos to develop, you looked delicious.

~

he is now hanging up his prizes from the day onto his wall. carefully placing each one with a few command strips, he could never damage his works of art with a stupid tack. ugh the thought of that disgusts him. law thinks he is a famous photographer. his works should be hung up in a museum (his bedroom).

he was especially excited for tonight though. such a cute and sweet event. tonight he’d get to watch a movie with you and it was also your one month anniversary. getting to see your face on his monitor would make his day. you always looked so innocently beautiful in the setting of your pretty room. sitting there listening to him speak with your dolly eyes.

it never felt weird being in a relationship with you considering you’ve never met in person. it’s been mentioned, but somehow one of you is always unavailable. one month isn’t even that long, he thought. i’ll be ready soon, i just uhh need to ‘redecorate.’

~

“happy one month anniversary babiee!!!” you sang on the other line. oh how you looked so stunning for him. silk cami resting pretty on your neckline and no bra. you felt so cheeky. seeing the attractive man on the other side sent butterflies to your tummy. his dark features cascading in his dark room. truthfully, kinda eery but ohhh so sexy.

his face warmed up at the sight of you. smiling warmly. his golden eyes picking up beautifully in the screen of your small laptop. “y/a ya~. happy anniversary,,,, ~pookie~.” he giggles at that last part. he’s definitely picking up some your language even if he denies that he isn’t.

after assessing our options. law agreed to your suggestion. we were going to watch {MOVIE}. law had everything all set up and had the movie on pause. “you have your snacks baby?” his voice was getting crunchy in the speakers of your old computer. stupid internet. you hummed and cuddled up with your blankets waiting for him to press play.

~

“babe.”

… he didn’t hear you.

“baby.”

“hmm?” his confused little face popped into frame. “yn ya~ what’s wrong?”

you sighed whilst sitting up, meticulously propping up on your tits so he could see you better. “the movies’ so blurry. can’t i just come over~”

law could hear you loud and clear. ‘come over?’ he thought. fuck what was he going to do. he’d love nothing more than for you to come lay with him and ‘watch’ movies. there’s just a small problem, his shrines. it’s about time you two get together, he just needed to be careful.

quick calculations and possible solutions are racing through his mind. uhhh she lives about twenty ish minutes from my place,,, i think i can do something.

he hesitated before speaking, “uhhm y- yea let me send you my address.” him actually agreeing made you so happy! you finally got to see you cute boyfriend! and on our anniversary too, what a treat! cartoony hearts were practically spinning around your head.

“oh okay!! i’m just gonna grab my things ‘n i’ll come over” you blew law a quick kissy through your camera and shut off your monitor. you were so excited.

“shit- twenty minutes to ‘redecorate’, i can do this.” law is panicking.

~

your bag’s keychains jingled against your body as you made your way up to his door, wrist immediately knocking agains the wood. a few moments pass as you anticipate his presence.

when you saw him standing there in front of you you were in awe. his skin glowing under the moonlight, he looked so perfect. was he sweating?

“y/a ya~” his voice is dripping with honey. it made you feel numb. he leaned down to kiss your lips. slender fingers coming to hold you cheek. your lips met his, his taste making you feel intoxicated.

“happy anniversary pretty~ let’s get inside” he reaches for you hand and you can’t help but notice how clammy they are. awe was he nervous? teehehe such a cutie.

~

movie long forgotten, law had you pinned beneath him. eyes assaulting every inch in your body. his thin fingers moving themselves to push on the plush of your inner thighs. “you’re so soft baby~” his fingers were toying with the seams of your panties. “‘nd soo wet already huh?” his eyes flicker to your own.

“shhhiiit ahh~ mhm yes laww” you whine out, dying for a taste. seeing pictures is nowhere near comparable to the real thing. you can already see his dick in his jeans and can’t help but arch your back at your imagination.

“want to feel me baby? let me take good care of you.” he sees your eager nodding and slips you out of your your soaking panties. his fingers are fumbling as he is trying to lower his boxers and unzip his jeans. “god yes law pleaSE.” two of his fingers slip past your fold with ease. noticing your arousal he swirls his digits around, collecting your juices. fuck your so slick, he wraps his fist around his thick cock to spread your liquid. he hisses at the relief.

“gonna fuck you good doll, just say my name for me, okay?” he whines as he gets to push just a little bit past his tip “shhhiiiitttt.”

“law please baby .. haahh~ more hmm.”

you can’t help but moan at his painfully slow movements. you can see it in his face too, the way his eyes are squeezed shut, it’s easy to tell that he wants to move too, but fucking you slowww is driving the both of you insane. his rhythm is picking up causing you to drool and mutter nonsense.

he puts a finger on your mouth pressing down firm against the pad of your tounge then moves to get in between your teeth. he’s adding one more digit to your mouth before using them to try and spread your mouth.

“open your mouth yn ya~” his eyes are lust filled as you see him start to collect spit in his own. he is fucking you faster now and with each thrust and shake, you’re eager to open your mouth for him. wanting to accept any liquid he has to offer.

“such a filthy girl y/a.” he missed, just a little. his fingers come up to rub some of the saliva away. you swallowed the remaining liquid and beg for him to go deeper. “fuck y/n you want it that bad huh, haaah~ tell me,, who’s pussy ‘s this?” his hand come to lay on your neck, squeezing tightly on both sides of your windpipe. he is struggling to hear you and pulls his dick out. “speak baby~”

feeling his length suddenly go missing from your cunt has you in tears. you were so close and full, now nothing. “law fuckk baby i was gonna cu-” he cuts you off and squeezes on your neck harder. “i said whos fuckin pussy ‘s this?”

white spots are forming in the corners of your vision, too close to your orgasm to black out now so you fight to speak back to him. “ahh, it’s ‘s yours law!! fuck- only yourss~” his grip on you looses ever so slightly but still keeps his hand there.

his lips curl into a smirk as he lines you up again. his heat filling you just right, and hearing his breathy whimpers were just enough to get you there. “such a good girl for me fuckk taking me so well baby i feel you suckin me in haahh-”

his dick so perfect for your hole, leaking soo much for him. cleanching down hard, you are ready for release. “law~ fuck s-so close, please uSE ME!” he lifts your knees to hit your most sensitive spot harder. his hips working against your aching body recklessly. you could tell he was close.

“shiit just just like tha baby,, right- ahh right fuckING THERE AHHH KEEP- keep goiNG♡” you walls are contracting hard on his cock almost milking him. your legs are shaking violently as you feel your orgasm start to take control of your whole body. hearing his moans has you squirting around him.

“fuck baby where do you want me to cum?”

comeing down from your high you manage to respond to him. “come on my tits.” you pull your shirt up slightly so he could decorate your pretty breasts with his semen.

he thinks your such a dirty girl and he’s obsessed with it. he pulled his thick, dripping cock from your hole and tightly squeezed around his creamy base. fuck he looked soo good like this, you could practically see his eyes rolling back as he fucking his fist above you. glimmers of sweat beaded on his forehead has him looking so angelic, it’s making your tummy do flips again. a gasp leaves his lips as he shoots his hot load across your breasts and swollen nipples. his breaths sending shockwaves to your aching cunt. he falls down close to you and kisses your forehead.

“happy one month y/n ya~”

~

after suddenly waking up, you notice a rough edge scratching your arm. reaching in between his mattress and the box spring, you pull on the foreign object and discover it’s a loose photo. oh it’s you. you giggle. you find him so endearing and obsessive…

unfortunately for him it was a blurry one, but you had an idea. while law was asleep, fucked out, you decided to gift him something better. his polaroid was placed on his desk so you had a mini photo shoot. you took only a few, one of your tits, still somewhat crusted with his cum. and a couple of your thighs and ass. and the final touch being a lipstick kiss stain in the corner of each one. you placed the camera back in its spot and tucked away your custom pieces of art with his other photographs. he will find them eventually. teheheh you’re welcome my love xx

*& we sleep again zzz*

an: y/n is a freak

Fem!Law & Kid — By Keo Chu, permission to re-upload was given by the artist