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Kinktober 2024, Day 2: Wet Dreams with Monkey D. Luffy

I KNOW this sweet, goofy man is just like "yay! sex!"

You can pry overly blunt Luffy from my cold, dead hands.

Virginity loss | Wet dreams | Handjobs | Blowjobs (almost?) | Facial | Premature ejaculation

Monkey D. Luffy x fem!reader

TW: Loss of virginity

MDNI 18+

There aren’t many people in the world that could wake you up at three a.m and still get a smile out of you.

Luffy is just special like that, it seems. 

The night is freezing, a bit of misty rain covering the deck of the Sunny as the moon illuminates the shining surfaces. It’s peaceful, the perfect night to curl up under your blankets and get some sleep. Yet here your captain stands, feet bare, no shirt, staring at you with a dopey little smile on his face. If you weren’t half asleep, it would melt your heart.

“Lu?” You begin, subtly trying to wave your hand about as if you’re going to catch him sleep walking. “What’s wrong? It’s three in the morning.” 

He peers around you and into your room, scanning the darkness before giving you another smile. 

“I can’t sleep” he tells you simply. “Wanna hang out?” 

This man never ceases to amaze you.

In the two years since you joined the Strawhats, Luffy has been your best friend through and through. You can’t quite pinpoint why you’ve gotten so attached to the energetic captain. He’s just so magnetizing, something you’ve never seen in another person before. He drew you in instantly and accepted everything about you. 

“Luffy” you mumble. “Again, it’s three in the morning. Why don’t you -I don’t know- fish for a bit or try to fall asleep in a different spot on the ship?”

He frowns. You hate that frown. 

“I don’t wanna” he protests. “It’s your fault I can’t sleep. You should at least hang out with me.” 

You nearly recoil at his words. Your fault? 

How the hell is his sleeplessness your fault?

“What do you mean it’s my fault?” You wonder. “I’m on the other side of the ship. If I’m snoring there’s no way you can hear me.” 

He tilts his head a bit to the side, brows furrowing. “Snoring? You’re not snoring.” 

“Then how am I keeping you up, Luffy?”

He barges past you then without another word, entering your bedroom and a taking a bouncy, almost obnoxious seat on your bed.

Well, this looks like it’s your night now. 

You shut your bedroom door behind you, approaching the pirate on your bed before standing over him and crossing your arms. 

“You’ve got me staying up now” you tell him, fighting the irritation that’s beginning to prick in your voice. “What am I doing that’s keeping you awake?” 

Luffy leans over and grabs the book you’ve been reading off your nightstand and begins to aimlessly turn through the pages as he speaks. He always does that, somehow managing to avoid eye contact when he speaks to you.

“I can’t stop dreaming about you” he muses, not looking up at you. “It keeps waking me up.” 

You immediately feel your entire face flush. 

Luffy?

Dreaming about you?

It would be easier to drop dead in your bedroom right about now. 

It’s no secret to most of the crew that you feel something out of the ordinary for Luffy. You have since the moment you met him. You wouldn’t exactly call it a crush -that sounds too high school- but you don’t have any other name for it. 

He’s just different. 

You like different. 

You clear your throat then, doing your best to keep your nerves deep down in your stomach as you speak. 

“You’ve been dreaming about me?” You caution. “What am I doing in your dreams that’s waking you up?” 

You don’t want to get your hopes up too high as you watch him squint at the words on the pages of your book. Of course you’d love it if Luffy were having dreams of cuddling with you, holding your hand, kissing you, but you’re highly aware that it’s Luffy you’re talking about. The two of you are probably eating a feast in his dreams and the imaginary smell of meat is waking him. 

He slams your book shut then and lays it on the bed beside him, bored with its contents. You can’t be certain in the dark, but you swear that you see just a slight blush on his cheeks. 

“I dream that you’re touching me” he replies bluntly. 

All of the wind is knocked from your chest in an instant. 

Touching him?

Like, playing tag or wrestling on the deck?

Training with him?

Touching him?

Touching him in the way you’ve always dreamed of, the way that plagues your own dreams? The way that leaves you shaken awake in bed at night, aching and wet for a body you can’t have?

“Touching you?” You breathe, your voice betraying you. “How am I touching you in your dreams that’s freaking you out so bad?” 

Luffy lays down flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling fan of your bedroom as it lazily turns overhead. 

“I don’t know, some nights we’re just sitting together on the deck. Some nights we’re kissing. Some night we’re, ya know, having sex. It wakes me up.” 

Punching you in the face would’ve shocked you less. 

Some nights, you’re having sex. 

The man of your dreams has just casually informed you that he has sexual dreams about you. 

You want to say something, but you’ve forgotten how to speak. Words die halfway up your throat as your simple human mind tries to concoct a response to a literal god telling you he dreams of your naked body. 

How could you respond? 

It feels as though there are a million things to say, but none of them feel right. 

Luffy uses his Devil Fruit to bend his neck at an unnatural angle, looking up at you when you go too long without responding. 

“What’s wrong?” He wonders. “Hungry? Wanna go grab a snack or something?”

He wants to grab a snack.

He thinks that now is a good time to just head to the galley and sneak some food. 

“Luffy” you begin, his name feeling like honey as it slides off your lips. “Lu, did you just say that you dream about having sex with me?” 

He nods as though he’s just described the weather to you or told you what’s on the menu for dinner. “Yep, but not always. Those are usually the nights it wakes me up, though. I get all hot and hard. Annoying.” 

You have absolutely no idea how to read this man. It’s Luffy. Barely anything he says makes any sense, but he’s never confounded you like this. 

Is it having sex with you that’s annoying?

Is it the fact that it wakes him up?

You don’t want to tease yourself with the thought, but could it be waking up without you to ease the aching between his legs that irritates him?

Gods, you hope it’s that. 

You have the sudden urge to be bad, test the waters to see just how much you can get him to reveal. For the last two years, you’ve avoided pursuing anything past friendship with Luffy in fear of ruining what you have. But, with him lying on your bed and casually chatting about sleeping with you, the urge to take a leap with him is ever present.

“So is that what you were dreaming about tonight?” You ask him, slowly approaching the bed and sitting opposite him. “That we were having sex?”

He nods before letting his head fall back onto the bed. “Yeah. You were jerkin’ me off. It was nice, but I always wake up before it gets too fun.” 

Don’t turn around and look at me. Don’t turn around and see how much I’m blushing. 

Luffy doesn’t seem too impacted by the conversation. He nonchalantly swings his legs over the edge of your bed, but you can’t help but notice the tent that’s begun to form in the boxer shorts he’s lying in. 

The sight has you teetering on the edge of really misbehaving.

“What uh, what was I like?” You wonder, trying to keep your voice teasing and light. “Dream me is the best you’ve ever had, yeah?”

He rolls his head back a bit so he can look at you. “I dunno. I’ve never done that with anyone but dream you, but dream me thinks it’s pretty fun.” 

Are you dreaming? You might be dreaming.

It’s like someone else begins to control your body then.  You lay down, rolling onto your stomach so you can look down at your best friend. 

“Never, huh?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. We should do it. So I can, ya know, compare.” 

“What?!”

Just as he does at everything, Luffy wins your little game of chicken. You collapse onto the bed with a fright, trying to hide your blazing cheeks from him. 

Luffy just asked you to have sex with him. 

You have to be dreaming. Or dead. This seems like only the type of thing Heaven could bring you.

Luffy laughs then, urging your face up from the blankets. “Come on! It’ll be fun! Have you ever done it?”

You can’t believe he’s speaking so callously without a care in the world. This is exactly why you’ve fallen for him in the last two years, his ability to take the fear and pressure out of every situation. 

“I uh, yes. Yes, I’ve had sex” you inform him, your voice no longer able to maintain your cool. “Luffy, you really wanna have sex?”

He plasters the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face and nods. “Sure! I’ve been thinking about you a lot since we got back to Sabaody. I miss you when you’re not around, and now I’m having dreams about you. Why should we keep dreaming about it when we can just do it?”

That takes a bit of the tension away. You feel your heart begin to slow a bit in your chest, body go a little more loose. 

Luffy thinks about you. 

The person you love most has been thinking about you, even in the moments since the crew came back together that you haven’t wanted to think about yourself. 

This is your Luffy. There’s nothing to be nervous about.

“We?” You tease him. “You think I’ve been having wet dreams about you?” 

He crawls all the way into your bed then, that smile never leaving his face. “You could start tonight.” 

The urge hits you like a train. It’s powerful, fast, stronger than the gravity holding you to the earth. You push forward, laying your body down in luffy’s lap so you can capture his face in your hands and press a kiss to his lips. 

The captain doesn’t miss a beat. He throws his arms around you in a crushing hug and leans back in your bed until you’re fully on top of him. 

Fuck, what are you doing?

This is everything you’ve wanted since the moment you met Luffy. You dream of his lips, his body, his cock, and yet you feel like there’s still something holding you back. Maybe he won’t like the way you look when you get your clothes off. Maybe you won’t be enough for him. Maybe-

“Luffy!” 

You don’t get to finish your thoughts. Luffy has flipped the two of you around so he’s on top, lips trailing sloppy kisses up the side of your neck. 

“This is how all my dreams start” he informs you, goring as far as to lick your skin between words. “Dream you likes when I do this.” 

You stifle a moan, opting to reach your hand up and cradle the back of his head instead. “I like it too. What do we do next in your dreams?”

Without pulling his lips from you, he boldly reaches under your shirt and gropes up until he’s squeezing your breasts. 

He doesn’t seem to notice the way your breath hitches when he does. He’s too lost in the sensations of everything he’s doing to you, rendered speechless for the first time since you’ve met him. 

You take a second to bathe in the feeling he’s giving you, the urgency to move along slowly dissipating with every touch. He’s no expert with his hands or his mouth, but it doesn’t seem like he’s trying to be. By the way his lips move loosely and lazily against you, it’s almost as though he’s hungry for you. That doesn’t shock you much. The only thing you’ve ever seen Luffy show such passion and vigor for is food. 

Will he like the taste of you when he finally gets it?

You’re broken from your thoughts when Luffy begins to grind his hips down into your thigh. He’s moaning sweetly into your neck, teeth now become a part of his attention as he nips at your skin between kisses. 

“Luffy” you begin, slowly coaxing his head out from the crook of your neck. “Want me to touch you?” 

He doesn’t speak right away when he looks down at you, but you can’t say you’re upset about it. He’s positively stunning just to gaze upon. 

The smile from before is still on his face. He’s blushes now, breathing a bit heavily as a bit of sweat begins to form on his forehead. He really might just be the god of the sun.

Somehow, some way, you have him where you’ve always wanted him. 

Your hand strokes down his body before you can stop it. You don’t want to rush him, but you can’t help yourself. You want nothing more in the world to see the face he makes when he comes, and you’ll be damned if it keeps you waiting any longer. 

The sweetest sound you’ve ever heard leaves Luffy’s lips the instant you reach into his boxers. He tilts his head back, smiling and moaning a bit too loudly from the small bit of contact. 

“Heh” he begins. “Your hands are smaller than mine.” 

You giggle a bit. What a strange observation to make when on the cusp of losing his virginity. 

“Do you like it?” You wonder.

He nods. “Better than my hands.” 

With his approval, you place your free hand on his shoulder and gently guide him down until he’s lying on his back. 

“Relax” you tell him, beginning to pump his cock slowly, experimentally. “What makes you feel good?” 

He lets a soft hum out into the air. “This. This is so much better than dreaming about it.” 

You’re flattered by his sweet words. It drives you to lean down, nipping at the skin of his chest until you reach his nipple. Your tongue gently swipes over the bud, just to see what he’ll do. 

“Whoa!” He cries out suddenly, a bit of laughter mixed into the moan. “You never do that in my dreams.” 

You take one more second to suck at his nipple before smiling up at him. “What do I do in your dreams?”

He reaches for you then. “Come lay next to me! I like when you kiss my ears and my neck. Feels good.”

Something about the way he’s talking like the two of you have actually slept together before is driving you insane. You do as he requests, crawling up beside him and laying your lips on his ear. 

“Like this?” You whisper. “Do I talk dirty to you when I’m fisting your cock, or do I just kiss you?” 

He laughs his classic, very Luffy laugh. It’s an odd sound for him to make when his cock is in your hand. 

“Geez, you got dirty quick” he jokes. “Having fun?” 

Fun isn’t exactly the word you’d use. Euphoria, maybe. His cock is hot and heavy in your grip, and even though your room is relatively dark, you can tell by the feel of him that’s he's rather big. You want to drool at the thought of feeling him down your throat or filling your cunt. 

Your thoughts are disrupted when Luffy turns to face you, smashing his lips to yours before moaning loudly into your mouth. 

“Do that again” he demands. “Feels so good.” 

You obey, bringing your fist up to squeeze at the tip of his cock.  He loses himself in the sensation and begins to thrust into your hand. 

“I wanna do this every day” he moans. “Every day. Please?”

His voice has pitched a bit. He’s basically fucking your hand now, chasing his high as he babbles against you. 

Your cunt aches. You’d give anything to be able to strip naked and slide your body over his, but no. Not tonight. If you’re truly going to be Luffy’s first, you’d rather make that a more significant event than a quick, late night fuck in your room. 

“We can do this as much as you want” you promise him. “I love hearing you moan. Are you gonna come for me?” 

He nods furiously. “I never get to come in my dreams. I never even get to make myself come. I’ve wanted this so bad for so long.” 

You place one last kiss on his neck, your filthy mind fully taking over was you begin to shimmy down his body. You’re almost desperate to taste him, even if just for a moment before he comes. 

“Wait!” He begins, sitting up a bit and watching as you settle between his legs. “Oh gods, wait a second. Fuck! I’m coming. I’m gonna come on your face.” 

He barely gets his whole thought out before he does just that. He finishes on your lips, hot and ample, before collapsing back into the pillows. His moans are loud and throaty, deeper than his normal voiceas he keeps thrusting softly up into your hand. 

“Oh shit” he mumbles, chest heaving before he even has a chance to fully come down from his high. “Dammit! I usually don’t come that fast.” 

You want to respond, but you’re too busy licking the salty taste of his cum off your mouth. 

“I don’t mind” you tell him at last. “Tastes good. I was hoping you’d come in my mouth, but this is fine.” 

He leans up on his elbows then and looks at you, smirking. 

“You’re kinda filthy, you know that?” He wonders. 

You shrug. “Better than your dreams?”

This elicits a true belly laugh from your beloved. 

“Definitely” He tells you, his normal smile back on his lips. “Way better than my dreams.”

❗️contains baby trapping.

This is a bit dark so please don’t read this if you ain’t into dark themes. Don’t let the beginning fool you okay?

“Ya feel s’good Y’know that baby? Ya feel s’fuckin’ wonderful~” Luffy nuzzles into you neck and peppers smooches against your skin, his hand hold your hands up and above your head while he fucks you raw and hard into the mattress. You let out little mewls as his hips slapped hard against yours, his cock only going deeper the harder he went.

Your voices began to grow sore and you couldn’t stop moaning out for him. Your feet were close to cramping as your toes stayed curled due to the pleasure and it was getting challenging to stay still for him. You peek your head up and watched as his cock slide in and out of your cunt while your cunt fluttered so prettily around his shaft.

You moan and whined out from the continuous smooches his cock gave to your cervix, you were growing close to cumming and he could tell just by how your face began to twist. “Mmgh~ L-Luffy-“ You mewl out his name while you shake your head, unable to sit still from the pleasure. A sly smile spread across Luffy face as he watched you melt on his length. “Ah! L-Luffy~ M-M’gonna! I’m gonna cum!~” You gasp out, your legs shuddering against his hips.

“Go on an’ cum~ Squirt on my dick baby~” He whispers to you, his warm breath making you shiver with arousal. You moan out shakily before you shudder against him, your back arching as you felt yourself ready to explode. “MMGH! LUFFYYY!~” You moan out his name angelically as you finally release, squirting all over his lower abdomen and on the sheets below you both.

Luffy moans out in awe and presses a smooch to your soft lips. He continued to thrust into you and smiles a bit dark as he grew close as well. You perk up as you felt his cock twitch within your gummy walls, and a worried whimper begins to leave you. “Mmh~ M’gonna cum~ M’so fuckin’ close~” Luffy groans, his thrusts now picking up the pace as he felt your walls tighten around him.

“L-Luffy- Luffy pull out when you’re about to cum, o-okay?” You tell him, his thrusting now growing a bit more violent if not slightly overwhelming. Luffy doesn’t answer, in fact he grows silent as he grew closer and closer to climax. You feel him keep your arms in her air as he huffs a bit, ready to bust his load into you. “M’gonna cumm~ Gonna cum inside of ya pussy baby~” He snickers darkly.

Your face falls pale and you begin to struggle and try to push him off. “Luffy! Luffy no please-“ You beg, your feet pressing against his chest to try and push him away. “Ya gonna be a momma baby~ M’gonna make ya a momma!~” Luffy moans out and his brows furrows from the pleasure, ready to cum deep inside of your cute and breedable cunt.

“No please Luffy please! I don’t wanna be a momma yet!” You whimper out and tears begin to prick at your eyes as you tried to break from his grasp. “Cmon~ Lemme make ya a cute lil’ mama~ Ya gonna look so cute w’my babies inside ya~” Luffy gives you another dark smile before cupping your face. “Mmgh~ N-No Luffy!-“ He cuts your pleading off by pressing his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss as he pressed his hips hard against yours.

He lets out a groan and his eyes begins to roll back as he cums deep inside of your cunt, a whine leaving your lips as you felt his warm and sticky cum fill your pussy. You claw at his back in defeat and whined as he continued to fill you up, loading you with most of his seed.

He laughs through the kiss as you took all of his cum like his good girl, taking your fill.

You blame yourself for not taking your birth control or using protection. You thought you could trust Luffy with your words.

He pulls back from the kiss, a string of drool falling from his lips while his eyes were half-lidded with love. “Wanna see ya full of m’babies~ Ya gonna be a cute lil’ momma- Ain’t ya mami?~” He asks, his hands still cupping your face. You whine out to him and a few tears begin to fall done your face you felt upset and defeated, you didn’t want children.

“And don’cha try anythin’, if ya kill ‘em I’ll just put more into ya without ya knowin’~ I’ll surprise ya~” He giggles. You whine and he presses smooshes against your tears, kissing them away. “Shhh~ Ain’t no need t’cry~ S’all over now baby~” He whispers to you once again.

He’s just making sure you won’t leave. And it’s guaranteed to work.

Eepy

Warm fingertips rubbed at stinging eyelids that wished to lower, for even just a moment, but with the ongoing party it would prove to be a bit difficult.

Boa Hancock, yes, the same Princess and Warlord who fought against the Navy in Marinefold, had found her way to the Straw Hat ship and thus the party ensued.

But it had been a few days since you slept properly, and the energy of your friends could only charge your social battery for so long.

Voices raised in a cheer as Ussop danced on the table, waving an erratic hand at your leaning form in the distance and you lifted your own weakly, only for it to turn inward to smother a yawn.

Every second passing felt like sand was filling your body, one grain at a time.

You pushed yourself from your corner to dip past Boa's crewmates and your own, slipping by a boozy Nami who attempted to pull you into conversation "Sorry, what was that?" you shrugged your arms loosely, backward steps taking you farther from her reaching grasp "I can't hear you"

An eepy smile split your lips in two until you near flattened into the Snake Princess herself, she didn't seem too impressed at your dripping form "You're lucky my darling Luffy is your Capitan"

"Yeah, he sure is great" A familiar feeling swelled below your breast as a dopey smile spread across your cheeks, Boa's eyes scanned you until cheerful laughter grew close and tanned hands grabbed onto your shoulders from behind, the rubber noise closing in till Luffys weight smacked against your strong back. Very used to his accidental tackling.

"Hey guys! What's goin' on over here!" Luffy asked, wrapping his stretchy limbs around you and pressing his warm cheek against yours "We playin' a gaaaaaame?"

Oh god, if Boa could she'd probably turn you into stone, grind you up, and sell you on the streets as one of Caesar's newest drugs.

Your hands reached for Luffy's wrists and you released yourself from the Monkey boy's hold "Actuallllyy BOA! Has something really cool to talk to you about!"

Luffy turned to the oozing Warlord, she cupped her hands and shook her head at the mere coincidence, her darling must be here to prove his love for her, of course!

The pirate could stand still for only so long, and with all that blushing going on it didn't seem like Boa was gonna tell him that cool thing you were talking about any time soon, speaking of, where did you go?

You were right here, when did he stop hugging you?

Luffy turned on the spot a few times, and then a few more times. Which way?

The door to the Dorms clicked and Luffy's ear flinched.

Wriggling fingers scratched at the back of your head as another yaw widened your mouth, the heavy breath caving your chest as dry lips smacked against each other "Man, Franky really outdid himself with these walls"

You'd never think there was a party's worth of Pirates littered on the other side. You could still hear their muffled talk but soon you'd be met with silence, just a few more dull steps and you could collapse into one of the boy's hammocks or one of the girl's double beds- whichever door your grasp made it to first.

A cold nob filled the cup of your palm and the flip of flops flapped down the empty hall "Heeeey You" Luffy called with a cheeky grin "Where you headin' to? The party's the other way"

"Well..." you hummed, releasing the oval handle and leaning your shoulder on the door "Let's say I'm a little partied out for now"

Your Capitan's head cocked, Luffy knew that people got tired, right?

"You want some company?" Luffy took a sneaky step closer, raising an arm to lean his elbow on the wooden walls. His neck bowed so the rim of of infamous straw hat bumped against your forehead.

The memory of Luffy's long fingers digging into the flesh of your pelvis shocked your insides, a stomach tightened as you recalled how hoarse his breath was. Your Capitan's voice a few shades deeper than his current tone.

No, it was something you promised yourself wouldn't happen again.

"That's alright, Capitan" you pinched his nose "I'm just a little tired tonight"

You missed the curve of Luffy's brow, turning to reach for the handle again, it wasn't very often when it was just to two of you y'know. He pressed his lips together in a silly face, mulling out his next question slowly "Dooo yooou want... a sleeping buddy?"

Your torso twisted, and your neck slowly tuning as Luffy moved to stand a little closer behind you, leaning closer with every chance he could get "Don't you have a Princess to host?" you teased, one hand ahead of you, twisting the chilly nob before passing through the shadowy threshold.

Luffy seemed to think about it, glancing between you peeling off a shirt and the door swinging temptingly at the end of the hall, he could already hear a few partiers asking where the Capitan of The Sunny may be.

"Nah" He stepped through the doorway "I wanna be with you tonight"

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characters. monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji

cw. virginity loss / first time (luffy), cunnilingus, slight fingering, lowkey soft dom sanji, (slightly) pussydrunk luffy, nipple play, “captain”, unsafe sex (wrap it up), cumming inside then puling out

wc. 3k

a/n. hii! i finally finished this fic! im so excited to be posting it, since it took me longer than it shouldve. this hints quite a lot towards a pt2 so let me know if you would be interested in it, and yeah, thank you for being so patient since i know i posted a little teaser a while ago, hope you like it

“So, where do you wanna touch?” Sanji asks, his hands roaming over every inch of your exposed body. His touch feels heavenly, like it sets your skin on fire, and you’re not sure if it’s because you’re just that desperate for his touch or if you’re nervous over this whole… situation.

Nevertheless, you’re still expecting an answer from him. His eyes are blown wide, he doesn’t know where to look, and he wishes he could look at all of you, all of the time. Sure, it’s his first time seeing a naked woman, but by god did the sight seem incomparable to anything he’s ever seen before.

He doesn’t know what to say, he can’t decide between what he wants to touch first. Maybe somewhere that would make you feel good, right? He’s watching Sanji, the way his fingers drag over your curves. You seem so receptive to it, and he can’t decide what would make you feel best.

Thankfully, Zoro’s voice alleviates the tension, “Why don’t you touch her here, I bet she’d love it” he says, pointing at your cunt. You squirm at the thought of being touched down there, you’re aching with want but you’re still nervous, having all these men around waiting on your every reaction.

“I don’t really know how” Luffy says, a sheepish expression on his face at the thought of doing something wrong in such an intimate moment.

“We can show you,” Zoro says. “Start here, on her thighs”

Luffy’s hand instantly lands on your thigh, unsure of what he should do next.

“You can kiss her too, here…” Zoro touches your inner thigh to point where Luffy can kiss you, “and here”, this time he points at your clit, but doesn’t touch you there, as much as you wish he would.

“Ok” he says. Such a simple and casual reply shouldn’t be followed by kisses that drive you crazy because of how close they are to your heat, and at the same time not close enough. Sanji’s chest presses against your back as you unknowingly lean against him. His fingers have started toying with your nipples now, tugging and rolling the little buds, anything to prompt more sounds from your sweet lips.

Your mind goes back to the man between your thighs, now that he’s started nipping at the skin of your thighs.

“Good,” Zoro praises. “Now here” he says, pointing again. Luffy is hesitant, but still lands a few gentle kisses on your clit, leaving you breathless and making you put a hand to your mouth.

“Don’t do that, angel” Sanji says behind you, his moves halting. “Let him hear how he’s making you feel”

You remove your hand as soon as you put it up, because how could you refuse the chef’s sultry toned request? A small gasp escaped from your lips when he kissed your clit again, and you looked between your legs to see him, his lips oh so close to where you were aching the most, and his eyes never leaving yours because he wanted to see the way your face contorted in pleasure.

His hands are placed on either side of your waist, and when he licks the first stripe up your folds and you squirm under his hold, his fingers tighten on your waist, sure to keep you in your place and leave marks. His touch is inexperienced and uncertain, almost as if he's afraid, but it's hard to focus when he's eagerly slurping at your cunt, wanting more of your bittersweet escence.

"Tell Luffy how you feel, pretty girl" Sanji whispers in your ear when he sees you grow restless under Luffy's hold.

"Feels good" you sigh, trying not to look down at the man between your thighs because you're afraid the sight will bring you more pleasure than the wet muscle that keeps lapping at your pussy. "R-really good… mm-!"

"Seems like you're doing it right, Luffy" Zoro pitches in. "She can barely talk, that's how you know you're doing a good job".

"Touch her clit while you eat her out" Sanji orders, making you whine at just the thought of it. Luffy follows instantly, his fingers on your clit, rubbing circles just like Zoro told him to.

The stimulation is too much, and not long after Luffy keeps abusing your cunt with his tongue and fingers, you're clenching around nothing as you orgasm.

"She's getting even more wet" Luffy points out, taking only a second away from your pussy to say that before he's back to licking and sucking everything that is spilling out of you.

You whine in complaint when he keeps lapping at your cunt well after you orgasmed, just on the brink of overstimulation.

"That's enough" Zoro says, pulling Luffy out of the trance and away from your heat. His chin is wet with your juices, and he keeps licking at his lips to savor the taste of your cunt in his mouth.

Sanji didn't even need to tell you to give Luffy some feedback this time, just leaning down to meet your gaze was enough to communicate what he wanted you to do.

"You did such a good job, Luffy" you said between pants, still coming down from your high. "You made me feel good, and I wanna return the favor"

You lean away from Sanji's chest, face to face with Luffy now. His chin is still drenched in your juices, but he quickly fixes that when he wipes his face with the back of his arm, all the while he keeps looking at you… mostly. Maybe his gaze is drifting down to your exposed breasts every few seconds, but he's really hoping you don't notice.

"You like them?" you ask, a last bit of your confidence shining through when you see how he peers at your body. He nods, not sure what to say. Now that he knows you don't mind, he's looking without any shame.

"You can touch" you say, and he doesn't waste any time before his hands are on your breasts, harshly grabbing at the flesh and making you let out a small gasp.

"Not so hard" you say, guiding his hand to where he can touch.

"Sorry…" he apologizes. His grip instantly loosens and he's looking to you, and the way you guide his fingers to touch you. "They're softer than I thought" He says, driving you to ask himself how many times he's thought about how soft your breasts would be.

"And here" Zoro points at your nipples. "She really likes it when you suck here"

Luffy doesn't immediately suck on them, he toys with them for a few seconds, enjoying the way they feel when he pinches and rolls them between his fingers. Then, when he's done feeling your breath fan against his cheek from how close you are to him and how desperate he's making you feel, he lowers his mouth on your nipple and suckles on them, looking up at your face to see how receptive you are to his touch.

You sigh at the feeling of his tongue on your sensitive buds, but you still manage to sit upright. One of his hands is holding the breast he's sucking on, and the other is toying with your other nipple, watching the way you lean into his touch.

"Luffy…" you sigh his name. He's still looking up at you, and now he's trailing his sloppy kisses up your chest, until he reaches your neck, where he sucks and bites marks that would be hard to cover up later on, but you couldn't care less when his hand was alsp trailing down to your core, feeling the way your cunt leaked down your thighs.

"Touch him" Sanji said, still sitting back against the headboard, watching the way you keen and buck your hips into Luffy's touch. He knows it's supposed to be about helping out his captain, but god did the sight before him make it so hard not to pull you back against his lap and grind into you. Maybe he'll find time to do that some other time.

As soon as your hand comes in contact with his clothed hardness, he sighs. He's not sure if its out of relief or pleasure, but fuck he doesn't care. He didn't realize how much he needed to be touched down there, and now that he was getting it, it was almost too much for him.

His eyes are clenched shut, but maybe it's better that way. If he saw the way you were looking at him, half lidded, dazed eyes while your hand was playing with his cock through his clothes, he wouldn't last any longer.

"Don't cum in your pants, you got something much better right here" Zoro says, his fingers grazing your slit, making you look at him. "You'll be a good girl for the captain, right?" he whispers. You nod, afraid to look at him knowing he's got that same piercing gaze that always makes you feel so intimidated.

"Y-yes" you whine, the hand that was teasing your core leaving all too soon and leaving you with the familiar empty feeling of your walls clenching around nothing.

Your hand leaves Luffy's bulge, much to his disappointment. You swear you could hear a small cry leave his lips, but he doesn't care as much when you toy with the hem of his pants, sliding down his shorts and underwear in one swift motion. He was well endowed, slender cock standing tall, speaking just how eager he was to go further.

You stroke him a few times, rubbing your thumb over his slit a few times, and watching the way his breath caught in his throat. The sounds he makes when you catch him by surprise like that are heavenly, and you're desperate to hear what he sounded like when he was buried deep within you.

You go back to your previous position, your legs spread to give him the perfect view of your leaking pussy. You're propped up on your elbows, following Luffy's nervous gaze up and down your body, but primarily focused between your legs.

"How do I… you know…?

"Don't worry" you ease him, "just c'mere".

He leans closer to your body, his arms on either side of you. His body was hot all over, and it felt so good to be pinned down by him. You raise one of your hands to trace over the scar on his chest, the skin warm to the touch.

He takes you by surprise this time when he cups your face and kisses you, his inexperienced mouth doing his best to follow your movements. He kisses messily, just like everything he does, but its the best kiss you've had in a long time, sloppy tongues touching anything they can, and trying to keep in sync with everything you do.

Eventually, you pull away. Throwing your head back to catch your breath and feeling the string of saliva that connects your mouth to his. It's hot, his breath is heavy against your cleavage, but he's still not done. He leaves more kisses on the corner of your mouth, your chin, any skin he can find, he"s covered it with his lips while he starts grinding down on you.

"Luffy…" he didn't think he could like the way his name sounds so much, but your voice made it sound so good, the way it rolled off your tongue had him bucking his hips into you, his cock sliding between your folds.

"Please-!" you whimper, but he cuts you off with another kiss to the corner of your mouth.

He feels so needy, he wants to touch every inch of your skin with his lips, he's never felt anything like this and he loves everything about it. The way he wants to go even further with you, and at the same time he wants to savor every second he spends next to you is driving him crazy.

"Put it in" you say, your brows furrowed over your clenched eyes. Before he can do anything, your hand slides down between both of your bodies and grips his cock, guiding him to your entrance until the head is lined up with your hole.

As he slowly sunk into your walls, he thought about all the sex stories his crewmates told him, and how he always doubted sex could be all that.

Fuck. They were right.

The way your warm walls are wrapping around his length is enough to prove his crewmates were not exaggerating. It was everything he expected and so much more.

When he noticed how close he was to your chest, he quickly latched his mouth on one of your pebbled nipples to take his mind off the pleasure. He wasn't sure how long he'd last if he didn't have some kind of distraction.

He listened closely to every breath, every whine, every sound from you, as little as it might be. His hands are on either side of your body, and now that he's not attached to your breast anymore his breaths are heavy, still close to your chest and shuddering against your skin.

"You can cum, if you want to" you say, noticing how much of a hard time he seemed to be going through.

"No, I w-wanna… I wanna make you feel good too" he says, barely able to get out the words because he didn't want to keep you waiting any longer. He slid out until all you could feel was his tip, hot and throbbing, and slipped right back in until your clit was grazing his skin.

Nothing could've prepared him for the warmth and the wetness of your walls, so maybe that's why he goes in a frenzy and starts thrusting sporadically, uneven shoves of his hips that make you gasp and throw your head back because you weren't expecting him to slam into you with such force.

"F-fuck" you curse under your breath, you're trying not to say anything about the way he's reaching places you didn't know existed, but it's becoming harder and harder with every passing moment he keeps the taunting rhythm against you.

"Slow down," Sanji said, coming to your aid. "It'll feel better if you start slow, and then go faster".

It's almost painful to Luffy to stop right now when it felt so good, a big part of him wanted to chase that high, but as soon as he started taking his time with his thrusts and paying attention to all your moans and whines, he found himself wanting to make the moment last.

You're breathless, just like he is. You're both a panting mess holding onto each other, desperate to feel the heat from both of your bodies. His hands are caressing every incb of your skin, and yours are trailing your nails down his back, anything to relieve some of the pleasure that overwhelmed you.

You're so engulfed in the moment, you almost forgot about the two other men in the room, the ones who had been so kind as to show this boy how to fuck you properly. You look at them, sitting on the side as they watch their captain fuck their crewmate, both with equally large and vidible bulges in their pants.

You make a little reminder to pay them back for the favor.

"'m so close" Luffy says, or whines. You're not sure what he's saying anymore, and you don't know why you're making promises like that when you're sure to be exhausted after Luffy is done splitting you in half.

Your hips are bucking against him, making him feel like he's deeper in your walls, if that was even possible. He's hitting all the right spots and fuck… this is supposed to be his first time, how is he so good at this?

Your orgasm is so close, you can practically taste the sweet high. His hands have settled on either side of your head, his own head down and almost between your boobs again. He wants to cum so badly already, and it's taking every ounce of willpower in his body not to. That and the fact he can still feelt he way you clenched around his tongue when he was eating you out, and he's eager to find out how that would feel when he's inside of you.

Every thrust brings you closer to the edge until you're on the brink, and the only thing that pushes you over is the sounds he makes, or rather the ones he's trying – but failing – to hide. His whines are muffled with the skin of your chest, and his groans are held back when he bites his lips, but they're still so noticeable and the thought of him being this needy for you makes you finally cum, walls clenching around him and nails raking down his back, though he couldn't care less with the way you keep sucking him in.

It's like a vice, and every time he keeps trying to pull out your walls don't let him.

“Captain-!” you moan, so sensitive after cumming, you didn’t even think twice about what you were calling him. And fuck, why does that make him feel like that?

It’s not like he hasn’t heard you call him that every other day, it's the way everyone addresses him, but the way it rolls off your lips in such a sultry and breathless way, and rigt now out of all times quickly drives him to his own orgasm with hot spurts of his cum inside of you, but he quickly pulls out because he wants to see the way your folds look covered in his seed, and by god is it the prettiest sight he's seen all night.

Luffy's heard so many stories of first times gone terribly wrong, it was almost an irrational fear of his that the same things would happen to him. Thankfully, his friends were kind enough to convince the beautiful girl from their crew, it would only be fair if he shared her with them next time, right?

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THE SLEEPOVER

SLASHER! SABO x FEM! READER | Sexual & Dark Content

➛THE CABIN: a summer sexy horror event

MOODBOARD A/N: Thank you @dolcezzzza who hosted this event! I feel very grateful for being able to write this for my first collaboration, and it was very fun!!! Also, thank you to @downforsanji who helped me brainstorm some ideas!! There is also a special Ace appearance! I even included myself in it 🌚 do you know who I am? (HINT: I’m the college slut!)

SUMMARY: Games, drinks, and sex are what’s at your usual sleepover. In this sleepover, crushes, deception and corpses are additional and free!

WARNINGS: MODERN AU! DARK + SEXUAL CONTENT! Cursing, drinking, mentions of drugs, manipulation (if you squint), implied non-con, praising, nicknames, tw mentions of virginity + loss of virginity (reader), anxiety, rude-bitchy people, implied man handling, bondage, forced orgasms, cunnilingus, fingering, penetration, vaginal sex, rough sex, creampie, doggy style, a bit of somnophilia, dacryphilia, overstimulation, dumbification, spanking, denial of condom use, gore, deaths, murder (homocide), blood, knives, basically kidnapping, and things around the topic of deception

WC: 6.8k

The summer sun died away into the horizon, leaving the sky to welcome the glowing moon. Sighing, you hugged your tiny backpack closer, letting it replace your fluffy teddy bear left behind at home. You needed to get yourself together, you’re an adult for god’s sake! You peered at the house before you, its rich glory beholding your wimpy presence. 

“Y/N!” 

One of your older friends, Ace had driven you to your so-called “sleepover”. He grinned brightly, waving you off, “Have fun now, sweetheart.” A smile tugged at your lips as you flipped him off, his playfulness cringing you. Cackling, he drove off, leaving you walking up the steps of the house. The eccentric red door complimented the creamy walls of the two-story building, with little to no windows at all. You glanced down at your outfit, worried about looking too skimpy. Your shorts barely hid your sunkissed legs, and your red flannel button-up was no better. At least, your beat-up sneakers had shown a bit of shine from the early morning's effort. 

It was, after all, miss popular’s sleepover. The late notice left you vexed. Why would she bother with you? She already had an army of Barbies and Kens. There was no use rejecting her, and hating her in the shadows didn’t help either. You raised your hand, decorated with camp bracelets and other jingles, and knocked meekly at the large door. Horridly, it opened, revealing the college slut.

“Ah,” Stacy sighed, “It’s you.” You bit back a retort, reserving to nod instead. She eyed you up and down, her eyelashes buttered with mascara and her face caked with makeup. “Well?” she asked, “Are you coming in or not?” Mumbling a sorry, you slipped under her arm and stepped inside. She closed the door, leading you towards the rest. The corridor of the house was decorated with cliche photos and other momentums. You took notice of her onesie, a white bunny suit-up with the whole collar and headband to compliment it. 

“Did we have to bring pajamas?” you asked, running a little to keep up with her, “I see that you’re wearing–” Stacy giggled, looking down at your sorry face, “No baby, this isn’t a sleepover. I just wore it to see what the boys would say, I’m such a cute bunny! Don’t you think so?” You gave her a quizzical look before smiling at her. “Sure, you’re adorable.”  Your anxiety got the best of you, this wasn’t a sleepover? You felt stupid bringing your flashlight, homemade snacks, and board games. Just get yourself together!

The smell of distinct pot and alcohol irritated you, making you scrunch your nose as you entered the living room. There were bowls of snacks strewed about, with the occasional mystery powders lingering in the corners. A few people sat on the couch and others were huddled in circles whispering gossip or shotgunning. Other than that, the room looked proper in your eyes. 

“Oh Y/N! You came?”

You licked your teeth as you turned around, seeing Miss Pop. “Of course, Ally, why wouldn’t I?” you lied, “You look amazing, by the way.” She was not. An ugly scrunchy held up her hair, her pajamas only being a hot pink juicy couture brand. Ally was practically Barbie with the number of plastic surgeries she had, might as well be a plastic bitch. She barely smiled at you, eyeing you up and down. “Why are you dressed like that? We’re not going camping love.” 

A fucking, plastic bitch indeed. “Oh sorry,” you began, trying to look resentful, “I didn’t–” Your gaze accidentally shifted to a blond behind her, his sweet and innocent laughter distracting you. He had the most dreamy smile, his soft lips pressing together each time he talked. Your mouth lay gaping, making Ally follow your eyes before snickering. “I see you found someone you like, Y/N,” she teased, “Let me introduce you to him, he’s–” 

“No.”

Your instant reply shocked you as much as her, leaving you stuttering, “N-No thank you, I mean, I’m fine.” She crossed her arms, humming slightly. “Alright then, well enjoy the party.” she grinned, sashaying her hair, “The games start at 9 pm.” Behind you, Stacy whispered into your ear, “I would talk to him by the way, I heard that he used to come from a rich family.” Your eyes were still mesmerized by him, taking a swig of his red plastic cup. “Really?” you muttered, clutching your backpack tighter. “Mhm, I’d fuck him, I think his name is Sabu or something.” she replied, patting your back, “I’m gonna find me a dick, bye baby!” 

Taking a deep sigh, you picked through the small crowds, heading towards the corner of the living room. You tucked your backpack into the unlit fireplace, only taking out your phone. It’s not like you were going to do much, you’d probably hang out for a few more hours before leaving. You glanced at the blond again. Maybe a little longer still. You tucked in your legs, squeezing yourself away from the crowd. There were perhaps 20 or so people, rumbling about and occasionally offering you drinks. 

The sleepover was long forgotten in your head, enamored by every little thing the man did. His round eyes sparkled as he spoke, his brows furrowing as he laughed, and his long gentle fingers caressing the counter he leaned on. His blue button-up complimented his fair hair, or was it his cute face? An almost ugly scar ran down his left eye, but it made him even more ethereal in your eyes. You watched him the entire hour, zoning out at the chaos around you. 

“Alright, babes!”

Ally’s voice snapped you back into focus. She had an empty beer bottle swinging in her hand as she drunkenly made it to the center of the room. Her heels were long gone when she stood on top of the small coffee table, motioning her guests forward. Stacy was coming downstairs with another dude, giggling as she pecked him once more. You stood up, dusting your bottom of any specks that lingered, and approached the center.

“We’re going to play a game and everyone has to join,” she began, waving her pointed finger, “Stacy~!” The slut took the bottle from her friend, finishing the last drops before adding, “We’re going to play 7 minutes in heaven! Fix up the room bitches! We’re going to be naughty tonight! Woo!” You hid your frown. What kind of high school shit was that? You hesitantly helped move around the couches and tables to the ends of the room, making space for everyone to sit. 

“Is the closet ready?” asked another, knocking on the white laundry door. Another girl popped her head out before nodding, “Do we have everyone here?” You bit your lip as you sat down, shying away from the other guests comfortably sitting next to you. A light chuckle brought your attention, making you turn around to see Sabu two people away from you. He’s so close! You didn’t notice that you were staring too long as he smiled, earning him a quick blush and turn. He smiled…at me! Perhaps it was better not to gawk at him... 

“Hey, Y/N!” shouted Ally, smirking as she motioned you forward, “Get the drinks from the kitchen, we need to make sure everyone is high as fuck, and that means you too babe.” You nodded as you quickly made it forward to the kitchen, grabbing a stack of plastic cups and the bag of alcoholic drinks. You knew that as long as you were in her house, with her people, it would be very likely that she’d use you as her puppy. The circle was filled with fewer guests than you predicted, it was at best a good 20 or so. You dropped the items near the middle of the circle, where everyone reached out and served themselves greedily. When you didn’t help yourself, Stacy passed you her cup, grinning as she whispered, “Don’t worry boo, mine is just sparkling water, I know you’re not a drinker.” You played in, taking the cup and sipping it lightly. 

“Aw, Y/N, you’re too sweet.”

The crowd seemed to gaze at you, Ally’s sly comment earning you at least a few snickers. “How about you take the first turn? Spin the bottle bitch.” she sneered. Your mouth gaped at her, bitch? Feeling your hand tremble, you reached out hesitantly to the glass beer, its cold touch almost menacing. With a flick of your hand, you sent it spinning, your anxiety building up as it decided your fate. What if you got a boy? Will you be able to play it cool? Or a girl? You could probably just shout your way out of that one... You held on to the fragile cup, leaning ever so forward. 

The bottle began to slow down.

And then it stopped.

On him.

Your eyes trailed up to the blond, his round orbs staring up at you innocently. “I-I don’t think that–” you began, but the crowd jeered at you, not letting you argue. Stacy had taken your cup, pushing you forward with a cackle. Panicking, you tried to make away, until Sabu grabbed your arm softly, freezing you in place. “Don’t tell me you’re going to run away from a poor guy like me, miss?” he said, smiling a little as he stood up. Another rush of anxiety ran through, did he actually want to do this? You bit your lip nervously, feeling the tension around the room arises; they were waiting for you. The sick faces of the guests didn’t help you, but the angel in front of you offered a light expression. He lifted his eyebrow, motioning his head to the closet with a grin still glued to his face. “Well?” he insisted before raising his hands in defense, “If you don’t want to then that’s fine with me, I’m just trying to–”

“Yeah, no–”  you replied instantly, “I don’t–let’s just go in…!” Sabu said no more as he took your hand like a gentleman, leading you gracefully to the cramped room. A blush crept at your face, this was too embarrassing! You glanced slightly at the crowd who snickered, and Ally who rested her chin on her fist deviously. She was up to something and you knew it, it was too evident from the way her eyes followed you. You forgot about the man who held your hand, his large one squeezing yours as he grabbed your attention. The door closed on you both with a shout, most likely a warning. 

You let go of his hand before shoving yourself into the corner of the closet, crossing your arms. Sabu clicked his tongue before leaning on the other end of the space as well, both of you reminiscing in silence. The space was almost stuffy with a lingering scent of rotten wood, and the absence of light didn’t motivate you to investigate. You felt your legs and arms stick with sweat, making you uncomfortable. A breathy sigh left your lips, “So...you’re Sabu?” His laughter broke the silence, surprising you as you scooched away. You could barely outline his figure, but the close approximation of his body heat aroused you. “Who told you I was Sabu?” he chuckled between bouts, “It’s Sabo!” You felt your cheeks burn at the embarrassment, damn that Stacy.

“O-oh really?” you muttered, looking down, “I’m sorry…” You felt a light rub on your head, its motion ruffling you a little. “Don’t worry,” he soothed, retreating his arm, “I don’t expect cute girls like you to know my name…besides, I’ve never seen you before so...” His comment added to your fluster, making you laugh a little, “You think I’m cute? Out of all the girls in the party?” Sabo leaned over you, almost trapping you in with his height. He whispered, “Yeah, I think you’re cute…sweet even.” A smile crept up your lips as you gazed up at him, letting him press his body against yours. “But you don’t even know me…” you replied quietly, “I was going to leave but you -uh–” You gulped down your saliva, his breath almost fanning your lips. “But what?” he asked huskily, pushing a leg in between your thighs. You bit back a squeak. 

“D-don’t you think this is going a bit too fast?” you began, a rush of panic forming, “I don’t think I should be doing this–” Sabo’s soft lips crashed into yours, eating your words. Your back was pinned flatly against the wall, leaving you no option to escape. His hands traveled down to the sides of your head, trying to push you to him. You let your hands travel up to his chest before turning your head away. He took this as an opportunity to travel kisses down your neck. His calm breathing contrasted with your rigid breaths, making you whimper as you tried to sink away. 

“S-sabo!” you gasped, punching his chest, “I don’t want to do this, I don’t want–” Your breath hitched when you saw him stare up at you, his eyes laced with love…and something almost menacing. A disappointed sigh left him, but he didn’t move. “You’re one of those girls then, I suppose?” he murmured. You, slightly offended spat back. “What do you mean one of those girls? Don’t mix me up with–”

“I’m saying that you’re a virgin.”

The silence was too loud. You shifted uncomfortably under him, were you that predictable? “But I’m not saying that's a bad thing of course,” he continued, “You probably aren’t ready yet, and I get that. I respect you, so I won’t try anything bad. But I was lucky enough to steal a kiss from you, right?” He laughed a little, giving you another peck on the cheek before retracting from you. You felt the warmth of his body begin to vanish, like an opportunity slipping away. 

It's not as if you were obliged to fuck him, it's just a game after all. But god, you’ve only actually known him for a few minutes and it was as if he had your entire heart. Sabo, the nice blond. He didn’t seem like the kind to hurt you, or else he wouldn’t have listened to you in the first place. You argued with yourself. He’s nice! He’s a really nice guy, so you wouldn’t mind him being your first? He did say he respected you, so you could trust him. 

It felt almost intoxicating.

“I-I am ready,” you said, more to yourself, “I was just thinking about it, y’know? Like…” You felt the need to explain more, and it didn’t feel right. A gut feeling resounded inside you, something almost regrettable.

But we all have something we always regret, right?

“So…you won’t push me away this time?” he teased, approaching you again, “I’m glad you figured that out for yourself, I knew you were a smart one.” His hands touched your skin once more, rubbing the soft flesh lightly. “A smart and pretty one.” You blushed, his words making you tremble and thankful that he couldn’t see your reaction. Sabo took the liberty of lifting you and wrapping your legs around his waist, pinning you to the wall softly. “Let me take care of you then, pretty thing,” he cooed, kissing your lips. You melted over him, your fingers weaving through his curls. You let him take the lead. 

His mouth pressed hotly against yours, even with the occasional moan. A hand slipped through your shorts, groping and kneading your ass. You groaned onto him, growing limp at the makeout session. You tugged his lower lip before sucking on it lightly. You knew he liked it when he gasped and almost dropped you. “Let’s get rid of these shorts, shall we–” The blinding light interrupted you both with the howls of the guests. 

In those seven minutes, you forgot who you were. You felt yourself grow weak and timid again, tempted to just run away. You looked down at Sabo who dropped you an inch, and tucked your head into his shoulder. He shielded your burning face from everyone else like you were the most fragile thing in the world. Your hands were pressed in between your chest, your legs still dangling down his sides. 

“Looks like we got a new slut!! Give it up for Y/N the whore!!” 

The crowd howled louder, and your gut wrenched. Before you had a chance to break, Sabo calmly replied: “Shh, she’s sleeping. She passed out before I even got the chance to kiss her pretty face,” You felt him stroke your back pitifully. “I’m going to drop her off upstairs if you don’t mind.” A cackle left the host, “So she wimped out then? What a bitch!” Ally stood up from her spot, glaring at Sabo, “Would you still fuck her though? A sorry person like her should at least be grateful that I invited her.” The bitch laughed with her audience, “Just drop her off in whatever room, I don’t care, we’ll dump some cold-ass beer in her face when the party’s over.” You knew that it was crazy that Ally would bother inviting you to one of her wacky events, but her words still stabbed you like knives. You tried not to move or make a sound, but your shaking fit couldn’t bear with it anymore. 

“She’s cute,” Sabo repeated, laughing as well, “That’s all, see you later then.” He weaved through the circle, untouched by the commentary, and made it up the stairs. You didn’t say anything to him, and he didn’t either. The party resumed as the next person spun the bottle. You wouldn’t know who it was, and you didn’t want to. The strong arms that held you were your comfort right now, and that's all that mattered. You looked up at the blond again, catching a wisp of a dark aura –but quickly replaced with a smile. “Do you mean it?” you asked meekly. The door shut behind him as he set you on the fluffy bed. 

“Mean what?”

“That I’m cute.”

He grinned brightly, “Of course! It must’ve been fate that we met, a bad timing sure, but still fate.” He pressed you flat on the surface, your body splaying just for him. You gawked at the man, so innocent and so sweet. “If you don’t mind,” he added, unbuttoning his shirt, “I’d like you to be my girlfriend.” You blinked. “I-I mean,” he stuttered, realizing what he was asking, “I never had a girlfriend, and my brothers always brag about how happy they make them. And you make me happy and so–”

“Yeah,” you giggled, “I’ll be your girlfriend, just tell me about your brothers later, I’d love to know what kind of people they are.” His blushing mess was pushed away with playful laughter, “I said girlfriend, not wife, remember? I wouldn’t mind you being my wife too though…” You made the first move to push him over you, clashing lips yet again. He was as sweet and addicting as candy, and you savored him. “Hold up now, Y/N,” he groaned, “Take off your clothes first.” No second was wasted as you kicked off your shorts and rid of your blouse, leaving you in your underwear. You watched him undress, charmed at his pristine and perfect body. There was a trail of blond pubes near his V-line, and his body flexed when he tossed his pants. You saw him eye you again.

“O-Oh!” you realized, fumbling with your bra clasp. I’ve been staring for too long! “Here, let me help you,” he chuckled. He reached over you, unclasping it easily. You felt a little exposed as you still held onto the clothing. “C’mon,” he teased, “Let me see that beautiful body.” You did so hesitantly, letting your breasts bounce out freely. He smiled, “Put your hands up for me.” Obediently, you raised them, only to gasp when he pulled and tied them to the headboard. You didn’t get to process the moment well when he yanked off your panties, your cunt being hit with cold air.

“It's for precaution,” he insisted, “Open your mouth.” What precaution? Again, you opened up for him, and he stuffed your panties inside. You looked at him questionably, he must know what he’s doing…right? You bit the cloth, trying to spit it out. A slap on your thigh jolted you. “Don’t spit it out,” he warned, “I’ll have to punish you if you do, spread your legs now.” You didn’t listen the first time, keeping your legs shut. Sabo loomed over you, his husky voice ringing in your ear. 

“Don’t make me say it again, love.”

You gulped as you spread your legs slowly, feeling hot when he peppered you with kisses. “Good girl,” he praised, helping you push your legs up. Some doubt filled you, what if he doesn’t know what he doing? What if–? Your thoughts were snatched away when a wet and warm muscle licked up your slit. A strangled yelp left your throat when you bucked your hips. His tongue ran small kitten licks on your pussy, his hands making sure you kept your body down. There was something so alien, yet so pleasurable when he laid before you. 

His muscle circled your clit, kissing, sucking, and nibbling on it softly. Strings of muffled noises left your mouth as you whined against him. “You taste so fucking good, baby,” he groaned, inhaling your scent greedily, “Just look at you.” Sabo moved to hold your legs with one hand, the other traveling down to collect your sticky slick. Your teary eyes looked down at him, where he played with your essence in front of you. It stuck like strings over his long fingers and tasted like syrup to him when sucked them off. 

“I’m so lucky to be your first,” he whispered. You panicked when his tongue poked around your entrance. His fluffy hair tickled your thighs when he sang to himself, “Allllllll mineeee.” His fingers were quick to replace his tongue, tricking you evilly when he pushed a single digit inside you. Sabo was delighted to feel your tight walls clench around his one finger, “Now this won’t do at all, I’ll have to prep you well if I’m going to fit.” You groaned again, but he wasn’t wrong. He pushed another three digits inside, going knuckle deep as your pussy warmed them up. You lay still, growing accustomed to the stretch. “Ready?” he asked, slowly pumping his fingers. 

You nodded, breathing shakily when his digits began to stretch you painfully. He was extremely skilled with his hands, easily finding the spots that made you squirm and the ones that made you squeal the loudest. The wet splurging sounds of your sopping cunt resounded throughout the room, adding to the sweet tune that left your muffled mouth. You felt the burn in your tummy ignite more when he added his tongue to the mix, earning him a cry of pleasure as you shuddered before him. Your sweet pussy clenched around his digits when you arched your back, but he didn’t stop. Sabo still fingerfucked your throbbing hole, speeding up intentionally while he lapped up all spurting juices. He “helped” you overcome your first release, but even then it was too strong. Your arms grew sore over the headboard and your head lolled to the side with drool escaping your lips.

“Ah ah ah,” he tsked, “Don’t go down on me now, we haven’t even gotten to the best part.” The blond retreated his wet fingers, leaving your pussy empty and yearning for him. You felt your warm release trickle down as your legs were repositioned. Was this how it felt? To be loved? Sabo caged your upper body, grinning at your fucked out face. Your weak head was lifted, his rough and gentle fingers pulling out your wet panties. Some of your salivae still connected you to them. “Well, this isn’t going to work,” he sighed, tossing it to the side as he hooked his thumbs to the band of his black briefs. 

Your heart beat faster when you saw his dick. It was curved deliciously with its pink tip weeping slightly. But it was big. That wasn’t going to fit, it just can’t! “S-sab…!” you croaked, panicking, “N-Na fish no!” You pulled the restraints desperately, shaking your head in refusal. He was quick to slap your face awake, “Behave.” Your lover aggressively squeezed your cheeks, puckering your lips. “It will fit, so stop being so fussy.” With that, he untied the shirt that held your wrists and wrapped it around your mouth as a gag. He finished it off with a knot, your teeth poking out as you bit it. 

“Good girl.” he praised, pecking your forehead. You looked down at your wrists, burned by the mere cloth. Sabo moved back down on his knees as he dragged your thighs to cradle his hips. Your body hovered the bed, your arms finding leverage on the header again. Blinking a few times you remembered. You did your best to speak through the gag, “Chomdin! Chomdin!” His attention was lifted from your body, staring up at you in disbelief, “Condoms?” You nodded eagerly, safety first, right? He chuckled lightly at you before shaking his head, “Now where’s the fun in that? C’mon, lemme please you baby.” 

You didn’t get to argue back, screaming silently as he forced himself into your tight hole. You tried to smack his arms, holding onto him dearly with your head digging into the pillows. “Relax Y/N,” he grunted, rubbing small circles on your clit, “You’re making it really hard for me to fit y’know?” You shook your head, whimpering as your eyes stung with the pain. He slowly slid inside your sweet cunt, your previous mess helping him with the friction. You could tell that even you were too small for him. His face contorted as he bit his lip, panting when you squeezed his dick more. You could only hope that the pleasure rode out the pain.

“Y-you’re doing so good,” he hissed, digging his hand into the plush of your fat thigh, “Just keep taking me in like that…!” He was able to meet you halfway, giving up on you, but knowing full well that it near broke you. Your chest heaved, finally able to take a moment to breathe. You could barely see through your tearful eyes, sobbing at the blond. Fuck, it felt so good when he rutted himself inside you, almost making you forget about the tight grip you had on him. 

“Hold on.”

You scrunched your eyebrows, what does he mean hold on–? You were quickly answered. Your throat erupted once more for the night, moaning as your lover ruthlessly pounded into you. His groin slapped your skin eagerly, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. His hands moved to hold your waist, picking you up and shoving your harder. The erotic pleasure left you breathless, your body growing limp as you focused on the wet claps of sex clashing. Sabo barely let out any audible noise, and only rarely would you hear a growl followed by a string of curses. He adored your pretty pussy holding onto his dick, grinding and changing angles every few seconds. When you let out the most filthy moan of the night, he instantly ravaged you, forcing more of that melody to fill his ears. It didn’t matter if everyone discovered the noises above them, they can go to hell for all it mattered. Another mewl left your wet lips as the blond popped one of your breasts into his mouth. He licked and sucked your nipple before biting it softly. 

“That’s it,” he rasped, feeling your second orgasm fast approaching, “Cum for me baby, show me who makes you feel this good.” As if by command, your cunt spurted around him, letting lewd sounds harmonize with your choked wails. Sabo pulled out of you, a ring of your slick coating his cock. His throbbing length was still hard, leaving him dissatisfied. “One more round,” he insisted, ripping off the gag, “Go on all fours now baby,” You weakly mouthed a no, feeling yourself slip into the pleasures of sleep. 

And of course, he just couldn’t have that.

He roughly flipped you over like a ragdoll, grabbing your arms as he tied the gag again on your burned wrists. Your face squished against the pillows, and you bet you looked terrible. Your hair was probably messy right now, hell you probably even looked like a slut. Wet dribbles ran down your mouth, but you didn’t have the strength to close your lips shut. Your ass was raised to meet Sabo’s hips. He used a hand to position himself back into your pussy, and slipped back in easily. “See? I fit just like a glove now,” he chuckled, “Does it still hurt now?” You didn’t reply, you couldn’t. “Oh, that’s right, you can’t talk. Sorry love,” His large hand held your wrists up, making your upper body arch up and lift you from your slouch. 

“You can moan all you want now,” he said, shifting a little behind you, “Fuck, you can even scream if you’d like. Don’t worry about being heard, I’ll take care of that…” His last words were barely audible to you by the spank he gave your bum. You yelped, but that too was taken away. He began with his rough pace again, shaking your legs even worse when you couldn’t hold yourself up. You felt your eyes roll back as he practically fucked you into the mattress, only his grip keeping you up. Your breasts were teased by the sheets, being dragged back and forth. Sabo loosened up a little, letting more grunts escape him.

Your cunt squeezed and clenched around him ethereally, better than any other pussy he fucked before. There was something different about you, whether it be that he corrupted you completely or found himself falling for your sweet obedience. He loved seeing you go dumb on his cock, oh but he probably loved you better when you almost passed out from just his hands. He could easily force you into more submission if he wanted. Shit, he might actually keep you. 

Perhaps he will.

You clenched around him one more time, triggering both your releases as you finally knocked out. Sabo rode out his high slowly, shoving his seed deep inside. His cheeks burned and ran with the sweat trickling down his forehead. He retreated his dick, huffing a little at the sight of his cum dripping down the sheets. The blond pushed his hair back before dragging out a long sigh, beginning to clean up. Soft snores were audible to him as he untied your wrists and tucked you into the bed, he’ll be back for you later.

He sang to himself, picking up his clothes as he dressed himself back up. Glancing at the clock that read midnight, he led himself out, giving you one more look before heading back to the others. 

Something about tonight made him smile.

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You woke up not long after, aroused by sounds disturbing your sleep. You blinked away the tiredness, rolling lazily off the bed, and falling. Cursing, your legs barely lifted you, not to mention the dry stickiness in your legs pestered you as well. It took you a moment to realize what had just happened…

You literally fucked a guy.

A smile crept up your lips, and he was your boyfriend too! Ignoring the need to clean, you searched for your scattered clothes, eager to tell Stacy about your event. She wasn’t that bad for being in miss barbies army, so it didn’t seem terrible if you tell her the tea. You rinsed your face quickly in the connected bathroom and fixed your messy hair a little. After putting on your shoes, you walked right out, but something didn’t feel right.

It was too quiet.

Too silent.

Too….empty.

You tread carefully out into the hallway, looking both ways and not seeing a soul in sight. The house was dark, aside from the moonlight shining through the open windows. The scene felt straight out of a cliche horror movie, the reference not helping that sinking gut feeling. You walked down the stairs a little, peering over the railings gaps only to clasp your mouth in shock.

They were fucking dead. 

You held the vomit that threatened to spill. It looked as if there was an effort to spill as little blood as possible, but a struggle prevented it. Some people sat on the couches with slit throats, their blood a crescent shape as it ran down their clothes. Others were still on the floor in their circle. A few lay splayed, their faces stuck in horror. They were scared, and like a disease, it infected you too. You scanned the room for anyone alive, literally anyone. A noise behind you jolted you forward, causing you to fall and roll down the stairs. You silently screamed at the pain that shot up your leg, hoping that the perpetrator didn’t hear you. 

You sobbed again, forcing yourself to get back up and get your backpack. The smell of marijuana and alcohol still lingered in the room, hiding the smell of the rotting corpses. You were leaving, there was no need to play Sherlock and find who did it. Only you mattered, and you could only expect that Sabo was killed too. You passed through the litter, bile wanting to erupt from your throat. One of your hands held your limping leg steady, and the other muffled your mouth. You got your backpack, but its contents were spilled. 

Ally did it.

Your snacks were scattered and your board games torn, and worst of all— your phone was broken. That bitch! You headed to the door but were stopped by a tune coming from the kitchen. Shit. You quickly made back up the stairs, the killer would assume that he murdered everyone and then leave, right? You bit your lip to suppress your pain, successfully making it up. You gave downstairs a glance, and you almost believed you hallucinated, seeing a wisp of blond hair climb up. You quickly limped to the nearest doors, jumbling the knobs that refused to open. The steps were getting closer. You began to panic, reaching a white door at the end of the corridor that finally let you in. You opened it without a thought and slammed it shut.

“Y/N?”

You snapped your head behind you to see Stacy, her makeup ruined as she sat on the toilet. She sniffed as she dramatically cupped her mouth, “You’re alive? You’re alive!” You glanced behind her, gasping as you backed up. A bloody Ally lay in the tub, her face torn. It looked as if an animal ravaged her face, along with her stomach that spilled its contents on the white ceramic. “I-I tried to help her Y/N,” began Stacy, sobbing again, “But he fucking stabbed her! Again and again, like a crazy-ass psycho! I bet he’s still out there, I bet he’s trying to find me too and you as well–” You cut her off:

“Who??”

“Fucking Sabo!! The fucked up dude!”

You grimaced shaking your head, Sabo? He couldn’t do that, he…that’s just not him. His wide grin and innocent eyes came to mind. “It can’t be! I literally just fuc–” The brunette wailed at you, stabbing her finger, “You fucked him? Please tell me you didn’t! That son of a bitch??!!” You nodded slowly shaking as you turned to the door. Sabo’s no killer…was he? “Y-you’re lying!” you spat, “Sabo would never–” 

The splinters of crashing wood interrupted you both, making you run to the corner of the bathroom. Stacy screamed as shook you, “Did he follow you?” You looked at her fearfully, trembling as the missing patch of wood stuck out a gloved hand, reaching for the doorknob. It opened with a long creak.

Your heart sank.

Your boyfriend stood at the entrance, his knife stuck to the door as he glared at you both. His blue shirt was drenched with red. He softened a little when he saw you, “Ah, you’re here too?” You felt small and not a word peeped out of you. Stacy, on the other hand, had at least a little fight in her. 

“You bitchhh!!!” she screamed, launching herself on the blond with her nails, clawing at his face. But she would never have won in the first place. The silver metal impaled her, making her gasp loudly. “I don’t like girls like you, I’m afraid,” he said coldly, tossing her away. Sabo made his way toward you, opening his arms, “C’mon Y/N she was the last one, we can–” The slut attacked him again, pushing him over the tub where the host's corpse lay. “IT TAKES MORE THAN A STAB TO TAKE ME DOWN BITCH!!!” she screeched, trickles of blood running down her mouth. Sabo fell down with a grunt, giving you a chance to run. 

You limped as fast as a limped person could run, passing the corridor and making your way to the stairs. Your heart still throbbed for Sabo, still not accepting his inhumanity. Your escape was short-lived when you were pinned to the wall, stealing your air. You didn’t dare look up. 

“Y/N, look at me.”

You didn’t. 

“Y/N, I said look at me,” he repeated, more harshly. You still didn’t. He pressed on your wounded leg, earning him a yelp. Angrily, you peered up, hiding the tears he wanted to see. His face ran an ugly gash over his old scar, a last parting gift from Stacy. “Don’t ever do something like that, ever.” he hissed, digging at your wound again, “Is that clear?” You quickly nodded, your eyes glistening. Sabo smiled a little, letting the blood from his gloves swipe on your wet cheek. “You’re going to be with me from now on, okay? I'll give you everything you ever need, all I ask is that you be a good girl and listen.” You stared. He gripped your neck tightly, his hot breath fanning your ear, “Are we clear, I said?”

“Y-yes.”

He kissed your temple, pulling you to him and carrying you, “That's what I like to hear.” He helped you down the stairs, silently enjoying each whimper, tear, and sob that left you. Your little nose sniffed, hopeless at your situation. He expected this to go more smoothly, unlike his other jobs, but it doesn’t really matter in the end. As long as the job is done, then that’s an A+ in his book. He peered at the clock again, reading 1:30 am. His partner should arrive about now. 

“Why me?” you asked.

Sabo smiled, “I like you, that’s why.” He set you down by the door, a grave mistake. Before he had a chance to pull out his phone, you were already running outside. The cold air hit your legs and arms, your tears drying in the night air. Crickets chirped as you ran down the driveway, you had to run. And by luck, a familiar car passed by.

Ace!

You quickly limped over to the red vehicle, opening the doors hurriedly as you launched yourself in. “Ace! Ace!,” you began, your words coming out as croaks, “We have to go now, he’s coming! Drive! Ace!” The freckled raven watched you for a moment, baffled.

“Why’re you still alive?”

“W-what?” you whispered, trembling as his gaze shot you, “W-what do you mean Ace? What do you mean I’m still alive?” Your door was opened by the blond, who waved at the raven, “Hey brother, did she scare you?” When his eyes met yours, he stopped grinning. He pulled you out of the car roughly, shoving you into the back seats. “That wasn’t very nice Y/N,” he said, glowering over you, “I’ll teach you some manners later.” Ace dramatically gasped at you before howling, “Damnnnnn imagine?” He cackled as he greeted his brother, exchanging a handshake before igniting the engine.

“I thought we settled on everyone?” the driver asked, revving his way out of the neighborhood, “So why is she here?” You felt sick. Sabo glanced behind him, seeing you still tossed on the backseat with your wide doe-eyes, “She’s really…interesting if I put it simply.” He shifted his attention back to the road.

“Shit, I didn’t even know she had potential,” Ace whistles, “I know y’all fucked though,” He tapped his nose, “I can smell fresh sex y’know.” The men laughed loudly, passing jokes carefree. You looked outside of the window, pressing your red hands on the glass, fresh morning dew coating it. You couldn’t help but cry, you were stuck. No one would come to save you. Houses passed by, the night sky slowly readying itself for the glorious morning. The stars lost their twinkle as they stood over you, sadly whooshing away at your poor fate. 

And cruel fate it was. 

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Dirty Secret - Luffy x Reader

Decided to post something from my drafts for now while I recover, I’ll be posting requests soon!

D - Dirty Secret 

Synopsis: He had never fully understood why he was attracted to… that, that THING. It shocked him, confused him and made his stomach twist in such a strange way. 

Warnings: NSFW

Keep reading

contains semi-public sex.

Got a glimpse of Film Gold and immediately started writing.

“Oh my goodness Luffy! You did so good out there!~ Good job all three of you!~” You hug Luffy tightly as you both walked out of the raceway, with Luffy winning ten times the amount of beri it costed to get in. Luffy smiles brightly as he had his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, appreciating the affection he was earning for their win.

“I could barely focus cuz of ya an’ th’outfit ya got on~ I couldn’ stop thinkin’ bout’ it~ M’happy we won that though!” He says to you, a bit of blush dusting his cheeks. You blush and pepper a kiss to his cheek, making his body burn up with excitement. “Aw, don’t act like you’re not looking up to par either Luffy~ My handsome little man~” You complimented him, softly yanking on his flower-printed collar.

“Ya keep tellin’ me how good I look and I might rough ya up~” Luffy warns, his arm pulling you closer to him while his other hand grip your dress strap. You smirk mischievously and giggle as he swoops you off of your feet, your glittery heels nearly slipping off as he pulls you up into his arms. “Oi Nami! We’ll be back! We’re gonna go play sum games togetha!~” Luffy’s yells to Nami, a wide smile spread across his face.

Nami turns to you both and sighs. “Don’t you two get in any trouble, and make sure you know how much beri it costs in the games this time! You idiot..” Nami scolds Luffy. Luffy nods and runs off with you, carrying you into another game room with the casino’s game chips jingling within his pocket.

***

“Ahhh L-Luffy~” You mewled out heavily as you felt him shove his cock deeper inside of your gushy little cunt, your walls squeezing him tight as he thrusted into you with ferocity. Luffy lets out little grunt as he felt your cunt squeeze and suck him in, his hands gripping your thighs tightly to make sure you wouldn’t slip from his grasp. “Fuck, ya squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight~” He groans out heavily, the texture of your sequin dress rubbed roughly against his fingers.

You gripped his pearly white vest tightly as he ruts into you, your toes curling within your glimmering heels as they began to slip from your feet. Luffy lets out a lengthy gasp as he stared into your eyes through his candy-glass shades, whimpering a bit before smushing his chapstick-coated lips into your glossy ones. He suckles and bites on your lip while lifting one of your legs up a bit higher to hit you at a deeper angle, making you mewl out louder.

“Mmgh! A-Ah! O-Oh god~” You moan out, pressing your face deep into his neck and getting a deep whiff of his strong cologne. “Fuck baby~ M’gettin’ close~” He huffs out, pushing your back a bit farther against the stall door. You whimper out as your nails began to dig into his vest, leaving a few marks while his cock kissed your cervix.

A sudden gasp leaves you and you arch your back as he shoves his cock deeper into your cunt, close to pushing past cervix and deeper inside of you. “Mmgh! Luffyyyy!~” You bit your bottom lip tightly while your brows begin to furrow from the pleasure. Luffy breathe heavily and his eyes begins to roll back as he begins to move his hips a bit faster against yours. “Mhh! Mhh fuck baby~ Ya gonna make me cum~” He mewls out shakily, burying his face deeper into you neck.

“Ooh Luffy~ I’m so close too, please keep going faster~” You gasp out, shutting your eyes tightly before gasping out for air. You hear Luffy chuckle against your neck before he press smooches against your neck, leaving oily chapstick marks behind. “Cmon an’ cum then baby gal~ Wancha to cum ‘round my dick~” Luffy urges you, a heavy huff leaving his lips. Your wrap your legs around his hips tightly while he pulls your dress up a bit farther with one hand, making sure you wouldn’t ruin it with your sweet juices.

“Oh Luffy~ Luffyyyy!~” You groan out heavily and hit your bottom lip a bit tightly, close to scarring it as the pleasure began to fill and fuck up your brain. Luffy presses his lips against your once again, stuffing his tongue past your cherry-flavored lips and dominating you while you let out a muffled moan. Your hand slowly trail up his neck and to his fluffy curls, combing your fingers through them while he continued to thrust up into you.

Feeling Luffy’s cock twitch within your warm and soaking walls, a groan leaves him as he felt himself ready to burst deep inside of your needy pussy. His arms wraps tightly around your body and his hands practically grip your dress as he groans out heavily. He pulls his lips from yours and lets out a breath moan, his legs trembling as he struggled to hold his orgasm back a bit longer.

“G-Gonna! Baby m’gonna!~” He gasps out and throws his head back while his hips trembled against yours. “Please! Please! Do it Luffy!” You begged, a lengthy angelic moan leaving your glossy lips as you felt yourself ready to cum around his length. “F-Fuck! Fuck m’cummin’!” He shuts his eyes tight and his body shudders against yours before he lets out a gasp of pleasure, his cock finally spurting cum deep inside of your warm cunt before he lets out another whine.

You mewl out heavily and your legs trembles as you squirt out onto his lower abdomen, coating his tanned sun-kissed skin. A little laugh spills from Luffy’s lips before he presses a kiss to yours, his eyes half-lidded as he stared at you through his shades. “Ohhh~ Oh Luffyyyyy~” You moan out, hugging him tight while you tired your best to recover from your orgasm. “Shishishi~ Look at it drippin’ down ya thigh~” He whispers, looking down at your thighs and the marble bathroom floor.

You whimper out and he presses one more kiss to your lips to soothe you, giving you a sweet smile afterwards. “Can ya stand baby?~” He asked, lifting you up a bit more so you couldn’t slip from his grasp. “M-Mhh…I-I dunno.” You admit, looking away as a bit of blush dusted your cheeks. Luffy snickers and pulls your panties back in place before fully pulling your dress down your legs.

“Ya lucky this dress is long enough~ They woulda been able to see m’sticky cum leakin’ down ya thighs~” He whispers to you, a little chuckle leaving him. You blush as his lewd words and sigh before pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Cmon~ Let’s go play some more games~ We can finish the rest tonight can’t we baby?~” You asked, pulling his thick and lighter straw hat onto his head. He nods before slowly placing you down onto the floor.

“Yeah~ Wanna fuck ya in ya dress when we get back though~ Shishishi~” Luffy snickers, his hand wrapping around your waist once again to prove support for you. You smile before chuckling to him. “Of course baby, as long as you promise to keep your sexy little suit on for me~” You whisper to him before pressing a smooch to his cheek.

Insomnia

Pairing: Zoro x Reader, platonic Strawhats & Reader

SFW

Summary: You find yourself unable to sleep, and all of your friends are determined to help. Unfortunately, nothing seems to work...until you find yourself in the lap of a certain swordsman. Warnings: Just Extreme Fluff! Word Count: ~3k Crossposted from Ao3

You were exhausted.

It had started slowly. You began to take a little longer to fall asleep and wake up just a touch earlier, spending days with your thoughts just a bit fuzzy around the edges, eyes a little unfocused in quieter moments, but nothing severe.

Then you started waking up in the middle of the night, unable to fall back asleep no matter how long you closed your eyes and laid there, praying for relief. You would instead wander around the ship, find ways to make yourself busy, making conversation with whoever was on night watch. You pretended not to notice the quiet concern on the crew’s faces when they all spoke and realized you had been awake to speak with each of them at 4am for the last week.

And now, you have given up on sleeping entirely, staring at the ceiling of your quarters with no sign of sleep’s embrace at all. No matter what you tried, it wouldn’t come. You can already see sunlight begin to shine under the door. Your friends are stirring, and you can already smell the breakfast Sanji’s making this morning. Another night of restlessness. You can barely force yourself out of your cot, but there isn’t a point in staying. It won’t help. You drag yourself to the deck, feet shuffling and face scowling.

“Still can’t sleep?” You don’t notice Usopp until he speaks, and you look up to see him up on the railing, fishing pole in hand, face flooded with pity and concern.

“No.” You try desperately to keep from snapping, knowing it isn’t his fault, isn’t anyone’s, but the best you can do is keep your voice flat and your words short. He winces a little at your tone, but he doesn’t comment. Instead he ponders you quietly, before seemingly coming to a decision.

“Do you want help?”

“Help how?”

“Help falling asleep! From the great Captain Usopp!” He puts on a silly wide and smug smile, but you can still see the worry in his eyes. He probably doesn’t even have any ideas yet, he just wants to help in any way he can.

“I would try almost anything at this point. What’re you thinking?”

He lets out a smug little laugh. “I knew you’d want my help! I don’t know if you know this, but I’m the greatest storyteller in all the seas.” He gives you a conspiratorial grin. “I bet you I can tell you a bedtime story that’ll send you to dreamland before you know it!”

You consider it. Usopp is an amazing storyteller, of course. You’ve never heard him tell a single tale that wouldn’t hook you enough to keep you awake, but maybe he’s just never tried. “Alright. I’ll come get you tonight—”

“Tonight? You’ll probably die by then! We’re gonna do this now, and you can sleep the entire day!” He grabs your hand, dragging you back to the bunks. You pass a few of your other friends on their way out, and while Zoro and Nami give you strange looks, they don’t comment. Just before the door closes, you see Sanji’s head pop out of the kitchen you call everyone in, and his eyes shift to you in confusion.

The door slams with a definitive sounding thunk, and Usopp’s hands push you onto your cot. He tucks you in with surprisingly practiced hands, before saying, “Alright. Get ready for the best sleep of your life!” He clears his throat dramatically. “Once upon a time, the great Captain Usopp—”

“—the end! …Nothing, huh? Not even for a second?” You flick open an eye to see disappointment on poor Usopp’s face. His tale had continued for at least an hour, with several dozen twists and turns as he tried to stretch it out until you finally started snoring, but you were as horribly, devastatingly awake as ever.

“Not even a wink. Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, you're not the one who failed.” His shoulders slump a little. “I really thought that would work.”

You sit up to pat this hand comfortingly. “You didn’t fail, Usopp. I’m just…cursed. Probably. By God.” His stomach grumbles, and you suddenly remember he skipped breakfast to help you. “We should probably eat something.”

“Probably.” He looks so dejected it makes your chest ache a little.

“It’s okay, Usopp. Really.”

He doesn’t respond, getting up to head to the kitchen as you trail behind him. Everyone else has finished eating, half of the crew having already left, with only Sanji, Robin, and Nami chatting quietly over the table. There’s a plate set and ready, food growing cold, and you feel a flash of guilt knowing it was for you.

“Oh, my dear, you’re finally here! I was getting worried. I can fix you a new plate—here—” Sanji shoves the cold plate into Usopp’s hands. “I’ll throw something better together, just you wait!” Before you can even respond, he’s back to the kitchen, busying himself with making you something else.

“Are you alright? You look rather…” Robin trails off, clearly looking for and failing to find any words to describe your current state that wouldn’t be horribly offensive. 

“Awful.” Nami finishes for her, firmly but not without pity. “Are you still having trouble sleeping?”

“Yeah. I haven’t slept in at least 48 hours.”

“Oh my god.” Nami’s mouth hangs open a little, having not realized the full scope of your issues. Her face is painted with concern. “Are you…alright?”

“Not really.”

“You still can’t sleep?” Sanji calls out in concern over his shoulder, his knife still chopping away. “Do you want me to make you some tea? It might help.”

“Is it chamomile? I’ve tried that already.”

“It has chamomile in it, but that isn’t the only part. Valerian root, passionflower, and a couple extra things. I can’t guarantee it’ll fix your problem but it might help. I made it for Franky once and he fell asleep right at the table.” There’s no small measure of pride in his voice at that.

“I’m open to anything, at this point. Would you make me a cup?”

“Of course, dear!” His voice gets soft and honeyed the way it always does when he speaks to you, and after a new plate is placed in front of you he rushes off to the pantry to find the ingredients he needs.

Robin looks over you consideringly. “If that doesn’t work, why don’t you try reading? I always find winding down with a book helps.”

“Maybe. Usopp told me a story and it didn’t end up working, but reading it myself could be different.”

Nami taps her chin with her fingers, pondering. “Do you want to use aromatherapy, too? I have some lavender we could spray on your pillow. That might help too.”

“We can throw whatever spaghetti at the wall you want, I just want something to stick. I’m not picky.”

And with that the girls were off to grab their chosen items, while Usopp silently scarfed down cold eggs and tried to bandage his wounded pride. Sanji is humming a song you don’t recognize as the kettle whistles, and he expertly prepares your cup of tea. He’s sneaking glances over at you, probably lost in a daydream where he saves you from your horrible insomnia and you fall madly in love with him in return. Honestly? If he manages, you might. Any hero that saves you from this is worth considering.

As soon as the mug of tea is placed in your hands, Sanji’s fingers seemingly deliberately brushing against yours, you’re ushered back to your cot, where Nami, Robin, Brook, and Franky are waiting. You have no idea when this turned into a group activity, but sure. Why not?

“I thought some soothing music might help. A lullaby, maybe?” Brook’s voice is soothing and soft, like he’s already trying to lull you to sleep.

“And I brought a white noise machine as a backup! Thought you might like it.” Franky’s voice is as gentle as his natural boom can be.

Your eyes flick between them, then back to Nami, who’s unnaturally focused on fluffing your pillows and adding extra blankets to your cot, making it look the most inviting it ever has. “Are you gonna charge me for those?”

“No! …Probably not.” Her grin is mischievous.

“Honestly, if you get me to sleep, I’ll pay whatever you—”

“Woah! Don’t make any promises you can’t keep. She’ll keep you to that.” Franky’s voice is filled with brotherly concern. “Nami, don’t pay attention to that. Anyone that tired has no idea what they’re saying.”

“I wouldn’t actually take payment for this! I’m not a monster.” Her last punch to your pillow has a bit of extra force behind it, her irritation clear.

Before they can continue bantering, Brook begins playing a tune on his violin, bringing the rest of you to silence. Your hands are wrapped around your warm mug of tea, a book chosen by Robin open in front of you while you sip. The smell of lavender is strong enough to have flooded the room. Franky clicks a button on his little machine and the sounds of spring rain washes over all of you. Your shoulders relax, a soft smile slipping onto your face, but your eyes are no closer to closing. Even when Sanji comes in to take your mug away, the warmth long faded, or when Brook’s finger bones grow tired and his song comes to an end, or when the snores of your friends start to fill the room, you do not sleep. You feel no closer than you were an hour ago when this started, no closer than you were this morning when Usopp had tucked you in. You honestly feel like you’ll never sleep again.

It isn’t until noon that you finally give up, having finished half of the book that Robin lent to you. The smell of lavender had started to fade an hour ago. You carefully step over Franky and Brook passed out on the floor, your eyes wandering over to Nami and Robin sleeping peacefully on vacant cots. You try to be glad this worked for somebody, but you can’t help a bitter sort of jealousy brewing in your chest. Why do they get relief when they aren’t even suffering? Why is it only you who has to feel this weight dragging you down?

You try to stalk past Luffy, pouting all the while, but your captain catches you by the wrist with a rubbery hand. “Are you okay?”

You huff. “I’m never going to sleep again.”

“That sucks.”

You blink at him blankly.

He blinks back.

“I’m just having trouble sleeping. Not, like, literally.”

“Oh.”

“It sucks.”

“Yeah.” He hums, pressing his lips together in thought. You can practically see the lightbulb above his head when he has his idea, his eyes brightening and smile widening. “Oh, I’ve got it!” He pulls you along with him, dragging you quickly further onto the deck before you’re unceremoniously shoved forward, stumbling over your legs and landing on something firm and warm.

“Bwuh?” Your eyes flick up to see Zoro bathed in sunlight, his good eye just barely open, a yawn forcing his mouth open wide. “What’s goin’ on?”

“You’re good at sleeping!” He gives a wide grin. “Help ‘em!” And without elaborating he just…runs off to do god knows what, satisfied that he has somehow solved the problem.

Zoro’s eye focuses on you questioningly, but before you can explain, you suddenly become intensely aware of your position. You’re in his lap, face pressed into his thighs, your chest pressed into his lower legs. You both stare at each other, wide-eyed, unsure on what to say or how to say it.

“You comfortable down there?” His voice is even, but he’s betrayed by the hint of pink on his cheeks.

“I—um. I’m…fine.” You wince at the shake in your voice. You can feel heat spreading from the tips of your ears down to your neck, and you hope it isn’t as noticeable as it feels. The smirk on his face shows it probably is.

“Oh yeah?” He gives a quiet laugh. “You’re welcome to stay.” Despite his own embarrassment, he radiates smugness. That’s Zoro for you—ever the strategist, he finds whatever upper hand he can get and uses it to corner his opponent. He’s looking at you like a cat does a mouse, and you really do feel like prey. You instinctively go to hide your face from him, only to find your nose brushing against his thigh. He chuckles. “Oh, getting cozy, that’s good. I guess you’re in for the long haul.”

You flush even further, and with your voice muffled against his leg, you manage to protest. “I’m having a bad enough time without you bullying me, Zoro.”

“This isn’t bullying. C’mon, I’ve seen how you fight, you’re tougher than that. You normally don’t back down that easily.” His hand ruffles your hair like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “What’s got you so down?”

You whine quietly. “I haven’t slept in days, and I haven’t slept well in weeks. I feel like I’m dying.”

His energy immediately changes, eyes and smile softening into something more genuine. “Doesn’t sound fun. And Luffy thought I could help you with that?”

“I guess.”

“What have you tried?”

“Everything. Counting sheep, bedtime stories, warm drinks, lavender—”

“Bedtime stories?” His voice is teetering on teasing again.

“Usopp’s idea.”

“What, did he tuck you in too?”

You go quiet.

“Wait, really?” He sounds well and truly baffled.

“It was actually kind of nice,” you mumble. 

If you didn’t know better you would think Zoro was pouting. His eye is a bit narrowed, his mouth in a flat line, bottom lip slightly jutted out. “Oh yeah? Well it didn’t work, did it? So you had to come to me for help.”

His hands grab your shoulders, pulling you up so you’re sitting instead of laying on his lap, your face directly pressed into his chest. You can hear his heartbeat below it, not exactly rapid but certainly betraying him, letting you know this situation is affecting him just like it’s affecting you. His arms wrap around you, and when he speaks, you can feel the rumble of his voice radiate through his chest and into you. “And now you’re gonna sit here with me, you’re gonna fall asleep before you know it, and the rest of those fools will have to accept that only I could give you what you need.” He pulls you impossibly closer, snugly tucking you into him and leaning back to pull you down to the deck with him.

“Someone’s a little jealous, huh?”

He scoffs. “Why would I be? Who’re you laying on right now, huh?” His hand grips your hip as if proving a point. “Go to sleep already, you need it.”

“What, you think this is all it takes? Cuddling?” Even as you say it, you break into a yawn, and your eyes begin to droop. His presence is comforting, and between his body heat and the gentle warmth of the sunlight, you can feel yourself beginning to fade. Your vision is too blurry to see his cocky grin, but you know it’s there all the same.

“Yeah, I do. Now get some rest.” You barely hear his response over the calming sound of his heartbeat. Your breathing slows, and before you know it, you’re sleeping for the first time in what feels like years.

After you’ve fallen asleep, he takes his time to observe you. The way your hair shines in the sunlight, the way your mouth parts slightly when you snore, the way your body feels so natural and right against his. His hand rubs a soothing circle into your back while you rest, and you make a soft noise of contentment that he can’t help but smile at. You look so beautiful like this, so small and soft and fragile. Something to care for. Something to protect. It feels right to have you in his arms, right against him, where he can keep you safe. 

He wonders if you’d be willing to do this all the time, though he’d rather die than ask. He has his pride. Maybe you’ll come to him, wide eyed and wanting, next time you struggle to fall asleep. Maybe you’ll ask in that shy little voice if he’d be willing to help you, in the way only he can, and all he’ll have to do is open his arms for you to fall into. Maybe he’ll have more days and nights like these, with the comforting weight of another in his bed. What an idea.

He wonders what you might give him in thanks. One of those breathtaking smiles, surely. A hug, perhaps. It wouldn’t be more than this, pressed together, but the idea of you initiating it, of it being a deliberate choice on your part, makes his heart beat a little faster. He imagines you throwing your arms around him of your own volition, no captain shoving you forward. He imagines those arms moving around his neck instead, pulling him closer so you can press your lips onto his. He imagines how soft they’d be, and how desperate you would be to feel his own. He imagines you wanting him in a dozen different ways, each unique, each better than the last. He imagines calling you his, and you calling him yours in return.

He falls asleep to the idea of a shared life, a shared bed, a shared heart. When the crew finally stumbles out of their naps, they find the two of you on deck, intertwined, a tangle of limbs that seems all but impossible to separate. You’re both snoring softly, smiles on your faces, and they can’t bear to wake you. You seem like you’re having very sweet dreams.