Fire Fist Writes

ao3: Jaserz She/Her OP fan from the 4Kids era (30+) 18+ (spicy content ahead) requests: opening soon!

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Hey there!

I’m Jess, or Jaserz if you’ve spotted me on ao3 ;) | longtime anime fan, even longer One Piece fan

masterlist | luffy + zoro + ace + shanks

rules | ask away!

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Do u have an ao3 account called Jaserz? Cause ur new luffy x reader post is very similar to theirs?

Yep, that’s me! I’ve been cross-posting since I joined Tumblr!

Thank you so much for looking out!

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Starved

You did things to Luffy that he never imagined you could. He hadn’t even ever thought about it! Then you had fed him one day, and he became addicted.

18+

Part One

Luffy was infatuated, which was just a nicer way of saying he was obsessed. It was a new feeling for him - he liked meat, dreamed of becoming King of the Pirates, but he wasn’t obsessed with anything. There were a lot of things he loved, too, like his crewmates and his brothers, and he loved The Sunny and once upon a time The Going Merry. Now he wasn’t saying he was in love, that was a misunderstood situation that involved complicated feelings he didn’t quite get just yet, but god he did love the way he felt around you.

“Y/N …”

There was an expectation that it would go hand in hand, the emotions and also the things that you made him feel, but that was where it was wrong. Luffy was unashamed in obviously liking you a little more than most, the banging of his heart just happened out of nowhere and drew you to him like he was a fish on a hook, but he wasn’t in love.

What he was in was trouble, and you saw that.

“Yes?”

“Please?”

“Please” was sort of a foreign word for Luffy as he was the kind of man who took what he wanted. He wasn’t patient, and he was also impulsive which was a dangerous combo when stirred in a bubbling pot. He was loud, a little obnoxious, and his knack for being sneaky while also not being sneaky was impressive. Bold, brave, and for the sake of the “b” alliteration he was also brazen. Luffy was an interesting creature who traveled the seas, and one day you had joined them.

“I can’t -”

“Yes, you can.”

You were the kind of person Luffy had never met before, someone who embodied traits of some of The Straw Hat Pirates. You were feisty like Nami, and smart like Robin and Jinbe as the city you came from was heavy with rich lore you had studied hard. Sometimes Sanji made you a little romantic, and you were sometimes as lazy as Zoro was but in the same way as him you were also tough. Luffy? Luffy also thought sometimes you were a little mean, and it turned out that he kind of liked that.

“This isn’t fair!”

All Luffy heard was you chuckle.

You had the power to captivate him, charm him in ways that other people and things couldn’t. Luffy felt like he was under your spell and it wouldn’t let him go no matter how hard he tried to get out of it. Although, if he really looked at it, he didn’t mind all that much because in the end he found pure, unadulterated fun. You allowed that, showed him that he could feel things he didn’t think about wonderfully and intensely. Luffy was a man of indulgence after all, how could he not drown in such a good, addicting feeling?

“You’re so mean …”

The worst part was that you loved it.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy Luffy’s suffering just a little bit. The cute look on his face, the pink flush, and every so often his fingers would twitch as if he wanted to reach out for you. Luffy was stewing in impatience, and yet he stayed right where he was against the wall of the bathroom, waiting but obedient. That always surprised you, a man so crazy and shameless listening to you without so much as a defiant peep while you figured that was all you were going to get.

“Now why is that, Luffy?”

“Because I want to touch you!”

Luffy learned a valuable lesson from you, and while he hated being patient he knew that the payoff would be one of the best things he would ever experience. You had taught him that he could feel good, that you could make him feel good, and if he got that then sure, he’d wait a minute.

This was longer than a minute, and that patience he learned was fading fast.

You? You were having the time of your life, or at least it seemed that way. He wasn’t wrong, you were being soooooo mean! Here he was suffering, and there you were - naked. Very naked, and very wet, and Luffy very much wanted to be under the shower with you. Instead he was stuck against the wall, sitting on the floor, and watching you with such an intense look in his eye that he might as well have been burning holes into you. The pirate had never studied anything so hard as he was you in that very moment, his attention usually was drawn away easily, yet here he was sitting back and totally enchanted by you.

“Isn’t it going to be better if you wait?” you teased, glancing over your shoulder before a loofah passed over it and left behind suds.

“No!” Luffy responded immediately, frowning deep now.

You laughed, then you continued cleaning yourself without so much as another word.

The problem with showing Luffy great things was that he liked to indulge; when he found something he liked he wanted it right then and there!

All. The. Time.

Now the issue was that you were a tease, like a really bad one. It started innocently enough, breaking away from addicting kisses for a few seconds and pulling your head away when he followed. Sometimes, when you touched him, it’d be slow and not enough, and Luffy would pout and mutter something about you being rude. You had given him the gift of pleasure a few (many) times before, and now that you knew his body you learned to do things that kept him on the edge.

You figured Luffy didn’t think like that, not until the night you made a move.

“Y/N!”

You jumped, startled by the voice behind you and you whipped around fast. A fear struck through you at sudden company, but you visibly relaxed when you saw him. You sighed, hand over your heart, but soon you were frowning and dropping your arm to your side.

“Luffy! You can’t do that when I’m supposed to be on watch!”

“Why not?” Luffy asked, walking towards you.

“Because I’m watching out for enemies! If you’re gonna surprise me then I’m going to react. You’re lucky I don’t have a gun or something.

“I’m made of rubber!” Luffy laughed, stretching his arm out to the side and letting it snap back. “Bullets don’t work on me!”

“That’s not the point,” you said, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms before turning away. You heard some shuffling, Luffy’s flip flops on the floor, and then his head appeared in front of yours when he stretched his neck.

“Are you mad at me?”

“Yes,” you quipped, turning your head to the side and sticking your nose up in the air.

“I didn’t do anything!” Luffy countered, clearly falling for your playfulness.

You could only keep the charade up for so long, and when you practically heard Luffy’s pout you broke and giggled. You glanced over, turning your head back around to face the pirate, and you grinned.

“Kidding!” you chirped, your body following so that you were standing in front of Luffy fully.

“That’s mean!” Luffy whined, brows furrowed deep.

“Nooooo, mean would be me kissing you and leaving.”

“Why would you want to do that?” Luffy questioned curiously, blinking.

“I don’t know, you just have a kissable mouth,” you shrugged, your statement sounding as if it were obvious.

You weren’t wrong, in your opinion your captain had the kind of pure look on his face that you wanted to wipe off with the most dirty of things. You couldn’t help it! Could you be blamed? Despite his obliviousness Luffy still had something about him that was just so damn attractive. He wasn’t charming, he didn’t know how to sweet talk, but in your eyes he was exactly what you wanted.

… and that body? Geez.

You were a little perverted, so what?

Maybe it was the innocence, maybe it was the way Luffy lived his life so unabashedly and openly that drew you in. It had only been a few months since you joined the crew and he had already enchanted you, but you never had the perfect moment to make that clear until now. Now, right now, you had the perfect opportunity with Luffy so close and staring down at you. He was unaware, so ignorant to those feelings because you were sure he never experienced them.

You? You had no problem showing him that, especially because it would satisfy your own curiosity. Would Luffy like it? Would he want to kiss you back? You dared to try it, gently placed a hand on Luffy’s cheek, and you were able to reach him when you stood on your toes. You leaned in, your other hand on his chest to balance yourself, and slowly did you press your lips to Luffy’s. It was brief, you weren’t interested in devouring him just yet, instead you wanted to test the waters so you kept it simple. However, Luffy must’ve liked it for hands came up to your waist and he leaned in a little himself.

Success.

You allowed Luffy a taste for a few seconds, pushed into the kiss even more with a pleased hum, and then? Well, like you had said, you pulled away and took your leave. Luffy didn’t say a word behind you, and when you caught a glimpse of him when you looked back he was touching his lips and actually speechless for once. It made you smirk, made your chest swell as your heart beat like crazy within it, and it made your exit all that more dramatic.

… until you remembered the crow’s nest was your place for the night as the person on watch.

You didn’t even get the chance to sigh in defeat and turn again before strong arms wound around your waist, and you released a gasp when you were hauled back. Suddenly you slammed against Luffy’s chest, the air knocked out of you a bit, and you were staring up at him with wide eyes.

“Again,” was all he said.

After that it was your turn to think hard. Luffy had simply accepted it and you had to wonder if he had thought about it, too. His brain wasn’t wired for it and yet he allowed it to happen, and that excited you even more. It was meant to be playful and also not, and you had thought you’d have to work harder than you did but fortunately it came so easily.

You thanked whatever god was around.

Funnily enough, Luffy kind of did, too. It was nice, the way he felt when you had kissed him - too nice. He was thankful that you had done it because he had no idea that was something you thought about, and that was because it was never, ever on his radar. Suddenly you were and it was, however, something new and exciting. Luffy liked that, and he liked it a lot, and something else had blossomed deep within.

Luffy was starving.

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Seven Days (to Make You Mine)

What did you expect? Shanks couldn't stay away for too long.

Part One: Seven Days (To Make You Mine)

18+

It was the calendar on the wall of Party’s Bar that made your heart ache, but you felt like it shouldn’t have because you knew what you were getting yourself into. In hindsight four months wasn’t a long time, but it was a long time when seven days felt like a lifetime, and four months was what had passed since Shanks was last in Windmill Village. Letters, transponder snails, promises, they just weren’t enough but you didn’t want to be greedy.

On your birthday you were allowed to be selfish, you were allowed to want things you couldn’t have, and so you thought hard and longingly about what it was you wanted most on your special day.

A day you worked on because there was nothing else you could do that would distract you from the fact that you wouldn’t get it.

“Wooooooow, you’re going to be old.”

“Luffy!”

It was Makino who had reprimanded the young boy with her tone, and he just glanced over with a simple look on his face. His eyes turned back to you who stood there, for some reason shocked when you knew there was zero tact in that tiny body. He meant well, he was just learning! So you laughed, and you ruffled Luffy’s hair on the way behind the counter of the bar.

“I guess I am,” you said, turning to grab a glass before you filled it with orange juice and set it in front of Luffy who was climbing onto a stool. “Soon I’ll be a grandma.”

“No, you’re not that old,” Luffy stated, pulling the cup closer to take a drink, and then he balanced the rim on his lip and rocked it back and forth. “Does this mean we get to have cake?”

“On a birthday? Of course!” you replied. “What do you like? Chocolate or vanilla?”

Luffy seemed to think hard then, the glass pushed to stand straight as he collected his thoughts. You could see the emotional contemplation on his face, some sort of intense decision-making taking place right in front of you. It was cute, and you could only watch fondly as Luffy juggled his options.

“Both! Two cakes!” he finally announced, and once again you were laughing.

“Two cakes it is,” you confirmed with a nod, and then you turned away again and went back to where you had been at the glasses. With Luffy taken care of you could move onto your next task, and you were reaching out for some mugs that had dried overnight to start stocking the shelves again.

“What are you going to wish for?” Makino asked, and she watched you look over with a cheeky smile.

“I can’t tell you or it won’t come true,” you said with a wink, and she smiled back at you before going back to her own work.

You knew exactly what you’d wish for, but it was that wish that was unrealistic. The seas were endless and felt cruel after some time when your heart started to ache. In fact, at that moment when you turned away, you found yourself already disappointed, pausing and staring down at the glass in your hand for a second before mentally shaking yourself free of your thoughts.

Happy Birthday, you guessed.

You had to keep glancing to your right, and you weren’t sure how many times a minute you did but it was out of sheer nervousness, and you couldn’t help but keep checking on the little guy that had the vanilla cake in his hands. Luffy was staring at it intensely, holding the tray out and doing his best to keep it balanced, but it slid right, left, and right again until it was finally in the middle - then repeat. The chocolate one was in your hands, safe and sound as you approached Party’s Bar where Makino said some of the village was gathering for a celebration.

“Be careful!”

“Don’t worry! I got it!”

‘No you don’t’ was all you could think as the cake teetered on the edge of the tray, but Luffy bumped it back in place and you released a breath of relief. You were almost there, you could see the door and light pouring out of it even though it was after hours, and that meant you only had a little way to go while carrying your stress. You and Luffy managed it with a few near spills, but as you held the door open and watched carefully, the vanilla cake made it to the counter and you could finally relax as you placed the cake you were carrying beside it. Luffy scurried onto the stool, laid his chin on his crossed arms, and he flicked his gaze between you and the cakes.

“Can we eat them now?” he immediately asked, and you laughed as Makino ducked down behind the bar. She popped back up with a candle in one hand and a box of matches in the other, and she moved to stand beside you as she glanced at the cakes as well.

“Not yet, Luffy,” she said with a smile, and then she looked at you. “You like chocolate, right?” she asked.

“Yeah!” you chirped, and you watched as she reached over and pushed the candle into the center of the cake.

“Me, too!” Luffy shouted, leaning even closer towards the cake, and you looked over with an amused expression.

“A minute ago you said you liked vanilla best,” you teased.

“Well I was carrying that one,” he muttered, and it made you laugh.

When you looked back the candle was lit, the small flame flickering, and the lights went out which made it offer a light glow. Despite it being a single source of light you could still see the smiles of your friends, the people you called family, and it was as you leaned against the counter that you heard the words of an extremely familiar song. It was embarrassing, and it made you blush, but you still smiled nonetheless. Makino’s quiet though sweet voice was next to your ear, Luffy yelling as loud as he could and incredibly off key, but it was barely heard over the chorus of the birthday song.

“Make a wish!” the mayor announced from the other side of you, and for some reason a rush surged through you.

Would the universe be so kind?

Your eyes fluttered close as you leaned down and faced the candle, and you thought hard and wished even harder.

And then you felt a breath puff against your face.

Ugh, Luffy - impatient as ever.

You didn’t think you were that excited, but knowing the candle in front of you was out made you feel a little sick. Did your wish even stand a chance then? You hadn’t realized there was a bit of hope in you in that moment, but it fizzled out just as you were sure the flame in front of you did. You didn’t mean to feel this way, not when everyone gathered together for you to make you feel special, so shouldn’t have that been enough?

The sigh you released was quiet enough that you were positive no one heard the disappointment in it, and you took a second before you opened your eyes. When you did you found yourself correct, the candle now out and smoking, and you forced a smile onto your face as you looked at Luffy who …

“Surprise.”

… was not Luffy.

Shanks had leaned down himself, faced you, and just as quickly as you took your breath in he put the candle out for you. Was that rude? He didn’t care, not when he had been stuck on the island waiting hours to see you. The Red Force was hidden from the dock, on a back shore where he was sure you wouldn’t go, but it was early and he had to wait, and he waited for a long time. He waited impatiently, waited while fidgeting and doing whatever he could to pass the day but only managed to occupy himself for minutes at a time. It was hilarious to his crew, he knew that, but knowing he was so close was torture to him. Now he was here, staring at you who didn’t know what was going on, but you didn’t look away and he couldn’t either.

Your mouth opened, and he found himself waiting longer still though with anticipation.

“Mmpfpfmh,” was what he got, and he had to look down at his side when he realized that it wasn’t you. It was Luffy, tucked against him with Shanks’ hand over his mouth to have kept him from blowing the surprise, and he was wiggling to try and escape the grip he had on him.

“Sorry, kid,” he said as he released Luffy, and he took in a big breath as he backed away.

“Hey! That’s mean!” Luffy shouted, pointing at Shanks and frowning. “You can’t have any cake!”

Shanks had to laugh, and then when his gaze slid back to where you were standing his smile turned soft and he stood up straight. He watched your eyes follow him and then you stood yourself, and you were still blinking in which he knew was partly you trying to register what was going on. Shanks could see it on your face, first disbelief and then surprise, but your lips curved up into a beaming smile that outmatched the sun.

“That’s fine,” he told Luffy, “I already have everything I want.”

Shanks moved, swung around the counter as fast as he could to get to you, and it was just as his hand was reaching out that a heavy arm swung around your shoulders and pulled you away.

“Drink!” Lucky Roux announced, and a mug of ale was shoved into your hands as you were led towards the band of pirates that had come from … somewhere. They were laughing, patting you on the back and loudly congratulating you for making it another year on the planet. It was morbid, sure, but you couldn’t even think about that as you glanced over your shoulder while you stumbled away.

Shanks was there, hand still reaching out for you even though you had been pulled back. He looked just as surprised as you did, but your smile eased him when you shot it in his direction, though the heaviness in his stomach returned when Lucky Roux looked back as well and smirked before taking a drink when he released you. Shanks knew it then, knew that there was a devilish plan, and he sighed as his arm dropped back to his side.

“They’re doing it on purpose, aren’t they?” Shanks asked when Beck appeared beside him with two mugs. He handed one to Shanks who took it though didn’t drink, instead stayed staring at you - very, very polite you, who could never say no.

“You made it pretty clear you were antsy about it, what did you think was going to happen after making them wait around for so long?” Beck responded, and he was amused at the pout that immediately settled onto his captain’s face.

“That’s mean,” he said simply.

“You sound like Luffy.”

Aghast, Shanks looked between Beck and Luffy who was shoving an unnatural amount of cake into his mouth. He looked at you next and that feeling settled, and he found himself smiling dopily all of a sudden when you flicked your gaze over to him for just the slightest of seconds.

Wow, he really was in deep wasn’t he?

“You’re in deep, aren’t you?” Beck asked, reading Shanks’ mind.

“I guess I am.”’

You were only slightly drunk. Maybe drunk-drunk? You weren’t sure, all you knew was that your glass kept getting refilled until you were doing it yourself. This didn’t happen often, you being on the other side of the bar, but it was your birthday! You had an excuse! An excuse, and absolutely no probl -

“We have a problem,” Makino said, leaning against the counter to speak to only you.

“I don’t like problems,” you murmured, moving in closer. “What is it?”

“The barrels are empty,” she replied, and a deep frown was instantly slapped onto your face. “I’m sorry.”

“Noooot too big of an issue,” you suddenly said, turning a bit to face the door that led to the back room. “We just need another barrel, right?”

“Yes, but who’s going to get it?” she giggled, knowing full well she was the only one soberly capable but unable to pick up a barrel by herself. You? You had drunken confidence, and you stood straight.

“I’ll go!”

“Uh, Y/N -”

“It’s okay!”

And so you went, disappeared into the storage room, and as you stared at the stacks of very full wooden barrels you had to wonder how you were going to get it out. Okay, so maybe Makino had a point, but you were determined! So, with your hands on your hips, you thought hard, but nothing came to you and so you tried to dig into your brain even deeper. There was a trolley, right? You were sure you had seen it somewhere …

“I wanna see how you’re going to do this.”

You jumped at the sudden voice, at one you immediately recognized in the next second, and you whirled around so quickly that the world went with it. Dizzy, you only caught sight of a swish of red, and suddenly that flash of color moved closer when you stumbled and caught you, an arm tight around your waist as your vision came back. You knew it was Shanks from the moment you heard him, and with your hands on his shoulders to find balance you let yourself stare. It seemed as though Shanks was more handsome than ever as you studied his face up close, and you did so for what felt like a long time, and it must’ve been because suddenly Shanks was chuckling.

“Not even a hello, huh?” he joked, but it wasn’t one to you and you launched yourself at the pirate captain so fast that it was his turn to trip over his feet. It was only a few steps back, and it wouldn’t have been a problem at all if he wasn’t … uh, however many drinks in.

“You made it,” you offered instead, muffled by Shanks’ chest, but he must’ve understood because the arms around you tightened and held you closer.

“How could I miss your birthday?” he murmured, resting his chin on the top of your head and moving a hand to cradle it against him. “And now I finally have you all to myself to wish you a good one,” he told you, and when you muttered something he didn’t understand he drew your head back with the gentle grasp he had on it. “Hm?”

You didn’t say anything, your words having come and gone, so instead you raised a hand and brushed your fingers along Shanks’ cheek, and when you cupped it Shanks reached up himself and placed his hand over yours. He threaded his fingers through yours and held it, but soon he drew it away so that he could kiss the palm. He lingered, let his gaze rest on you, and then you finally put your words together.

“I said that I can’t believe you’re here,” you responded, your smile crooked with slight tipsiness but soft nonetheless.

“I am.”

“For how long?”

“Don’t worry about it right now,” Shanks told you, offering a smile the same as yours and dropping your intertwined hands to hang at your sides, but his other hand immediately came up so that his fingers could grasp your chin and lift it.

“Kiss me please,” you nearly begged, and Shank ghosted his lips along yours.

“Of course.”

Your heart exploded, burst with an indescribable feeling when your face was drawn close, and your smile would’ve beamed sunshine had Shanks not captured your lips with his own. It was slow but ended quickly, too quickly, and you were sliding your hands up Shanks’ chest to grasp his shirt as you stood on your tiptoes to reach him again. You felt him smile against the kiss, but as his arm swung around your waist to tug you closer he pressed into it, and you released a sweet sigh when Shanks kissed you back. Your hands continued on until your arms laid over his shoulders, and the touch to your chin disappeared in favor of Shanks grabbing your hip, and he pulled you as close to him as he possibly could using the mere inches between the two of you up.

“I missed you,” you managed in between kisses, and Shanks probably said the same thing though it was broken up even more with the way he kept diving in to smother you. Eventually you were giggling, so much so that it ended the streak of affection, and Shanks was pulling back with a wide smile.

“What?” he asked, laughing himself. He watched as you glanced down but then peered up at him a second later, almost looking shy. The pink blush on your cheeks only added to it, and Shanks tilted his head so it was closer to yours. “Don’t tell me you’ve had enough.”

“I’ll never get enough of you,” you reassured the pirate, lifting your head again so that you could meet his gaze. “I just forgot how good you make me feel.”

Your confession did something to Shanks just then, all of the time apart slamming into him all at once. It would’ve knocked him over had he not been holding onto you, so it chose to surge through him instead and when it shot through every nerve in his body he lurched forward and kissed you again. You were surprised, gasped at the force of Shanks’ push, but you were instantly caught up in the feeling of Shanks devouring you and surrendered. He stepped forward and you’d take one back, and it happened over and over again until you couldn’t go any further, Shanks pinning you to a barrel behind you. One of your hands was in his again, pressed to the wood while the other laid gently on your waist, and he ducked down until his mouth was next to your ear.

“Let me remind you,” he whispered, tugging on your earlobe with his teeth and smirking when heard your breath hitch.

“Wait, there’s -”

“People outside? Don’t worry about it, they’re drunk.”

“We’re drunk, too.”

“So?”

Shanks barely had a point there, but it was good enough for you.

You smiled playfully, tugged your hand free and joined the other one on Shanks’ chest, and you ran them up slowly until his half-open shirt was slipping off his shoulders, and he did the rest of the work by ridding himself of the layer. “So?” he had asked, and was he wrong? You didn’t think so, not as your arms were draping themselves loosely around Shanks’ neck, and certainly not when you leaned up to brush your lips against his.

“Show me,” was all you said, and it was enough for Shanks to swoop in and kiss you right. It was immediately hungry, laced with a deep desire for more, more, more, and your arms tightened around Shanks’ neck to pull him in close. A hand came to cradle the back of your head, protecting it from the way Shanks kissed you right into the barrel behind you, but also keeping you controlled when he tipped his head and slotted your mouths perfectly together. It made you moan but it was swallowed up by Shanks’ mouth opening so that his tongue could drag along yours. It made you melt and you held onto him tighter, and you did so because his other hand was of no use except for in its wandering. It had started politely at your waist, lingered there for something before it slid down to your hip, but even that was polite. What wasn’t polite was the seconds that came after, the ones where both of Shanks’ hands started slipping up your shirt and running along the curve of your waist. It made you shiver, made you remember, and you were leaning into Shanks as much as you could while being held tight.

Just then you realized how much you truly had missed Shanks’ touch, how the hands that were on you had been the same months ago, and now you were being treated again. Goosebumps rose along the trail that the skimming fingers left behind, and the breath that broke the kiss was shaky when they danced back down and hooked into the front of your skirt. Your eyes fluttered open when Shanks pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, and those kisses continued on until they were soft against the side of your neck and you were whispering his name.

“I thought about that,” Shanks mentioned, and though his words were muffled by your skin they were still recognizable.

“About what?” you inquired, and it was just in time for your heart to start racing even faster when those curious fingers dipped into the waist of both your skirt and underwear.

“Hearing you say my name again in this way,” he easily replied. “Hearing you moan, beg for more, it drove me crazy knowing you were so far away when I wanted you so bad.”

“Shanks …” you whispered, and his head drew up again so that he could see you as his hand slid further into your bottoms.

“Now you’re here and I can’t stop myself,” he said, though after a second he paused. “Unless you wa -”

“No,” you interrupted, and though you blushed over the urgency of your answer, you still shook your head. “No, keep going.”

Shanks found himself smiling fondly, taking a moment to drink up your desperation, and he studied your face as if committing it to memory again. He didn’t for too long, not when your brow furrowed in slight frustration and your hips raised almost as if reminding him of the task at hand. He hadn’t forgotten, oh no, but he had you right where he wanted you in between himself and the shelves of barrels. He pushed his hand further, slid it in between your legs and brushed the slit of your pussy, and when you jolted at the lightest touch he chuckled.

“You thought about it too, didn’t you?” he asked, and he watched your cheeks darken into crimson. “Well?”

“I-I uh - … I just …” you tried, but you failed when you couldn’t gather your thoughts, both out of embarrassment and the fact that the tips of Shanks’ fingers pushed past your folds.

“Yes?” he urged.

Could you lie to him?

“Y-Yeah.”

Apparently not.

“Good.”

As if there was anyone else who could’ve been on your mind.

“Did you think about me when you were doing this to yourself?” Shanks urged, drawing a finger up to circle your clit that was swelling with excitement. “I thought about you.”

You didn’t need to answer with words, you knew that the whimper that came along with Shanks’ touch was enough. Your own hands had fallen to his shoulders and your fingers dug in, held on as Shanks teased you further. He did so just enough that you were trembling, on the verge of begging for more, but he read your mind and moved ahead before you could even ask. That playful finger swept over your entrance, dipped into you just the slightest bit until you started to get antsy and then slid inside.

You wanted to moan, wanted to enjoy the feeling that you were experiencing because it had been too long. The problem was the next room over, and though it was rowdy there was still a chance of being heard and that was the last thing you wanted. But stop this? Please, you’d be crazy. Instead you released a soft sigh then bit your lip, and you leaned your head back gently against the barrels. Your eyes slipped shut when Shanks leaned down again and pressed his lips to your cheek, and a soft kiss was left there just for them to continue on down your jaw.

“Be good for me, okay?” Shanks whispered, and he felt you clench around the finger that was curling against a spot that made your knees buckle a bit. It amused him, the way you were in pieces already, but he’d be a liar if he said he wasn’t falling apart just as fast. Like you it had been too long, and hearing your breath hitch and whine in his ear when he slipped another finger in drove him mad, and he thrusted them slowly.

“Okay,” you whispered, shakily, breathily, and you found yourself arching off the shelves behind you.

“Okay,” he confirmed, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead despite being knuckle deep inside of you. He dragged the pads of his fingers along your walls and he felt you squeeze around him when he did it over and over again, your nails biting the skin when they dug in whenever he pushed deep. “I can’t wait to feel you again.”

“Then don’t,” you responded fast, finally focusing on Shanks’ face that wore an expression you couldn’t quite make out.

“Don’t what?” he shot back, wanting to hear it.

“Don’t wait,” you answered fast, your arms sliding around Shanks’ neck and pulling him in closer so that you could brush your lips against his softly. “I don’t want to either.”

You were suddenly left empty, Shanks’ fingers drawing out from inside of you and out of your skirt, and they grasped your waist. His hold was tight, keeping you still, and his other hand drew up your side and further up until it was cupping your cheek. He closed the gap, kissed you though it was more sensual than it was urgent - deep, slow, a taste of affection that broke when he spoke.

“Turn around.”

You did as you were told, quickly and obediently, and with your hands flat on barrels you were pushed against the shelf when Shanks pressed against your back. He fit himself into the curve of it, and he ducked his head down until his breath was passing your ear and his lips were brushing the shell of it. Shanks didn’t say anything though, simply let the hands that had grasped your hips slide until they were slipping up your shirt. They weren’t slow and didn’t take their time, instead they went straight for your chest under your bra. You let out a soft noise but you couldn’t tell what it sounded like through the blood rushing in your ears, but it was something that urged Shanks to squeeze your breasts that his hands had found. You pressed into it immediately and released a pleased sigh, almost relieved to finally, finally feel Shanks’ hot touch on you after so long.

Shanks? Shanks was the same. He was nearly desperate to feel you after he only dreamt about it for months. What else did he have but memories? They were memories that he cherished and carried late into the night, but it was nothing like having you. Your silky skin under his fingertips, the sweet taste that lingered on it, there were so many things about you that he wanted that he couldn’t even begin to count. That didn’t matter though, you were in his arms again and so eager, and he was just so damn hard at the thought of having you again that he could barely think. You were to blame for all of it but that was fine, especially when you were providing him relief from the lust that was nearly uncontrollable. He allowed himself to feel it and succumb, and he pushed his hips forward until you could surely feel his swollen cock against you.

“Is this okay?” he asked again, looking for permission once more, and your quiet “yes” was all he needed to continue on. He squeezed your breasts again and his fingers brushed over your nipples, and they instantly hardened underneath his touch. You gasped when they were pinched softly, Shanks twisting them just the slightest bit, and your breath was shaky when you exhaled. He liked that sound, your restlessness, and he let you stew in that for all of five seconds before he pushed your shirt and bra up to release your breasts from their confines. He was impatient and didn’t finish the job so your shirt stayed mostly on, and he eagerly reached down next. Your skirt was pushed up in the same fashion your top was, bunched at your waist and useless. He saw you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, and when he caught your eye he winked at you before hooking his finger into your underwear and pulling them to the side. “Spread your legs.”

You did as you were told and then braced yourself against the barrels when Shanks’ hands moved away from you. There was a bit of rustling and you heard a zipper quickly pull down, and suddenly you were overwhelmed with anticipation. You needed Shanks, needed him bad, and every second he wasn’t touching you felt like absolute torture. You had memories, ones to look back on when you needed to, but the real thing was just so close that you were waiting for something, anything. All you could think about was the pleasure you wanted and the pleasure you wanted to bring to Shanks, but you couldn’t do that when you were left the way you were.

“Shanks, please …” you trailed off, and while there was no response from the pirate you suddenly felt his fingers again. They ran through your soaked folds once more and then spread your pussy, and only moments after did you feel the head of Shanks’ hard cock prod at your entrance. You gasped when he started to push in and stretch you, clamping down which earned you a groan from Shanks when you tightened around him, but soon you were sighing, pleased.

Grabbing your hips, Shanks watched as he slowly disappeared into your cunt until he was sunken deep inside of you, holding still for a moment to try and keep some composure when you wrapped around him so perfectly. He failed immediately when you pressed back to take even more of him which he thought impossible. Slowly your hips circled and he heard a sharp breath release when you ground against him, and he nearly crumbled right then and there. He cursed quietly when your pussy squeezed him, one of his hands staying on your hip but the other drawing up until it was grasping your waist. Shanks’ hips drew back just enough that when they rolled forward again he was pressed right against you, and once again you sighed when he hit something pleasant.

“There.”

You said it as if you were showing him, and Shanks immediately committed it to memory. Once again he slid himself out of you but this time further, and he thrusted a few times until he was easily gliding in and out of you. Further and further, more and more, and then only the tip of Shanks’ cock was left inside. His eyes traveled up and he stared at your ass for a moment before following the length of your spine, and when his gaze lifted higher he met yours from where you had turned your head as far as you could. The look in your eye was desperate, pleading for pleasure, and Shanks dug his fingers into your skin before snapping his hips forward. His cock was buried deep inside of you in less than a second, ramming into that spot you liked so much. You gasped loudly, and though a sharp strike of ecstasy shot through you, you were aware of your mistake and your hand flew up to cover your mouth. The pleased moan you let out was then muffled, and so was the whine that escaped you when Shanks did it again, and then he did it again and again until you couldn’t see straight. Reprimanded by yourself you learned from your lesson and dropped the hand on your face, joining the other and gripping the lip of a barrel as Shanks set a mind blowing pace that was anything but discreet.

It was thrilling.

“You feel so good,” Shanks muttered next to your ear, pushing himself up against your back and trapping you against the shelves.

“You too,” you said, breathless.

A hand covered one of yours on the barrel, and Shanks’ fingers curled between yours and tightened. The other once again became cheeky, and it came up to grasp one of your breasts that was squeezed, and then Shanks’ thumb swept over your pert nipple. You let out a pleased sound at that, and those noises continued when he kept circling it, though his focus shifted.

“Don’t stop,” you gasped, your free hand moving down until it was tucked between your thighs and pressed against your pussy.

You were rewarded with that pace again, the one that made your mind spin and your heart race, and your head dropped back as you released the quietest moan you could muster. It was perfect, Shanks was perfect, and he was very much perfectly doing all of the right things to give you what you needed. Pleasure coursed through you, one that you hadn’t felt in months, and it was so wonderfully overwhelming that you could barely hold yourself together. You could feel Shanks’ chest heaving against your back with every pant that passed your ear, and his fingers were digging in so tight that they were biting the skin, but it only added to the creeping pleasure. He hammered his hips hard against you and you met them with a thrusts of your own, bouncing on his cock that continued to slam into you. You sagged against the barrels with a desperate groan, rested your forehead against one and squeezed your eyes shut, and that hand that had wandered went to work.

A moan that could’ve exposed you two was released and yet neither of you cared, Shanks only concerned with making you feel good while you, selfishly, were concerned with the same. Your fingers swept over your sensitive clit which was swollen with arousal, and you let out a pleased hum when you got the shocking pleasure under control. A light touch, that was all that needed to be added in that moment, and so the tip of your finger stroked your clit while you did your best to not let your knees buckle. That task became increasingly difficult when Shanks’ hand on your chest retreated and grasped you under your knee, and he lifted it to spread you open wide. His cock slid in even deeper then, and when he pounded into you it took everything you had to not wail Shanks’ name. Instead it came out broken, choked, and you nearly sobbed in frustration at the fact that you had to hold back so much.

“Fuck,” you heard Shanks say, and his head fell to your shoulder where you suddenly felt heavy puffs of breath that he was releasing. His hand squeezed yours even tighter, the one holding underneath your knee gripping it, and he moaned your name when you tightened around him.

“I’m coming,” you whimpered, the finger on your clit now flicking it fast as you did your best to meet Shanks’ thrusts. It was messy, uncoordinated and a little clumsy, but it just felt so good that you couldn’t stop chasing after the building pleasure. “Shanks, more,” you begged, leaning heavily into the barrels now and hanging on desperately.

The “more” you wanted came fast, Shanks’ hips driving forward faster and harder, and you were trembling while barely hanging on. It was exactly what you needed though, and you were holding back moans and groans as your ecstasy climbed higher and higher. Shanks’ touch, how close he was, after all of this time you couldn’t believe it, and now you had him right here and he was -

“I’m coming!“

- doing you so right.

The pleasure that flushed through you was hot, coursing through your veins that were being set on fire, and you exploded. You did so quietly, you had to or else all of this would end, and you weren’t ready just yet. You wanted to bask in what you were feeling, in the delightful heaven you had gone to when your orgasm hit you. You were shaking, thankful for the hold Shanks had on you because you were sure you would’ve fallen otherwise, and you held onto the sturdy barrels as you felt every ounce of pleasure rush through you.

Shanks felt it too, felt it in the way you were clenching tightly around him as you hit your high. It made his breath hitch, his hips stutter, and now that you had finished it was his turn. He carefully brought your leg down until you were on your feet again, and shortly after did both of his hands grasp your hips to hold you still as he rammed forward. Shanks was chasing it as fast as he could, hungry for you and his ecstasy as lust powered through him. He didn’t need much, not when you were so tight around him and whimpering his name as quietly as possible as he continued to drive into you. Shanks’ fingers dug into your flesh, sank as deep as they could as he fucked into you, and he grunted when, despite your spiral, you pushed back on his cock.

“Again,” was all he said, and you obeyed. Over and over again you did it, matched his pace as you sagged into the barrels even more, and he groaned with every thrust you met. Shanks’ breath was stolen when that pent up arousal rushed forward; it violently swept through him and only the hand that shot out to catch himself on a barrel kept him upright. His hips lost their rhythm once again but this time it was hard to get back, impossible with the way you were tightly wrapped around him and taking every inch. How could he control himself? He couldn’t, and that was what threw him right off the edge when that wave of pleasure crashed into him one final time.

Your name was moaned, though it was low and restrained. It was too bad, you thought, because there was nothing you wanted more than to hear Shanks fall apart behind you. You took what you could get, the slow, even breath that came with the relief of that tight spring snapping hard as he panted, trying to reign himself back after having sunk his dick deep and emptied inside of you. You relished in the feeling of being full, relaxed as much as you could having been pressed up against barrels, sighing. Pleased, your eyes slipped shut as you enjoyed the pleasant moment, but they blinked open when Shanks took a small step back and slid out of you. You didn’t move right away, you couldn’t, but when Shanks fixed your underwear and then not so lightly slapped one of your ass cheeks you jerked to stand straight.

“Hey!” you hissed, and Shanks laughed as he tucked himself away, doing up his pants again.

“What?” he asked innocently, pretending he didn’t notice you rubbing your bottom. You stared at him and he stared back, blinking, and you caved in first with a sigh.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you teased, fixing your clothes that had gotten pushed and pulled until you were properly dressed again. When you shimmied your skirt back into place you looked up and found yourself only inches from Shanks who must’ve approached without you noticing. You leaned into him when his arm wrapped around your waist, and the other raised until his fingers were combing through your hair softly.

“I’m lucky that you’re beautiful too,” he murmured, and instantly your cheeks warmed to a light pink. You were sure it was hidden by the fact that a lone light bulb hung from the ceiling and barely lit the space, but it still made you sheepish and you looked down. It wasn’t for long though because Shanks’ fingers grasped your chin and lifted your head up. “Please don’t hide from me.”

“Okay,” you whispered, and Shanks shot you a smile so sweet you blushed even harder.

“Good girl,” he told you before he swooped in for a kiss that was even more sugary than the smile you were given. It was short though done with purpose, and when Shanks pulled back he was leaning near your ear. “Promise you’ll be good after too?”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“Yes,” you replied before you even realized it but it was the right answer because you received another kiss.

“Great,” Shanks said, turning away from you and grabbing his shirt to put back on as he wandered towards the exit. “See you out there?”

How were you supposed to focus on the party now? Geez …

Shanks was big but he wasn’t terribly heavy, at least he wasn’t when he was hanging half off of you. His arms were tight around your waist, thick and strong, and at some point he had tossed and turned until he could lazily roll onto you and rest his head on your chest. The scruff on his face tickled you but you didn’t mind, and you didn’t mind the peace and quiet you had with the snoozing pirate in your bed in Windmill Village either.

If only it could always be like that.

You had woken up sort of fine, a headache pounding in your head but otherwise you didn’t have much of a hangover to worry about. How you avoided it you didn’t know, but a miracle happened after how much you drank and you had never been more thankful in your life. The last thing you wanted was to be stuck in bed with the worst hangover imaginable while Shanks was visiting. In bed with Shanks? Nice. In bed with Shanks because you were feeling sick? Not so nice.

After some time a sliver of sun poured through your window perfectly and cast itself across Shanks’ closed eyes. It was just enough to disturb him, and his eyebrows furrowed just before he let out a deep, displeased grunt and turned his head. Immediately his face buried into your neck, and the hold he had on you became stronger as sleep slipped away from him. You couldn’t help but giggle when a great sigh was heaved, and you paused when you felt Shanks’ eyes blink open.

“Wh’time i’sit?” you heard, and you couldn’t help but laugh again at the slurred words.

“Two hours until noon,” you replied, watching your fingers twist and play with a few strands of Shanks’ hair. He only grunted in response, whatever he said next unintelligible, and you smiled in amusement when he huffed a huge breath. Your entertainment was short-lived, however, because you were suddenly held tighter than before and swung around, and you squealed as Shanks rolled onto his back and took you with him.

The red-haired man sunk into the mattress with some sort of noise that rumbled from deep within his chest, and after you settled on top of him he released you and flopped his arms onto the bed. For a moment he stayed still, maybe hoping that sleep would find him again, but his dreams were dashed when you were the one to move this time. Once again Shanks opened his eyes after having closed them again, and he watched through a half-lidded stare as you pushed yourself up to sit using your hands on his chest. Now Shanks would’ve pouted, would’ve complained that you were too far away now, but the sheets slipped down even further until they were bunched at your waist and you were left exposed to his bleary gaze.

Well Shanks certainly wasn’t tired now, not when you were looking absolutely delicious seated in his lap. Your skin was soft under his fingers as they stroked slowly, and the picture he had above him was stunning. Why would he want to sleep through that? No, this was much better because you truly were there instead of a simple vision, and Shanks wanted to drink you up all day. Although he had only limited hours (so his patience was teetering on a thin line) he knew exactly where his mind was going, and the large, rough hands that had found their place on your waist fell to your legs.

“That means we have two hours before we have to do anything, right?” he asked, a suggestion if you had ever heard one, and it was only punctuated by the way Shanks’ hands slipped up your thighs slowly. “There’s a lot we can do in two hours.”

It was true, if he had two hours there were many things he could do, and do to you in particular.

“Mmhm, there is,” you agreed, sliding your hands up Shanks’ chest until you were caging him in with one on either side of his head. You lingered there, watched a big, dopey smile bloom across his face, and then you leaned down and kissed him as softly as possible. When he pushed up you pulled away, and once you were far enough he actually did pout this time despite the image he had before him.

“Not when you’re that far away,” he commented.

“I know, but we should get breakfast with everyone! I missed them too.”

“Yeah, but I want you all to myself before I leave tomorrow.”

You paused.

Shit.

You stared down at Shanks, briefly frozen, then you visibly deflated and your smile faded away. Shanks didn’t like it, the way disappointment started to fill you, and he frowned a little too. For a moment the both of you stared at one another, quiet and wordlessly, but then you simply said “oh” and tore your gaze away. A guilt gripped Shanks, he hadn’t meant to tell you so soon and ruin the day, but a slip of the tongue immediately brought down the morning.

“Y/N, I -”

“I guess maybe I can make breakfast for just us,” you mused then, a finger coming up to your chin in thought. You had quickly, and successfully, broken the slight tension, and you almost felt Shanks relax underneath you.

“You mean get breakfast,” Shanks chuckled, and you shot him a look.

“I’ve been practicing cooking!” you countered.

Now Shanks laughed out loud, and he pushed himself until he was sitting up and wrapping his arms around your waist. Face to face, inches apart, Shanks’ big smile turned small but tender, and he leaned in to give you a kiss before pulling away and touching his forehead to yours.

“Then let’s take it to go and spend the day at the beach,” he whispered, and now you were smiling.

“Sure.”

It had been a great day for the beach, and you were thankful for that. You were thankful that the sun was up high and warming the breeze, that the sky was cloudless, and that not a soul walked by the strip in which you had settled. The thing you were most thankful for? Well, it was the pirate with you. You thought about that the whole day, about how lucky you were that Shanks had come to Windmill Village for you (and maybe to see the others, but mostly you as you had been told), and you did so well into the evening that was quickly disappearing along with the sunshine. Now the sky was gray, the moon replaced the sun, and the stars that littered the sky were growing brighter and brighter with every passing second. You couldn’t quite pin down how many hours you had spent with Shanks on the beach, but it was enough that your morning turned into dusk.

It was too soon.

Every so often it’d cross your mind that Shanks was leaving in less than twenty-four hours, that he’d be boarding his ship and heading off on another adventure. It was too soon, you had too little time, and that you couldn’t be thankful for. You appreciated what you did have and what you could get out of it all, but it was just not enough. You’d have to get used to that, you realized, because months went by but it could’ve been more. Maybe “more” would be coming? You hated the idea, but you couldn’t dwell on it, not when you had to make use of what you had.

“So we took the treasure and took off.”

“How very pirate-y of you.”

“Well that’s what I am.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and Shanks grinned from where he was lying down on the blanket on the sand, head settled in your lap and turned towards you. He couldn’t help but stare, not when he wanted to memorize each and every detail of your face so he could commit it to memory. It wasn’t that he had forgotten, oh no, but he needed his fill and here he was taking it.

“What do you think you’d be in another life?” you asked curiously, bringing a hand up so that your fingers could run through Shanks’ hair, and without a single beat missed he gave you his answer.

“Your husband.”

The blush that took over your face was bright red and fiercely hot, and your free hand came up to scratch your nose in hopes of hiding it. It was no use, not when Shanks reached up to take that hand and slip his fingers through yours. You were left bashful, you doing your very best not to let your embarrassment take over, but you couldn’t help it and suddenly you were looking to the side with the hope that the wind would cool down your cheeks.

“No, I’m serious,” Shanks said, and as if he was punctuating it he sat up and leaned towards you, his arm wrapping around you while the hand holding yours squeezed. “Give me any other opportunity and I’m totally yours.”

It wasn’t fair of you to ask him to stay, it wasn’t fair to make him decide between you and being out on the water as a pirate, but god did you ever want him to choose you. You didn’t hold any ill will towards that, you were the one who dropped in after all, and so you accepted your fate and smiled at the consolation. You glanced over too, the heat on your face fading away more and more until it disappeared completely, and you met Shanks’ gaze.

“Really?” you inquired.

“One hundred percent,” Shanks replied, pulling you in closer before leaning in and kissing your forehead. His lips lingered and he felt you rest against him, so letting go of your hand and bringing his other arm around you he pulled you into his lap. “Would that be okay?”

“Of course it would be,” you instantly answered, a crazy response for that particular question asked by a man you knew for seven and a half days in total.

“Good, I’m glad,” Shanks said, giving you a tight squeeze before falling back and taking you with him. He landed with an “ouf!” and you landed safely on his chest, your head resting on it as you curled up to him. “It’ll happen one day, I can’t keep up with the young guys forever.”

When was that day? You didn’t want to ask, and so a silence lingered.

“Let’s go swimming,” Shanks suddenly said, moving away from what seemed like a sensitive topic. Despite having just laid back he was up again, and you were forced to go with him as he sat. He moved even further away when he stood, and when he turned to look at you, you were looking up at him quizzically. “What?”

“Shanks, it’s almost night time,” you told him as if that changed anything, but you knew it didn’t because you could see that his decision was already made.

“What? Never swam at night?” he teased, kicking off his sandals and going for the buttons on his shirt next.

“It’s dark,” you pointed out, nodding to the water.

“Perfect time to get naked.”

“Shanks!”

“What?” he laughed, tossing his shirt onto the blanket and going for his pants next. “You scared?”

“Yes!” you exclaimed, not falling for the taunt. “People can still come by!”

“Good point, but I counter that,” Shanks retorted, and his pants dropped to the ground. “Who’s coming around this late at night around here? And secondly - who’s going to see us if they do? Like you said, it’s dark.”

What a hole you dug yourself into, and yet your mind was changing very quickly as Shanks stripped in front of you. Like … very quickly.

“I mean … I guess …” you slightly surrendered, but you didn’t move from your spot even when a fully naked Shanks faced you and put his hands on his hips.

“One …” he taunted, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Seriously?”

“Two …”

“Shanks.”

“Two and a half, and you have until three before I throw you in myself - clothes and all.”

“Wait!” you shouted, fully falling for the fake suspense, and you shot up. “Don’t - … just - … ugh … that’s not fair.”

“Pirates aren’t fair,” Shanks pointed out, and you just sighed before playing with the end of your shirt, avoiding his gaze again. Your embarrassment was cute, Shanks always thought that, and so he had no problem in teasing you further. “You’re being awfully shy.”

“I’m undressing!”

“You didn’t have a problem with that last night when you were telling me to fuc -”

“Stop!” you cried, throwing out your hands. “I … I was drunk, okay?”

“Mmmmmmmhm,” Shanks hummed, walking closer to you and swatting your hands away so that his fingers could hook into the hem of your top. “You need help?”

Your answer was going to be “no”, but Shanks started lifting your shirt anyway.

Between the two of you your own clothes were discarded, and you did your very best to be as confident as possible standing on the beach with nothing on. Over and over again you thought about passerbyers, about being caught, yet when you looked at Shanks who was now holding his hand out to you, you could feel your nervousness slipping away. For a few seconds you stared, but then you reached out and let Shanks lead you to the water. Surprisingly it wasn’t cold despite night having come, but it was summer and the air was warm so the water was as well, you just hadn’t had an opportunity to be in it. Now, after some wandering, it was up to your waist and Shanks was letting you go in favor of diving under. You weren’t so daring, you stood where you were with goosebumps creeping up your sides when the breeze blew past you, but it wasn’t something you had to hide from. What you did have to hide from was the droplets of water hitting you when Shanks surfaced, and even more so when he shook his hair free of water.

“Hey now,” you said, holding up your hands to protect your face, and you heard Shanks chuckle before he took them into his own.

“You’re going to have to get under sometime,” he prompted, giving you a bit of a pull and you let him lead you. Slowly the two of you walked out further, did so until you were up to your shoulders and Shanks was only at his chest. He ducked down to match your height however, and he floated along until he was in front of you. “See? No one’s going to notice a thing.”

“Except our clothes on the beach,” you remarked, and you were going to continue on before Shanks simply took your face into his wet hands and leaned in to kiss you. It successfully shut you up, you stunned, and you were left blinking at Shanks when he pulled away.

“Don’t worry about it, okay? Just enjoy this with me,” he told you quietly, offering you the kind of smile that eased your mind and comforted you.

“Okay.” You were defeated, it seemed, and you smiled back softly just as you were pulled in even closer. “It’s nice.”

“See? You’ll have to listen to me next time.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you dismissed, but it was with a playful roll of your eyes that made Shanks grin as his arms wound around your waist, and your hands landed on his chest. “I can’t have you be right all the time, your ego would blow up and you’d forget all about me.”

“Never,” Shanks nearly cut in, almost reading your mind. “I’d never forget you.”

“Me too,” you instantly said, sliding your hands up to Shanks’ shoulders and then further until your arms were circling his neck. “I thought about you all the time.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you replied, your arms tightening a bit as you were drawn in even closer, and you got a front row seat to the sweet, tender smile that Shanks shot at you, contagious and making you smile as well. “I always wondered when I’d see you next. I missed you as soon as you left.”

“I’m sorry,” Shanks whispered, a hand coming out of the water to tuck a bit of hair behind your ear as the breeze rustled it.

“For what?”

“For not being able to stay,” he answered, cupping your face while his thumb stroked your cheek.

“It’s okay, I understand.”

“I know you do, but you shouldn’t have to. It’s not fair that I keep coming and going.”

“I’d rather that than not see you at all; even a little time is better than nothing. You don’t need to feel guilty about it because if it was too big of a problem I’d say something, but it’s not because I trust you when you say you’ll come back. Even if it’s just for a day, it’s enough for me,” you explained, and the hand that had been holding your face swept around to cradle the back of your head. You received such a gentle look then, a fond gaze and a smile meant only for you, and you stared until Shanks spoke.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Of course you do,” you told him, and you leaned in just enough to rest your forehead against Shanks’. “You deserve a lot of things - good things.”

“I don’t know about that,” he whispered, but he was quick to be cut off when you tipped your head to the right and kissed him.

“I do,” you responded after pulling back only a few inches, but you were chased and Shanks was the one to kiss you but also only briefly.

“I have something for you,” he told you as he broke away, more confident than he had been.

“What is it?” you inquired, curious and excited.

“Let’s stay here a bit and then I’ll show you,” Shanks said. “I don’t want the night to end just yet.”

Whatever Shanks wanted to show you was on The Red Force, you figured that as after the two of you dried off and dressed again you started heading around the cove, opposite of the village. That certainly piqued your interest and made you wonder what it was that Shanks couldn’t have brought with him, so you took his hand and let him lead you across the beach.

The walk itself was silent but said many things, particularly after the small conversation had taken place. You were genuine, you meant the things you said to Shanks, and he knew it too. How was he supposed to think otherwise? You couldn’t have been more honest with him, you bared it all for him to see and he did; all he could see was you, and at the moment that was all he wanted. Mere hours was what he had left with you, he couldn’t stay much longer, but the time he did have with you was time that was going to be well spent.

“Okay, I’ve been trying to guess,” you said as the grand ship came into view, and you didn’t realize it but you had started walking faster which left Shanks behind. That caused a bit of distance and then you had to let go of the hand you had been holding, but it was with excitement and anticipation the closer you got.

“You won’t be able to,” Shanks chuckled, following behind and watching you with amusement.

“I bet I could if you didn’t drop it on me like that,” you said playfully, looking over your shoulder as you approached the ramp leading to the ship

“Bet you, you couldn’t,” he challenged, his rebuttal seeming to somehow make you even more excited.

“Hurry up!” you shouted from the deck, Shanks only at the bottom of the ramp and staring up at you. He paused wearing a sneaky grin, and then his hand grabbed the railing while the other clutched the shirt over his heart.

“Oh no! I’m having a heart attack!” he cried out, and you laughed, though you crossed your arms and cocked your hip as you waited.

“Shanks, please,” you finally said, though you were entertained by the display. He heard your plea and laughed as well, finally walking up and stepping foot onto the ship. You were nearly bouncing with excitement the closer he got, eager and waiting.

“This way,” Shanks finally said, nodding to the left where the door to the lower deck was, and a silly smile crossed your face.

“Remember when you asked me if I was a pirate hunter? This must’ve been what you were feeling,” you teased, and Shanks glanced back at you with a playful smirk.

“Guess you’ll have to find out,” he said with a shrug, and he watched as you giggled behind your hand. It was cute - you were cute, and he had to stare at you for as long as he could until you tipped your head curiously.

“You okay?” you asked, and Shanks’ smirk turned into a smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Come on.”

You were quick to follow Shanks who was heading down the hallway he gestured to, and you recognized it as the hall of rooms you once passed to get to the captains’ quarters. You figured that’s where you were heading, where else would Shanks keep the secret? Soon, however, you were proven wrong when Shanks passed the door to his quarters, and you stalled. He must’ve heard you stop because he did as well, and he turned to look at you.

“Are you okay?” he questioned, and you just blinked before looking at the door of Shanks’ room.

“I never went any further,” you pointed out, looking back to the pirate who seemed entertained.

“I promise I’m not going to kill you,” Shanks joked, pretending as if he needed to reassure you who gave him a pointed look. “We’re almost there.”

You, incredibly confused about the mystery, listened and followed Shanks. He started to walk again when you reached him, this time taking your hand to keep you close as he continued on down the hall. It wasn’t for long, in fact it was the next door down that he stopped in front of, and you looked at it before flicking your eyes to the red-haired man.

Shanks met your gaze, stayed quiet as he studied your face, and he did so with that soft smile of his that made you blush a bit. Your cheeks went a little pink when he stared longer, and you avoided it by looking at the door again but he could still see your bashfulness. That thing about being cute? Yeah.

“Ready?” he asked, definitely just to make you wait longer because he could see you getting antsy.

“Yes!”

Shanks chuckled and reached for the handle, and he could feel you nearly vibrating next to him as he turned it. Did he do it slowly on purpose? Maybe, but it was just so endearing to see you get so excited. Then again, there was also something so endearing about how restless you were being, especially as someone who was normally so patient. He recognized that though, and he caved when you turned to him with wide, pleading eyes. How could he make you suffer any further?

Shanks pushed the door and you were nearly bouncing on the spot when it opened, and when you glanced around you found … well … nothing. More confusion set in as you looked further, deeper, but there wasn’t anything unusual in the cabin. Your brow furrowed, and after a second your eyes slid over to Shanks who was staring into the room with a wide smile. He must’ve felt your gaze on him and he turned to you, reading the expression on your face but saying nothing, so you decided to do it yourself.

“I don’t get it,” you mumbled. “It’s okay, I just don’t -”

“It’s yours.”

Shanks still watched you as more confusion wrote itself across your face, and you looked into the cabin again to take it in. Funnily enough a nervousness set in even though he thought he prepared for any potential reaction, but with nothing but silence between the two of you he realized he didn’t think about nothing being an option. A million things ran through his head then - was it a good idea? Did he go too far? You had once upon a time said the sea wasn’t for you, but could that be changed? Shanks could try, and he did, but now he had to wonder if he dug a grave for himself.

“For me?” you inquired, finally speaking and turning to Shanks again.

“For you,” he confirmed with a slow nod. “I thought that …” Shanks found himself trailing off, unable to finish his sentence when an anxiety settled deep in his stomach.

“I could come with you?” you finished for him, and he nodded again.

Of all possible birthday presents, this was not on your radar. You weren’t sure what it was you were expecting but it wasn’t this, and to be honest you weren’t sure how to react. It wasn’t a bad thing, not at all! It was thoughtful, it was exciting, but it was leaving the village behind. It was leaving your friends, your job, your home, but you’d be lying if some part of you wasn’t thrilled about the idea.

“I hated leaving you,” Shanks whispered, squeezing your hand to gain your attention that seemed a little scattered at the moment. It was that and a touch to your face, his other hand cupping it and he felt you lean into it a bit. Then your own hand came up and covered his, and the other one let go so that it could come up and touch his arm gently

“I hated watching you go,” you responded softly.

“Please come with me,” he murmured, using only the space between you two to talk. “I know it’s not fair of me to ask, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to, but I mean it. Leaving you is just …”

Shanks didn’t know how to finish, he couldn’t without revealing his worry, but you read between the lines. He knew you did, he could see it on your face, and he could also see the hesitation. Why wouldn’t you be? A week and a day, that’s all it had been with you, but it felt like he knew you forever. Days were just numbers when it came to the way he felt, and standing in front of the room that had been built for you he hoped you felt the same.

Simply put - you did.

“I love you.”

You meant it; you meant it so much that you didn’t even realize you had said it, and yet when you did you had no regrets. It was a long time coming, wasn’t it? You’d be stupid to try and deny your feelings, even though you easily could considering the circumstances. The thing was that you didn’t want to, not when things just felt so right standing on the Red-Haired Pirates’ ship. And the way Shanks was looking at you? God, in that moment you wanted nothing more than to drown in the way he was staring at you so adoringly.

“I knew the second you left that I did,” you admitted a little shyly, but it was incredibly genuine. You were honest, open, left vulnerable with your heart on the line, but you knew it was safe. You were in Shanks’ hands after all, with the other one coming up to hold the other side of your face, and he studied it closely. You weren’t sure what it was, whether or not he was trying to read further into you, but he must’ve made the decision because he drew your face in and kissed you gently.

“I’m glad,” he responded after pulling back just enough that he could speak. “The moment you fell into my arms the first time we met I knew that I loved you.”

God.

“And I do.”

If you weren’t so ecstatic you maybe would’ve cried, you maybe would’ve been overwhelmed by emotion and just didn’t know how to release it, but Shanks made it easy by leaning in again and kissing you once more. You could pour into it and you did, you freed your own hands to lay them on Shanks’ chest and you pushed into the kiss that grew just enough that it started to make you dizzy. Shanks let go of your face and went for your waist instead, an arm swinging around it while a hand rested in the curve, and he pulled you close.

“Shanks …” you murmured breathlessly when the kiss broke, curling your hands into the shirt he was wearing.

“I know,” he replied, taking the pause as an opportunity to twirl you into the cabin that was meant for you.

The door snapped shut shortly after, and your back was quickly pressed against it before Shanks fit himself into the contours of your body. It felt like a perfect puzzle, and you relished in the warmth Shanks provided before your lips were captured once more. You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, a sweet sound that earned a noise from the pirate as well, a pleased one. You leaned heavily against Shanks, knees weak and and a desperation starting to claw its way up that could only be satisfied by the man holding you against the door.

“I need you,” you whispered when there was a pause, words brief but enough that when Shanks kissed you again it was deeper, hungrier than before. Your hands slid up until they were running through Shanks’ hair, and they gripped the crimson locks gently when you pulled him in even more. Immediately your mouth was coaxed open, Shanks’ tongue sliding along yours until it twisted around it and went in for a long taste.

There was no fight, how could there be? You surrendered wholly to the feeling that was rendering you weak, surrendered to Shanks himself who had completely taken over, and you did so willingly. There was nothing you wanted more than to just drown in the affection you were swimming in, to let it swallow you whole so that you could live in it forever. Was that too much to ask? Then again, was it too much to ask for more? You wondered that, then you wondered if Shanks thought the same thing because his hands left your hips and slipped up your shirt. The kiss broke for just a second while your top was pulled over your head, but it continued before the piece of clothing hit the floor. It grew even more heated at that point, another moan of yours lost against Shanks’ lips as one of his hands came up to cradle your face again, and after only a few more seconds he used that hold to keep you still when he pulled away.

“Come with me,” Shanks tried again, not a question but a plea. He didn’t lie, leaving you was one of the worst feelings he had ever felt because it made his heart ache, and it ached until he saw you again. If he had anything to do with it you would’ve been on that ship with him from the start, but this was your decision and he couldn’t make it for you. He could, however, simply ask.

“Please?” Shanks followed up, a murmur against the corner of your mouth when he leaned in to leave a kiss there. He asked again, even quieter this time as he bent his head and pressed his lips to your neck, and the fingers that had tipped your chin up drew a path along your skin until they reached the hooks of your bra, and they came undone easily. He could feel goosebumps erupt underneath his touch, and he smirked just the slightest bit when it made your spine shiver.

“I will,” you answered breathlessly, eyes slipping shut as your head tipped back to rest against the door. You were overwhelmed, drunk with desire, and yet your head had never been clearer when it came to what you wanted. You wanted to go with Shanks, sure, you wanted to sail with him, but at that moment all you wanted was him.

Shanks wanted you just as bad, and while he wasn’t necessarily impatient he just wanted you all at once. He wanted to see you, taste more of you, and he wanted to hear you say his name over and over again to just remind himself that this was real. He needed to feel you all around him, and the fact that he was going to be able to feel it forever was putting his longing to a stop. All that was left was what was there, you and him hidden behind the door of your cabin, just the two of you and this indescribable feeling to succumb to.

With your bra successfully discarded Shanks was scooping you up from under your thighs, and after making sure you were secure he took the few steps he needed to, to reach the bed. He sat on the edge of it with you in his lap, straddling him with a knee on either side of him, and you looped your arms around his neck to stay up as you settled comfortably. You met his gaze next, and even if you wanted to look away you knew you wouldn’t be able to because you wanted to drink up the way he was looking at you for the rest of your life. You had never seen something so adoring, and you felt yourself melting underneath it.

“Promise you won’t get sick of me and throw me overboard?” you asked, running your fingers through Shanks’ hair and combing the locks back.

“Never,” he replied, slipping his hands up your sides before following the curve back down until they were resting on your hips.

You smiled, a sweet one that was meant for only Shanks, and you leaned in to kiss his forehead gently before you shuffled off of him. His hands fell from you but he never stopped staring, keeping his eyes trained on your face as you stood inches from where he sat. You stared back, and while that stare didn’t move your own hands did and you were reaching out to push Shanks’ shirt off of his shoulders. He did the rest of the work and was soon rid of it, and then he moved on and went for your shorts where the zipper was undone just as fast as the button was. His fingers hooked into them, and he was careful when he pulled them down your legs until they were a pile on the cabin floor, and then his hands ran back up all the way to your waist. He held it as he leaned in, and his lips pressed a soft kiss to your stomach then lingered when your fingers were running through his hair again. You grasped the strands and gave a soft tug, just enough that Shanks looked up at you again, and that same smile was on your face.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he told you, sliding his hands even higher until they were cupping your chest, and he squeezed your breasts. You leaned into them with a sigh, your own hands coming up to cover his and making his grip tighter. You lowered yourself into his lap again after that, wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him. Instantly Shanks melted into it and he couldn’t help but rush in for another taste, and when you whimpered it went straight for the arousal brewing in the pit of his stomach. He left your chest and went for your ass instead, grabbing it tightly and pushing your hips down against his, and the sound that you released was one he wanted to let live in his brain for the rest of his life.

You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut when a shock of pleasure shot up your spine, the colors bursting behind them incredibly bright and blinding, yet you chased them. You dug your fingers into Shanks’ shoulders to balance yourself and went to find them, rolled your hips down so hard that you did find them in the friction you created. You kept going, you needed to feel more yet you couldn’t get enough even though the material of your underwear was thin. You tried though, you tried desperately, and that was when a husky, breathless version of your name flew past your ear. Suddenly you felt how tightly Shanks was grasping you, how ragged his breath was, and from where you were now settled in his lap you could feel how hard he was straining against his pants.

“Sorry,” you murmured, and Shanks grunted quietly before he turned his head and kissed the side of yours.

“Stop teasing me so much, would you?” he said playfully, nibbling on your ear next and making you giggle.

You pulled away a bit and found Shanks staring at you already, a fond smile growing on his face when he saw that you were looking at him. He leaned in to close the gap between the two of you and captured your lips with his own, and he kissed you so deeply that your breath was stolen immediately. You were distracted for a bit, caught up in the way Shanks was making you feel, but you were reminded of your task when you felt the pirate shift underneath you, uncomfortable. Relying on Shanks’s strength to hold you upright you let go of his shoulders after you broke the kiss and dropped your hands between the two of you, and your gaze traveled down to watch as you traced the button of Shanks’ pants. You did so for only a few seconds and then popped it open, and you flicked your eyes up to see that Shanks was watching your hands intently so you continued, pulling down the straining zipper. You were gentle when you dipped a hand into his pants and grasped his dick, already stiff in your hand and begging to be released from its confines. Carefully you pulled his cock out and you watched as it sprung free, bobbing in between the two of you.

“Is this better?” you asked, wrapping your hand around his thick length and stroking it slowly.

“Definitely,” Shanks rasped, his eyes slipping shut as his head tipped forward until it was resting against your shoulder. “Definitely a lot better.”

“Good,” you mused, and you tightened your hold just enough that you heard Shanks’ breath hitch and felt him twitch in your hand. You stroked faster, and when your fingers passed over the swollen tip that was sticky and leaking with excitement you heard Shanks groan quietly. You wanted more of that, wanted to hear Shanks crumble, and crumble he did when you pressed his cock against your crotch and rolled your hips again. You had soaked the material of your underwear, your pussy wet and aching behind the barrier of fabric, but even just having the weight of Shanks’ dick press tightly against you was enough to make your head spin. You fell for the friction again and dug your hips down hard, and you gasped as Shanks moaned, the hands that had moved to your waist holding on so tightly.

“You’re going to feel so good inside of me,” you told Shanks in a hushed tone, and you purposefully dragged yourself along the length of his cock so painfully slow that you ended up torturing yourself as well.

“You’re killing me, sweetheart,” Shanks complained, pulling you in closer and leaning in to press his lips against your neck, just above your racing pulse. “Do you have any idea how bad I want you?”

“Show me,” you responded, tipping your head to the side and giving Shanks more space to explore. He took advantage of that, nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck before laying sweet kisses over them to soothe the pinches of his teeth. Slowly an arm crept around your waist until it was holding on tightly, and with a carefully executed flip you were landing on your back on the plush mattress. Shanks was above you, caging you in with a hand on either side of your head, and he was staring down at you through a lust-clouded gaze. There was something in it that kept you still, frozen in place as if you had nowhere else to go, but it wasn’t dangerous. In fact it was just the opposite because there was something so safe about where you were, hidden away with Shanks who meant the world to you.

“Shanks, I -”

Your words didn’t get too far and you were cut off by Shanks diving down and kissing you deep. You were devoured in that moment, Shanks taking over your mouth with his own and rushing his tongue in to explore, and you simply caved in. You forgot what you were going to say so it couldn’t have been all that important, and you found yourself melting into the pillows while Shanks lowered himself until he was pressed against you. It was a tight fit, every curve filled, and you groaned into the kiss when Shanks rocked his hips. It was such a delicious friction that it made you chase it, and you lifted up to find it but were instantly pushed back down with a heavy grind from the pirate.

There was nothing but that pesky pair of underwear in the way, totally soaked and sticking to your pussy. You could feel every inch of Shanks as he rutted against you but it wasn’t enough, and you were whining when you realized that. Finally you got something out, a shaky “wait” which made Shanks pause and look at you.

“Everything okay?” he asked instantly, touching his forehead to yours and bringing a hand up to stroke your cheek. “We can stop.”

“No, it’s not that. I just - … I need these off,” you struggled to get out, and you struggled even more in trying to shimmy out of the uncomfortable underwear.

Shanks didn’t say anything but listened, and he was pushing himself onto his knees before quickly going for the band of your underwear. Impatience, eagerness, excitement, it was something that made Shanks take matters into his hands as fast as he did, and your underwear flung somewhere as he also pushed his pants off the rest of the way. It was after that, that he stared again, that his eyes wandered and they raked over the image before him. You would have blushed any other time, felt exposed, but you were just so hungry for Shanks that you let him do anything he wanted as long as you kept feeling the way you were. Eventually he met your gaze when he finished looking you over, and he held it for a second before a smile crossed his face.

That particular smile put a pause on everything, the one that was just so loving and adoring that you were captured by it. It was so warm, seen only by you and you considered yourself lucky. Was this what you deserved? Did you deserve that smile? This feeling? You had to ask yourself if you were worth enough to be loved by someone like Shanks, but those thoughts instantly disappeared when his hands were on you again. They landed on your thighs, and he rubbed and massaged them for a moment before he was pushing them so he could spread your legs.

“I love you,” he said as if he read your insecurities. “I never actually said it, but I figured you got the idea.”

“It’s still nice to hear,” you pointed out, and Shanks’ smile turned even more sweet.

“Then I’ll tell you all the time,” he promised, and he leaned down until he was caging you in once more. “I love you,” he stated, and after he did he gave you a kiss that lingered. When he pulled back he was only inches away, and it was solely so that when he repeated himself again he simply had to tilt his head and your lips were his again. Shanks said it one more time and it was now enough to make your heart explode, and when he dove in again for that expected kiss you lifted yourself up and met him.

“I need more,” you whispered against Shanks’ mouth, pleaded, and you were heard.

One more kiss was left behind before the pirate reached in between the two of you, and he grasped his aching cock to guide it towards your cunt. He pushed the tip through your folds, ran over your entrance again and again until you became restless. You let out a whine that fuelled Shanks’ arousal, and he only managed a few more seconds of control before he was sinking himself into you. Inch by inch, slowly Shanks entered you and you couldn’t help but moan in what you could only describe as relief when he finally filled you.

“I missed you so much,” Shanks sighed when he sunk in deep, and as much as he wanted to wait and relish in the feeling he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting.

“Me, too,” you murmured, dropping your head into the pillow and running your hands down Shanks’ back just to come back up so that your fingers could dig in and hang on. They seemed to curl immediately, however, because Shanks ground his hips against yours for a second before he drew away and then surged forward. He did it over and over again until he picked up a rhythm, and when Shanks found one he focused on the way you seemed to crumble when he passed over a very particular spot.

“No holding back. It’s only us on the ship so don’t worry about it,” Shanks explained, and he was pleased to hear the loud moan that bubbled past your lips when he told you. “Perfect.”

Shanks’ slid himself out of you, so much that the head of his cock was teasing your swollen clit, but with a snap of his hips he thrust hard into you and made you cry out. That was what he wanted to hear, what he wanted to make you do, and so he kept doing it until you were trembling underneath him and clearly wanting more. He gave it to you without a second thought, succumbing to his own work and chasing the pleasure that was coursing through him as he sped up.

“Harder,” you begged, and Shanks obliged by instantly hammering into you with barely controlled thrusts.

It was all about giving you what you wanted, whatever it was you needed to make more of those delicious sounds, and Shanks was being rewarded with moans and groans that couldn't stop pouring out of your mouth. They grew louder, longer, unrestrained as Shanks kept up his hectic pace, and when you asked him again he braced himself against the headboard and grasped the top of it tightly before his thrusts slammed into you. His own moan flew out of his mouth when you clenched around him, your pussy so tight around his throbbing cock and swallowing him up when it was buried deep.

“Shit, Y/N,” Shanks groaned, head falling forward as a ragged breath forced its way out, and he almost fumbled in his rhythm.

“Shanks!” you wailed, clawing at his back when he passed a spot that was just so, so, so good. Your back arched off the bed when he did it again, and Shanks’ name left you once more but it was choked and broken.

“There?” he asked, aiming perfectly even before you answered, and a shiver ran through you so intensely that Shanks felt it against him.

“God, yes, right there,” you moaned, your eyes fluttering open to watch as Shanks made himself a little more sturdy, and then without a single fault he picked up his pace made you fall apart. “Yes!”

Shanks paused and pushed himself off of the headboard and onto his knees, one hand falling to your hip and the other gripping your leg to lift it onto his shoulder before it gripped your waist. He held on tight as he fucked into you again, this time thrusting deeper than he had been and it made both of you moan out loud.

Your hands shot out and grasped the blanket, and they curled into it when Shanks held you still and drilled his cock into you. You felt every thrust hit you just right, and it only added to the dizzying ecstasy that was coursing through your veins so intensely that you were losing your mind. All you could do was beg for more and take as much as you could get, and god was Shanks ever giving. It was more than enough to disturb the brewing pleasure in the pit of your stomach, waiting for something to ignite it and Shanks did.

“I’m gonna come,” you managed through your hard pants, head tossing back again and eyes squeezing shut tightly when Shanks’ response was to pull away from your waist and grasp your breast instead. His thrusts never slowed, not even when his attention moved to your chest where he squeezed tightly, and then his fingers brushed over your nipple that seemed to harden even more under his touch. You released a pleased sigh, but then you gasped loudly when Shanks captured it between his fingers and pinched. The sharp jolt went straight for your lust that was clawing its way up, and it gave it that little bit of energy it needed to burst free.

You were wracked with an indescribable pleasure, one that slammed into you so hard you nearly sobbed when it took over. You felt it everywhere, intense and relentless as it made its way through, but you had never felt something so wonderful before in your life. It sent you sky high and right into the clouds, and you floated there for what felt like a long, long, long time, but then something started to draw you down. It was a different kind of pleasure, a raw one, and you found yourself writhing with overstimulation as Shanks slammed into you more energetically than he had been before, wailing.

Shanks couldn’t help it, not when you felt the way you did pulsing around him. You looked divine, sounded like an angel, and when you hit your high there was nothing more stunning, and Shanks was thankful to be there. It all hit him at once, and it went straight for his cock that was aching for release as you clenched tightly around it, and he couldn’t control himself when he put more power into his thrusts.

“Fuck,” he cursed when he felt his own pleasure building, and it was nearly in his throat when he swore again. It was just in time for him to be blindsided by the orgasm that hit him with a final, uncoordinated snap of his hips, and the moan that left him when he exploded inside of you was loud enough that it bounced off the walls of the cabin. He couldn’t have cared less, and at that point he was sure he wouldn’t have even cared if his crew was there; all he wanted to do was drown in you, and you were pulling him under.

The two of you were left pulsing, chests heaving with harsh pants, and though both of you were weak you were still in the same position in fear of losing the most euphoric of feelings. Shanks was the first to break, however, and he slumped with an enormously pleased sigh before he took a hold of you again. He was careful when he untangled your limbs, gentle when he pulled out of you, and he rolled over until he was lying beside you. Despite the haziness in your mind you still felt an arm wind around your waist, and you were smiling dopily when Shanks hauled you into him.

There wasn’t a lot to say out loud, but there was a lot to be said. It came in the form of Shanks holding you tight, of you pressing a kiss on the spot over his heart, and when Shanks ran a hand through your hair you felt nothing but warmth. You stayed like that for a moment, resting, but soon you lifted your head and stared at Shanks who stared back. The hand that was in your hair came down to hold your face, and his thumb stroked your cheek before it moved even further down and traced your lips that were pulled up into a smile. It made him smile as well, and he moved out of the way so that he could lean down and kiss you softly.

You didn’t need to be told you were loved, that was enough.

You knew leaving Windmill Village was going to be hard, but you didn’t think it was going to be as hard as it was. Leaving your friends, the peacefulness of a small place, things like that were going to be dearly missed, but now faced with the final sunrise of your time on Dawn Island you started to realize all of the things you took for granted. The coffee that you had every morning while sitting out on your backstep, the worn down seats and scuffed floor of Party’s Bar made from everyone that you had met, you couldn’t stop thinking about all of the things you were letting go and leaving behind. You spent your whole life on the island, there were a lot of memories tied to the place, so could you keep them all? You did need the room after all, there were about to be a million more made.

As much as leaving your home terrified you, there was just something so thrilling about your future. You had never pictured yourself out at sea going on adventures; you would’ve laughed at the thought, but here you were. You were about to have your mind blown, you knew that because there were much bigger things than tiny Windmill Village that you were about to see, and it was scary as much as it was fascinating. You weren’t too frightened though, not when you were reminded about who it was you were going with.

“You’re up early.”

Bathed in the golden glow of the sun breaking over the horizon, you found yourself at the bow of The Red Force, bobbing along with the waves that were cradling it at the village’s dock. The voice that had entered made you look over your shoulder, and you were face to face with a sleepy Shanks who looked freshly out of bed. Considering the time you were sure you weren’t far off.

“I could say the same to you,” you said with a smile, and you watched as Shanks approached while releasing a big yawn. He merely grunted, and soon you were caught up in his arms and he slumped heavily against you, resting his chin on top of your head.

“Well I rolled over and someone wasn’t there,” Shanks commented, and the pout in his voice made you laugh. You leaned into his chest and swung your arms around his middle, and you gave him a squeeze.

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t sleep,” you murmured, and you felt Shanks hold you tighter.

“Don’t say sorry.”

It was quiet, but after a moment Shanks spoke again.

“It’s okay to be sad.”

You fought down the lump in your throat and sighed, and you turned your face while you clutched Shanks’ shirt until it was hidden. A hand came up and ran through your hair before it held your head, and then the top of it was kissed.

“It’ll get easier, I promise.”

You nodded because you knew he was right, knew that those other memories would come along and replace the holes, and as sad as you were you also knew the future was bright for you. How could it not be? Look who you were sharing it with.

“Thank you, Shanks,” you whispered.

“Huh?” he blurted, loosening his grip and looking down at you. “For what?”

“For what?” he had asked, and you had millions of answers. You could thank him for being so funny and cute, or for being so good to you. You could thank him for all of the time he spent in Windmill Village, and you could thank him for coming back. Existing, being more radiant than the sun itself, for loving you - you could thank him for all of that and more. How did you start? Where did you start? What did you even say to a question that garnered so many other ones?

For now you could only think of one thing.

“For giving me everything.”

[firefistwrites]

Seven Days (To Make You Love Me)

When you met Shanks you couldn’t have guessed how he was going to change your life.

Seven days wasn’t long, but it was long enough.

18+; lots of words; before Shanks was an Emperor

When you found yourself in the arms of a stranger you also found yourself flustered, so much so that the heat that rose to your cheeks was burning. You were sure they were an impossible shade of crimson for someone’s face, and you were sure you looked like a floundering fish with the way you were trying to say something. Words weren’t coming easily, not when you were being stared at so intensely by the mystery man who had saved you before you fell. He had a good grip, one hand holding yours while an arm was tight around your waist, catching you in a dip that left you hanging in midair.

“I-I’m so sorry,” you stuttered, frozen.

The smirk that settled on the handsome, scruffy face was deadly, a quirk to the corner of his lips that grew the more you stumbled your way through conversation. Well, if you could call it that, because all it was, was him listening to you ramble with an entertained expression. It was as his amusement grew that you shut yourself up, bit down on your lip to stop the nonsensical words from spilling out, and suddenly you were even more sheepish than before.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, pulling you up easily and setting you on your feet properly, letting you go when he saw that you were planted firmly on the ground. “Wouldn’t want such a pretty girl to hurt herself.”

Oh.

The redness in your cheeks exploded further, everything embarrassingly hot. Suddenly you couldn’t look at him, suddenly you wanted to run far away which wasn’t like you, yet you remained right where you were. You were frozen, but your composure was slowly coming back and you cleared your throat.

“Thank you actually,” you said, though in your bashfulness it still sounded a little weak, but you found the power to look up. “I didn’t mean to fall on you.”

“Well, like I said, don’t worry about it,” the man reassured you again. “You’re okay, though?”

You nodded wordlessly, and then you glanced to your left at Makino, the poor woman behind the bar bombarded by customers.

When you came in on Wednesday afternoon you had figured, except for the regulars, that you were going to have a pretty quiet day. How many people would come midweek? Not a lot, you had decided, but you were proven incredibly wrong. It was the ship you had saw on the way first, the flag with a Jolly Roger printed on it flapping in the wind, and then you had slowed down to absorb the magnificence of it. It was huge, like really big, and the details of it were intricate and beautiful, but it was still a pirate ship and that made you nervous. Where were they? What were they doing? You only hoped it was nothing because Windmill Village wasn’t meant for pirates and bandits. You had enough problems with the criminals in the mountains, you didn’t need criminals from the sea on Dawn Island, too.

When you had stepped through the door of Party’s Bar you had found yourself stopping right then and there, and you had stared for quite some time to try and figure out what had been happening before you got there. Loud laughter, a rambunctious crowd that seemed incredibly entertained, and you had to briefly wonder where they came from until two and two were put together. You had been staring at the crew of the ship you had just passed, and suddenly your heart had started racing with a growing anxiety. That was when you had booked it, when you had tried to go as fast as possible to make sure Makino was okay, and that was when you had tripped.

Then you had been caught, but now you were safe and standing in front of your knight, the red-haired man who had saved you.

“I’m Shanks,” he introduced, and you realized you had been simply standing there in silence, but then you felt a little relief.

Makino had told you about the Red-Hair Pirates before, about the amusing crew and the even more amusing captain by the name you were just given. They were nice but rowdy, a crew that was usually out for a good time, and they often found themselves visiting Dawn Island where they always ended up at the bar. Makino considered them friends, and you figured that if the sweet woman was fine with them then you could be, too. Your guard was still up but it was slipping a bit, and soon you were smiling.

“I’m Y/N, and it’s nice to finally meet you,” you replied, laughing a little when a look of confusion crossed Shanks’ face, so you offered him an explanation. “Makino talked about you guys before. It’s nice to put a face to the goofy man.”

Shanks looked a little offended, but you could see that he really wasn’t. Still, even though it was small, he turned his head and leaned back to look around a large man swinging a stick of meat around animatedly.

“Makino! What have you been saying about me?!” he shouted, and through the noise you saw her hear it and look over with a smile.

“Nothing!” she nearly sang, and you laughed again when Shanks grumbled.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad,” you told him, and he looked at you once more.

“Promise? I can’t have my reputation ruined in front of -”

“Are you bothering this lady?” came a voice from the side, and you watched as a man approached and swung an arm around Shanks’ shoulders. You recognized him as the guy earlier, the one with the meat that was now dangling in his hand, and he turned to look at you next with a wide grin.

“It’s rude to interrupt, Roux,” Shanks muttered, scowling a bit, but he heard you laugh and the frown disappeared from Shanks’ face immediately. It was replaced by a smile, a bit of a silly one when he realized he liked the sound.

That was the day you met Shanks.

Day One.

Day Two:

“I have a visitor.”

From his spot leaning against the wall outside the doors of Party’s Bar, a particular crimson-haired pirate looked up when he heard you approaching. There was some confusion on your face but it was your smile that was made more obvious, a genuinely contagious one that made Shanks smile as well.

“You have a visitor,” Shanks repeated, looking down at you when you stopped in front of him. “Company, too. I was told you were working.”

“I am, but I’m curious.”

“About?”

“Why?” you inquired, and you watched as the grin on Shanks’ face stretched.

“I can’t have the pretty girl be lonely either,” he said, and he had the pleasure of watching you blush once more. It was cute, your cheeks rosy and your gaze flicking down before you peered up at him again, but instead of embarrassment like it was last night it was a blush from flattery. Shanks stared for a moment, finding himself a little captivated for a few seconds, and then he shrugged. “You’re stuck with me now.”

You couldn’t help but think that wasn’t a bad thing.

“I appreciate that but you don’t have to, I’m sure there are a million more interesting things to do instead of staying with me,” you told Shanks, but after a number of seconds he shook his head.

“Not to me there isn’t,” he responded, and then he turned to hold open one of the swinging doors for you. You thanked him and he watched you as you walked past, following you shortly after and continuing to do so until the two of you reached the bar. You went behind it and he sat on a stool, leaning on folded arms as you bustled around.

Shanks hadn’t said anything yet, instead he sat in silence and you had to wonder about his intentions that day. Well, actually, you had to wonder about the whole thing. Why you? What made you interesting? Hours, that was what was spent the night before with Shanks asking so many questions that it made your head spin. Not in a bad way, rather it was in a way that made you bashful. You were an honest person, a kind person, so the questions were answered as truthfully as they could be, and as you headed home that night (with Shanks accompanying you because he “couldn’t have you walk alone around here” which was funny considering you had been doing it for months) you realized how much information you had divulged.

You didn’t mind, it was nothing invasive, but it did make you realize that Shanks was an easy person to get along with. You realized quickly what Makino meant when she said he was charismatic, but you hadn’t expected for him to be so incredibly charming on top of that. It was a dangerous combo, one that lured you in, and you didn’t even notice until you had a moment of rest. Suddenly you were shy, you found yourself nervous, but Shanks’ brilliant smile eased your anxiety.

One night - that was all it took.

Now you were here, Shanks in your presence but this time enjoying the silence with you. This is what you had meant when you said there were other things to do, mostly because you were rather flustered and unable to break through the slight awkwardness surrounding you. You weren’t sure if Shanks felt the same, but what you did know was that he was staring holes into your back, and soon you turned to see that you had been right. Shanks didn’t seem to mind the fact that he had been caught, simply glancing up at you and then smirking, and you cleared your throat a bit.

“So how did you end up at Dawn Island? I didn’t even think we had a name on the map,” you asked, the work you had been doing resulting in a cup of ale that was set down in front of Shanks.

“You don’t,” he laughed, thanking you and pulling the mug closer to him. “We were passing through the other islands and saw this place. We needed supplies so we stopped by, and the people around here were nice so we stayed for a few days, then we were still nearby when we finished our trip and stopped in again. It’s nothing exciting, sorry.”

“Just the fact that you’re here is exciting, you don’t need to apologize,” you pointed out, looking over your shoulder after you had turned again to grab a broom. You started behind the counter, swishing over the floor and making your way towards the center of the room. You were stopped, however, by a hand also grabbing the stick of the broom and giving it a little tug.

“Stop cleaning, would you?” Shanks chuckled, knowing full well it was your nerves making you do so. It could go very right or very wrong, but Shanks didn’t back down from a challenge and he stood. He took the broom from you and let it rest against the counter, and then he reached out and took one of your hands. “If you want to move around so much we’ll do it like this.”

This was a little familiar, the hand on your waist and the other still gripping yours. The circumstance was much better however, a light sway instead of you clumsily tripping as you had yesterday, and you much safer though still in his arms this time. It had happened in slow motion, the way you had fallen into him, and time moved even slower when you looked up at him with wide, sparkling eyes that bored into his own. There was a moment in between then and your fluster, and it was filled with such an overwhelming feeling that it almost knocked Shanks on his ass. Head over heels? It existed. Now, having experienced it firsthand, Shanks had a need to know more so that he could soak it all up and bask in you.

You didn’t know why but you instantly followed Shanks’ lead, and it was long before you realized what was happening. Your mind caught up, though, eventually clueing into the fact that you were going around in slow circles, and your soft blush turned fiercely hot. Shanks was close, so close, and only getting closer as he continued to guide you into whatever made up rhythm there was.

Dancing? Really? The thudding in your chest was violent.

“Did you grow up here?” Shanks asked, knocking you out of your daze, and you mustered the courage to look up at him before you nodded.

“I grew up closer to the mountain, though, so I wasn’t here too often, but when I got old enough I decided I wanted to come down. There’s just more people and more things to do here. I didn’t live too close to anyone so it got pretty boring, pretty fast,” you explained, and you paused for a moment to tighten your grasp on Shanks’ hand. It was as your feet started catching on that you gained a little confidence, and you lifted your free hand to place it on Shanks’ shoulder while matching his pace. It wasn’t very fast, just barely there sways in circles that were slow unlike your racing heart.

“What about you? Where did you grow up?”

“On a ship,” Shanks answered nonchalantly. “Roger’s ship actually, I was a part of his crew.”

What?

“You say that like it’s not a big deal,” you pointed out, awe written on your face.

Now you didn’t know much about the pirate world, but you lived near a little guy who dreamed of becoming the Pirate King. How could you not know at least a little bit about the fame and fortune of Gol D. Roger? You were very aware of the fact that he was a great pirate among pirates, and here you were feeling almost as if you were close to him.

“It’s not,” Shanks said.

“Okay, you don’t count.”

“I don’t count in my own life?” he laughed, and he laughed even more when you shook your head.

“Nope!” you chirped. “You were used to it, you know? You said you grew up on his ship, so obviously it’s the norm for you. Imagine being me, a village girl with barely a clue about anything to do with piracy, just casually hearing that she knows someone from the crew of the only pirate she knows.”

“First of all I’m a pirate, too, and secondly I’m a little offended that I don’t come to mind first now that you know me,” Shanks told you, feigning hurt which made you giggle.

“I just met you yesterday, remember? I haven’t even had a chance to find out who you really are.”

“But you want to?”

You had to stop yourself from answering because it came so easily, the fact that you very much wanted to. Shanks made you curious in a way that you had never been before, made you want to know him even though it had been mere hours since you had met him. It was crazy, the fact that you had been hit so intensely by a wave of breathtaking charm, yet it felt right. That was insane, wasn’t it?

“Yes,” you admitted quietly, and once more you had to avoid Shanks’ gaze that you felt studying you.

“Hm,” Shanks hummed shortly, and again his gaze flicked over your face as he studied you up close. He carefully moved his hand, slowly as if to not startle you, and it swept around until it was resting on your back and pulling you a bit closer. You continued to sway, continued to dance in circles to imaginary music, and then Shanks smiled. “You better start asking before you get busy, then.”

Day Three:

The air was fresh when Shanks reached the deck of the Red Force, crisp and breathing new life into the lungs that had only known a stuffy cabin for hours as he slept. It was almost as nice as the way the sun felt, which was warm and pleasant, but it was damn bright. The pirate captain had to pause for a second, hand on the railing while the other came up to rub his temples as a striking pain settled in.

“Glad to see you alive and well.”

The comment was as loud as it was taunting, and Shanks took a minute before he lifted his head and looked across the deck at where his first mate was settled at a table with a cup of coffee next to him. He looked amused, leg crossed over the other with newspaper in hand, and Shanks could feel him watching as he passed by and sagged into a seat.

“Funny,” was all Shanks responded with, and he reached up to take the straw hat off his head and set it down on the table before running his hands up his face and through his hair before slumping against the chair. “Everyone else still asleep?”

“Yeah, and I figured you would be, too,” Beck said, drawing his mug close to his mouth.

“Your faith in me is astounding.”

Beck couldn’t help but chuckle, and he was taking a drink as he watched Shanks compose himself a little more and sit straighter in his seat. He remained quiet then, just observed what was before him, but soon it became clear that he was going to have to be the one to move things forward. It was why once he set his cup down he leaned back and folded his arms. It was a pose that screamed expectancy, and it seemed as though his captain caught on.

“What?” Shanks asked, watching Beck carefully.

“Nothing,” Beck replied. “I thought maybe you were up because you promised to go on a picnic with Y/N today.”

Huh?

“I really should cut you off.”

The pout that worked its way onto Shanks’ face was deep and crooked, one completely unsatisfied with the turn of events, and it settled within seconds. He stared at you for a moment, turned his gaze back to his drink, and then his eyes drifted to you once again to lock on.

“Well that’s no fun,” Shanks said, leaning heavily on folded arms on the counter of the bar. “I keep you company all day and this is the treatment I get?”

You laughed, and when you did it broke the facade Shanks was putting on and made him smile. It was a dopey smile, one he was sure made him look stupid, but he couldn’t help it. There was just something about you that made him melt, and as long as he kept your attention he didn’t care how foolish he looked. Drinks, no drinks, he just needed an excuse to stick around.

“You’re drunk,” you pointed out, reaching for the mug in front of Shanks but finding it scooting out of the way when he got there first.

“And you’re pretty,” Shanks replied, loving the way your eyes widened a bit before they had to glance off to the side when meeting his became too much. He put himself into your line of sight however, and he finally caught your gaze. “Cut me off, but don’t make me leave.”

You seemed flattered but there was some disappointment in the look on your face, and had he been a little more sober Shanks would’ve simply asked what was wrong, but his liquor-driven confidence had his hand coming up to touch your cheek softly. His fingertips grazed the smooth, warm skin, lingered, but they crept over until a piece of your hair was in between his fingers. He caressed it gently, watched as the silky strands slipped from his hold, and only then did he ask you softly.

“I have to go home, too,” you answered, though it was laced with regret.

Shanks clued in then, to the fact that despite the lack of business you were still technically working. You started a shift and you had to end one as well, and when he took a peek out the window and realized it was dark he came to the conclusion that now would be that closing time. The intelligent part of him accepted that, but the drunken part of him heaved a great sigh and grumbled as he sat up straight in the stool after dropping his hand.

“I’m sorry,” you offered genuinely, finally able to reach that mug.

“Tomorrow, then,” Shanks fired back. “We should do something tomorrow.”

“Are you asking me on a date?” you inquired, looking over your shoulder as you poured the leftover ale down the sink.

“No, I’m trying to get you to ask me on a date.”

You laughed and made quick work of cleaning the glass you had taken, washing it thoroughly before setting it aside to dry and then you turned around again.

“Will you go on a picnic with me tomorrow?” you asked playfully, and the grin on Shanks’ face grew.

“Are you asking me on a date?” Shanks teased, using your words against you and making you blush a bit. It was cute, the color of your face, and Shanks had to resist the urge to brush your cheek again when a bashful smile crossed your face.

“I guess so,” you responded, and you actually found yourself anxiously awaiting the answer. The worst part was you knew it’d be fine, you knew in the end you were going to end up with your picnic, but as Shanks hummed and hawed you became nervous.

“I think I have the time to squeeze you in,” he finally said, though it was a joke that made you giggle.

“Alright then, I’ll meet you at noon.”

“The picnic,” Shanks muttered before he looked up with wide eyes. “The picnic!”

“You’re lucky she’s patient,” Beck pointed out, and he tilted his head before throwing his thumb over his shoulder.

When Shanks followed the point it led to the dock, and when he zoned in you were there. You were sitting on the edge, shoes beside you and feet dangling in the water. Half of a sandwich was in your hand, a piece bitten off, and he was sure that if he could hear you you’d be humming some sort of tune. Beck was right, you were patient, and here Shanks was a little hungover.

“I’ll be back later,” Shanks finally said, scrambling to stand up and grabbing his hat before taking off. He was fast, barely catching Beck’s “sure” as he flew to the ramp and practically ran down it.

“Y/N!” he called, and you looked up with this adorable, doe-eyed expression that made Shanks melt on the spot. It also made him feel guilty, the fact that you were surprised to see him a couple hours after he was supposed to meet you, and he wore it on his face.

“Hey!” you beamed, setting the piece of sandwich down on a napkin and pulling your feet from the water, and you pushed yourself up to stand. “I was starting to think maybe you didn’t want to go.”

“I’m sorry,” Shanks apologized sincerely, that guilt growing incredibly large at the thought of you thinking he didn’t want time spent with you. It was the opposite actually, he found himself wanting to steal away all your time, yet here he was making you wait which you had done so. You didn’t seem angry, you weren’t upset, you simply thought that maybe he was blowing you off.

Honestly, Shanks didn’t know which one was worse.

“Of course I want to go,” Shanks said, and his reassurance made your expression brighten up with a big smile.

“Come on! I know the perfect spot!”

There weren’t a lot of places in Windmill Village that were secret. The place was small and explored so you ran the risk of running into people, yet you had never in your time spent at the little cove. You considered it private, a spot to wander to when you needed a little walk - your spot. Now, however, with Shanks by your side, it was no longer just yours.

“Is this the part where I find out you’re a pirate hunter?” Shanks questioned, though it was said playfully and he watched as you looked over at him and laughed.

“I’d be a pretty good one, wouldn’t I? The bounty on your head is impressive, Red-Hair Shanks, I’d make a pretty berry,” you teased back, swinging your hip out to knock it against Shanks’ who wasn’t phased in the slightest.

“Have you been looking me up? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you liked me or something.”

Your cheeks instantly heated up and your gaze turned to the sand you were walking on, a bashfulness surging through you that made you nervous. You couldn’t help it, it was just how Shanks made you feel. It wasn’t a bad nervous, just the kind that settled when you wanted things to go right, and you certainly wanted that as you approached the curve that hid the spot on the beach.

“I guess I do,” you admitted, peeking to the side to find Shanks looking at you. The look on his face was soft, tender even, and you found yourself blushing even harder at your confession.

“Well I like you, too,” he replied easily, no ounce of embarrassment. Why would he try to lie? There was no point, it was made pretty clear that he was interested, so it was easier to just go along with it and be honest. The fact that you were as well made his heart race, particularly when you looked over at him with that sweet, shy look on your face.

“I’m glad,” you finally said, looking away again and finding yourself standing in the middle of a tucked away cove. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a small, sandy area that the water couldn’t reach this time of day, and you were walking over with Shanks in tow.

“Here?” he asked, looking at you, and when you nodded he slipped the folded blanket off of his shoulder and whipped it open with a snap. He laid it down after that, and once spread out he followed its tracks and flopped down himself. For a second he laid on his stomach, face in his crossed arms, but soon he rolled over and looked up at you who seemed entertained.

“You’re not so hot this morning, are you?” you commented, setting the basket down before sitting beside it. “I told you I should’ve cut you off.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine,” Shanks said, taking a deep breath then blowing it out as he closed his eyes, folding his arms under his head after taking the straw hat off and crossing his ankles.

“I’ll get some food in you and then it’ll be better,” you said, lifting open the lid of the basket and then starting to pull out the items you had chosen. First you had immediately handed over a wrapped sandwich, waiting for Shanks to take it before continuing on, and then your own was beside you though half was missing.

“Sorry that I started eating without you,” you said, pulling out a dish of assorted fruit next, “I got hungry.”

“You don’t need to apologize, I was the one who made you wait.”

“That’s okay, I figured maybe you needed to sleep it off. I didn’t mind, though! I’d rather you be feeling alright instead of forcing yourself to sit through this.”

“You know I’m not forcing myself to be here,” Shanks said, one of his eyes popping open so that he could peek over. He stared for a second, and then he smiled at you. “If anything, this is exactly where I want to be.”

“Really?” you asked softly.

“Really.”

The smile that lit up your face then was unmatched, bright and so sunny that it nearly blinded Shanks with its brilliance. He loved that look, the one that was so genuinely you, and he soaked it up with his own smile growing into a grin. He rolled onto his side then, his head propped up by his hand, and the sandwich went forgotten as he simply watched you. You watched him back, your own food useless, but your fingers played with the wrapper in what Shanks assumed was a bit of nervousness.

You were a bashful person, someone who turned shy easily, and when you did Shanks had to admit it was one of the most adorable things he had ever seen. Pink cheeks, crooked smile, but now it seemed as though you had gotten mostly over that and let him stare.

“What?” you still asked.

“Nothing,” Shanks murmured, and his eyes fell down to your busy hands before he reached over and took one, “I just think you’re beautiful.”

“Oh, stop,” you mumbled, that shyness returning despite you having gotten over it only moments ago.

“Never,” Shanks replied, and he drew your hand up to press a kiss to the back of it. He did so and watched you fluster immediately, happy to see your blush make its return. He wondered how far he could push you before you succumbed to it, so he gave your hand a small tug to pull you in, and you let him. You were drawn in closer and closer, your face nearing his, and soon your nose brushed Shanks’ and his eyes slipped close.

“Hey, are you going to eat that?”

The space between you and Shanks became great when you both jumped and pulled away, eyes wide as your gazes whipped to the bottom of the blanket where a young boy stood, finger in his nose and a curious look on his face. Monkey D. Luffy stared back, blinking at the two of you, and then he looked at the basket of food.

“Can I have some?”

You and Shanks spared a glance at one another, and then you laughed as Shanks sighed and pushed himself up to sit. You reached over, lifted the lid completely off to reveal what was in there for snacks. Luffy leaned forward, hand dropping, and he stared before he grinned and knelt in front of it.

“We can share, right, Shanks?” you said as a suggestion, and you could see him frown deeply.

“I guess …” he muttered, certainly not pleased but accepting his fate.

You shot Shanks a look that silently apologized, gave his hand a squeeze and then let it go before leaning forward to pull out a bit more food. You spread it out on the blanket, showed off what it was you brought in front of the drooling kid, and you offered whatever he’d like. That was a mistake because he immediately shot his hands out and gathered up more than you thought he could, and he instantly dumped food into his mouth.

“So what are you doing over here, Luffy?” you inquired, and he paused to look up at you with wide eyes before he swallowed with a bit of a struggle.

“I was coming to see Shanks and saw you guys come this way. Why’d you hide?” he explained, and you heard Shanks mumble a “to be alone” which made you chuckle.

“We were going to play hide and seek. This is a pretty good spot, don’t you think?”

“Not really,” Luffy answered, stuffing a roll into his mouth. “I found you pretty easy.”

“Well that’s because you’re too good at the game,” you said, waiting until Luffy swallowed before reaching over and snatching him. Luffy laughed when he was hauled forward, and he only laughed harder when your fingers skittered up his sides in a ticklish manner. “But I’m good at this game!”

“Y/N! Stop!” Luffy squealed, but instead of you doing so another set of hands joined.

“That’s what you get for stealing our food!” Shanks shouted, and Luffy cackled harder as he squirmed.

“Not fair! You’re bigger than me!” he cried, trying to push your hands away but failing miserably.

“Suck it up!” Shanks yelled, and hidden in the little cove did he and you enjoy an unconventional date.

“You can go to sleep, Luffy.”

“Don’t … wanna …”

It was with those words that Luffy flopped, falling into your side and clocking out instantly with a loud snore. It was obvious he was worn out, a mixture of the copious amounts of food he ate and the hours spent running around with you and Shanks catching up with him. You weren’t surprised, it wasn’t exactly unusual, but it was still cute and you were smiling down at the kid who had fallen asleep against you.

“I think we ran out of time to have a date today,” you commented, looking away from Luffy and at Shanks who had lifted his own gaze as well.

“No thanks to this one,” Shanks replied, pointing at the passed out Luffy with a bit of a pout.

“It was still fun, though.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he said, and when he looked at Luffy again his pout turned into a smile. “I can’t stay mad at him.”

“No?” you asked, and Shanks shook his head. “He adores you, you know. He hasn’t stopped talking about you at all, about how he wants to be a pirate like you when he grows up.”

“Once he gets out there he’s going to change the world.”

Shanks was looking down at Luffy again but you were watching Shanks, watched as a fond look crossed his face. It melted your heart right then and there, the way Shanks so obviously cared about the young boy snuggling into your side. He could’ve so easily brushed him off, he could’ve told him to bug off and left it at that, but instead he welcomed him warmly and seemed to do so whenever Luffy was around. Shanks could feign annoyance, he could tease him endlessly, but there was always a kindness behind it all that was admirable.

“You’re really sweet, you know that?” you finally said, and Shanks looked up at you with a cute look of curiosity which only made you smile softly at him. “Luffy’s a lot, it’s nice of you to let him hang around.”

“Nah, he’s not so bad,” Shanks responded. “A lot, like you said, but he’s a good kid.”

“You can thank Dadan for that one, she really raised him well. Maybe lacking in manners, but what can you expect?”

“Yeah, seriously,” Shanks laughed, and then he turned his head and stared at the setting sun. Everything was orange, and within the hour it was going to be a dull gray. It’d get chilly near the water, the breeze coming off of it cool without the sun warming it, and then he looked at you again. “We should probably get going, it’s going to get cold soon.”

You bit your lip, flicked your gaze down to Luffy before glancing at Shanks again. For a moment you didn’t move, didn’t say anything, but after a number of seconds you were reaching for the sleeping Luffy and pulling him into your lap. Once again he wiggled close, and you waited until he settled before you shifted yourself. You scooted over closer to Shanks, felt your side press up against his, and then you leaned into him.

“Maybe we can wait a little longer?” you suggested, and you tipped your head back to see Shanks looking down at you. He blinked a couple times, but then a warm expression crossed his face and he lifted his arm to wrap it around you.

“Sure.”

Day Four:

“You know, this kind of makes me want to set out to sea.”

You could practically feel an excitement vibrate from Shanks who stood next to you, near the bow of the ship that was parting the waves for the sake of sailing. From what? You weren’t sure. Maybe he was just happy to be out on the water again after being land bound for a few days, or maybe it was your comment.

“You can come out with us.”

Definitely the comment.

You couldn’t help but laugh, and you looked away from the water at Shanks who was watching you. For a moment you grinned, still giggling a little, but Shanks was staring at you with a confused face as you did so. Suddenly you saw it, suddenly you realized you had gotten his hopes up, and suddenly you felt a little guilty.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said, wincing a little as Shanks’ face fell, and you placed a hand on his arm to try and comfort the disappointment that was etched onto his face. “I - … I mean it’d be nice, but piracy isn’t for me.”

“Fine,” Shanks grumbled, and you gave him another smile before looking out over the water again.

You stood on the Red Force that had its sails down, catching the wind and piercing through the water it was on. It wasn’t too far from Dawn Island, maybe about an hour or two, and you were aboard for the ride. Well, technically the ride was for you, and you realized that when Shanks met you in the morning and immediately pulled you to the port.

“Have you ever been on a ship?” he had asked, and when you shook your head he only moved faster. “Let’s go, I’m going to show you.”

You felt a bit bad because it wasn’t like Shanks could run the ship by himself, and so along with yourself he had also dragged his crew into it just so that the two of you could set sail. The week the Red-Hair Pirates were to spend in Windmill Village was supposed to be a break, yet here they were working. You weren’t sure if they minded or not, you didn’t want to ask in case they did, but you sensed an easygoing atmosphere that put your mind at ease.

“Don’t get our captain’s hopes up, Y/N!”

When you glanced up Yasopp was hanging over the crow’s nest, grinning down at you.

“Then we’ll have to listen to him whine!”

“Hey!” Shanks called out, a frown on his face and brows dipped.

“Sorry, boss. He’s right,” Roux commented as he walked past, and Shanks looked on in disbelief.

“Do you see what I have to put up with?” Shanks said after a moment, wearing an unimpressed look.

“Do you see what we have to put up with?” Limejuice fired back, walking behind Lucky Roux with a crate in his hands.

“Traitors, all of them,” Shanks grumbled, and it made you laugh. He turned at the sound, watched with his own light smile as you giggled behind your hand, and then he leaned back against the railing of the ship and stared at you.

He wanted it, wanted you out there so that he could selfishly keep you at his side, but you didn’t belong. You were shaped by Windmill Village, by peace and everyday life, so to take you away from that and put you into something as chaotic as the pirate world would be cruel. Shanks was many things but not that, particularly when it came to you who had done nothing but turn his world upside down in the best way possible. How could he do that to you? You deserved happiness, deserved whatever it was that you wanted, and if you found that in your home then so be it.

When you turned Shanks lifted his head a bit and looked at you, smiling when you moved a little closer to him. You were standing at his side now though turned to face the water again, and you leaned against the railing as well. You didn’t say anything, just stared out at the sea with a serene expression on your face, and Shanks couldn’t help but bask in your calm presence as he continued to watch. You didn’t notice right away, you were either oblivious or too focused on the scenery, but soon you glanced over, away, and then you quickly looked a second time. Shanks had the pleasure of watching you blush again, as your cheeks went pink and that bashfulness he loved so much returned.

“What?” you asked softly.

“Nothing, I just like looking at you,” he responded, shaking his head.

“Oh, stop,” you said, and Shanks chuckled.

“What? I can’t help it, you look stunning out here,” he continued, turning himself and mirroring your pose but still not looking away from you. He watched as you blushed even harder, as you avoided his gaze and stared down at the planks that made up the deck.

“I’m only being honest,” Shanks murmured, raising his hand so that he could tip your chin up and see you. “I think you’re beautiful.”

A flustered noise left you, a squeak that came from the back of your throat, and then you looked impossibly cute. Shanks was almost a little flustered himself then, taken back by how adorable you looked trying to fight off your sheepishness, and all he could do was laugh and drop his hand so that it was on your back instead. He pulled you in, wrapped his arms around you, and he squeezed you tightly. You immediately buried your face into his shoulder and grasped his shirt, hiding from the embarrassment you were feeling because of the attention.

“Sorry,” Shanks apologized, and your muffled “it’s okay” made him grin. He rested his chin on top of your head and ran a hand up until it was cradling the back of it and holding it against him. For a moment the two of you stayed like that, you in Shanks’ warm embrace, but before long you were pulling back a bit and finally looking up at the red-haired pirate. His smile turned soft, his hand ran through your hair again, and when you leaned into him a little more the arm around your waist tightened.

“Can I ki -” Shanks started, but he was rudely interrupted by the Red-Hair Pirates’ sniper again.

“Get a room!” he shouted, and then he laughed loudly when Shanks shot him an annoyed look.

“Come on,” he said, now looking at you and stepping away after letting you go, but he reached out to take your hand, “I’ll show you the rest of the ship.”

“Tired?”

The tears that blurred your vision were blinked away after a yawn forced itself out of you, you bleary for a moment before you turned your head in Shanks’ direction. You nodded then, and the hand that had come up to politely cover your mouth returned to where it had been resting on Shanks’ arm. Your head tipped then, far enough that it landed on Shanks’ shoulder, and you fought back another yawn.

You and the pirates spent the day on the water, and by the time you returned to Windmill Village the moon was bright and night had come. The trip had only meant to be quick, but before long the sun was setting and it was time to turn around and head back before it got too late. It was then you realized how exhausted you were, how even though you hadn’t done much on the ship you were still tired simply from sailing.

You were right, you were truly meant to stay on land and away from piracy.

“Did you have fun, though?” Shanks asked next, glancing at you again before focusing on the road ahead.

It was leading to your house, the one towards the end of the main road that was close enough to the edge of the mountains that it made Shanks nervous. That was why he had insisted on walking you back, why even though he was tired himself he needed to see to your safety before he could relax. So he found himself in the village once more, you hanging onto his arm and leaning into him while you strolled along beside him. Thankfully the trek was banditless, but it seemed too short when the two of you reached your home and Shanks realized he didn’t want to let you go just yet.

“I did, thank you,” you answered, seeing your house and then straightening up again. You wondered briefly if Shanks would notice if you slowed down, if you gave yourself just a little more time with him before you had to part ways for the night.

“Good,” Shanks said, stopping in front of your door and watching as you stepped away from him, “we’ll have to do it again before I leave.”

You paused for just a second, the hand that was fishing around in your bag for your keys stilling but then quickly going back to work. You hadn’t really thought about that over the last few days, but you were quickly reminded of the little time you had. Shanks hadn’t mentioned when he was leaving, and it had never been brought up until this point, but you didn’t want to know right now. No, all you could think about was using the time you had wisely, and so when you pushed your key into the lock you didn’t turn it right away and looked up at Shanks instead.

“Will you stay the night?”

For some reason Shanks wasn’t shocked, for some reason it was so easy to nod, but when you smiled at him suddenly everything went into overdrive. His thoughts, his heart, the twists and turns in his stomach; something so simple tha - … well … actually … was it simple? As Shanks watched you unlock your door he couldn’t help but think that, wonder what it was he had gotten himself into. It seemed relatively harmless at first, the past few days rather light, but this was different. This was crossing an imaginary line, one that separated the fun, playful flirting from something that seemed a little more serious. Was that the smart thing to do? Was it right? It felt right, and that was where the problem laid.

Shanks didn’t have too long to think about it because your door opened and then you were looking at him expectantly, and without so much as a second worry he was following you in. It was dark though the windows let in enough light that he could see the outlines of things - your couch, a table, a couple of different entrances that led to other places, and a lamp that you walked towards and turned on after slipping off your shoes. The pirate captain followed suit, kicked off his sandals and ventured in further as you putted around and put away the things you had been carrying. He watched as you did so, stood by the couch silently, and then suddenly he was imagining seeing this every day.

It wouldn’t be so bad, coming home to you, but there were bigger things he had to tend to that stopped him from dropping everything and doing just that. It was ridiculous, the fact that it had been mere days and here he was picturing a life with you in the little home in Windmill Village. Shanks hadn’t meant for it to go so far, for him to fall in so deep, yet he had done just that and he felt completely done for. You held some kind of power that had a total grip on him, that rang him dry, and he realized that fighting it off was useless because it just came back stronger than ever. What was he to do? He was simply a man falling for a woman, and you weren’t making it easy for him to stop. In fact he couldn’t stop at all, and he couldn’t stop himself from following behind you as you made your way into your kitchen.

“Did you want anything?” you asked, setting your bag down on the counter and turning towards one of your cupboards, reaching up to swing open a door. What you went for was a cup, pulled one out and set it on the counter for yourself, then you grabbed another and held it as you turned. “I’m just getting some water, but … if …”

Your words escaped you when you found yourself face to face with the pirate, Shanks having silently crept up behind you just to be standing close when you spun around. Inches, that’s all that was between you with no hope for space considering you were trapped between him and the counter, and you found yourself nervous once again. It was the anticipation that made you gulp a bit, that made your fingers tighten around the glass, and you still couldn’t find anything to say when you stared up and tried to read the expression on Shanks’ face. It was an intense look, one of total focus, yet there was something so tender in his stare that made you melt on the spot.

“Just so you know, this will be the third time,” Shanks stated, reaching to take the cup from you so that he could set it down.

“What is?” you asked, though it was barely above a whisper.

“That I’ve tried to kiss you,” he continued, raising his hand again to hold the side of your face. His thumb gently swept over your cheekbone, felt the heat rush to the surface when you blushed, and it made him smirk.

“Oh,” you replied rather bluntly, but it didn’t seem to phase Shanks who merely chuckled and slid his touch around to the back of your neck.

“So?”

“So what?”

“Can I?”

Something swept through you so violently that it left you speechless, and for quite a number of seconds you weren’t sure what you were feeling. The nervousness was still there, the anticipation, too, but it only grew more as Shanks stared at you patiently. “Of course” you wanted to say, but the only thing that came out was a soft gasp when Shanks stepped even closer to you. His other arm came up and slowly wrapped around your waist so that he could hold you to him, and despite your scattered brain your own hands were coming up to rest on Shanks’ chest. He was even closer then, ducked down just a bit, but he stopped just as your noses brushed.

“Please?” he tried again, and this time everything grounded you.

“Third time’s the charm,” you said lamely, but your nervous attempt at humor was swept under the rug by Shanks’ soft touch that ran up your back a bit. It made you shiver but soon it was warm, and you were letting it soothe you into a comfort that you quickly realized only Shanks could provide. It spread further when he moved again, when he held you tighter, and when his lips pressed to yours you were totally consumed by it. It eased your worried mind though it did nothing for your racing heart, in fact all it did was jumpstart it again, but even though it was beating loudly in your ears all you could focus on was Shanks.

Your hands slid up until they were on the pirate’s shoulders, but they didn’t stay long because soon your arms were wrapping around Shanks’ neck and daring to pull him even closer. The tug earned you a quiet grunt but he listened, taking that final step that pushed you into the counter behind you, and the hand at your neck slid into your hair. It was your turn to follow then, to let Shanks guide you until your head was tipped and his mouth was slotted against yours perfectly, and the kiss lasted a few moments longer before the two of you were pulling back.

“Wait,” Shanks muttered just as your eyes were fluttering open, but they slid shut again when he leaned in once more and kissed you a second time. Then there was a third, a fourth, and then by the time he set you free you were leaning into him heavily and staring up at him with a half-lidded stare that eventually traveled from his mouth up to meet his gaze. Shanks’ hand slid from your hair and came back around to cup your face again, making sure his touch was gentle, and you immediately leaned into it while bringing your own hand down to cover his. He smiled at you then, ran his thumb across your bottom lip, and then he kissed you one more time which had been so soft that you sighed.

“Again,” you whispered when Shanks broke away, and when he obliged you wished you could stay like that forever.

Time was running out.

Day Five

“Luffy! That’s not yours!”

The muffled response that followed was unintelligible, the boy’s mouthful of meat from the drumstick he had snagged muffling his words as he ran with Shanks following closely behind. He tried to catch him but Luffy was quick, spry, and Shanks was twenty-something trying to capture the kid. He was running along the beach fast, sand kicking up and doing a wonderful job at slowing Shanks down, and soon Luffy was cackling as he put distance between them.

You simply watched on fondly, on a blanket near the bonfire that had been built by Yasopp who was chatting with Rockstar on a large log across from you. Soon the pair became dots in the distance, the night shrouding them in darkness as they disappeared, and it was then that you turned away and glanced around instead at the Red-Hair Pirates who were relaxed and enjoying some time on the beach. Drinks, food, a light, warm breeze dragging the salty air along the coast, and you were there with them.

Shanks had been busy that day and you had a midday shift that interrupted any possible plans, so the only option was later. It was the kind of later that ended up being late in the day, the sun having dipped below the horizon long before Shanks was knocking on your door. There wasn’t much time left and he apologized for that, but the least he could do was invite you for a quick meal the pirates were going to have near their ship. You didn’t mind the hour, you didn’t work until the next evening so where was the harm?

When you reached the strip of sand everything was already in full swing, a rambunctious gathering that didn’t seem affected by the fact that the crew had been out all day. It wasn’t just them however, Makino was there with the mayor, and Luffy was running around with far too much energy for as late as it was. You shouldn’t have been surprised, he had always been a handful after all.

And speaking of handful …

“Shanks! Let me down!”

“No.”

You glanced to your right again and watched as the two made a reappearance, Luffy slung over Shanks’ shoulder like a potato sack and the aforementioned pirate grinning as he strolled along, the stick of meat in his free hand. It seemed as though he had won whatever battle had ensued, and he was taking a huge bite after letting Luffy down which made the child shout and try and jump up.

“Here, kid,” Shanks finally said, and when he passed the meat down it was merely a bone. Luffy cried out, annoyed, and when Shanks laughed you did, too. When he heard it he looked over, and he was dropping his hand from Luffy’s head where he had been holding him back to avoid his swinging fists and let him fall into the sand.

“What’s so funny to you, huh?” Shanks asked, squatting down in front of you with a cute, crooked grin. It made you smile as well, and you pulled your knees close to your chest while smiling sheepishly.

“Nothing.”

“That right? Sounds like you're laughing at us,” he retorted, and you hid your smile behind your knees.

“Nope.”

“Uh-huh,” Shanks said, and when he watched your arms tighten around yourself he reached over beside you and picked his cape up. He was careful when he wrapped it around your shoulders, making sure it closed around you before his hands came up to grasp the collar. “Lying to a pirate could be pretty dangerous, you know.”

“What’s my punishment?” you asked a little playfully, holding onto the cape and absorbing the warmth it provided.

“I haven’t decided yet, I’ll let you know.”

“Woah, scary,” you whispered, and Shanks gave a bit of a tug on the collar to draw you in a little. “I guess I shouldn’t get on your bad side.”

“Impossible,” Shanks chuckled, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Ew!” Luffy interrupted for a second time in the past few days, and Shanks rolled his eyes.

“Isn’t it your bedtime or something?” Shanks responded, standing up and looking down at Luffy who merely pulled his eye down and stuck out his tongue which seemed to strike a nerve, and Shanks felt his own eye twitch. “Just for that you’re not joining my crew.”

Luffy’s jaw dropped, but then he quickly pointed at Shanks.

“Fine! I’ll make my own crew and it’ll be even better than yours!” Luffy retaliated, frowning deeply before he turned and walked off. To where? Who knew?

“Now where were we?” Shanks said as he plopped down next to you, settling on the blanket and turning in your direction.

“I think we were talking punishment,” you answered, smiling a little cheekily.

“Right, right,” Shanks replied, nodding his head. “I can think of a few things.”

“That so?”

“Mmhm.”

“Enlighten me.”

Shanks didn’t need to say anything, in fact he didn’t and instead glanced at your lips briefly before looking back up at you. You caught on, and even though your bashfulness reared its head you didn’t turn away. A confidence had settled in after the night prior, and also that morning where you were smothered in kisses that made you feel silly before Shanks left. Questions, though some still a mystery, were answered, and your bout of bravery settled in.

“I can’t share all of my secrets. It’s too bad you’ve been a good girl, though, isn’t it?”

Oh.

Your blush returned, though this time it was crimson and violently hot, and you had to turn away immediately. It was almost accompanied by a stutter of nonsensical words but you managed to swallow them down, but it still didn’t stop you from having to bury your face in your hands. You heard Shanks laugh then but it only made you even more flustered, and you pulled the cape around your head.

Well there went that confidence.

“Come here,” Shanks chuckled, and his arms wrapped around you before he pulled you in close. You let go of the cape then and buried your face into Shanks’ chest instead, absorbing his warmth but still hiding the best you could. It was useless, however, because your chin was lifted up by Shanks’ finger and he grinned down at you.

“Don’t go hiding that pretty face,” he told you, whispering softly.

“Well don’t go saying stuff like that, then,” you murmured.

“What? That my good girl has a pretty face? I’m just being honest.”

“No, not - …” you trailed off and suddenly Shanks looked concerned, and you had to flick your eyes away at that. “Am I? Your girl, I mean.”

The pause that came then was long, and you couldn’t will yourself to glance back at Shanks until you took in and held a deep breath, waiting for a response. The first answer came with a tender gaze, one that studied you closely, and it traveled all over your face as if looking for something. The grin that was once bright and blinding turned sweet, gentle, and it was clearly meant for just you. The look said everything it needed to, but Shanks replied anyway.

“Of course you are.”

Oh. This was complicated.

Day Six:

Shanks didn’t like this, not one bit.

“Just for a little while?”

You were nice - too nice. It was one of the things Shanks liked about you; you were genuine, kind, the friendliest person, but you didn’t know how to say no. It came with your fear of disappointment, you not wanting to let people down, but sometimes those people came with the wrong kind of intentions.

“I-I’m not sure,” you responded, grimacing a bit as you looked down at the empty mug the patron had set down. “I have a lot to do at the end of my shift.”

Just say no.

“I can wait.”

Say no.

“Um …”

“See? You have no excuse.”

It was just a joke but it wasn’t very funny, not when you looked deeply uncomfortable and nervous. Shanks could see it, the way your fingers curled into the edge of the counter before your hand headed towards the mug and grasped the handle of it in an attempt to distract yourself. It wasn’t just yours, however, for whoever the guy was reached out and covered your hand with his own, and a surge of something unpleasant shot through the pirate captain.

Two last, full days, that was what Shanks had with you. You couldn’t exactly miss your shift, but with the kindness of Makino you only had a few hours that you needed to waste in Party’s Bar. Naturally Shanks couldn’t help himself, naturally he became your company, but soon the rest of his crew filed in and distracted you from him. Like he had said, you were genuine, and you were genuine in your job so serving you did. Regulars came, then some faces that must’ve been unfamiliar because you welcomed them in as if it was their first time. That included a small group, three men that came in late in the afternoon, and among them was a customer who sat himself right in front of you.

“Can I get your name?” he had asked.

You gave it to him.

“Can I take you out?” he had so boldly followed up, and you had been caught by surprise. Your stuttering must’ve given the wrong impression because he had smiled and leaned forward on the bar.

Thus your crisis, and Shanks’, too. He didn’t want to be rude, he didn’t want to be as annoyed as he was, but seeing the way the guy’s fingers crept up until they were curling around your wrist immediately threw up a red flag. Were they tight? Could you pull away? He couldn’t tell, but soon your arm was tugging a bit yet you weren’t let go.

“Green’s not a good color on you,” came a voice from beside Shanks, and had he not been so good at observing his surroundings he might’ve jumped. His first mate was there, Beck clearly amused by the turn of events, and that was proven when Shanks turned to look at him and was greeted with a bit of a smirk. For a second he stared, collected his thoughts, and then he scowled discreetly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said from behind his mug, quickly taking a drink so that no more displeasure could come from his mouth.

“I can feel you seething from all the way over there,” Beck continued as he nodded towards the table full of the Red-Hair Pirates, leaning against the bar and then taking a peek past Shanks’ shoulder.

Okay, maybe Shanks wasn’t that discreet.

“Come on, be my girl for a night.”

Shanks moved before he even realized, and the mug that was in front of him tipped over which sloshed ale all across the bar. Both you and the patron looked over in surprise, him staring at the mess and you at Shanks who must’ve been wearing an irritated expression because he could practically see the deep frown on his own face. Everything seemed to go still in that moment, quiet, and Shanks knew he was being watched closely.

“She’s busy,” was all Shanks said, and there was something in his voice that made the grip on your wrist loosen. He watched it closely, but when the fingers didn’t completely unwrap he was flicking his gaze up to the man.

“With what?” he fired back, and it was rather daring considering who it was he was trying to size up.

“No, Shanks wai -”

“Me.”

“And you are?” the guy tried again, clearly looking for an argument that he wasn’t going to win.

“How about you let her go?” Shanks deflected.

“How about she tell me herself?”

“How about you don’t pick a fight?” Beck called out.

“Yeah, if you want someone to scrap with then how about one of us?” Lucky Roux said next, setting his drink down.

“Need your friends to fight a battle for you?” the stranger sneered, and Shanks’ curling fist didn’t go unnoticed for Beck squeezed himself in between the two.

“Better one of us than him,” he said, throwing his thumb over his shoulder at Shanks. “Not sure if you’d make it out of that one.”

Finally the hand that had been holding onto you dropped, but it was so that the man could stand up instead and hold his head high. Your hand came back to yourself and you rubbed your wrist, though you did so without thinking about it for you were running through every thought in your head in hopes of finding a way to diffuse the situation. You didn’t think fast enough, however, for the first move made was by the persistent patron who stepped forward with a heavy foot. Stools skidded, Shanks’ falling over when he went to push past his first mate and the one in front of Beck being pushed to the side. The two of them were fast but Building Snake was faster, and a large arm shot out before a hand grasped the front of the guy’s shirt.

“I’d get out of here if I were you,” he stated, fingers curling even tighter. “You and your buddies.”

“And -”

There was no room for banter, no room for anymore words, not when Building Snake hauled hard and started dragging the now stumbling customer across the bar and towards the swinging doors. It was still silent other than the skids of feet, and there were chair legs that scraped on the wooden planks that belonged to the friends that had been barely acknowledged. They followed silently, concerned and looking between one another, and it was as the creep was practically thrown onto the dirt road that they almost politely stepped past.

“Show your face again and we’ll come around,” Building Snake threatened, and he watched with a hard gaze as the previous patron stumbled until he caught himself. One look back, that was all it took before he spat and glared, but not a peep came from him as he straightened out his shirt.

“Come on,” he grumbled, nodding ahead of him as he walked, and the two other guys who seemed anxious started to follow, “let's get out of here.”

They were watched, right up until they were dots in the distance, and it was only then that the pirate turned around and made his way in. Building Snake looked at you who had ended up rooted to the spot, eyes wide and unsure as to what to do with the moment.

“You okay, Y/N?” he asked, stopping but continuing to take his seat when you nodded.

The pleasant atmosphere was affected, but it started lifting again when laughter rang out. Building Snake was patted on the back, a chorus of “look at you!”s and a “did you see his face?” filling the bar, and it slowly but surely put you at ease. It was when you took a deep breath to calm your racing heart that you turned and grabbed a rag, noticing Beck setting the stools up again which reminded you, you had a mess to clean. You set the cloth down in the puddle just to be stopped, a hand taking your own and pulling it across the counter a bit.

“Are you really okay?” Shanks asked, running his thumb along the red ring around your wrist. He followed that trail before looking up at you, and you did the same.

“I am, I promise,” you reassured him, and it did the trick because you watched as Shanks’ tense shoulders dropped a bit. “Are you?”

“Hm?” he hummed, tearing his gaze away from where it went to your wrist again and sending it your way. “What do you mean?”

“I … don’t want you to be mad,” you answered, brow furrowing a bit, but it relaxed when Shanks’ hand turned and took yours. The once aggravated expression melted away, leaving only a fondness for you that you felt right to your very core.

“I’m not mad, just worried,” Shanks explained.

“About him coming back around?”

He nodded.

“I don’t think you need to worry about that, I’m pretty sure he’s scared enough that he won’t come back,” you laughed, but Shanks didn’t crack a smile.

“And when we’re gone?” he pushed, and your own smile faded but it didn’t disappear completely.

“I’m busy tonight, am I?” you directed, and you did so because the last thing you wanted was to talk about the fact that Shanks was leaving the next day.

He had told you that morning, did so with a bit of remorse and an apology, but it was something you expected and accepted. Shanks couldn’t stay in Windmill Village forever, you knew that, and as much as your heart ached you had to let it go. You were going to do whatever you could with the time you had, and what you didn’t have the time for was to wallow in negativity. Shanks must’ve gotten the message because he sighed and then finally smiled.

“Yes, you are,” he replied.

“I didn’t know this,” you teased, and Shanks rolled his eyes though it was playfully.

“Don’t be smart,” he said, giving your hand a squeeze before letting it go and taking the rag that had started soaking up the ale. It was his fault, the least he could do was clean it up despite your protests. “We’re just going to stock the ship up then I’ll come back, alright? Find us if those guys show up again.”

You nodded, and you were pulling the rag into a bin once the drink was cleared. Shanks nodded back, then he turned away and strolled over to where his crew was, and with a few exchanged words mugs were emptied and brought to the counter for you. The bar was near empty by the time the Red-Hair Pirates finished filing out, and with a final look back Shanks winked at you and then followed his crewmates.

Busy, huh? You could hardly wait.

There you were, just existing, and Shanks was captivated by you. It started with that smile of yours, the one that greeted him when he returned that night and walked through the swinging doors. You were like an angel, the lights dim except a couple behind you that made you glow underneath them. It had been quick, that gorgeous smile before you turned away and returned to your task. It wasn’t anything special, you were just muttering numbers to yourself as you counted bills, but there was still something so adorable about it that Shanks couldn’t help but watch.

He was wearing his own smile and he knew it was dumb-looking, probably crooked enough that it seemed drunk, but the liquor he barely had earlier was long gone and replaced with affection for you. He couldn’t stop himself from soaking you up and the time you had together, and there was something that drew him in. He could deny it, reject the idea because people didn’t just fall for someone in mere days, yet here he was completely taken by you.

“Sorry! Just a second!” you apologized, speeding up and reaching for a bag that was resting on the counter. “Some of the regulars stayed behind a bit. Birthday, you know? I didn’t have the heart to kick them ou -”

The bag in your hand was taken, set aside and out of your reach, and you realized you were staring up at Shanks who had silently made his way over. The situation seemed familiar, you pressed up against the counter, and Shanks’ hands kept you trapped when they landed on the surface on either side of you. He was closer than ever, much closer than he had been the night before, and your head tipped back so that you could meet his gaze.

“Shanks?” you asked quietly, curious about the way he was looking at you. It was fond, almost adoring, and you became a puddle underneath it. For a second he didn’t move, simply stared at you, but soon a hand lifted to your waist and the other came up to cup your face.

“My girl, right?” he whispered, and he gently swept his thumb over your bottom lip.

He shouldn’t do this.

“Yeah,” you responded.

You shouldn’t do this either.

“Good.”

Shit.

The kiss Shanks gave you made you shiver on the spot, and your hands came up fast to clutch his half-open shirt when you were struck by a sharp electricity that shook your spine. It took everything for you to stand on your weak knees, but it became easier when you leaned into Shanks and his arm wrapped around your waist. It was only for a moment however, because with impressive strength he lifted you onto the counter and moved in even closer. You were left too breathless, so much so that the kiss went fast because you broke away and gasped, but that was all you had time for before Shanks dove in again.

It was a bad idea to be so hungry, but Shanks felt starved and you were the only thing that could satisfy his craving. You were the fire in his veins, the thoughts that he could muster only about you, and the taste of you was addicting. He wanted more, seeked it out, and you let him find more of it when your lips parted at his request. Shanks felt your hands travel right up to his shoulders, but they continued shortly after until your arms were circling his neck and he was pulled in closer.

“What if someone comes in?” you asked in between kisses, Shanks soon leaving one at the corner of your mouth.

“Then they can watch,” he replied quickly, and he was hauling you to the edge of the counter and stepping in between your legs. Your breath hitched when he closed in and pressed against you, fitting perfectly against your curves and he smirked when he felt you squeeze his sides with your thighs.

“Shanks …”

“Then again,” he murmured, interrupting himself to press a kiss to your neck that was just above your racing pulse, “I wouldn’t want anyone to see what I’m going to do to you.”

Your hands came back though this time they ran through crimson locks, and you gripped them softly to pull Shanks’ head back up who immediately obliged. You took the initiative then, kissed him hard, and then you broke away again which you noticed left Shanks a little stunned by your sudden move. You felt brave, your usual fluster disappearing with the want Shanks was exhibiting, and you smiled.

“We should probably get out of here, then,” you suggested, running your hand through his hair.

“Yeah, we probably should.”

The way you stumbled into your home was clumsy, your feet tangled up and throwing off your balance, but you were lucky because the arm that was tight around your waist swung you around and you were pressed to the door. The kiss that had rushed you in didn’t waver, didn’t have a chance to break, and you were devoured when you were pushed harder into the door. The hands on your hips were warm, big, and though they had once been still they were suddenly on the move.

Shanks felt greedy but he couldn’t stop himself, not when your skin was just so soft under his rough palms. He felt goosebumps raise in the wake of his touch, spread across your body, and he chased them until his hands were up your shirt and on your waist. It would’ve been polite had they not stopped for such a dirty reason, his tongue searching for yours and finding it when you quickly did the same. Shanks felt you shudder in his arms, heard you groan a little, and all it did was drive him to kiss you even harder.

You were dizzy, and you weren’t sure if it was your lack of air or Shanks himself but you had a feeling it was the latter. He was an overwhelming power, a strong presence that made you feel safe, and so you had faith that he would catch you when you fell, and fall you did. It happened hard and fast, a sudden burst of some sort of feeling that threw you off, and now that you were feasting on it you were disappointed that you starved yourself for so long.

You should’ve stopped, but you couldn’t.

The kiss stopped, though, and you were left panting when Shanks pulled away. You tried to follow him but he was too tall, and when he chuckled you pouted. You threw it in his direction, made sure that he knew you weren’t happy, but all he did was keep smiling at you, the tilt almost making it a smirk.

“Someone’s impatient,” Shanks pointed out, but even though he was poking fun at you he was impatient himself. Regardless of the fact that he was teasing you his hands slid higher, catching your shirt and he lifted it until your arms were up and it was pulled over your head. It dropped uselessly to the floor beside the two of you, leaving you vulnerable and Shanks pleased at the sight. He watched as your bashfulness returned, as your cheeks went pink but you didn’t shy away, and you bit your lip as your own hands started to move.

Though still clothed the material of Shanks’ shirt was thin, and your fingers found every curve and contour of the muscles hidden away. He was strong, you knew that, but you hadn’t really taken the time to think about it because everything was such a chaotic whirlwind. You were guilty of wandering eyes, sure, but up until this very moment you hadn’t been so hungry for more. Now you wanted to see, wanted to touch, and you focused on pushing Shanks’ shirt off of his shoulders before he took over. It was quick and his top was dropped on yours, joining it on the floor and made useless, but what wasn’t useless was the way that it revealed so much skin to you. Unfortunately you didn’t get much of a chance because you were distracted by another kiss, one that ate you right up but was cut short by Shanks breaking it off and immediately placing one against your jaw. Your mouth opened to say something, but could you remember what it was? Not at all! Not with the way Shanks was fitting against you, pushing his leg in between yours and pressing tightly which made your words disappear instantly. The only thing you could do was whisper his name, and you did as your eyes slipped closed.

Now Shanks liked it when you said his name, when you called for his attention, but to hear it so eager and so close to his ear made an arousal shoot through him that felt urgent. He stepped impossibly closer, his hands dragging down your sides until he was gripping your hips, and he held on tight as he pushed down. He earned hearing his name again and he nearly groaned, but instead he focused on the soft skin of your neck. Your breath hitched when a light kiss was placed just below your ear and Shanks grinned, and he pressed another one there before nipping at the sensitive skin.

You were overwhelmed, flushed and hot, but most of all you were feeling good. You felt both heavy and light, your head in the clouds but your body sagging into Shanks’ when his knee pressed harder and made you whimper. You couldn’t help the roll of your hips, an unconscious attempt at friction that you were dying for that you received and made you gasp next. Shanks let you go then, but his hands lifted from where they had settled and slid up the length of your spine until he caught the band of your bra.

A light snap made you giggle, and Shanks chuckled as well before leaving behind one last kiss to your neck. He brought his head up at the same time he twisted his fingers, and your bra unclasped which made slipping the straps down your arms easier. The undergarment was discarded just as the clothing had been, dropped to the floor, and Shanks peered at your face a moment longer before he couldn’t help his wandering eyes. They slowly trailed down and followed an imaginary path, stopped at your chest and took a moment to admire the view before his gaze flicked up again. You weren’t looking at him and were bashfully avoiding his stare instead, your eyes to the side, but they returned when he tipped your head up.

“You don’t need to hide from me, you know,” Shanks told you, though despite your cheeks turning even rosier you didn’t turn away again.

“Come on,” you murmured, offering a sweet smile and reaching to take the hand under your chin, and you gave it a tug as you stepped out and around Shanks. He listened to your words and followed you immediately, trailing behind you as you weaved around the furniture to head towards your bedroom.

It was mostly dark when you entered but the window in your room let in enough light that you could make out the arrangement, the moon high in the sky. Your hand slipped from Shanks’ and you made your way over to the bed, glancing down at it before looking over your shoulder. Once again you smiled but it was more confident than shy, inviting even, and Shanks must’ve taken the hint because he gave you a bit of a smirk and started walking over himself. It wasn’t long before once again he was in front of you, and that same arm that had been around your waist returned but helped lower you down onto the bed this time.

You landed softly on the mattress and sunk in a bit before you pulled yourself up higher, laying back on your pillows before you were caged in. You didn’t feel trapped, not with Shanks, and your nerves were quickly being replaced by even more excitement when he leaned in and kissed you again. It was instantly hungry but still gentle, Shanks taking his time in deepening it, but soon the need to taste was too much and he devoured you within seconds. It made you moan, the way his tongue tangled with yours, and you responded with your own eagerness that had you pulling Shanks in by his hair. Your breath was taken immediately, your lungs crying out for air by the time you parted, but it was stolen again when Shanks ducked down and headed for your bare chest.

Your skin was like silk under Shanks’ hand, his fingers caressing it on the way down and making you shiver, and your breast was even more supple when he grasped it and gave it a squeeze. Another kiss was placed upon you though it was in the valley of your chest, but his mouth quickly moved on and captured the untended nipple that hardened under his swirling tongue. The other perked up with a swipe of his thumb, and he circled it a few times before it was pinched, and you let out a sweet noise that Shanks wanted to hear again. That was why he didn’t stay too long, why he drew away from your breasts and instead pressed kisses all the way down until the last one landed just above the button of your shorts. He caught a glimpse of you when he took a peek, catching you watching him intently after you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, and you released a shaky breath when a stillness settled.

“Can I?” Shanks asked after a few passing seconds, voice raspy from the lust that was coursing through his veins, and it seemed to grow even more when you nodded. He didn’t waste any time then, pushed himself onto his knees and went straight for the waist of your bottoms, undoing the button and getting the zipper down in record time. The tips of his fingers hooked into those as well as the band of your underwear, and with an easy pull they were sliding off of you and down your legs. Shanks was careful, not wanting to risk hurting you in any way, but it was a different story when it came to useless clothes in his hand which were simply tossed behind him. Again did he take the time to look you over, to study every curve of your body and memorize until it was burnt into his brain. He wasn’t sure how long he stared for but it was enough to make you antsy; you weren’t nervous, just waiting with anticipation.

More waves of goosebumps raised when Shanks’ touch returned and landed on your legs. It slowly traveled up, skimmed along until he was gripping your thighs, and then he coaxed them open with a gentle push. You were obedient, spread your legs for him, and Shanks felt his arousal swell when he caught sight of your excited pussy. He couldn’t help but stare, couldn’t help but have a desire to drown in the taste of you, and that desire left him nearly drooling when he lowered himself.

“Oh my god …” you whispered.

When Shanks looked up you were red all the way down to your neck, your hands covering your face for just a few seconds before your fingers cracked open and you peeked through them. He could see the embarrassment, but instead of finding amusement in it he wished to wipe away your concern. His head turned just enough that he could press a kiss to the inside of your thigh, and another one followed shortly but higher up. He paused then, waited until your hands left your face, and then he gave an encouraging smile when you peered down at him.

“Everything okay?” Shanks inquired, lips still brushing your skin when he spoke. “We can stop.”

“No!” you answered fast, startling Shanks a bit and yourself as well at the urgency. “I - … I mean it’s okay, don’t mind me.”

The smile that Shanks gave you was soft, the hands on you slow as they wandered over your body. It was a reassuring touch, one that calmed you down the longer it stayed, and you were releasing a sigh when you gave into it even more. There was some lingering fluster, how could there not be when Shanks was looking up at you the way he was? To be so dirtily placed while giving you just a sweet expression - it was deadly.

“I do mind you, that’s why I’m asking,” he told you, his large hands slipping up along your sides before coming back down to your hips. “I want you to be comfortable with me.”

“I am, you’re just …”

“Hm?”

You mumbled something, your blush still uncontrollable as you flicked your gaze away.

“What was that?”

“You’re really hot, okay?!” you finally cracked, and it took a long time for you to glance down again but when you did Shanks was looking at you with that same adoring smile. There was no hesitation, there wasn’t a single split second in which it wavered, and despite being in such an obscene position you only felt the warmth come from him.

“Let me take care of you, Y/N,” Shanks said, and he was relieved to see your spiral start to come to an end when you swallowed down your nerves and nodded.

“Okay,” you agreed.

Okay.

One more kiss was pressed to your thigh, but it was quick in favor of Shanks indulging himself. How could he help himself? You were his for the taking, laid out so perfectly and waiting for him, and you looked absolutely divine. Suddenly Shanks was starving more than ever, and he spared you one more glance before his gaze drifted down to where you were wet and glistening. You were clearly excited despite the fact that you had been so hesitant, but Shanks had a feeling you weren’t nearly as excited as he was.

It had been hard to stay away, particularly when he got his first taste of you the last time he was in your home. It hadn’t been much but the sinful thoughts that consumed him after were intense, and he wasn’t safe from them running wild. Now it was happening, now he had you in the way he had been wanting you and he could barely contain himself. In fact, to be perfectly honest, he didn’t, and it was shortly after his fingers dug into your thighs that his head lowered and his tongue cleaned up the dripping mess you had made.

The sharp surge of pleasure that shocked you made you jerk, and your fingers curled into the blanket the second you felt the tease. It wasn’t on purpose, you were sure you weren’t made to suffer, but you got a little and then wanted a lot. How could you get it? How could you ask? You didn’t have to, Shanks read your mind, and he pushed his tongue harder against you to let it slip in between your folds which made you moan softly. It must’ve been encouraging because he pushed harder, slid his hands along your thighs until his arms were wrapped around them, and he held you still as he buried deeper.

The way you clamped down on his tongue tightly sent Shanks’ brain into overdrive. For a split second he wondered how good you were going to feel around his cock, let his thoughts run selfishly, but he was quick to be reminded of the fact that he was here for you. Him? He could come after, but right now he wanted to hear you, he wanted to see you and taste you again and again, so perhaps in giving you pleasure he was rewarding himself. Shanks felt like he could drown in you, wanted to do just that, but the second you moaned his name so sweetly it was all about hearing it again.

“More,” you said without even realizing it, your eyes slipping shut and teeth sinking into your lip when you received just that.

It didn’t happen right away, Shanks was very happy to take his time, but your request was granted shortly and that busy tongue ran up until it caught your swollen clit. The first flick made you gasp, the second made you squirm, but when Shanks sucked softly you were groaning again. You felt your hips lift slightly, chasing Shanks’ mouth when he pulled away for just a moment, but even though he released one of your legs the other still kept you held down. The hand that was free came up and spread your pussy open, and Shanks took another second to lick up the juices that had spilled out before he was paying attention to the little, sensitive nub again, and his tongue swirled around it before he trapped it in between his lips once more. The fingers that had revealed you slid a little further down, swept over the entrance of your clenching cunt, and Shanks carefully pushed one into you to start thrusting shallowly. You immediately reacted, the overwhelming touch making your legs almost clamp shut but they had nowhere to go with Shanks in between them, and he made sure of that. The arm still around your thigh tightened, he sucked harder, and he waited a few seconds before slipping in a second finger.

The moan you let out then was sinful, coming from deep within and stirring the lust that was bubbling inside of Shanks. It urged him on and he found himself groaning as well, pleased that the pleasure you were feeling was coming from him. His tongue lapped faster, his fingers curled, and suddenly you were whimpering and writhing on the mattress. It was music to his ears, the way his name bubbled from your mouth, and he watched as you arched off the bed when he touched you just right.

“Say my name again,” Shanks said after lifting his head, taking a second to catch the breath he had lost while busying his mouth, and his tongue swept over his shiny lips as he watched you closely.

“Shanks!”

“Good girl,” he immediately praised, thrusting his fingers deeper and making you moan again. He spared you one more look at you, a slow rake of his eyes over your twisting body that was doing everything it could to find more pleasure, and he would’ve grinned had he not dropped his head down and took your clit in between his lips again and sucked hard.

A tremble ran through you so violently that you cried out, and the hands that had been grasping the blanket shot down and flew into Shanks’ hair instead. Your fingers curled into the fiery locks and gripped the strands, and you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling which earned you a deep groan that vibrated against your pussy. Your hips lifted trying to get closer but they were simply pushed down again, Shanks’ arm strong and heavy when it was slung across you in a quick attempt to keep you down. It worked, you were weak as pleasure kept coursing through you with every pass of Shanks’ tongue and every stroke of his fingers inside of you.

“Don’t stop,” you finally managed, gasping when not only did Shanks not stop, but also when his fingers plunged deeper than they had been going before. You were pulsing, dizzy, and you were left in some seriously skilled hands that were bringing you closer and closer to your end. Just a little more, that was all you needed, and as if reading your mind for a second time Shanks sped his fingers up and flicked his tongue fast over your sensitive clit, and you wailed when you finally caught a breath.

“Ye - Yes!” you urged, throwing your head back and letting it sag heavily into your pillow. Your eyes were squeezed shut, teeth sunk into your lip, and the desperation that was surely written on your face was the same one that you were feeling. It wanted more, begged for it as it crawled up from deep within, and it was just as it was burning in your chest that you were rewarded with bliss.

The taste that flooded Shanks’ mouth when you came was mouthwatering, and he was quick to draw his fingers back and replace them with his tongue that buried deep inside of you as much as it could. You were throbbing around it, clamping down tight and whimpering because he just couldn’t stop. It was addicting, you were addicting, and Shanks was pinning your hips down with his hands as he lapped at your dripping cunt. It was only when you were nearly begging him to stop that he did, when your voice was shaky and weak and so polite despite having just come all over his mouth, and Shanks heard you breathe a sigh of relief when he pulled away. He watched you from where he was lying in between your legs as you seemed to melt into your pillows even more, the flush on your face having worked its way down to your heaving chest, and the hands that had once been in his hair now were slack and falling to the bed.

Shanks was smug, proud of the way you had fallen apart for him and the mere touch of his tongue. You looked stunning, an image that he wanted burned into his brain forever, but there were more pressing things at hand. There was you and the fact that he wanted to make you feel that way over and over again, but then there was also him. Shanks was happy to serve, more than happy actually because there was something about the way you broke down that just made him want to keep doing it, but he couldn’t completely ignore his own fuelled arousal. You did things to him that no one else could, simple things that drove him crazy, and hearing the absolutely sinful music that you made had him starving.

“God, look at you,” Shanks muttered to himself more than anything, turning his head so that he could kiss the inside of your thigh before lifting off the leg he had thrown over his shoulder. His lips swept up, climbed higher and higher and left behind a trail of soft kisses that eventually reached your neck. They were slowly pressed, they lingered, and they followed the curve of your jaw before one was placed at the corner of your mouth.

Your head turned, you expected a kiss, but all you got was a chill when Shanks pushed himself up and pulled away from you. The heat that you had started to absorb disappeared and you found yourself frowning, and you were about to make your displeasure known but it caught in your throat when a spectacular view came to be. You would’ve been more flustered had you not been wholly captivated, had the sight of Shanks not made you all hot and bothered, but the fact of the matter was that Shanks was perhaps the most gorgeous man you had ever seen and here he was in your bed. He was kneeling before you, still in between your legs, and he was all hard ridges and sculpted perfection. You couldn’t stop your hands from moving and reaching down, and they were placed on his chest before slowly running down his torso. You made sure to feel every curve of muscle, every contour and stark line, and your eyes followed the path you were making while Shanks’ bore into you. You didn’t have to look to know it, you could feel the holes that were burning into you but you figured it was sheer anticipation.

You weren’t oblivious to the fact that Shanks himself had his own problem, in fact you could very clearly see the way his pants were straining. Still, your fingers took their time, but it wasn’t long before they were swiping the waist of Shanks’ bottoms and hooking into them. It was then that you flicked your gaze up to find Shanks still watching you and you paused, not going any further. Silence lingered for a moment, a few words unspoken, and then you offered another smile but it was almost a little naughty.

“We’re not going to get anywhere with these still on,” you pointed out, letting go and hearing the pants snap against Shanks’ hips. You also heard him chuckle, and soon his hands were once where yours were but unfastening the button instead.

“I guess you’re right,” he responded, and he made quick work of pulling the zipper down before pushing the bottoms off his hips. He almost breathed a sigh of relief when he was freed, fully hard and leaking with desperation, but the expression on your face amused him instead. “My eyes are up here.”

So they were.

Even so, you didn’t look right away, you couldn’t now that the skin that had been hidden was revealed to you. You studied each detail, committed them to memory, but there was still something lingering in the back of your mind. The thought shot forward when Shanks’ cock sprung out, looking thick and heavy as it bobbed, and you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering just how much pleasure he was going to bring to you. He had done a good job so far, fantastic even, so you knew you were in for a treat when Shanks kicked off his pants and then dropped down to hover over you again.

“Looks like you like what you see,” Shanks commented, and though you had been so bold not even moments earlier you were blushing hard. It was cute, how despite your growing confidence you still couldn’t escape your bashfulness, and Shanks smirked down at you. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

It was a promise, a reassurance, something to hopefully stop your nerves from taking over. You felt that, and the warmth that Shanks was offering was one that comforted you, made you brave. Your hands ran over his chest again, did the same as they had done earlier and trailed down. Again you felt every ridge of his muscles, felt the way it was his turn to have a wave of goosebumps, and eventually you felt his cock twitch in your hand when it wrapped around it.

“You already have, it’s my turn now,” you replied, stroking Shanks’ dick and hearing his breath hitch when your fingers swept over the swollen, slick tip. You glanced down quickly, watched as Shanks’ hips jerked a bit so that he could thrust into your hand. Your grip was firm around his shaft when you stroked him a couple more times, but then you were guiding him towards your drooling cunt. You were excited, more wet than you had ever been, and it all came down to the man that was slowly easing into you. You were thankful for that, because among your thoughts of pleasure you also had to wonder if he was even going to fit.

“Are you okay?” Shanks asked when you winced a bit, pausing, but you nodded and told him to keep going. So he did, adjusted himself so that he was resting on his forearms so that he was even closer to you. “Tell me if you need me to stop, alright?”

Sure Shanks was possibly the most gorgeous man you had ever seen, genuine and kind, and he was just so funny that you couldn’t help but laugh when he was around. Those were all great, amazing traits, but the way he cared was what attracted you the most. He cared a lot about his crew, his friends, and he cared a lot about you, too. You didn’t know exactly how to categorize yourself, but it was clear you got a special kind of care that had him whispering sweet things to you. Reassurances, promises of everything being okay, and you believed him because you were sure he was right. So you smiled, and this time you shook your head.

“You won’t have to, I want you,” you told him, running your hands up his arms and higher until you were holding his face. “Please keep going.”

Shanks didn’t need to be told twice, and with your consent he sunk his cock even more into you, inch after inch until your hips were flush together. His face fell into your neck when he felt you squeeze around him, clamping down, and a short, quiet moan was muffled by your skin when he let himself enjoy the way you felt. He couldn’t make sense of anything other than you at the moment - hearing you, feeling you, seeing the look of bliss on your face when he lifted his head and watched you. You couldn’t see him to do so because your eyes had slipped shut, and the soft lips of yours had parted to take in a deep, even breath, but when it was ready to come out on a sigh it was swallowed up by Shanks’ mouth. He kissed you hard, deep, devoured you because that’s all he wanted to do. He coaxed your mouth open and his tongue invaded it, twisted around yours and fought until you surrendered and let him take over, and then he drew back his hips.

You couldn’t help but break the hungry kiss early when you felt Shanks move, when you felt his cock slip out of you just to surge forward and fill you again. It made you groan, the stretch you felt as he fit his length inside of you, and when he did it over and over again you couldn’t help but ask him to move a little faster already. Like you had said, you wanted him, and you wanted him bad.

“Fuck you’re tight,” Shanks swore, listening to you and thrusting a bit quicker which only shocked him with pleasure more. The feeling of you, how you wrapped around him so nicely, it was driving him insane and the two of you had barely started. You were perfect, you felt perfect, and Shanks couldn’t help but lose himself in you as he sunk into you over and over again.

There was a friction you were experiencing with every thrust that made your head spin, made you see fireworks that exploded behind your eyes that had fluttered close again. Your hands had fallen to Shanks’ shoulders earlier but now they were climbing up his back, your fingers digging in when Shanks’ thrusts started hitting deeper.

“Right there,” you gasped when something inside of you was pressed just right. Shanks heard you and listened, kept striking the spot over and over, and you were crying out when he didn’t stop. You didn’t want him to, he simply couldn’t for the sake of your sanity, but you were so incredibly overwhelmed that all you could do was hang on and take it.

“Like that?” he asked, and when you responded with a broken moan he took that as his answer.

You looked good underneath him, too good with the way your pleasure was written on your face. Flushed cheeks, lips that were swollen with affection, and when you finally had the chance to look at him your eyes were heavy and clouded with lust. The look drove him crazy, made his own arousal spike high, and Shanks groaned himself when his hips stuttered and caught him off guard.

The rhythm that broke was cause for a new, better pace - swift and hard, with Shanks slamming into you after he lifted himself onto his hands again. He felt as though he went even deeper then, the new angle spectacular and making you cry out from below. Your fingers dug into the muscle on Shanks’ back, biting at the skin but it was the only thing you could think of to hang onto in the moment. You wanted him close, wanted to keep him right where he was, and you did so because just then he was fucking you right. One of his hands traveled down and took you by the underside of your knee, lifting your leg until it hitched onto his hip and you raised the other on your own.

“Shanks, I’m -”

You were cut off by yourself, your head flinging back as you whined loudly, unrestrained. The sensitivity from earlier returned fast, clawing at your insides and climbing up higher and higher. It was almost there, and your own hips were frantically raising to try and meet Shanks’ messy thrusts. You were desperate for it, breathless and panting, and you couldn’t stop your moans from pouring out of you.

“Go on, come for me,” Shanks said, leaning down and kissing your temple. A hand tugged on your arm, took one of yours, and he pulled it up until it was pinned to the pillow next to your head. His fingers slipped through yours and you instantly squeezed tightly, just about as tightly as your pussy did when it clamped down on Shanks’ cock.

“I’m -” you tried again, but you failed miserably when the wall keeping your ecstasy from you crumbled. It escaped you with a wail of Shanks’ name, your back arching high off the bed as you received a perfectly aimed thrust that slammed your orgasm into you.

“Good girl,” Shanks whispered as you writhed below him, dropping his head down further to kiss your neck before his face buried into it.

You were clenching around Shanks’ dick, your body pulsing along with it as euphoria flowed through you, and even though you were still being railed into you were lost in the good feeling that was coursing through you. It felt like fire in your veins, like sparks on your skin, and you were letting it settle in to enjoy as you kept being hammered into.

Shanks had done his job, you were panting underneath him and satisfied, and he was relieved because he wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last. It wasn’t very long, he knew that, because he hadn’t realized just how turned on he had become after eating you out. It was only as you stared at him with so much heat that he throbbed and he was reminded that he was, in fact, incredibly hard and wanting you. Now he was buried deep inside of you, everything so tight, and the slide of his cock as it thrust into you over and over again was driving him crazy.

“Y/N, fuck,” he cursed again, muffled from where he had rested against your neck. He was panting himself, his breath billowing over your skin, yet even though he was mostly breathless he was still moaning as his thrusts turned erratic. Just like you he only needed a little more, and when you lazily rolled your hips against his in your bleariness he received just that. He groaned when you caught on and snapped your hips hard, only did it a couple more times before Shanks moaned again and sloppily slammed against you. He did so just before he exploded, and he kept himself still against you as his come poured into you with another long groan.

“God, Shanks …” you murmured, your free hand raising and running through the pirate’s hair before gripping it. You used that to give the strands a bit of a tug, and even though he was lost in his pleasure Shanks was following and allowed himself to be guided into the kiss you wanted. You felt him melt against you, and you two enjoyed the moment before Shanks leaned heavily on you, then he simply dropped. The kiss was forced to break when a noise came from deep within when you were squished, the air blowing out of your lungs, but you laughed eventually and wrapped your arms around Shanks the best you could.

“All good?” you asked, still giggling, and you continued to do so when all you received was a grunt in response. Shanks had buried his face into your neck again, then he wrapped you up in his arms and rolled over onto his back, taking you with him. You squealed when he did but let yourself be pulled, and when you found yourself on top of him you were shimmying until you got comfortable. Your arms folded on his chest and your chin sat on top of them, your eyes studying the still flushed face of Shanks’ who finally settled and then looked down at you. He grinned then, big and bright and so wide that it blinded you, but it was contagious and made you smile as well.

“Very good,” he replied, his fingers skimming up your spine before his hand ran down and rested on your lower back. “You?”

“Also very good.”

“Mm, perfect,” Shanks said, his smile shrinking into a fond one as his free hand came up to run through your hair. He didn’t say anything more, simply stared at you, and he did so until you clearly became curious.

“What?” you asked, tilting your head a bit.

For a moment Shanks still didn’t say anything, instead he chose to continue looking at you with a rather adoring expression. Again did his hand stroke your hair, but it came around again and lifted your head a bit. You followed the pull, let him bring you in, and you breathed a happy sigh when he kissed you once more. It was just brief, short and sweet, but it was enough that your heart started racing, and you had to wonder if Shanks felt it banging around in your chest.

“It’s nothing,” he started, but it really wasn’t that. “I just can’t believe how much you make me want to stay here.”

“You can,” you immediately responded, hopeful.

“I can’t,” was Shanks’ answer, and you sighed again but this time in disappointment. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you said, shaking your head, “you’re right.”

“I wish I wasn’t.”

“Me, too.”

Shanks stared a moment longer then sighed himself, bringing his arms up and wrapping them around you. He held you close, kissed your forehead and then slowly rubbed your back. His lips lingered for a moment, but they were on the move again to kiss your temple, and then your cheek.

“I’m only leaving in a day, we don't have to think about it yet.”

That was true, but you couldn’t help it.

“Let me help you forget it,” Shanks followed up, and one of the hands on your back slid down until it could squeeze your ass, and it made you squeak.

“How?” you asked quietly, though you already knew the answer and it was confirmed when Shanks gave you a playful smirk.

“I can think of a few ways.”

Day Seven:

When life breathed into Shanks he was as confused as ever. What time was it? Where was he? Mornings weren’t typically kind to the pirate; he wasn’t a huge fan of them, and they weren’t a huge fan of his laziness in the early hours. If it were up to him he’d simply roll over in the sunlight that was pouring through the window and fall back asleep, and he almost did just that except there was one problem.

Shanks’ arm flung out with expectancy, his thoughts finally starting to come together and figuring that if there was one thing he was going to have an answer to it was you. You were warm, soft, and … not there? Shanks tried again, his hand patting around the mattress in hopes of finding some sort of contact, but when all it found was cold emptiness his scarred eye popped open.

Huh, you really were gone.

Still trying to calibrate his brain, Shanks blinked himself more awake but not enough, and he was wincing when the light became too much for his eyes that they shut again. He wasn’t going to solve the mystery that way, though, and so with a grunt he pushed himself to sit up and ran his hands up his face as the blankets fell around his waist. His fingers went through his bedhead next, straightened out the messy locks before he took in a deep breath and opened his eyes once more. It took a second to get his feet on the ground, and when Shanks was finally aware of what was going on he was listening.

At first there was nothing, not a peep, and for a split second Shanks was suddenly nervous. Did something happen? He knew where he was now, but where were you? Before his spiral became too dizzying he received an answer, and Shanks’ attention was drawn towards your bedroom door where a clatter was heard outside of it. There was a gasp then, some mumbling, and though he couldn’t make it out Shanks was still chuckling.

Ah, there you were.

The redhead took a moment longer still, flopped back onto the bed and yawned wide as he stretched out. He laid there for a few seconds, stared at the ceiling, and then with a groan he rolled over and sat himself up at the edge of the bed. Shanks took another glance around, found that the room was still tidy despite the mess the two of you had been upon entering it, but it must’ve been your doing because out of the corner of his eye he saw his pants folded up neatly at the end of the bed. He found himself smiling at that, staring, but another bang broke his spell and he looked towards the door again.

What the hell were you doing?

Reaching over Shanks grabbed his pants and stood, slipped them on and shimmied into them before doing them up as he made his way towards the noise. It was just as he was fastening the button that he stepped out into the open space, and when he looked up towards the kitchen your back was turned to him and your hands were on your hips. He smiled when he caught sight of you, but it quickly curled into a smirk when he realized you were standing there in his abandoned top, many sizes too big but still looking perfect on you. Though hidden from view there was enough of Shanks’ memory left that he could see each and every one of your curves, his brain conjuring up images of the slender dips of your body that his hands had explored only hours before. They paused at where the hem of the shirt was brushing the back of your thighs and there they waited, and they did so until Shanks felt himself being stared at. His intuition was correct for when his gaze flicked up he caught you looking at him over your shoulder, and soon an apologetic smile appeared on your face.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” you asked, turning to face Shanks who shook his head, and he pushed himself off of the doorframe so that he could stroll in your direction.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said as he approached, finding himself in front of you and staring down when one of his hands raised. His fingers found the collar of his shirt on you, and one of them hooked into it to give it a bit of a tug. “You look good.”

“Oh, I do?” you replied, grinning a little playfully as you posed. “Do I look as handsome as I feel?”

“So handsome,” Shanks answered with a laugh, leaning down to kiss your forehead as the hand toying with the shirt dropped to your waist. He heard you giggle and it made him smile even wider, the soft kiss lingering when Shanks glanced behind you to take a peek at what it was you were doing. “Are you cooking?”

“Uh …”

Your reply was extremely sheepish, and even though he couldn’t see you Shanks felt the embarrassment radiate from you. It almost made him laugh again but he didn’t dare, not when you were so clearly perplexed, and instead he swung his other arm around you and held you close. You burrowed into his chest and hid your face, and the heat from that alone told Shanks that your face was probably as red as his hair was.

“I’m only used to cooking for one person, okay? And I usually make toast,” you tried in defense.

“I’d be happy with toast,” Shanks commented, and he could practically feel you pout. He entertained it for a moment, swayed the two of you back and forth, and he did so for a minute or two before speaking up again. “I’d be happy staying in bed with you, too.”

“That would be nice,” you agreed after, lifting your own arms so that they could slip around Shanks’ middle.

“I mean it’s just right there.”

“So it is.”

“All you have to do is walk.”

“But breakfast …” you mumbled, drawing away enough that you could turn and look at your oven.

The bang? A pan. The second bang? Another pan, but this one had only fallen to the counter while the other clattered to the floor. That one had been set into the sink, but the other was still on the stove and heating up with a few eggs resting nearby. You went to return to your duty but Shanks was faster, and he reached out to take the pan off the burner and then flick it off.

“I can think of something to eat this morning,” Shanks said rather bluntly, so much so that it seemed as though you didn’t even catch on until you looked behind you at him with wide eyes. All he did was grin in response, and he was moving in even closer to you until he was pressed into your back.

You could only stand still.

“Come on, I know you enjoyed yourself,” Shanks murmured, his head having lowered until his mouth was next to your ear. He felt you tremble when his hands skimmed up your hips and slipped under his shirt, and they settled onto your waist. “I just want to hear you say my name again.”

“Shanks …” you almost warned, standing trapped and nervous.

“Not quite, but something like that,” Shanks responded, a hand daring to creep even higher until his fingers were teasingly tracing the roundness of one of your breasts. The other was a little more adventurous, and it swept down to shortly caress one of your thighs, stroking the soft skin gently.

You were already dizzy, Shanks’ presence alone overwhelming you, but then when he touched you it sent everything into overdrive. Your brain, your heart, your whole body, it kicked into a gear you were unprepared for yet it made you yearn. Shanks wasn’t wrong, you really did enjoy yourself, and to have all of those memories funnel in at once and remind you made your anticipation stir. Were you a little embarrassed? Maybe, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t also excite you.

“Now open your legs for me,” Shanks whispered.

You did as you were told, obedient and taking a bit of a step which allowed Shanks’ hand to slip in between your thighs. Though deliberate his touch was gentle, and his fingers stroked the crotch of your thin underwear until you were letting out an impatient sound. That betrayed you but not as much as your hips did when they pushed down to seek more, doing so almost involuntarily, but you were rewarded for it. At first it didn’t seem that way and you were frowning deeply when Shanks’ hand retreated, but all it did was take a short detour that eventually led to him pushing past the band of your underwear.

“Good girl, stay like that,” he praised, and he relished in the sweet noise you released when his fingers swept over the slit of your pussy. A shiver ran through you at the light touch and Shanks couldn’t help but smirk as his head dropped down, and he pressed a few kisses to your neck before his lips brushed up to near your ear once more. “Do you want me to make you come again?”

How could you say no?

“Please,” you answered rather politely for the fact that Shanks’ hand was already busy between your legs, and it became even busier when he pressed a bit and the tips of his fingers nudged your clit. Your hips jerked at that, your body more excited than you had realized, but could you be blamed? Shanks was … god, he was something.

The thing was that he knew you, and he learned it all in a matter of days. Whether it was a wicked sixth sense or luck you didn’t know, but there wasn’t a single lacking moment when it came to Shanks and your pleasure. It was like he could read your mind, like he knew what you needed long before you did, and then he gave it to you just right. Even now when he was just warming you up he was still making your head spin, and it only spun faster when Shanks’ fingers circled the swelling nub. Your breath caught in your throat when he flicked, then it came out trembling when he chuckled so deeply you felt it against your back. He didn’t say anything, though, found amusement and left it at that, but he did explore further and left your clit alone in favor of teasing your entrance. The slight touch had you clenching around nothing almost immediately, desperate for something, anything, but you were merely wet and waiting while Shanks toyed with you further.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Shanks mumbled after a moment, nuzzling into your neck while the hand up the shirt you were wearing grasped one of your breasts and squeezed. You pushed into it but that sensation was long forgotten when one of Shanks’ fingers started sliding into you.

Did you? Shanks asked not expecting an answer, but he did have to wonder if you knew. He had to wonder if you realized that a single bat of your eyelashes could make him do anything, or if you were aware of the fact that just your voice made him weak in the knees. Could you feel how hard he was against you already? Shanks felt deprived of your affection despite having received so much of it, and just a little taste was breaking him down so fast. You made him want you in ways he didn’t think he could manage, and all you had to do was exist in his arms.

“You make me crazy,” Shanks said, pulling you a bit closer as his finger curled inside of you. Immediately you gasped, but it was short-lived as the sharp breath came out on a moan. It was quiet, soft, but Shanks wanted more and a second finger slid inside of you to join the other. He started to thrust slowly, dragging along the walls of your pussy and making you clench around him. Shanks almost groaned himself at the mere thought of feeling you around his aching dick, squeezing him in the way you were his fingers, and he couldn’t help but press his hips forward to be flush against you.

“Do you want to come on my fingers or my cock?” he asked against your ear.. “Whatever you want.”

“I want you,” you answered instantly, and your head dropped back against his shoulder so that you could peer up at him.

“You have me,” Shanks responded, looking down at you, and the hand that was under his shirt left so that it could come up and tilt your chin even more. He spared you one more glance, a quick one, and then stretched down until his lips met yours.

The kiss was distracting, Shanks overriding all of your senses. You pushed up the best you could but the grasp he had on you prevented you from getting too far, and you were left whining a little when all you received was the deepest of kisses. Shanks’ tongue was lazy when it dipped into your mouth but he still devoured you, tasted every corner until he was satisfied, and there was a slow drag of his tongue against yours as he drew away. You were breathless, a little flushed and certainly dazed, but you were quickly reminded of Shanks’ fingers in your cunt. Unfortunately it was because he removed them and left you empty and aching, and your legs nearly clamped shut in an unconscious effort to keep Shanks there but failed.

“Wai -”

You didn’t have time to protest because you were spun around, and you stumbled into your spot against the counter with barely any focus and a dizzying arousal. When you looked up Shanks was already staring at you with his own gaze dark with lust, and the hands on your hips came up just enough that he could hook his fingers into the band of your underwear and give them a pull. They slid off easily, slipped down your legs and fell to the floor, and you were just stepping out of them when you were lifted up onto the counter. You were dragged to the edge of it, Shanks settled in between your legs, and he reached up to push the large shirt over your shoulders.

You were on display again, the material falling and gathering in the crook of your arms which left you exposed and for the taking. You were gorgeous, so much so that you stunned Shanks again just by existing, and he took his time in looking you over. Again did he commit everything to memory, the sunlight pouring in offering more to his eyes than the prior night did, and he drank up every single curve of your body that was now revealed to him. It was slow, the roaming of Shanks’ eyes as he took you in, and he did so for what felt like a long time. It was long enough that he grew restless, that the sight of you became too much and he had to tear himself away, and he was lifting his heated gaze to meet yours.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Shanks whispered, drawing his fingers along your skin until they were brushing over your cheek. He gently tipped your head back, kissed your forehead and then leaned in and kissed you right, but it was short and sweet and you were following him when he pulled back but he got too far too fast.

Your own hands were on the move, on Shanks’ shoulders and then on his chest, but when he grabbed you by the hips again they dove down towards his pants. Your fingers were delicate but swift, accurate, and they were pulling the button and zipper free within seconds. Shanks took over then, knocked your hands out of the way almost as if you weren’t moving fast enough, and you leaned back to watch with eagerness as he shoved his pants off his hips just enough to let his thick cock spring free. Shanks wrapped his fingers around his shaft and gave his dick a few strokes before he grasped himself, and he ran the swollen head through the folds of your pussy before he was guiding himself to slide in inch by inch.

“Shanks …” you sighed, your head falling back as your eyes fluttered shut, and a moan slipped past your lips when he sunk in fully. Another one was pulled from you when Shanks’ hips ground into yours tightly, the friction short-circuiting your brain, but it quickly sparked back to life when you were thrust into. One of your hands flew up to Shanks’ shoulders while the other reached down to curl around the edge of the counter, your fingers gripping tight when he did it again and again.

Perfectly aimed, that’s what Shanks was when his hips surged forward over and over, and your head was spinning with a shocking pleasure that crashed through you with every hit. He held you still to make sure he never missed, the hands on your hips tight, but soon they were on the move until they hooked under your knees and pulled your legs open even wider. Shanks’ cock slid in even deeper then, and you cried out when his hips snapped and made you arch against nothing. You already wanted more, needed it, and you were doing your very best to try and meet every thrust but failing in your desperation. Shanks either sensed it or saw it, maybe even both, and you felt yourself being drawn in even closer just before you were slammed into.

“God, you feel so good,” Shanks groaned, voice low and husky, and he was carefully guiding your legs around his waist. Once they were locked around his middle he leaned in a bit, and he planted his hands on either side of you on the counter and caged you in. He ducked down fast and crashed his lips into yours, urged your mouth open with his tongue that immediately went after yours hungrily, and he chased the taste of you. Shanks drowned in it, in you - was it possible to save a man who didn’t want to be?

You were being pulled in all sorts of directions, the fiery kiss taking you over by storm but the continuous pounding you were getting driving you crazy. You were distracted by Shanks himself, by the way he felt so good pressed up against you, but then seconds later your head would be swimming from the raspiness in his voice when he said your name. In that very second it was impossible to focus on just one thing, but in the next one when Shanks took it upon himself to go faster all you could think about was getting more.

The messy kiss broke when you gasped, lips slick and glossy and meeting again but only for a moment before a cry forced its way out. The hand that was holding onto the edge left, both of your arms swinging around Shanks’ neck to pull him in and you held him close. He was striking you even deeper then, his cock stretching you wide with every thrust, and they only became erratic when you begged for more. Speed, strength, power, you received all of that and an extra touch that was making you whimper, one of Shanks’ hands slipping in between the two of you so that his fingers could brush your clit again.

Instantly you clenched around Shanks, your pussy tightening so much that it interrupted the pace he had set by making his body stutter and both of you moaned at that. He flicked over the swollen nub again and this time your hips twitched, too, but then he found himself staring as they lifted again and again to meet his. He watched as you swallowed him, as he fucked in and out of you and made you a soaked mess, and you seemed to only get more drenched when he rubbed your clit. His other hand had a mission now and ran up your body until it had one of your breasts in it, and he gave it a squeeze before a finger flicked your nipple. It instantly hardened and you released a moan when it was pinched, the sound going straight to Shanks’ throbbing dick that was plowing deeply into your cunt.

“Shanks, I’m coming,” you whined breathlessly, your eyes screwing shut tightly when a strike of electric ecstasy shot down your spine and headed for the pool of pleasure swirling inside of you. It was going to overflow soon, your trembling body unable to contain it for much longer, and it grew more reckless and restless when Shanks slammed into you harder.

You had been right because “soon” came around and you crumbled, Shanks’ name bouncing off of the walls when you threw your head back and yelled it. It was desperate but filled with satisfaction, the kind that flushed through you so intensely that you were left writhing on the counter. Your pussy was pulsing in the wake of your orgasm, squeezing Shanks’ relentless cock as it fucked you straight through the fireworks that exploded behind your eyes and then consumed you. It was too much, though, your euphoria and then the onslaught of oversensitivity that hit you when Shanks didn’t let up, and you were whimpering.

“You’re doing so good,” Shanks murmured against your ear, kissing the burning shell of it as his hands stopped their teasing and traveled to hold your jerking hips still again. “Just a little more, can you do that for me?”

Could you? You didn’t know, but you nodded anyway.

“That’s my girl,” Shanks praised, resting his forehead against yours before releasing a ragged breath.

All at once Shanks’ own pleasure had caught up to him, clawed at his insides and threatened to burst free at any moment. It had once lurked under the surface but now came raging forward, and you were his downfall that appeared in a matter of seconds. The sweet noises you were making as you tried to fight off the overwhelming sensations, the way you looked lost to your bliss, there was just so much that was driving Shanks towards his high that he could barely focus on getting there. You just felt so good, felt as though you were made for him, and Shanks selfishly took and took until it was too much.

The choked version of your name that left Shanks when he came was sinful, his hips stuttering clumsily before they snapped hard and stilled against you. His cock buried deep inside of your soaked pussy before it exploded, filling you with thick ropes of come and making you moan again as Shanks held himself tight to you. The grip he had on you was strong and kept you in place as he emptied his load, but it wasn’t long before the grasp fell just as slack as Shanks himself did. He did so with a hard sigh, his fast pants matching yours as both of you attempted to catch your breaths that were mingling in the close proximity, and he lowered himself until he was resting against you.

Your arms slid further around Shanks’ neck until he was gathered up in them, and one of your hands ran through his hair while the other skimmed up and down his back despite your weakened state. You absorbed his warmth, soaked up the feeling of him against you as he relaxed, and you turned your head a minute later to kiss the side of Shanks’. It lifted after, though, just enough that his gaze could catch yours, and he held it for a moment before his look turned tender and he smiled softly. One of his hands raised and cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing the soft, flushed skin gently as his other hand came up to hold the other side of your face. He leaned in after that and kissed you, pressed his lips to yours so sweetly that you instantly melted and leaned heavily into his chest, and you drew him in even closer by locking your legs around his waist.

“Do you still want to make breakfast?” Shanks asked quietly after pulling away from you, but he didn’t get very far before you were leaning in again.

“No,” you replied in between kisses, tightening your legs which made Shanks chuckle against your mouth.

“Do you want me to ma -”

“Let’s just go back to bed for the rest of the day,” you interrupted, and this time Shanks laughed out loud.

“Yes, ma’am.”

The rest of the day, huh?

… could he let you go after that?

Day Eight:

One week.

Seven days.

168 hours.

10,080 minutes.

Not even breaking it down to the 604, 800th second made it seem long enough because simply put it wasn’t.

Your problem wasn’t that one week wasn’t long enough to know someone …

“Hey.”

… it was that one week wasn’t long enough to have with someone you felt like you knew forever.

“Hi.”

Seven days had passed, come and gone like a tornado that ripped through everything and left behind chaos. The storm was in your head, swirling your thoughts around and clouding the reality that came barrelling forward that morning when you woke up. You had tried to stay in your la la land, laid in Shanks’ arms and didn’t move a muscle simply because you were afraid of losing the time you had, but that reality was settling in fast.

“Please don’t cry.”

“Huh?”

It was only when Shanks had moved that you did, too, pulled away from him and sat up to stretch as he woke up himself, and you had spent a moment with your arms reaching above your head. A yawn had burst free from you, your arms dropped, and then you had taken a second to collect your bleary self. Then? Well, then it hit you.

Seven days had passed, and now it was time for Shanks to leave.

Shanks’ hand lifted towards your face, touched your cheek gently, and when it pulled away you noticed that it was glistening. Your own hand came up and when your fingers swept the spot it was wet, another drop rolling down in its place.

“Oh,” you said dumbly, and your other hand came up to wipe at your face but it was useless. It was your arm next, swiping your eyes, but still the tears came and you sighed in what was frustration. “I’m sorry.”

You didn’t need to be sorry, if anything he did. He needed to be sorry because he came to Windmill Village and got caught up in that tornado, too, and he needed to be sorry that he kept you at his side during it all. It wasn’t supposed to go as far as it did, it was meant to be harmless and fun, and now the two of you were stuck and doomsday was here.

“Don’t be sorry,” Shanks said, placing a hand on your back before rubbing it, “you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“But I do,” you countered, your voice thick with emotion as you wiped your eyes again. “I shouldn’t have let this happen, we shou -”

“Don’t apologize for that.”

Shanks had cut you off so abruptly and so sternly that it caught you by surprise, and you were left gaping a little as he stared up at you intensely. He searched your face to look for something, did so for a few seconds, and then he met your gaze. He held it and you wouldn’t have been able to look away even if you wanted to, staring back in mild confusion, and then that hand on your back left and took one of yours.

“Don’t apologize for what happened because I’m not sorry,” Shanks said, looking down at your hands where he slipped his fingers through yours before peering up at you again. “Why should you be sorry about something that you made amazing?”

You weren’t sure what to say, so Shanks continued.

“I’ve never met anyone like you before, and you’re not the kind of person I’m sorry about meeting. You’ve made me feel things that I didn’t think I would and they’re wonderful things, not things that we should be sad about.”

“But you’re leaving.”

“But I’m not letting you go.”

Your tears had stopped, but your heart still hurt.

“How could I?” Shanks asked softly, bringing his other hand up back towards your face and cradling it gently, watching as you leaned into it. “You’ve changed my life, and I don’t regret any of it.”

That ache in your heart was yearning, a want for more - more of Shanks, more memories to make, more time that you didn’t have. You wanted forever, wanted all of the time in the world to just exist with the man that had done the same thing to you. He had changed your life as well, made it better simply by entering it and showing you all of these fantastic things that you didn’t know a person could make you feel. What did you do with the fact that every time you saw him, every time you heard his voice your heart went crazy? How did you explain the way that he provided you with so much comfort that you wanted to be wrapped up in his arms forever? Shanks had done things to you that someone shouldn’t have been able to do in a week, yet here you were lost in him and about to lose him.

“This isn’t the end.”

Maybe.

“What do you mean?” you inquired.

Shanks didn’t reply right away, instead his hand slipped around to the back of your neck and he pulled you in, gently guiding you down until he was close enough that his lips could press to yours. The kiss was soft, tender, full of unspoken words that you allowed in, and they eased your worried mind. They sparked a hopefulness, the kind that ignited in the back of your brain and consumed it in seconds, and you swelled with optimism. It lingered when Shanks pulled back, and it grew when he smiled at you, and when he touched his forehead to yours you started drowning in it. Shanks let go of your hand and brought his up to hold the side of your face, stroked your cheek softly as he searched your eyes, and then he kissed you again.

You surrendered to it, let yourself be wrapped up in what Shanks was which was everything to you. It was crazy, like you had said seven days wasn’t very long, but even so there was no denying what happened in that one week where Shanks stayed in Windmill Village. It was out of a storybook, a fairytale, the kind where the princess found her Prince Charming and he swept her off her feet, and then their kiss said happily ever after.

There, in a pirate captain’s cabin with only hours to go, Shanks’ kiss said something different:

“I’ll come back to you,” it told you, “I promise.”

[firefistwrites]

Worship

Luffy was Luffy, and Luffy was Nika. Nika was Luffy, too. And Luffy and Nika were still Luffy? Though also Nika. But Nika was also Nika.

What?

18+

When Luffy first met you he didn’t know what happened to him. Everything had kicked into gear all at once and his brain spun along with his heart; it had been violent in his chest, crashing and banging around, and totally uncontrolled. There were a million things he had wanted to do, and they came to a halt when you had looked at him and smiled. It had been a nice smile, cute, and even though his gaze had lingered and he was simply staring, your smile had continued to grow until you were beaming at him. It had made him grin, too, and he had known right then and there that he wanted to see your smile forever.

Make her ours.

Luffy had paused then, and he couldn’t help but think “woah, what was that?”, but then it had faded away and that thought had been lost. That voice? Luffy didn’t hear it again, at least not for a while, and when he did it made him freeze on the spot.

I’m still here.

Months, that is what had passed since Luffy’s unconscious thought, and now it was back. Luffy could feel it scratching inside of his brain, and he tipped his head to the side wondering if he could get it out of his ear. He smacked the opposite side of his head, hoping to jog it, but all he heard was uncontrolled laughter before it was gone.

“Um, Luffy?”

Luffy paused and was left blinking at nothing in particular, but soon his gaze traveled over and there you were. You looked concerned, brows knitted closer together and a bit of a frown on your face. He didn’t like that, and Luffy stood straight before he walked over to you.

“Are … you okay?” you asked, not entirely weirded out but certainly curious.

“Yup!” Luffy chirped, grinning at you. The expression you were wearing was doubtful, but you nodded anyway, slowly. “What are you doing?”

You were left blinking now having forgotten your goal since concern crept in, but you couldn’t recall. You tried, don’t get it wrong, but it had escaped you so you shrugged. It made Luffy laugh, and that contagiously made you laugh, too, but yours was interrupted by a gasp when there was a sudden crash into your back. You toppled forward a bit but Luffy caught you by your shoulders and made sure you didn’t fall, and then a head appeared over one of them, antlers messing up your hair when Chopper adjusted himself.

“You said we were going to take a bath, Y/N! It’s almost time for bed, we should go,” the doctor instructed.

“I suppose I should follow the doctor's orders, huh?” you shot back, and Chopper giggled as you looked at Luffy again. “I’ll see you later.”

Kiss her.

Whatever it was that made him move was still unclear because normally he didn’t have a reason, but this felt … purposeful. This felt like anyone around had to know, but had to know what? The answer came in the form of affection, in the form of Luffy walking straight towards you so that he could grab your face, and when it was squished he leaned down and planted a kiss on your lips. Short, sweet, just enough to successfully make whatever point his point was. He felt satisfied with the simple move, and when he pulled away and stood straight you and Chopper were both staring at him, and he could feel the eyes of his crew looking over as well.

There, now they know.

“What was that for?” you finally asked, a little embarrassed and glancing around, and now it was Luffy’s turn to shrug.

“Dunno, just wanted to kiss you,” he answered easily, and Chopper continued looking confused while you melted a little, and you were wearing a bashful smile that went along with the pink in your cheeks.

Cute.

“Um, yeah,” you spoke quietly, biting down on your lip to hopefully stop your silly grin that accompanied the butterflies in your stomach, “I’ll see you later?”

This time you asked, this time you wanted a reply. Were you going to see him later, or were you going to see him later-later? Like tonight, or tomorrow, and you almost seemed hopeful that it was the first one. You seemed shy asking it, that was why Luffy knew, and so he nodded enthusiastically because yes, you were going to see him later.

“Yep!” he answered, and he was satisfied with your visible excitement even as you turned away and headed towards the door that led to the lower deck. It was when you disappeared that Luffy’s expression fell into a blank one, an unsure one, and he thought harder than ever to try and find out where that voice came from.

Good job.

Hm. Weird.

The next time Luffy heard the voice it hadn’t been months, only a couple weeks. What brought it out he still wasn’t sure; he was trying to connect the dots, but the whole thing was actually a maze with no way out, and he wasn’t exactly the brightest. What had made him act so suddenly? Why did he have to kiss you? It was funny because Luffy didn’t let things phase him, so why did this plague him so much? He kissed you all the time! It wasn’t like it was out of the realm of possibility, but it felt like it was. He wanted to, don’t get him wrong, but … that wasn’t him.

Luffy heaved a great sigh, stared up at the ceiling of the quarters that was supposed to belong to him but was taken over by the women on the crew, and he stayed just like that. At least he did for a moment, but then he huffed and twisted around in his spot between your legs, at first having sat with his back against your chest but now lying on his stomach with his arms wound tight around your waist. He pushed his face into your belly and let his eyes slip shut, and then fingers were running through his hair and he found himself relaxing.

“Are you okay?”

The question was soft, a whisper in the quiet room, and at first it was met with silence but Luffy made some sort of grunted noise and answered you. Could you understand it? Not at all, but you let him have some time before your hand slipped out of his hair and touched his cheek. It made Luffy look up at you, and then you smiled down at him and traced his cheekbone until you were brushing over his nose. It wrinkled and you chuckled, and then your hand came back to hold the side of his face again.

“You can talk to me, you know,” you said, and you watched as Luffy seemed to contemplate it. That surprised you a bit, the fact that Luffy was hanging onto something he didn’t say anything about. He was, after all, the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, and nothing was hidden. Well, until now it seemed.

Do you really want to talk?

Did he?

What do you want? Take it.

Luffy moved within a second of the intrusive thought, pushed himself up onto his hands and crashed into you. Somehow his lips found yours in the mess, and despite your flailing he still deepened it. It was enough that you slipped down the headboard, slumped against it, but with another twist of Luffy’s body you were trapped against your pillow beneath him. He was losing breath, he was unprepared, but with a greedy gasp after breaking apart he dove in again.

“Luffy,” you tried, only to receive another kiss that interrupted you. It was nice, sure, you always liked kissing Luffy, but this was …

“Luffy, wait,” you called, a little more stern this time, but it fell on deaf ears and you were devoured again, and you were only so strong. You could try and fight it off, you could try and pull an answer from him instead of surrendering, but that was about as hard as any battle you could face.

You want her to know that, right? That she’s only ours?

Yes, Luffy did want that.

Then show her.

Luffy’s name left you again, though this time it was in the form of a pleased sigh. It came when Luffy’s lips pressed to the sensitive skin of your neck, and your head tilted to the side to give him more room to explore. He took the offering, drank you up with sharp bites of his teeth and soothes of his tongue, and all you could do was let your eyes slip shut and enjoy the hot kisses that were left behind on your skin. You were used to Luffy’s enthusiasm, to his eagerness, but despite that this was still a little more frantic. Luffy moved fast, he rushed out of excitement, but whatever this was, was none of that. You couldn't place it, couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but with a dip of Luffy’s head and another nip to your collarbone you couldn’t help but wonder.

Make sure everyone knows.

Was he marking you?

With your hands in his hair you pulled, and it forced Luffy away but the affection wasn’t gone for long because you hauled him in for another kiss. You were hungry now, almost equal to Luffy’s starvation, and you had every intention of taking power but the second your mouth opened so that your tongue could fight, Luffy’s plunged in and forced yours back. It made you moan, the way you were being handled, and while you enjoyed it you were also curious about what brought this on. As far as you knew it was just a regular afternoon, and yet here you were.

Too bad those inner thoughts of Luffy’s were unknown to you.

Give her more.

He didn’t need to be told twice, not when it came to you and the way you said his name.

Luffy was eager and impatient, so much so that your heated kiss had broken in favor of him reaching down for the hem of your shirt. He pulled it up, or actually rather ripped it up and off, and he threw it carelessly before he shuffled down and went for your pants next. You must’ve been just as excited because you lifted your hips, and you were trying to shimmy them off even before the button was undone. Eventually it worked out, eventually fingers hooked into the waist of those and your underwear, and you were stripped of both pairs.

“What’s gotten into you?” you managed to ask through Luffy’s handling and your attempt at getting your bra off, but it’s not like it really mattered. Regardless of what it was you weren’t going to mind, not when Luffy’s enthusiasm bled into and made you desperate for his touch. You didn’t get an answer, you figured you wouldn’t with the way Luffy’s lips latched onto your nipple the moment you threw your bra off the bed, and you shuddered when he sucked on it. His mouth went elsewhere after a moment, him taking the fast track down until he was settled in between your legs which he only spread more open with hands on the insides of your thighs. Face to face with your glistening pussy, Luffy licked his lips, and he didn’t even spare you a glance before diving in. The noise you made then sent a confidence through Luffy that encouraged him to give you more (as if he wasn’t told to already), that made him dig his fingers into your legs and keep them open wide as he buried his tongue inside of you. The way he did earned him a squeal, one that echoed back into his ears and left him wanting more himself, but the taste of you did that job too so he was left overwhelmed and could only channel that into making you feel good.

“Luffy!”

Keep going.

“Go away,” Luffy wanted to say, but wasn’t it that voice in the back of his head that caused this absolutely wonderful chaos? Really, maybe he should thank it, but for now there were many other things to tend to. Fingers in his hair pulling tight, your hips trying to lift but held down by the strong arm Luffy slung over you as you whined and whimpered - it was divine. If he could, Luffy would stay right where he was all day, listening to you make those sounds because of him. He could stare at you, watch you fall into desperation, and he’d fall also into desperation simply because you drove him wild.

“God …” Luffy heard, and this time it wasn’t the voice in his head as much as it was a power that came roaring forward. He handled it surprisingly well, pushed it right back until it was just you he was focusing on again, and then you were the only thing on his mind.

“Don’t stop!” you gasped, fingers curling tighter into Luffy’s hair, and when his tongue passed over your swollen clit you found yourself arching into it and moaning. It was, however, interrupted by a second that came out louder, more violently when he trapped the little nub in between his lips and sucked. You couldn’t help the way you twisted, how you writhed despite being held down, and it only seemed to get worse when Luffy sucked harder. You cried out then, but your hand flew up and covered your mouth while your flushed cheeks seemed to darken even more.

You were too loud, but the voice in Luffy’s head didn’t like you trying to cover it up.

Stop her, everyone needs to hear.

Luffy’s own hand reached up, fast and obedient when listening … well, to himself, and he didn’t even give you a break. His tongue returned with long licks through your folds when his fingers curled around your wrist, and he was tugging until finally you listened and dropped your hand.

“Luffy, they’ll -” you were cut off by your pleasured groan, but through the clouds and stars in your head you came back despite Luffy lapping at your cunt. “They’ll hear us.”

Good.

“That’s fine!” he said, perking up a bit and taking a break so that he could see you better, and the hand that was still wrapped around your wrist let go so that it could return to your leg. He lifted it then, both of them until they were over his strong shoulders, and he was wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand before locking his arms around your thighs. No hesitation, no warning, and absolutely no control, Luffy’s mouth was on your pussy once more and finding your sensitive clit again with flicks of his tongue.

You immediately moaned then, now unrestrained and free to do so with what felt like permission. You had to wonder if the crew could hear you, if outside the door were the sounds you made when Luffy did something just right, but you found yourself barely caring. All you wanted was more - more of all this, more pleasure, more Luffy. You pulled him impossibly closer to you, kept him right where he was so that waves of ecstasy could keep washing over you, and when a particular one crashed heavily into you, you cried out. Instinctively your legs tried to clamp shut to try and stop the assault, but the strong grip Luffy had kept you in place and left you clenching tight around nothing.

“I’m gonna come,” you murmured, hips rolling against the tongue that finally pushed inside of you again, and your eyes squeezed shut. You were right there, everything had wound up so tight that you felt like you were about to explode, and all you needed was one more stroke of Luffy’s tongue to have it burst. It was almost as if he was teasing you, either doing so or simply enjoying himself, but he eventually gave you what you wanted - no, needed to finally cave in.

It washed over you, the pleasure that started in the pit of your stomach and then blew up, fire in your veins. You cried out as it did, accidentally too loud but without a care in the world because of the euphoric rush that flowed through you. Your entire being flooded with absolute relief, your heart racing and breath coming out in hard pants, but you were completely satisfied. You felt it with every fibre of your being, the pleasure that Luffy helped you feel, and you were left with your head spinning.

The fireworks were still bursting when you felt yourself being pushed and pulled, and when they fizzled away you found yourself staring at Luffy who was moving your legs off his shoulders. He gave you only a few seconds to put yourself back together, and you barely did when Luffy lunged at you and flopped down. All you could do was laugh despite the air being blown out of your poor lungs, and your arms wrapped around Luffy the best they could. You felt him nuzzle into your neck, felt his smile against your skin, and then he whispered something.

“Hm?” you asked, and Luffy merely moved his head and buried his face into your shoulder instead.

“Nothin’,” he said, and if he was looking at you he’d see your concern.

Only we can make her feel that good.

Your unanswered question came back to him - what had gotten into him?

Luffy wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but it was weird; it was tight, it made his chest hurt and his stomach drop, and it only happened when he looked at you. Now it wasn’t all the time, more often than not you made him feel like he could soar, but sometimes this wicked feeling reared its head and Luffy couldn’t shake it. It bothered him, and it bothered him even more that he couldn’t do anything about it. He didn’t even know what it was! He’d sure as hell kick its ass if he figured it out, because when he looked at you he wanted to see only you and not a looming cloud.

There was one and it was dark, and you and Sanji were underneath it.

There was something else, too, something that lingered somewhere in the back of his mind that was … angry? Anger wasn’t exactly something Luffy was known for, so why now? It itched where the only scratch was you and your smile, but without it there that irritation only grew bigger and bigger. Relief felt far away and it was getting further when you followed behind the blonde cook that had nodded towards the door that led to the kitchen.

Stop them.

The voice that raced forward in his mind was violent, so much so that Luffy actually lurched in response in preparation to fling himself over to where you were disappearing from the deck after Sanji bowed and held the door open for you. Why, though? It was just Sanji, he showed you all sorts of things all the time! It wasn’t unusual, you liked to cook too, so why was now any different? Was this jealousy? Was Luffy jealous?

He wants her, but she’s yours.

No, it wasn’t Luffy that was jealous.

“Nu-uh,” Luffy actually responded, finding that he was arguing with himself. Maybe? Was it himself? The unwarranted feelings and emotions said something different.

You better make sure.

Did he have to? Didn’t he trust you? Sanji? You were his crewmates, there was no reason for him to doubt the fact. Still, whatever made that thought was still there, and Luffy realized that unless he wanted to make it go away he was going to have to answer it. He realized he was going to have to stand up and swing away, he realized he was going to have to follow you, and he realized he was going to have to put a stop to whatever his brain thought you were doing. He didn’t see it so it wasn’t like it was out of the realm of impossibility, but he had faith that both you and Sanji knew what you meant to him.

What’s wrong? You don’t want to find out?

Luffy reached up and knocked on his head, and he did so with a deep frown on his face. What was the voice in his head trying to tell him?

Go.

Luffy shook his head now, hopefully clearing that weird, inward conversation that was trying to push through, and when he received silence he released a long, relieved breath. It was quiet, sure, gone with the wind, but the curiosity that had built up was still there, and Luffy had to know. He wanted to believe in you and Sanji, wanted to know that you weren’t in there fooling around like you did with him, but he needed to see it with his own eyes to get rid of his restlessness. That was why he stood on the head of The Sunny, why he took a look around before his arm stretched all the way across the deck and grasped the frame above the door you and Sanji just went through, and he entered himself.

It was a short jog down the steps towards the kitchen, a path he was familiar with, and before long he was pushing the swinging door open. He was in the entrance, you were on a stool, and Sanji had a bowl of some sort of whipped topping in one hand while the other was raised. A finger stuck out, one that had some of what was in the bowl on the tip of it, and your mouth was open in preparation for a taste. Now it was everyone just looking at each other, you and Sanji at Luffy in surprise, Luffy at you intensely, you and Sanji at each other in confusion, and then finally Luffy at Sanji with an unreadable expression.

See? I told you.

“This is for dessert, Luffy, you can’t have any un … til … after … dinner …” Sanji trailed off, the bowl pulled away and protected but completely ignored when Luffy silently swung around the counter you and Sanji were at. He was admittedly confused, wondering what it was that entranced Luffy so much that food was just walked by, but he received his answer when Luffy leaned down and scooped you up over his shoulder. You squawked, flailed, but Luffy’s arm was tight around your waist and suddenly you and he were gone with your voice fading further and further away.

Sanji was left alone, but he was left entertained until heavy stomps came down the stairs.

“Oi, Curly Brows, give me some booze.”

“Get it yourself, idiot!”

“What a - oomph!”

You landed on the bed, hard enough that the legs grated the floor a little bit, and you looked up after composing yourself.

“Luffy, what are you doing?” you tried again, gathering yourself up the best you could to kneel on your bed that you had been thrown on, you on the mattress and Luffy standing at the end of it. He was in front of you, hands on his hips, and with the rim of his hat down he looked ominous.

“Do you like Sanji?” he asked suddenly, and it was almost quiet enough that he wondered if you heard it. You did, and you looked up at him in confusion before you frowned, looking like how he felt.

Oh. Frustration.

“Did you seriously just do that because you wanted to know if I liked Sanji? Like our cook Sanji that flirts with anything with boobs?” you inquired rather incredulously, staring dully at Luffy who responded by crossing his arms and pouting a bit. “No, Luffy! I thought I made it pretty clear I liked you.”

Then why did she go down there by herself?

“Then why did you go down there by yourself?”

You gawked.

Whoever was standing in front of you wasn’t Luffy, not the Luffy that laughed loudly and grinned big, the one that’d show you off instead of hiding away with you. The version of Luffy you knew would’ve walked over and demanded a taste, would’ve whined until he got what he wanted, and yet this Luffy felt like … not-Luffy. The aura around him crackled, shocked you into staying still for just a second, but then you unfolded and shuffled to the edge of the bed.

“I’m not having this conversation with you when you’re being unreasonable,” you stated, standing and slipping past Luffy to head towards the door. “Besides, you never said I was yours so I can flirt with whoever I want.”

You were being unfair, you knew that. You knew it wasn’t nice to shove the fact that yes, you didn’t have to hide anything because you were right! Luffy never explicitly came out and said that he wanted you to be his, but it was vice versa as well. Things had fallen into place so simply, so easily, and you knew it had to do with Luffy. He trusted big and loved even bigger, and it was in that, that you knew a portion of it belonged to you. You imagined it was the same for him, that you had made room for him to be a part of you, and it always went unsaid. You were at fault for not bringing it up either, and after your snap you felt guilt flood you enough that you stopped yourself mid-reach for the handle, and you sighed as your head hung. You were about to turn around when you felt a weight collapse against your back, dragging you down but you were strong enough to handle it. It pulled a smile from you, a soft one that was always meant for Luffy, and you brought your hand up to touch one of the arms that circled your shoulders from behind. There the two of you stood for a moment, Luffy’s breath on your neck and your eyes slipping shut as he pulled you in even closer, tightening his hold.

“But you are mine.”

It sounded like Luffy, but the intense shiver that went down your spine said something else. Laugh, blush, smile sweetly and love even sweeter, those were the kinds of things that went along with Luffy. This? This wasn’t your captain. You heard a snicker, a quiet one but it sounded loud in your ear, and it was as your eyes flicked down that you noticed the red sleeve of Luffy’s shirt was melting, taken over by a stark white. The snickering turned into a laugh, and soon it was sounding bigger than ever as it vibrated against your back.

“Luffy?” you asked quietly, tense.

The laughing stopped.

“Kinda.”

Oh.

You held your breath after you made your decision, after you swallowed down your nerves, and slowly but carefully did you spin around. Luffy’s arms never left you but they did slip down as you turned, eventually around your waist, and when you made it all the way your eyes met ruby red ones. They seemed to look right through you, read you from head to toe, and yet all that came out of it was a beaming smile. It was big, bright, and it reminded you of Luffy, but there was something almost menacing about it.

“Why are you scared?” he asked, releasing you and backing up.

“I-I’m no -”

“Yeah, you are. Don’t be!” Luffy interrupted, hands on his hips and chest swelling to a great, unbelievable size that almost seemed to balloon. “I’m the good guy!”

You knew Luffy was good, any version of Luffy, but there was something about his newfound level that seemed unsettling. It was impossibly powerful but it came at a price, and as you stared at the enthusiastic man before you, you had to wonder just how much it took. Luffy was there, you could tell, but he had shrunk down when this … this … being bulldozed forward.

Maybe you were scared.

“Don’t look like that,” Luffy suddenly said, and right before your eyes he deflated and snapped back to normal.

“Like what?” you asked, brow furrowing.

“Like you don’t know me! I’m still in here, you know,” he explained, emphasizing his point by tapping his forehead repeatedly. “Just better!”

You weren’t sure about that just yet.

Gear 5 was, and still was, a mystery to you - to everyone. There weren’t a lot of details, and the ones that did exist were extremely obscured by sheer strangeness. How did Luffy do what he did? How did the impossible become possible when it came to him? That was just it, you had discovered, Luffy wasn’t all Luffy, and that’s why it worked.

“Nika, it’s been you,” you said simply, and Luffy’s hand that had raised slowly moved down until his arm was hanging at his side. He stared at you, once again right through you, but then he grinned.

“Guilty!” he exclaimed, shoving his hand in your face to give you thumbs up. “So you know our name.”

Our?

“I’m really confused,” you admitted after a moment of trying to wrap your head around the situation.

“Why? I’m me, Luffy’s Luffy, and we’re Nika! Easy, right?” he countered, spinning on his spot but doing so too fast and stumbling. He fell back on the mattress but sprung back up, and then he was laughing boisterously and doing it again.

And again.

And a few more times before you spoke.

“Who’s “me”?” you dared to ask. “In … that equation, who are you?”

Luffy seemed to stop midair, in fact he actually did, and slowly his head tilted to see you where he stared back. He wasn’t smiling anymore, you couldn’t exactly tell what the expression was either, but that flash of what almost seemed like wickedness disappeared when Luffy unfroze and fell onto the mattress again. He sat up this time though, right on the edge, and when he did a smirk rolled across his face that was quite devilish in comparison to what was said.

“A god.”

So if Luffy was in there, what was he doing?

Standing from the bed and keeping his eye on you, Luffy - no, Nik - ugh, for the sake of your sanity he was still Luffy, and Luffy was advancing. You didn’t mean to but you backed up, and you only realized you did when you hit the door and made it rattle, and suddenly Luffy was in front of you with one of his arms raising so that a hand could land on the door beside your head. He was close now, close enough that when you stared ahead you were staring at his chest, but soon you were tipping your head back and looking up.

“I know what he wants,” he muttered, “do you want me to tell you?”

“I should go,” you murmured, your own hand slipping towards the handle of the door only to be caught and pinned to the surface, though it was gentle. You felt as though it shouldn’t have been, that your denial should’ve earned you a bit of roughness, but instead your fingers were clasping and the pirate squeezed your hand.

“He does think you’re his,” was the continuation as if what you said didn’t matter.

“I am.”

“Then you’re mine too, right?”

Honestly? You didn’t know how to reply. Was he right? Wrong? You were Luffy’s, you belonged to every part of him, but it was made clear that there was Luffy, a “we”, and then who or whatever it was in front of you. “A god” was vague because you could honestly say you’ve met your fair share, and you were very aware of the fact that Nika, the Sun God, existed, and you had a feeling that was who you were trapped by.

“I thought he just got your power …” you whispered.

“I let him have my power.”

“The most ridiculous power in the world,” you countered, which was funny considering you weren’t sure what that meant now that you were being stared down at, caged in. “Freedom and joy, right?”

“Wherever I go,” Luffy concluded with a nod, and he took the step that pressed him up against you, but you looked to the side.

In front of you was a god, and Nika was a god. Nika was also Luffy, but Luffy was also just Luffy? And Nika and Luffy were still Nika, but Nika was in front of you and Luffy wasn’t. But Luffy was there.

So maybe …

“See? Don’t think about it too much,” Luffy said, bringing the hand he was holding up to his chest, “I’m still him.”

… your Luffy was in there somewhere.

“And he’s mine?” you quietly asked.

“We’re yours.”

Two words and your breath was taken, and you just couldn’t look away. You had your concerns, your fears, yet even though it wasn’t necessarily the Luffy you knew you still felt a sense of familiarity. It was questionable at first, you weren’t entirely sure what situation you ended up in, but even with the heart banging around underneath your hand with no sense of rhythm, you still found the beat. You felt it for a few seconds longer, stared at where your hand was splayed on Luffy’s chest, and then you lifted your gaze up again.

“So?” Luffy urged.

“So what?” you breathed, but it hitched when Luffy’s head lowered until your noses brushed.

“Do you want me to bring you joy?”

You didn’t have to think anymore, you couldn’t.

“Yes.”

You didn’t even have a second to completely catch that lost breath, but you got just enough of one that it was able to be stolen away again. It was with a kiss, with one that caught you off guard but pulled you in immediately. It went straight to your head and short-circuited your brain, but it was the rush instead of the overwhelming emotion your Luffy made you feel. This Luffy? This Luffy made adrenaline pump through your veins, the fear of the unknown and the entity before you frightening you just as much as it excited you. The thrill pushed you all the way out of foggy concerns and left you with one thing, and one thing only - lust.

Pushed into the door harder, pinned to it, your hands slipped up Luffy’s chest and went further until one was on his cheek and the other was slipping into his hair. He returned the favor, did the same thing, but the grasp he had on your hair broke your kiss when he tugged on it. Your head tipped back, and you were staring up at an expression that was pleased, and you could only think in the moment was that you wanted to see more of it. Nika, Luffy, Luffika you didn’t know who was in front of you based on the Gear 5 spectrum, but the touch that slipped down your waist until it was grasping your hip still made you shiver. In the back of your mind you had to wonder if this was okay, if your Luffy would end up being okay with it, but that thought went far, far away when Luffy pushed up against you and fit every one of his curves against yours.

“Oh, my god …” you whispered when hot lips pressed to your neck, and a chuckle was released before his mouth traveled up next to your ear.

“Yes?” Luffy whispered in response.

Well that answered your question.

Wordlessly, your hands moved from the soft, glowing white locks to Luffy’s shoulders, and while you weren’t rushing you were still quick to push the equally as white shirt off his shoulders. Luffy let it slip to the floor, and when his hands came back they were taking yours. He pulled on them, forced you to step away from the door, and when you did he had you spinning. He was going along with it too, laughing as he waltzed around and making you trip until you did so right onto your bed, and when you landed you bounced a little higher up towards your pillows. You barely had time to compose yourself when Luffy threw himself at you, landing heavily and making you laugh when he starfished over you. He perked up soon though, fast and wide-eyed with an even wider grin on his face, and he pushed himself up onto his hands.

“I like hearing you laugh,” he said, face close to yours with a beaming smile blinding you.

“You did say you wanted to bring me joy,” you murmured, and you were holding back your giggles when Luffy’s eyebrows knitted closer together, and he frowned at you.

“That’s not what I meant,” he pointed out, and he could see that you were doing your best to keep your smile back.

Your Luffy was in there, you knew it. You could see it in this Luffy’s smile, in the way that even though you were facing a god, the hand on you was gentle. Luffy was like that with you, because for such a reckless man he was nothing but careful when it came to you. He had told you once that he’d never let you get hurt, and apparently that included never getting hurt by him. The closer you looked the more you saw now that Luffy was in your face, those ruby, red eyes of his staring right through you yet still a little soft, and though almost looking a little crazy his big smile shone in the way it did when he saw you. Even in this state, in the one where it seemed as though it was Nika who was in complete control, he was still there.

“I know what you’re worried about, and you don’t have to be,” Luffy said as if he was reading your mind.

Crap, could he?

He lowered himself, pressed against you in the way he had earlier, and his eyes flicked over your face. He had been around for hundreds of years, maybe even thousands, and you figured he had the time to see what people weren’t saying. It made you nervous, it had been for the past few minutes, but you weren’t sure what it was now that was making you confident.

There was an overdramatic flail when you pushed Luffy and rolled him off of you, but you did that yourself except you rolled onto him. Perched on his chest, you gave Luffy a sweet smile as your hand came up, and your fingers drew curly designs on him while they slowly traced downward.

“You said you could tell me what he likes,” you commented, looking away from your “artwork” to peek at Luffy who had been watching your hand too, but he was glancing at you when you spoke.

“Uh-huh.”

“Would you lie?”

“Nu-uh.”

You guessed you would have to take his word for it, though in some way you believed him. Was Nika, Nika, or was he part Luffy, too? Not in the way you had been concerned about, but in the way you had to wonder if Nika’s control over Luffy was still tethered to him. This Luffy’s personality, though a little more wicked and slightly arrogant, was still Luffy’s but just by tenfold. No barriers, no impossibility, so you were left wondering whether or not Luffy became Nika, or if Nika became Luffy. It was a lot to think about in the moment, especially when your brain short circuited at the brush of rough fingers over your lips.

“He likes your mouth,” Luffy said, tracing the seam of it. “A lot.”

Even though you blushed bashfully you still smiled, and you did so just as your hand reached the purple sash hanging off of Luffy’s hips. A soft kiss was left behind on the finger that had lingered and it made Luffy grin, and he did so until your hand was tugging at the sash and he lifted himself onto his elbows to watch. The fabric loosened and slipped off, useless now, and so were the button and zipper of his shorts after you quickly got them undone.

“Are you implying I should use it?” you teased, and Luffy caught on, snickering. His arm returned behind his head, and he wiggled to get a little more comfy before grinning wide which gave you your answer, and you giggled yourself. “Luffy really is in there, huh?” you laughed, referring to the impatience that usually made the poor pirate restless.

“Told ya,” Luffy said, and he gave you a - literally - sparkling wink. Once again you laughed, and you did so with a smile, and Luffy, the version that was there and who aimed to bring happiness and joy, liked that a lot.

He liked that your hand was disappearing in his shorts, too.

You flicked your gaze down, watched as well, and you only glanced back up when your fingers wrapped around Luffy’s cock. It jumped at your touch, interested, and it seemed to immediately harden at your touch. Luffy’s hips lifted when you ran your hand over him, tried to thrust up into it, but you stopped when he did. He grunted at that, pouted even, but Luffy’s lips parted when he blew out a sigh and suddenly it was nothing but bliss when you started stroking again.

Luffy was there, but he wasn’t in the spotlight. No, he was way back in his mind, he really was! It was just that this Luffy, the one that came rushing forward, was upfront, personal, and enjoying every second he had out in the world. Most of all he was enjoying you, enjoying the way you were finally giving into him, and really enjoying the benefits that came with it. You made him giddy with excitement, but it was the kind of excitement that came from the fire that was lit in his stomach and fed by you. Your sweet smile that didn’t match the way you were touching him, your soft breaths, even the way you smelled was driving Luffy crazy, and he needed more.

Now you were the one reading his mind.

You could feel Luffy’s intense gaze on you when you gently pulled him out of his shorts, you carefully drawing out his stiff cock and letting it spring free of its confines. You gave him a couple more strokes though they were tortuously slow, and you could practically feel the restlessness emanating from Luffy who hadn’t looked away from you. You saw his fingers twitch impatiently, felt his hips jerk when you ran a ghost of a touch over the swollen head of his dick, but what you really relished in was the noise Luffy released when you leaned down and used your tongue to circle the tip.

If Luffy liked your mouth, your mouth he would get.

“More,” was what Luffy said, and that’s all he needed to do for you to take a few inches into your mouth. Still, even though he got “more” it just wasn’t enough, and a hand that had been cradling the back of his head as he lounged came down and ran through your hair. It was as Luffy neared the back of your head that he grasped the locks, and though his grip was soft it was still demanding as he used it to push you down. It wasn’t anything forceful, Luffy didn’t want to hurt you, but he certainly found some relief when you took even more of him into your mouth. Your lips were tight around him, your tongue caressing his cock, and soon your head was bobbing along his shaft.

Luffy didn’t have to say it, you could hear his praise in the groan he released, and that instantly urged you to continue. You grasped the base of his cock and sunk down as far as you could go, pausing for just a second to get used to the feeling of your mouth being stuffed before drawing up. You were back to teasing the leaking head, licking up the dribble before swirling your tongue around as you stroked him slowly again. You heard Luffy’s breath hitch when you squeezed him a little, and you kept your grasp tight as you slid your hand up and down his length. A moan broke free when you took just the tip into your mouth again and sucked hard, your mouth tight around him and staying that way when you took more of him in again, replacing your hand. You were faster this time, bobbing along his cock swiftly, and with every swallow around it Luffy grunted and groaned.

There was appreciation in his sounds, something Luffy hoped you would understand. He couldn’t make sense of up or down let alone words, so the only thing he had to encourage you was husky moans and a hand that wanted to make you do so much more. It didn’t dare push you, didn’t dare force you to suck more, but it did guide you up and down his cock, your mouth hot velvet. It made him groan again and his head tossed back, his other arm having left and laid by his side, but the blanket was bunched in his hand.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice raspy and the hand in your hair gripping a little tighter. It made you moan around his dick, the vibrations sending a shock up Luffy’s spine that made him shiver. He couldn’t help the lift of his hips, the thrust into your mouth that made you whimper, and he did it again and again until you had to haul off for a breath. Your lips were slick with your spit, just as his cock was, and you peered up at him from your spot in a way that made him throb - all of him. You looked so innocent, so sweet and bashful, yet Luffy’s dick was in your hand and you were stroking him once again.

“Give me more,” he said again, and you obediently listened. There was something about that, that drove Luffy crazy, that him - a god - was being worshipped by you. It wasn’t you on your hands and knees (though he wouldn’t mind), it wasn’t whispered prayers, it was you bringing him pleasure by just existing. He watched as you did as you were told, as you let him go and crawl up rather tantalizingly until you were straddling him and sitting in his lap.

“Is this okay?” you asked, and it was in such a shy manner that Luffy instantly wanted to see you fall apart.

“Perfect, he likes watching you too,” Luffy said in reference to … whatever your Luffy was at the moment. He did so with a smirk, with a devilish look in his eye, and he stared at you as you blushed at the confession.

“… and you?” you quietly inquired, and you seen the way Luffy froze a moment before his gaze was wandering all over you. It took its time, you were almost embarrassed, but Luffy flicked his eyes up and then that unrestrained grin of his appeared.

“We’ll see,” he said simply, and he saw you try to read him but failed. How could you? He had years to perfect his mystery.

Though suddenly bashful perched in Luffy’s lap, exposed and vulnerable in front of a man that you kind of didn’t know, you were still excited. In the end it was still Luffy, in the end you were bringing pleasure to a version of him that existed within. You still weren’t sure whether or not it was betrayal, you were on the fence about it, but all you could focus on was the way Luffy’s hips were rocking so that his cock pressed against you rubbed your swollen clit. You couldn’t help but grind back, and you were stroking Luffy with your dripping pussy. What could you say? Luffy did this to you after all.

With a gentle touch you grasped Luffy’s length again, ran the aching tip through your folds a few times before guiding him into you, taking a second but then slowly sinking down. You moaned as you did and Luffy’s hands flew to your hips to hold on as you settled and finally took all of him. A satisfied sigh left both of you, your eyes slipping shut while Luffy’s roamed.

You were beautiful, even from his spot in the back of other Luffy’s mind he thought that. Perhaps that was the reason? That he had connected with someone who was so foolishly into you? He wasn’t sure, and he didn’t want to think about it too much at the moment when you were starting to roll your hips. Instead he watched you again, drank up every part of you that was on top of him and bringing both of you pleasure. The way you were circling on his cock had him seeing stars, and he couldn’t help but release them and let them literally swirl around his head as he laid back even more into your pillow. He heard you laugh then, it sounding like music in his ears, and when he glanced at you, you were smiling.

“I’m never going to get used to this,” you said, bringing a hand up and reaching for one of the stars and watching it dissolve as your fingers passed through it. Then your hand was taken, Luffy’s fingers threading through yours, and they dropped to his chest where your other hand landed when you lost your balance.

“I think there are other things to worry about,” Luffy told you.

You could see it in his eye, the arousal that was driving through him, but there was something else. Whatever it was excited you as much as it frightened you. For some reason it really reminded you of your situation, how you were facing a god that had lived a long life, and to be honest that made you nervous. Mind the fact that it was just barely because there were so many other things to focus on, like the way Luffy’s cock fit you just right as you rocked your hips.

“You feel so good,” you whispered, leaning down just a little further and pressing a quick kiss to Luffy’s lips that pulled down comically into a frown who was unsatisfied by the slight touch. “What’s wrong?”

“Kiss me again,” Luffy instructed, but he was making it happen before you even had the chance to understand him. The hand that had been holding yours let go and moved to the back of your head, and he pulled you in so fast that your whiplash had you crashing your lips into his. You had to slow your hips to a stop when the kiss deepened immediately, wanting nothing to distract you from the way Luffy tasted when his tongue pressed to yours. You let out a soft moan, but it quickly turned into a whine when Luffy put in the work and started to thrust his hips from underneath you. You could only enjoy the kiss for so long before other pleasure took over, a strong one that fought its way forward, and you broke away with a light gasp. You sat up immediately, your hands falling flat on Luffy’s sculpted torso to keep you balanced as you rolled against his thrusts, but it was a matter of seconds before your hips were flying up and down. You took Luffy’s dick over and over again, your breaths coming out hard and sucking in gasps every time you were struck just right.

“Look at you,” Luffy said, words low and raspy, and his hands traveled up your waist, slipping along the curve before they came around and took your breasts in them. You pressed into it, groaned desperately, and you did it again when his fingers stroked your nipples until they hardened. It was almost instantly, and he felt your hips jerk when he pinched them, but he was quick to soothe the sting when he sat up and took one into his mouth. You moaned his name so sweetly then, brought your hands up into his hair and gripped what you could hold onto.

“Fuck,” you murmured, arching into Luffy when he moved to your other unattended breast.

Despite Luffy’s intention his other hand slipped around until it was pressing into your lower back, and he released your nipple just to lean in and press his lips to your neck. The hand encouraged you, made you focus on riding Luffy’s cock instead of the sensation of his mouth, and you listened to him and used your hips to bounce against him hard.

“Like that,” Luffy muttered near your ear, and he pulled you even closer to him. His hot breath billowed on your skin, and he was sure you felt his grin because you trembled, and he said, “You asked me what I liked, right?”

You could only merely hum in acknowledgement as you held Luffy’s shoulders and continued rocking your hips, but your answer earned you a reward. At first it didn’t seem like one, you were surprised and wobbly when it was Luffy’s arm around your waist now and holding on as he flipped you. Now underneath him you were staring up in surprise, eyes wide and your lips parted just a little bit because of your slightly dropped jaw. You stared up at Luffy, and his eyes almost glowed in the shadow on his face.

“What?” you finally had a chance to ask.

Luffy snickered but almost menacingly.

“It’s going to be your face when I’m through with you.”

Oh, fuck.

You couldn’t tell if you moaned or not because of the sound of your heart racing in your ear at a dangerous pace, but you figured you did at the sheer implication of what was to come. What was left of Luffy was gone, and you were dealing with a godly being that had you trapped underneath him. When you looked up at him, when you saw that nearly deranged grin and those eyes burning holes into you, you knew you were dealing with Nika.

Again, he read your mind.

“This is what he wants, you know. He doesn’t think or say it, but it’s how he feels,” he said, leaning in. “You make him crazy.”

You felt as though you had no reason not to believe Luffy, it felt so honest despite the way he was being so wicked. It made you smile, spread a joy that came from the pit of your stomach and exploded, and you were giggling when you pulled Luffy in and kissed him again. It was a playful fight then, you still softly laughing a bit, but it quickly became a little forceful when Luffy deepened it. You let him take over, let him be in charge, because there was a promise that came with what he liked, and you were impatiently waiting for it.

“Show me what you mean,” you murmured a little desperately after the kiss broke, your lips shiny and slick, and an arm wound around Luffy’s neck while the other came up to rest on his shoulder. “I want to know.”

He had you, Luffy knew it. You nearly begged for him with both your eyes and your words, and he was reaching down to hike one of your legs over his hip to draw you in. He made sure you were settled before his fingers dug in, and with a grip on you he drew his hips back just to slam into you. He did it again, and again and again, and he relished in the way you were crying out. Luffy’s name, pleas, moans and pants, they created a symphony in the women’s quarters of The Sunny, and neither of you cared.

Luffy went harder, faster, and with every slap of his hips against yours resonated in the room. He couldn’t help the pace, couldn’t help how rough his hips were as they slammed against you, but you didn’t seem to mind. In fact you seemed as though you were deeply enjoying it, lost in pleasure and desperately seeking more when you started to meet every thrust with your own force. With a grunt he let you fuck yourself on his cock for a moment, watched as it disappeared inside of you over and over again, but it became too much and he was pushing your legs open so that he could press up against you. He slipped deeper then, the new angle providing a surge of ecstasy that made both of you moan.

“Please,” was all you said, but you repeated it over and over again as Luffy took the time to find a new position. You were impatient, no you were absolutely desperate to feel more of him, and the fact that you weren’t getting anything was driving you insane. It did, however, clear pretty fast when Luffy held himself up on hands on either side of your head, and rammed his hips forward. You couldn’t help the shout of his name then, and that earned you something even more delectable when Luffy found his pace and kept up with it. Over and over again, hitting a spot so right that you were getting dizzy, you could feel the pressure in your stomach growing with every passing second.

“Please,” you said again. “Please, I’m so close.”

“Do it, I wanna see,” Luffy demanded.

You knew what he meant then, knew exactly what it was he wanted when the pleasure flowing through your veins started pulsing. You couldn’t help it, the way your eyes squeezed shut tightly and your lips parted to release a long moan, your expression twisted into one of a pending orgasm. Then? Well then bliss hit you, euphoria, and it crossed your face in a matter of seconds when elation passed over it. What it looked like you didn’t know, but when you managed to flutter your eyes open halfway you saw the gaze, the hungry one that was devouring you as it focused on you, and the small smile you gave was dazed.

“Your turn,” you said between your pants, harsh and heavy while you tried to get yourself under control. “I want to feel it.”

Your words went straight to Luffy’s aching cock, and the way you were squeezing him when you clenched drove him wild. He was reckless now, chasing his pleasure with a scattered pace and stuttering hips, and it was only so long before he felt his own fire building. It had started as a spark but now it was a roaring blaze, burning inside of him and fuelling his desire. His fingers that were beside your head curled into the pillow, and his head dropped as his own heavy pants mixed with your now slightly hushed ones. He felt your hands run up his arms and over his shoulders, and they kept going until they were in his snow-colored hair and drew his head even closer.

“Come for me,” you whispered, and then Luffy fell apart.

Your name was choked out, and any of the rhythm Luffy still had was gone. He was desperate now, chasing his orgasm with sloppy thrusts and grunts and groans. He was so close, and you just felt so perfect around him that he didn’t want to stop, but he had to or else he was going to drown. His pool of ecstasy turned into a tsunami, and it crashed into him and flooded him with pleasure. He felt himself pulsing, his cock pouring his come deep in your pussy, and through the harsh breaths and trembles, he released a relieved sigh. He unwound, the tightness that had built up no longer there, and he felt weak.

The air blew out of you when Luffy simply dropped, when he collapsed on top of you and buried his face into your neck. You could feel his breaths on your damp skin, hot, and he was settling against you comfortably. You paused for a moment, took in everything that had happened, and you were silent as you did so. You heard a murmur, however, felt Luffy’s lips move against your skin, but it was so quiet that it was unintelligible.

“What’s that?” you asked, bringing a hand up to Luffy’s hair again, and your fingers ran through the black stra - wait.

Black.

“Luffy?” you asked almost carefully, and when he pushed himself up to hover just slightly over you, you were gazing into charcoal eyes that stared at you intensely.

Oh. Oh, god. You weren’t ready to explain this, not at all. Why did you think this wouldn’t happen? Why didn’t you think ahead? Obviously you were going to have to deal with this, but now? Why now? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fu -

Luffy leaned down, kissed you hard and clumsily, and he did so with an enthusiasm only your Luffy could provide.

“I said when is it my turn?”

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Ruin You

Zoro couldn't quite put his finger on what it was about you that made him go crazy, but when he figured it out? You were not safe.

Rating: 18+

Zoro couldn’t stay away from you.

Was it your work ethic? You had been the last member to board The Sunny, a woman that Franky had worked alongside once. You were a mechanic, quick and efficient with the ability to spot discrepancies before they even became a problem. Your attention to detail was unlike any he’d ever seen, how you scrutinized each and every thing until it was Y/N approved. It was cu - wait, what? “Cute” wasn’t in his vocabulary.

Maybe it was your strength, he was fond of strong women. You carried yourself confidently, sure of the things you knew and took on new challenges. You were quick to adapt which made you effective, and that made you powerful. You could fight, you could defend and take care of yourself if need be. You didn’t need someone to protect you, but you liked other people.

That had to be it; your charm was so inviting. You were so kind, making friends was like second nature to you. People were drawn in towards you - they liked you, the kind of person that just got people from the very moment you met them. He wasn’t exempt from that, because despite his grumpiness and gruff exterior you did manage to make his day a little better because you just knew how to deal with him. Just a little bit.

But why? Why could you do that? He didn’t care about stuff like that, it was a pain in his ass. Well so he had thought, and yet you just …

You were laughing, and when Zoro looked over - as he did every time he heard it (ugh) - you were cross-legged beside Brook, swaying along to whatever song he was “yo-ho”ing out. You knew the words, singing along with him, but the swordsman could only focus on you with every other sense blurred. You looked as if there wasn’t a problem in the world, like it was just a day out on the sea and you weren’t a pirate with a bounty on your head. “Marines be damned” is what it looked like to him, and he couldn’t help but smirk at that.

Your head turned and suddenly his face fell, heart speeding up when he clued into the fact that you were looking at him. You smiled that sweet smile, the one that got him in trouble, and his eye went wide when he realized it was meant for him. He looked dumb, he knew it, but you kept smiling regardless and then glanced away a moment later.

That was it. That was …

Zoro couldn’t look away even long after you threw yourself back into the song that Luffy and Usopp were now shouting at the top of their lungs as well. Neither of them knew the words though, and that was irritating beyond belief.

Your smile had given him his answer. It was gentle, a pure smile that was as kind as it was tender. You didn’t seem to be the type that would be a pirate, in fact you weren’t one until Franky introduced you to The Straw Hats and Luffy took a liking to you. You had this aura about you that screamed innocence.

Zoro’s eye darkened.

He wanted to ruin that.

That realization had caught him off guard, kind of hit him like a bag of bricks because that thought had never once crossed his mind before. Sure you and he had your conversations, in fact you had conversations more than either of you did with the rest of the crew. It was usually in private, late at night when he was a little more awake because of his frequent naps throughout the day, and you preferred the peacefulness of the late hours. The two of you were vastly different, but the same in so many ways that it was hard to deny a connection. It was stagnant though, never moving away from whatever friendship - no, whatever relationship he and you had. It wasn’t complicated, but it was? It was because now, looking over at you at the other end of the deck, Zoro could only feel the ghost of your hot breath in his ear and your nails digging into his skin.

Yeah, that’s what he wanted.

Zoro had officially become bothered, and he couldn’t blame anyone but himself. Upon his realization he was flooded with a series of feelings, of thoughts that were quite intrusive every single time his eye passed over you. You were entirely oblivious to this change, to the way that now his studious gaze raked over you, how hungry it was when it went by. He was suddenly extremely impatient, eager for that moment when everyone turned in and he could have that time with you. God, he sounded like that idiot cook.

The time came when the day broke as the sun sunk past the horizon, everything turning grey until it slipped into obsidian with stars littering bright in the sky. They reflected off the water, blurred with lapping waves, and as the boat rocked it coaxed the crew into their beds. Zoro had already parted, spending the last bit of his day frustrated and hidden in the Crow’s Nest. He didn’t want to say it was hiding exactly, he hated the idea of running away, but could he say it was anything but? If he stuck around any longer he was sure he would’ve suffered more. Why would he willingly put himself through that? Well he knew why, he just didn’t want to admit it. He spent a lot of time thinking about that, about how if he hadn’t shaken himself out of it he would’ve voluntarily stayed just to be near you. He felt absolutely ridiculous, the whole situation was insane.

The Crow’s Nest offered a brief distraction, but it was just that - brief. Zoro’s mind had wandered the moment he took refuge on the bench, lying on his back with his ankles crossed just like the arms beneath his head. His good eye had shut, willing himself to find rest, but instead all he received was an image of you in his mind. At first it was that smile, a glimpse of your face as it turned to him, and Zoro felt his heart pick up the slightest bit at that. Soon the innocence slipped away, soon your face was flushed, cheeks pink and lips swollen. You were over him, hands on his chest, and he could almost feel the soft flesh of your hips in his own grip. His fingers twitched, and the version of you he had conjured up flung your head back as his name fell past those glistening lips, chanted. Zoro, Zoro, Zoro …

“Zoro?”

It was almost comical the way Zoro whipped himself up so fast, and you had to bite back your laughter when his hand missed the edge of the bench and he tumbled to the floor. It was a crash, his body colliding with the group of swords he had set down upon laying back, and the dull thud of his weight on the floorboards almost shook them a bit. You moved forward, wanting first to make sure the poor man was okay, but when he sat up rubbing his head you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Are you okay?” you asked between giggles, making your way over and kneeling beside him, reaching out to pull his weapons out of the way as you did. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Zoro scowled, looking away with a bit of a huff. “You didn’t scare me,” he said, and he wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince you or himself.

“Ah,” you said, sitting back on your heels with an amused smile, “well then I’m sorry I startled you out of your sleep.”

He couldn’t look at you, not when he had caught your endearing stare as his own passed over to avoid you. Zoro could feel his cheeks burning in embarrassment, and he wanted to curse at himself for looking like such a fool, but your genuine concern for him made him feel a little better about it.

“Did you want me to leave you alone?”

No!

Zoro never looked back to someone so fast, his neck snapping around so that he could face you. For a moment he didn’t say anything, honestly a little confused about what could be said, but when your eyebrows shot up he knew he had to answer.

“It’s fine,” was all he muttered, pushing himself up to stand. He considered the option to hold his hand out to you but did it anyway despite knowing it’d be easy for you to just get up, and he almost went soaring with the appreciative look you gave him as you took his hand. The touch sent a surge of heat through his body so suddenly that he almost flinched, but instead it settled deep within him and only added to the flame that had started to burn. “Figured you would’ve headed to bed already, it’s later than usual.”

“And miss our nightly chat? No way!” you exclaimed, shrugging and moving your hands down to smooth out the skirt you were wearing, and Zoro could only drink up the skin of your thighs it revealed. He swallowed, mouth dry, and when his tongue was wet once again he was looking up at you in hopes that he hadn’t been caught. You hadn’t noticed, or at least he assumed so considering you didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered and turned to look out the window of the room.

You had.

You had seen the way the pirate’s eyes dropped to where your hands had gone, and you had also noticed the way the stare lingered long after you were finished. That’s when you had spun around to face away from Zoro, you far too flustered to even think about staying where you were to keep looking at him. You could feel his eye on you, burning a hole into your back, and despite your embarrassment you couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit flattered. Not that you wanted his attention or anything …

Okay, that was a lie. A huge one, actually, because you couldn’t at all say how long it has been since you’ve wanted Zoro to notice you. If you were aware of his thoughts you would admit you were no better, because quite frankly there was nothing more you wanted than Zoro himself. It was wholesome at first, your friendship half bubbly and half ruggedness; in a way it was very complimentary, but in another way it was just the right amount of conflict that it created interest. An interest that had riled you up because there wasn’t a damn thing you could do about it, not with someone like Zoro who had kept his focus far, far ahead. Well you had assumed that, but now with the way you could feel him looking you over you had to wonder.

Zoro was guilty of a roaming eye, without the risk of being caught with you facing away from him he was left to study every part of you from behind. You were all soft curves and he was hard ridges, your frame tiny enough that he was sure he could’ve easily swallowed you up, and there was a part of him that seriously wanted to do that right then and there. You just looked so good, so ready to be taken with the way you were only an arm’s length away from him; you were vulnerable but you were so because you trusted him, and no matter how badly he wanted you in the moment he couldn’t risk ruining that.

The smallest of movements from you had him looking away from where his eye was on your body, flicking up to watch as you looked at him over your shoulder. He didn’t know what to say, caught up with the way you stood out against the night sky that was just outside the window you were in front of, and you were quiet, too. Neither of you were sure how long it was that you stood like that in silence, neither of you seemed to really care either.

There was something on the tip of Zoro’s tongue, something to say, but you twirled the rest of the way around before he could speak and took the step that separated the two of you. Your hand was on the back of his neck when you pulled him in, and he willingly followed your lead just so that he could have a taste of the lips that crashed into his. It was sweet, god it was so incredibly sweet and he needed more of it, and he took more with a scoop of his arm around your waist to pull you tight to him. Your other hand came up to hold Zoro’s jaw, keeping him in place as your mouths melded together, a heat in the kiss that drove it deeper and deeper. The whimper that you had released when his arm tightened was music to his ears, striking a chord in him that pulled his lust forward so quickly that it was almost alarming, and if it weren’t for the fact that he was wrapped up in the way you felt against him Zoro would’ve been thrown for a loop. No, you were a distraction, and it was such a welcome one that he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

The kiss broke with a gasp from the both of you, chests heaving from the intensity of it. You could only stare, Zoro, too, trying to figure out how to navigate the new situation, but Zoro decided that was going to be saved for another time. Instead of concerning himself with it he simply spun the both of you around, letting himself fall to sit on the bench and he pulled you with him. You had stumbled, less graceful than Zoro’s move, but you still found yourself half in his lap, straddling a thigh with your arms secure around his neck. Another kiss came fast, desperate, and Zoro was devouring your mouth within seconds, you helpless to the way his tongue plunged into your mouth for more of that sweetness he was steadily becoming addicted to.

You were dizzy, head swimming only with thoughts of Zoro and the way he was making you feel. You had imagined it a number of times, fantasized even, about how the swordsman would feel under your wandering fingers, and you weren’t disappointed by the taut muscles they found when they moved away from his head. They were curious, feeling over the hard lines, and you were thankful for the fitted shirts he wore because it made it that much easier to trace the contours of Zoro’s chest - strong, sturdy. Your hands were flat against it when you leaned into him more, but they shot down when there was a break for air, hauling the material up with Zoro helping to pull it over his head. He didn’t need the assistance when he went for yours, a gasp tearing past your lips when it was all but ripped off and thrown behind you. His hands were on the move then, his mouth on your neck while his touch travelled up your bare back, and his rough palms left fire in their wake.

The feeling under Zoro’s hands was so unbelievably soft, delicate, just like the rest of you. He was starving for more of you, tasting your skin with every wash of his tongue over a mark he left behind, and his adventurous mouth sunk lower and lower until a perky nipple was trapped between his teeth. You let out some sort of whine, a sound from the back of your throat that went straight to the hardness confined in his pants, aching. You had turned him into a mess with just a kiss, made him desperate knowing you were allowing him to have more of you, and he rushed a hand up to grope your abandoned breast when he travelled over to suck on the other hardened peak. Your hands were on the move again, rushing into his hair and gripping the green locks tightly, and you had boldly pulled on them so that he could look up at you again. He was graced with that image he had conjured before, your tousled hair and flushed cheeks, lips swollen and parted to allow the quick breaths to pass. For a moment he enjoyed the view, took in every part of your face that was slightly hovering over his, close enough that he could feel the puffs of air billowing over his cheeks.

“Can’t keep your hands off of me, huh?” he teased, smirking when your cheeks grew even darker, and you had to turn your head to the side to avoid the amused stare, sheepish. Zoro didn’t like that though, not one bit, so he sent his hand up so that he could grip your chin and tug it back, your head jerking a bit with the force of the pull. It was a little rough, perhaps a bit of a test on Zoro’s end, but when you didn’t flinch and simply kept looking away bashfully he could feel himself getting even more riled up. “Look at me,” he demanded, and with a bit more of a squeeze to your chin he could feel you swallow tightly, your eyes timid when they drifted up to meet his again. “I’m going to ruin you.”

Your eyes went wide, jaw dropped just enough that your lips parted the slightest bit, and all you could do was nod. You were extremely obedient now and following Zoro’s lead, letting him in when his tongue barely asked permission to invade your mouth. You moaned when it twisted around yours, hot breaths spilling out as he wrestled but it was barely a fight; as far as you were concerned Zoro had already won. It was with a sharp bite to your lip that you shuddered, it pulled on and you couldn’t help but melt right into Zoro’s arms. It was just the smallest shift, a quick adjustment, but Zoro’s thigh was so perfectly placed that you couldn’t escape the pleasant shock that surged through you. You buckled, a whimper slipping into the space of the Crow’s Nest, and you could practically hear Zoro’s smugness.

“You like that?” Zoro chuckled, leaning a little further back into the bench and bringing his hands to your hips. It was a tight grip, one you wouldn’t be able to escape easily, but even if you did there wasn’t a chance he was actually going to let you get anywhere.

Your eyes squeezed shut when Zoro’s hands pushed you down, pressed your core harder against his strong leg. Already was your head foggy, unable to focus on anything except for the satisfaction you received when your hips rolled down. You tried not to, really, but when you didn’t move Zoro forced you to and then you couldn’t help it. It was back and forth like that for only a couple of minutes, you embarrassed by your desperation and wanting to retreat but Zoro not allowing it. It wasn’t long after that, that you had given into the feeling and kept rocking yourself against the solid muscle. Your skirt had long since ridden up, but now it was bunched at your waist to let Zoro’s hands dig into the flesh, and your underwear barely left anything between your cunt and the rough material of his pants.

“Mm, mmhm,” you finally answered, your own hands curled into Zoro’s shoulder with fingers digging into them. It was tight, the tips squeezing so tight that you were sure it stung with your nails dragging along the skin there. You received only a grunt, not even of dissatisfaction but of approval? You’d like to think that was it, and there wasn’t anything that was telling you otherwise.

Zoro kissed the corner of your mouth when your head fell forward again, lips lingering there as he listened to the soft pants you were releasing near his ear. “Keep going,” he told you, helping you grind down on the fabric with pushes and pulls of his arms. You listened to him, and there was just something about that, that he liked very, very much. You following his orders? That did all sorts of things to him. Your breath hitched and he pulled his head back, looking up at you through a lust-lidded eye and taking in one of the most stunning sights he had ever seen with the way the bliss was washed over your face. One of his hands did leave your hip eventually, winding into your hair and tugging on it until his mouth found yours again.

The press of Zoro’s lips to yours made your head spin, the rush of that added to the way your core was twisting with pleasure leaving you putty in his hands. You moaned into his mouth, happy that it muted the sound as it fell quite loudly when your legs spread just a little bit more and you were pressed down even closer. Your hands found themselves on his chest after a few moments, balancing yourself as you ground yourself down harder and harder, faster. You were soaked, your underwear sticky, and you were sure that Zoro could tell with how hard you were pressed to him, your puffy clit dragging along the coarse material of his pants.

“Zoro,” you panted, begged, “Zoro, please.” You were rewarded with a jerk of Zoro’s leg, him bouncing it and making you cry out at the friction. Your head dropped, forehead to Zoro’s shoulder as you slumped against him, and you could only grip onto him tighter as he pushed his leg harder against your - at this point - barely clothed pussy. With the way Zoro was treating you your undoing came in a matter of mere minutes; the bounces of his leg, the hot kisses littering your throat, the way one hand kept a hold of your hair while the other came up to squeeze your chest again. With a press of your mouth into his shoulder you moaned, it whiny as it disappeared into Zoro’s skin. Your fingers dug deep into the muscle underneath them, your own thighs clamped around Zoro’s, and your breath ran ragged when you retreated, biting down on your lip as you rode out the last wave of your pleasure.

From where he was sitting Zoro could only watch as you fell apart over him. He watched your face twist in ecstasy, as your back arched and pressed your chest closer to his, and he could admit that it was bringing him the utmost satisfaction to see you like this. He had done this to you, he had worked you up just enough that you were so desperate for him that you found relief in any way that you could. It did wonders for his ego, but it did more for the way he was so turned on. He let you have your moment to compose yourself, but for what reason he didn’t know because it would only be a matter of time before he was ravaging you.

Releasing a sigh after catching your breath you pushed yourself up, sitting straight in Zoro’s lap again and you looked down at him, studying his face as he watched you closely. Your hand came up, cupping his cheek as your thumb swiped over the bit of the scar under his eye, gently as though you could hurt him by touching it. It was a rather tender moment, but it disappeared when his gaze turned hungry again, when he stared at you like a starved man and reached up to take your hand to pull it away.

Zoro could see you shrink under his gaze, you seemingly abashed by your desperate display, and there was nothing he wanted more than for you to know that it was so very okay. It was more than okay as far as he was concerned, especially with the way he was aching for you, and he wasn’t wasting a second of the time he had. That was why he had guided you up to your feet once more, making sure you were safe on your feet and not wobbling, and his brow was arching as a smirk rolled over his face.

“Take it off,” he said, and even though it was simple it was stern. He absolutely loved the way you sheepishly stood before him, how even though you were basically nude in front of him you still seemed embarrassed to be on display. Perhaps it was just the attention, you were in the spotlight after all, but that just made it all that more appealing to him. You took a second to stand there, to shuffle a bit, but you were looking down after a moment and bringing your fingers up to the button of the skirt. Zoro slumped into the bench a little more, arms thrown over the back of it as he watched you strip, as your skirt and underwear dropped to the floor and you stepped out of them. He took his time in letting his eye roam over you, drinking up every detail you revealed to him carefully and closely, but soon his attention was drawn back to your face and he was rewarded with this adorable bashfulness that only served to make him more stiff. Zoro shifted uncomfortably, pants far too tight at that point, and he was seeking his own relief when he gestured you over.

You made your way towards Zoro again, just a few steps away, and then his chin was tilting down so that he could look down at his restrained cock. He glanced back up at you again though this time it was expectantly, him waiting for you to make your move, and your throat bobbed with a swallow as you moved forward. When you were close enough your hand snuck down, your palm smoothing down his chest and then over the stark contours of his - glorious - abdomen. It found his belt then, your other coming down to work on the buckle that opened up quickly, and after making quick work of the button and zipper your hand slid inside to stroke Zoro’s rigid cock. His hips lifted with a deep grunt in his chest, and your eyes flicked up to see him staring down at your busy hand hidden in his pants, jaw clenched. His own eyes snapped up a moment later, catching you staring, and you flushed but couldn’t look away as he wordlessly urged you on. You drew him out then, Zoro’s bottoms pushed down enough that his length could be freed, and it sprung up in excitement once it was released.

“Well?” he inquired, tilting his head and observing you. “Since you like riding things so much, get to work.”

You could feel yourself grow incredibly hot under his scrutinizing gaze, slightly humiliated but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t both eager and excited. So you were quick to straddle Zoro, legs on either side of his hips with your knees pressing into the bench, and once again were his hands on you to guide you down onto his throbbing cock. With how wet you were it was easy, you sinking down slowly and enjoying every inch that stretched you open as you did. A moan blew past your lips, Zoro releasing a groan himself as you settled after taking all of him. You were quick to recover from it though, hands on his shoulders again as you circled your hips, lip trapped between your teeth as the friction did wonders for the delicious twists inside of you. It was slow, just a barely there movement, but Zoro was far too impatient for that.

With a good grasp on your hips Zoro pushed you down as he had earlier, raising his own to meet yours a little roughly. You mewled then, leaning heavier into his chest and letting him guide you until you picked up the rhythm he wanted, you taking over from there. It was a little sloppy, though tight and absolutely perfect when taking into consideration that pleasure coursed through him. The low growl that had settled in his chest was ripped from him when you drew yourself up and then dropped back down onto his dick, head tipping back to rest on the back of the bench so that he could stare up at you.

You didn’t notice, not when your eyes had slipped shut in sheer delight, and they remained closed until you were moving faster, harder, your pussy tight around Zoro as it clenched. Another sound fell from him after that, a strangled moan that drew your eyes open so that you could witness what it was that Zoro was feeling. You were pleased to find him still staring up at you, but it was slightly unfocused as you pulled yourself up higher and then dropped down onto his cock hard. You felt his fingers dig in harder, stinging where they did, and you watched as Zoro’s jaw tightened before his lips parted to release a ragged breath. A hand on his chest travelled then, following the diagonal line of the scar over this torso until it was holding the side of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss he quickly took control of.

It was a sharp bite to your lip first, pinching the sensitive skin between his teeth and grinning wickedly when you whimpered. Zoro licked the sore spot slowly, the tip of his tongue teasing it before it was running over the seam of your lips, and it fought its way into your mouth when it opened just a little. You moaned again, the sound vibrating right through him, and he felt both of your hands move up further to grip his hair. You tugged and he grunted at the pull his own hand flying up to tangle in your hair so that he could haul on it. It wasn’t nearly as gentle as yours was, a vicious yank that pulled your head back. He relished in the noise you made then, Zoro smirking as a broken whine slipped past your lips. Once again did he find your throat when he leaned in to nip at the skin there, you wholly exposed to his wandering mouth that was leaving a series of violet blossoms over your neck. He didn’t care, not really, in fact he hoped he could smugly enjoy the way the crew would catch on when they woke up, enjoy how bashful you would be about it.

Zoro found your racing pulse, a delicate spot that made you crumble when his teeth sunk in there. Your entire body jerked, hands falling again to grapple for Zoro’s back when a chord was so pleasantly struck when your hips ground down just right. Zoro hadn’t escaped it either, thrusting up against you in reaction and making him gasp with you. Your eyes screwed shut again, head free to fall forward again when Zoro let go of the silky strands between his fingers in favor of holding your waist. You found the pace again, the rise and fall of your hips over Zoro’s length, but now it was desperate. You could feel it swelling up again, the bubble in the pit of your stomach, and you were seeking a way to make it burst.

“Y/N,” you heard through the rushing in your ears, the sound husky as it spilled past your shoulder, and it went straight to your throbbing heat. “Come on, fuck me.”

Zoro’s order served its purpose, your body seemingly moving on its own to drive yourself harder onto his length plunging into your pussy. The sound of you fucking him was obscene, your soaked core devouring him with every bounce in his lap and breaking up the moans and pants that escaped into the otherwise silent Crow’s Nest. His name escaped your lips sweetly, a sound too pure for what was transpiring, but it only drove Zoro more and more crazy. There was no hesitation in him reaching further down and lifting you up by the ass, taking control and pounding up into you with reckless abandon. That made you cry out, you holding yourself up on his chest again as you took whatever it was that Zoro wanted to give to you; what he did was euphoric.

You were seeing stars behind your eyelids, felt sparks dancing along your skin as you were hammered into, and that chord was just getting tighter and tighter with every thrust. You heard Zoro swear, felt his face bury into your shoulder as he moaned, felt the way his hips stuttered in their job. From there you took over again, driving your hips back down and forcing his into the bench before you were bouncing hard and fast on his dick.

Zoro’s breath caught in his throat and his head fell back again, chest heaving as it tried to keep the sounds that were trying to escape at bay. He quickly failed however, when your cunt gripped him so deliciously. It drew grunts from him, groans and growls, and simply feeling you lose a bit of control made him lose it himself.

You cried out his name, slammed yourself down hard enough and just right that your world exploded. Your nails bit into the skin that was under them, surely not leaving Zoro unscathed, and they scratched when your orgasm slammed into you. You fucked yourself through it, kept drawing your hips back and forth to find a relieving friction, circling over Zoro’s cock over and over again to ride out the waves that were crashing through you.

It was that tightness that drew Zoro to the edge, some sort of version of your name muffled by your shoulder when he came. His hips surged up, once and then twice before they stilled against you, spilling inside of your tightness with a relieved sigh when pleasure spiked through him. His arms had come around your waist at that point, settling himself down but keeping you pressed tightly to him as he did. He held you then, skin sticky but ignored in favor of leaning into you, attempting to catch his breath which proved to be harder than he thought when you had so easily stolen it away.

You were in the same boat, your head laying against Zoro’s with your hands massaging along his tense shoulders which were immediately relaxing under your touch. You continued, down his arms and over his chest, and when you were a little more composed you were drawing yourself back and letting your hands find Zoro’s face. He let you lift it, let you stroke his cheeks and stare down at him as you studied him.

Zoro’s hunger had taken control of him, had fogged his mind from the very moment he realized he wanted you, but now that the haze was clearing he was hit with another realization. It came as he watched you back, as your eyes flitted over his face and drank it in while your hands felt everything they could under your palms. Your smile, the one that had started all of this, was still making his heart go crazy. The feeling inside of him still hadn’t disappeared, the heat had simply subsided.

His eye widened a bit.

Was he …? No. No, no way.

You tilted his head back and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth before laying one on his lips. It lingered, Zoro pushing into it but not nearly as crushing as it had been. He could feel it, the ache on his lips and so he was sure yours weren’t safe from it. Still, despite that, you were kissing him deep and sighing blissfully into it. He let out his own noise of satisfaction, pleased by the affection, but shortly after it broke and his eye was opening once more. Again were you looking down at him but it was with a fond expression this time, your smile still present but even more gentle if that were possible. It captivated him, had him staring at your mouth before his gaze flicked up to meet your own, and it was stuck there without the ability to look away. Up until your smile grew wider he didn’t realize he was smiling himself, suddenly aware of how content he was with you in his arms.

Shit. Maybe - just maybe! - he was falling for you.

[firefistwrites]

Intimacy 101

Luffy didn't know why his heart raced when you smiled at him, he just knew he wanted to be totally surrounded by you - scent, sight, sound, taste, and touch.

Chapter 1: I'm Joining Your Crew!

Chapter 2: Scent

Chapter 3: Sight

Chapter 4: Sound (18+)

Chapter 5: Taste (18+)

Chapter 6: Touch (18+) - The End

Pleasure; a feeling of happy satisfaction and enjoyment.

Luffy; a man made up of enthusiasm and eagerness.

You; reaped the benefits.

Luffy was selfish, but that wasn’t much of a surprise. When he liked things he really liked them, and if he could get it in excess then so be it, he’d take it! He was fast, too, and quick paired with the greed made it easy for him to get what he wanted. It wasn’t in a bad way, his selfishness wasn’t harmful or anything like that, but it was a well-known fact that Luffy kind of just took things for himself with little to no regard for those around him. It could be called a flaw, but to The Straw Hat Pirates that was simply how Luffy was.

There were other things he liked in great excess, rather there was one thing, and that was you. He had a great, big, long list of things that he liked about you. Was “like” a good word? Rather he adored the things about you, and that was because he adored you in general. He indulged in your attention, in your fingers running through his hair, in kisses and embraces, in whatever you were willing to give him which was a lot. The problem was that he just wanted so much more so that he could keep adding to his list, one that seemed to be never ending.

Now Luffy’s list was great and all, but what about your own? If Luffy’s list was long then yours was at the very least double that. What kinds of things were on there? You guessed the better question was what wasn’t on there? Luffy’s charisma, his eagerness and enthusiasm, and the way he just got so excited about everything. His laugh was just as contagious as his brilliant smile, and his nose would wrinkle when that grin stretched just a little too much. His persistence, his stubbornness, his obliviousness, those things were kind of really adorable. Even his hunger for a good fight was charming, and who in their right mind could say that Luffy was charming? Well, if that was the case, then you supposed you were a little crazy.

Yes, there were a lot of things on both yours and Luffy’s lists, and though yours was a little more private while Luffy’s was out in the open, you two were familiar with each other’s. You knew he liked it when you let him sleep on your chest, and for you he always reached for your hand because you liked it being held but were too shy to make the move sometimes. He didn’t know why, he wanted to hold your hand just as much, but the pink that coloured your cheeks when he did was too cute for him to say anything. That was another thing on his list, your bashful blush whenever you got a little flustered, and dear god did you get flustered often.

Anyway, you could talk about the lists, you could add more to them if the two of you tried, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that you and Luffy had them, that the two of you kept track of all of the things you liked about one another. Something could be said about that … right?

Those hot days continued for too long, though luckily it didn’t get worse. Once you got used to it, it wasn’t so bad! The sun was high, and its rays were relentless when they washed over The Sunny, but it was manageable at the very least. Light clothing, or a lack of it depending who it was you were looking at, was necessary to survive, and so did the precious, ice cold drinks that Sanji were whipping out for you, and for Nami and Robin as well. You were thankful for that because you were sure you would’ve been a puddle had he not been so generous. You really shouldn’t have been surprised, it wasn’t unlike Sanji to faun and answer to the “sweet call of sirens”, and while you normally weren’t one to take advantage of that you did have to say you were pulling on the string just the tiniest bit. You did feel a tad guilty though, because in reality? Well, the drinks were for only you three.

“Oi, make us some, too.”

“Go drink sea water, mosshead.”

“What did you say?!”

“You heard me!”

Well, at least you had a little bit of entertainment.

“Where do they even get the motivation?”

You looked over to Nami who was rolling her eyes before pushing her sunglasses back up, laying back down on the towel next to yours. You were on your stomach yourself, head resting on your crossed arms, and one of your eyes popped open to look at the navigator. “Especially when it’s this warm.”

“Right?” she agreed, wiggling to get a little more comfortable. “If Luffy doesn’t have the energy I don’t know where they’re getting theirs.”

You hummed, your other eye slipping open before your head lifted, and you had to blink the brightness away before you could set your eyes on your poor lov - captain. He really wasn’t doing too well, but you figured that would be the case. For some reason heat really got to him more than any other element, and you couldn’t help but feel bad about how much the pirate was suffering on the grass a number of feet away from you. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, and you couldn’t help but smile fondly as your head tipped, watching Luffy from where you were. He was starfished out, limbs as far away from each other as possible, and in one hand did he have his iconic straw hat while the other was grasping his shirt. It was too hot for that one layer, and even then Luffy was still glistening underneath the sun’s beams. The lack of his red top made it visible, and you couldn’t help but feel bad that he was practically reflecting the light that dipped into the curves and contours of his strong torso, highlighting every single muscle. His chest was shining, rising and falling with the light pants that were just loud enough that you could hear them, and you had to wonder what they would sound like coming from your bed.

Woah, hold on.

When you came to, pulled your brain out of its fog, your face was hotter than ever. You had forgotten to breathe and so it came with a gasp, and when it did you saw Nami look over out of the corner of her eye.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

That drew some attention from nearby, Luffy’s head lifting and Chopper looking over from where he was lying next to him. The doctor pushed himself up when he caught sight of your face, and he made his way over with a hoof reaching out to press against your forehead.

“N-No, I’m fine.”

“You’re really hot, Y/N, do you feel okay?”

“Absolutely!”

“You might be experiencing heat stroke,” Chopper continued, frowning. “Come with me.”

“I promise, I’m good.”

Chopper stopped and looked at you. “I just want to make sure.”

“Re -” You were interrupted when you were grabbed by the waist and pulled up. You gasped, and you only caught a glance of black when you looked over your shoulder before you were being pushed by hands on your back.

Luffy had decided to guide you, frowning deep as he did. The last thing he wanted was for you to get sick, and so he made it his mission to make sure Chopper could check you out! And no one could stop him! Not even you who was trying to stop by planting your feet, but he was stronger.

You weren’t shocked.

Luffy forced you to the entrance leading below deck, Chopper entering first and then holding open the door while Luffy pushed you in. When you turned, it was Luffy’s face in your own, and you knew right then and there that you weren’t getting away without Chopper examining you because Luffy was just far too stubborn. You weren’t surprised by that either, so you simply sighed and turned, too. You didn’t need to say anything, both Chopper and Luffy seeing your resignation, and you followed Chopper to his office. Once you got there you were led to the bed, you sitting upon it and watching as Chopper gathered some tools and pulled a stethoscope around his neck.

“Do you feel nauseous?” he asked as he came towards you, standing on a stool and watching as you shook your head. “Dizzy, dehydrated?” All no, and while Chopper figured that was the truth he could never be too careful.

It was a few minutes of discussing symptoms, of you trying to convince Chopper you really were okay and him covering all of the bases. You appreciated the care, you couldn’t explain how much gratitude you had for Chopper who just wanted to make sure the crew he was on was in tip-top shape, but this certainly wasn’t necessary. You took note that the office was nice and cool, and part of you had to wonder if Chopper was just being sneaky, but even if he was he was still making sure everything was okay.

“I just want to check your pulse,” he told you, lifting the stethoscope into his ears and then bringing the diaphragm to your chest. He listened closely, and then the door swung open and while you looked over Chopper was still hard at work.

It hadn’t been that long since you went into the office, but Luffy still struggled with his patience. That was why, after only five minutes, he made his way down to the office and barged in, wearing his own frown. You watched as he made his entrance, and you couldn’t help but smile softly at him when he spotted you, coming over.

“Hm,” Chopper hummed, leaning in a little more. “Your pulse is getting pretty fast.”

“O-oh,” you stuttered, looking at Chopper and finding your once cooling cheeks heating up again. “It’s - … I was just surprised is all, Luffy startled me.”

“It’s getting faster.”

Oh my god.

“Um …”

“You’re getting red again, are you sure you’re okay?”

Luffy leaned in, head beside Chopper’s as they both stared at you.

“Y/N, are you dying?” Luffy asked.

“No!” you squeaked, your hands flying to your fiercely hot face and you made some sort of noise into them. You shook your head, standing and stepping away from them when you dropped your hands, but you couldn’t look up. “I’m fine, I promise! Bye!”

Then you ran.

Hours after that ungodly embarrassing incident you had hidden yourself away from, you carefully emerged from the women’s quarters and glanced around after you peered around the edge of the door. It wasn’t like earlier, it had cooled down some and so the crew of The Sunny had dispersed and the deck was left free. You decided that, that was the best case scenario, and so you slowly made your way out, in desperate need of fresh air considering it had gotten so stuffy within the quarters. The sun had dipped below the horizon and everything was gray, but it offered relief because of the cool breeze that washed over your skin. You were still a little cautious as you stepped down the stairs, not wanting to be startled, but you were relaxing when you stepped onto the grass, slowly going further out.

Whatever made you think you were safe was wrong.

The air blew from your lungs when you were slammed into from the side, and you were knocked right over which sent you rolling. Still, despite the force, it was soft as you kept going and when you slowed you were on your back, staring up at Luffy who was hovering over you. Earlier you had been incredibly flustered but it was at being caught, at being called out and put in the spotlight, but this? Just you and Luffy in quietness? Your cheeks were warm, sure, and your heart was racing, but it was manageable with just Luffy around.

“Are you feeling better?” he questioned, having absolutely no problem with the way his face was so close to yours. You nodded and he grinned, sitting back on his heels in between your legs and helping you sit up, too. “I was gonna ask earlier but Nami made me leave you alone.”

You were touched that Luffy was worried, and you could only find yourself melting more and more the longer he stared at you so earnestly. “I’m good now, I promise. You don’t have to worry too much about me,” you said, your smile soft.

“Yeah, well I do.”

You were confused. “What do you mean?”

Luffy shrugged, and you could’ve sworn that he got a little bashful. “I don’t know, I just wanna make sure you’re happy.”

If you were melting before you were a complete puddle now, and your heart sped up faster than it had earlier. You weren’t too concerned this time, in fact you welcomed it because despite the speed it was just so incredibly full of this feeling that made you float. You didn’t know how to describe it, you just knew that Luffy made you feel some kind of way that made sparks jump over your skin. You couldn’t help but keep gazing at Luffy, taking every inch of his face from the small scar under his eye to the cute quirk at the corner of his mouth. It was that little spot that you leaned forward to kiss, just a quick one, and when you pulled back your smile was quite adoring. “Guess we’re pretty lucky to be stuck on this ship together because I’m always happy when you’re around.”

Luffy looked a bit stunned, jarred by the way his stomach erupted with butterflies that tried to escape any way they could. He’d never really felt his heart race in the way it was before, but he really, really liked it. It made him grin, big and bright, and then the feeling forced a laugh out of him. “I’m happy when you’re around, too!”

It couldn’t be helped, the growing intimacy of the moment despite it being so simple, and neither of you were safe from it creeping up. For you it made you a little shy, made your head swim with a lot of thoughts that were mostly about Luffy, and for him it was just warmth. You could figure it out, but for Luffy he was a little puzzled because he hadn’t ever really concerned himself with things like this. What were those things? Well, just things! He didn’t do privacy, never really considered it until he met you and wanted you all to himself. Luffy never thought about meeting a person that could make his heart hammer the way you did, and he certainly didn’t think someone could make him feel the things he felt with you. They were feelings that were still foreign to him, feelings he didn’t know about, though slowly but surely he was understanding. Rather he was learning how to understand, and he had you to thank for that because you made it easier for him to navigate through this strange situation he found himself in.

Honestly it was a strange situation for the both of you, because as much as you helped Luffy you were going in blind yourself. Just as it was with him you also didn’t expect to feel the things you did, nor did you think you’d find a person to share those things with. Suddenly that person was Luffy, and you did have to ask yourself “really?” because he wasn’t exactly swoonable, yet he had completely enchanted you. Luffy was a special person, the kind of special that some people didn’t know how to take; you knew how to do it though, and you found yourself thankful for that because he became such an important part of your life. Suddenly you couldn’t imagine days without him, what it would be like if you didn’t hear his bright laugh or see his radiant smile, and that’s when you knew you were in deep.

“Do you wanna watch the stars with me?” you asked after a long moment of just staring at Luffy, needing to pull away just to get your heart under control and deciding to look at something else instead.

“Huh?” Luffy moved when you did, watched as you lowered yourself onto your back again before flopping onto his own beside you. “The stars? What do you watch the stars do?”

You were laughing when you turned your head, cheek to the grass and eyes on Luffy. “They don’t do anything, they’re just nice to look at,” you explained, watching as your company wiggled to make himself comfortable before settling down, and then you looked at the sky again. “You don’t have to, I ju -”

“No, I want to,” Luffy insisted before you even got all of your words out, already knowing that he’d much rather hang out with you than do anything else at that moment. Any moment really, because any moment with you was a moment he wanted, even if that meant staring at absolutely nothing. It wasn’t really nothing he supposed, like you had said they were nice to look at, but what was so interesting? He guessed it was like when you watched the clouds, that it was just doing nothing and enjoying that, but right then he didn’t want the silence. Right then Luffy wanted to just do things, and he wanted to do them with you; night was closing in so there was only so much time.

“Oh, look!”

Luffy was knocked out of his thoughts by your exclamation, his attention immediately drawn to you and he looked over. You were still staring up at the sky but you were smiling, and it was just as bright as the stars above. Your arm was raised and you were pointing up, and Luffy’s eyes followed that direction just to find a streak fade as fast as he saw it.

“A shooting star!”

Luffy didn’t care about the star, he cared about how you lit up when you noticed it.

“You saw it, too, right?” you asked, looking over at him. “Make a wish!”

When Luffy looked at you again your eyes were shut, your hands clasped and resting on your stomach. Your fingers were tapping lightly, a rhythm you made up, and you just looked so content in the moment that even though Luffy wanted to do something he couldn’t think of anything else but being right there with you. Your smile, your warm presence, could he actually wish for anything better?

“Was it meat? Was that your wish?”

No.

“Yup!”

You laughed. “Knew it.”

No. No, you didn’t.

“I know we’re not supposed to say what we wish for but if it’s just between you and me, I don’t mind.”

Luffy wondered what it was that you could want. You were the kind of person that was content with what you had; no more, no less, you just liked the present. You didn’t ask for much, and when you did ask for something it was usually for more than your own benefit, you having been responsible for the splitting of the big bed in the captain’s quarters into three. You weren’t a selfish person like he was, Luffy liked to greedily bask in all of the things he could get his hands on, but you? No, you wouldn’t dare overindulge, you were too kind for that. So, Luffy had to wonder, what was it that you wished for?

“I wished that we could sail the seas forever.”

“We can.”

So simple, so to the point, but was Luffy anything else? He was blunt, he said what he meant, and to have him so quickly respond in the way that he did made your head spin. To have him look at you so genuinely after he claimed such a thing sent your heart into overdrive, made it beat so wildly in your chest that it almost took your breath away. No, it did take your breath away, and all you could do was hold it as Luffy stared back at you with something intense in his gaze. It was a look you hadn’t seen before, not with ferocity but with intention.

“Really?” you asked softly, your smile even more gentle than your words.

Luffy nodded with enthusiasm, grinning big. “Yeah! We’ll see all sorts of things!” The pirate jumped up, excited, and he held his hand out to you so that he could help you get to your feet. It was then that he led you, drew you starboard, and then his hands were on the railing and he was leaning forward. “We can go back to Alabasta and you can meet Vivi!” he said, looking back to you and then pointing up. “We can go back to the sky, too! Then we’ll help Sanji find the All Blue, and Nami can finish her map.” Luffy’s grin was radiant when his hands landed on his hips, and he stood tall under the moon as he nodded confidently. “Then when I’m King of the Pirates, we can do whatever we want!”

“Whatever we want, huh?” you laughed. “Can’t we do that since we’re pirates already?”

“Oh, yeah,” he murmured after a brief pause, brow furrowing before he exuded his confidence once again. “Well we can do whatever we want and I’ll be King!”

You were truly blown away by how much you adored your captain, admired his confidence, and you were reminded of all of that when he stood before you and made his claim. It was a statement made now and one that was made before the world; Luffy was going to be The King, and absolutely no one could stop him. You were almost jealous of his ability to just dream and believe, to commit to that and run headfirst into whatever he needed to, to achieve his goal. You could never be so bold, so for now you settled on watching Luffy power through anything and everything.

“You really will be, you know that?”

Luffy looked at you, blinking in puzzlement. “Be what?”

You smiled, stepping closer to him. “King of the Pirates, I know you will.”

That was something different, the way it felt when you reassured him. It was warm, and it was a warmth that wrapped him up completely. His heart hurt but in a good way, like it was growing too big and it was going to burst out of his chest. Luffy couldn’t contain it, the feeling that rushed through him, and all he could do was laugh as he threw himself at you.

You were laughing as well when Luffy’s arms wrapped themselves around you, holding you close to him and he forced both of you to stumble around in unsteady circles. Somehow you managed to get your arms free, managed to get them around Luffy’s waist to hold onto while you spun, but eventually the two of you did slow to a stop and then just stood there after the dizzying spins. It seemed as though neither of you were interested in moving, in fact if anything the both of you just held on even more. Your fingers had long since curled into the back of Luffy’s shirt, gripped it as if he was going to slip out of your hands, and the same thought must’ve run through Luffy’s head as well because his arms wound even tighter around you.

“I can’t wait to see it,” you whispered, laying your head on Luffy’s chest.

You couldn’t remember exactly how long you and Luffy stayed up and watched the stars, but when you woke the next morning it was warm - extra warm. Was that unusual? No, not really, because you had gotten used to it by now. Once upon a time your mornings were normal and you did normal things during them, things that everyone did. You’d wake up, spend a little longer in bed than usual while stretching your limbs one by one, and then maybe lay longer still. You’d make your trek to the bathroom, wash your face and brush your teeth, and you always had to make an attempt at taming your bedhead because it did end up being a little ridiculous more often than not.

What? You tossed a lot, okay?

Speaking of tossing, that brought you to your new morning situations, ones that had your bed accommodating a body besides your own. Stolen blankets, pillows on the floor and sideways limbs, could you expect anything less of Monkey D. Luffy? You hadn’t thought about all of those things the first time he slept next to you, when he had accidentally fallen asleep and you didn’t have the heart to wake him. Then it happened again, and again and again, and then suddenly it was on purpose and both you and Luffy realized the two of you slept better next to one another. You didn’t mind the twisting and turning and Luffy didn’t care that you fought him for the covers, but that all slowly disappeared as the two of you got used to sharing a bed. Luffy didn’t move much anymore, settling instead on letting you rest against him, and in that the blanket battle ended. Now it was just comfort, familiar, an addicting feeling that you rather liked to wake up to in the morning.

This morning was no different.

Or … well …

“Luffy,” you giggled, your hands stuck between you and the pirate’s chest which made it impossible for you to push him away and save yourself from his assault, “stop!”

“But I’m bored! You sleep too much.” Luffy, stubborn Luffy, had no time for your attempts at escaping, his arms tight around you and keeping you close to make sure your limbs couldn’t flail. Once again did his face bury into your neck, and with deliberate, quick kisses to your sensitive skin he continued his tickle attack.

All you could do was howl and try to wiggle away, eyes squeezed shut and stomach sore from the laughing. You didn’t have to worry too much about the noise, Nami and Robin had already made their way out of the quarters, and you were thankful because all Luffy was doing was making you loud. “Sto - Luffy!” you squealed when his teeth pinched the skin above your pulse. “I’m awake!”

Luffy was snickering when he pulled away, finally giving your hands the opportunity to shove his chest. He was smiling wide when he rolled onto his back while you sat up and away from him, cautiously watching. All he could do was turn his smile onto you, bring his arms up to cross behind his head, and his smile grew into a grin that was so incredibly innocent it was almost as if he hadn’t just been attacking you. “Sorry.”

As if.

You shot Luffy a glare, knowing full well his apology was meaningless, but the whole thing was in good fun so you couldn’t exactly be mad. You could pretend though, and you were pouting as you turned your gaze down to the blanket. “That’s not fair,” you murmured, twisting the fabric of the covers with your fingers.

“Huh? Hey, why are you frowning?” Luffy sat up himself, head ducking down so that he could see your face but you tossed your head to the side. He poked you then, right in the cheek, and he did it once more when you didn’t budge. “Hey,” Luffy tried again and poked you one more time, and then you broke with your “scowl” disappearing and you were laughing again. Luffy seemed pleased by that, withdrawing his prodding finger and falling back onto the bed once more. You watched as he did, watched as he got comfortable, and it was just as he was settling that you threw yourself down onto him with absolutely no restraint. Despite it being all your weight Luffy still caught you, didn’t let you crush him as he eased you down until you were lying over him.

“Because you’re mean,” you teased, though you watched as Luffy didn’t get it.

“I’m not mean!” he defended, pouting himself now. “Just ‘cause I was tickling you doesn’t mean I’m mean.”

“That’s exactly what it means, but I’ll forgive you.”

Luffy eyed you, suspicious. “You’re joking again.”

Your lips stretched into a grin and Luffy grumbled, having caught your trickery which honestly you weren’t so good at, but Luffy was certainly more than oblivious. “I know, I know, I’m the one being mean,” you said, nose brushing Luffy’s before you leaned in to give him a soft kiss as an apology. When you pulled back Luffy was still frowning, and you raised your eyebrow in question which he understood just fine.

“I still think you’re mean,” he told you, though you caught the way in which his eyes flicked briefly to your lips.

“Yeah?” you whispered and Luffy nodded, so you leaned in to kiss him again, longer this time. “All good now?” Luffy shook his head, and you smiled softly. “Alright then,” you murmured, pulling yourself up higher until you could hover over the pirate, hands planted on either side of his head and sinking into the pillow when you leaned down.

This time Luffy met you eagerly, capturing your lips and keeping you close with a hand at the back of your head. It forced the kiss to deepen, made you sigh when your head tipped, and then yours and Luffy’s mouths slotted even closer. Your fingers curled into the pillowcase just as Luffy’s hands found your hips, helping you move until you had a leg on either side of him and settled into his lap. You could feel Luffy’s own fingers twist into the fabric of your sleeping shorts, haul you closer by them, and the tight press sent a surge of electricity right through you. The kiss had to break then, just for a short moment so that you could regain the breath you lost, but you were quick to dive in again and take Luffy’s lips for your own. It was with intensity, one that you hadn’t meant to exude but Luffy made you do things without you realizing; he was particularly good at making you do those things when he had you like this.

What was that, though? The “this”? Well you couldn’t quite explain it in words, it was more of a feeling. It was just that the feeling was Luffy himself, if that made sense. When you were with him like this nothing else mattered, just the two of you in a bubble made of intimacy and passion. You guessed you could say that “this” was …

Well … you couldn’t say that just yet.

It was easy enough to flip you over, you were relatively light and particularly so when it came to Luffy’s muscle. All it took was an arm around your waist, locked and strong for you to be overthrown and stuck, Luffy effectively trapping you between himself and the bed after having broken off the kiss. You were flushed, cheeks rosy and lips pink from the affection, and your eyes were hooded when you peered up at Luffy who watched you only inches from your face. You looked pretty like this, a little disoriented by the attention you were receiving and a bit dazed from the sweet kisses. Luffy liked that look on you, and it was making him smile wide when you continued to gaze at him.

“Am I still mean?” you asked quietly, smiling back.

Luffy’s smile transformed into a grin when he shook his head. “Nope! But we should keep kissing anyway!”

You laughed but nodded nonetheless, swinging your arms around Luffy’s neck to pull him down and into another kiss that immediately ran hot. He had done a good job at working you up, but were you surprised? You didn’t exactly have the clearest head when it came to Luffy, particularly when he had you like this - kissed stupid. Yet you wanted more, needed more; if there was something you were greedy about, it was that. Luckily you didn’t need to worry about having to share, and with Luffy being as affectionate as he was you had an endless supply of one of your favorite things. So you had taken it, and you certainly were taking it now that you had a taste of it, but it wasn’t nearly enough.

You were thankful that some of your work had been done for you, that before crawling into your bed Luffy shed his shirt and then slipped under the covers with you. That left a lot exposed for you to soak up, for your hands to roam, and you drank all of that skin up with your fingertips only giving the slightest brush when they ran over his shoulders and down the arms that were holding him above you. You felt the shudder, felt the goosebumps rise when Luffy reacted to your light touch, and you smiled into the kiss when you did because you liked knowing that you did that to him. In fact, if anything, you relished in it, and you relished in the other things that you did, too; when your fingers ran through his hair and tugged he’d gasp, and when you pressed your lips to that one spot on his neck he’d let out a quiet moan on his shaky breath. You knew a lot of those things about him, you liked doing them to him even more, and yet he was the one using his own knowledge to treat you.

“Luffy …” you whispered though it wasn’t to draw him away, you rather pleased with the lips that had descended onto your neck. Your head tilted, just enough that there was space for Luffy’s mouth to move, and you shuddered when it reached sensitive skin. A kiss was pressed to your collarbone, a rough one but that’s because it was rushed, the last touch of his lips to your skin for the moment. Luffy pulled back then, put just enough space in between the two of you that a hand could slip up your shirt, and while it was tentative it was much more sure of itself than it was that one night. Luffy’s bravery brought your own, and there was no stopping this time because that hand under your top kept pushing until you took over and pulled it off the rest of the way. It was cold now that your chest was exposed to the chilly air, that was the first thing you noted, but then it was eyes burning into you and when you looked up Luffy was staring. Your confidence slowly started escaping you the longer you laid there in silence, Luffy looking at you, and you were heavily considering covering up with your hands moving but Luffy caught them with his own instead. They were pushed into the pillow, clasped, and he didn’t need to say anything else because all of your reassurances came with the kiss he leaned down and gave you. It was short but it was strong, deep, and it left you with no thoughts except for Luffy.

Now, on the other hand, you had totally consumed Luffy. In that moment there wasn’t a single thing in the world that could’ve pulled him away from you, and that was truly saying something. No, all Luffy could think about was the way you looked underneath him, the soft whispers of his name, and god … the way he could still taste you on his tongue. He licked his lips, preserving it, but that was all he had time for before he was distracted again, this time by you. You were tugging, your hands asking for freedom, and when Luffy gave it to you, you were capturing his this time. You were guiding his touch, leading it towards your chest where you then left his hands on your breasts. Then? Then Luffy froze, the supple flesh warm under his hands yet he didn’t dare move. This was uncharted territory, like extremely uncharted, and Luffy had absolutely no idea where to go from there so he just waited. Did that make it a little awkward? Kind of, but that was to be expected which was funny considering everything that had already happened.

Then again, had anything ever been this intimate?

“Hey,” you whispered, drawing Luffy’s gaze away from where he was looking at his hands on your chest, “it’s okay.”

Luffy swallowed but nodded, and it took him a second but those hands gave the softest of squeezes and you bit your lip. It wasn’t like Luffy to be so gentle, cautious, but then again it wasn’t like Luffy to be in a situation such as this, be with someone like he was with you. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you in any way and that was what was making him hesitant, but with determination did his hands tighten a bit. It must’ve been good because you pushed up into his touch, breathed a sigh and let your eyes slip shut. So he should continue, right? Right! He did and squeezed again, but his hands pulled back, though not very far. Luffy’s fingertips grazed over your nipples, already pert from the chill but even more so with the ghost of a touch, and you made some noise that had Luffy looking away from where his fingers were playing and up to make sure everything was okay. There was a smile on your face, just a small one but it was there so he could assume it was fine? And if his fingers were good, then …

A whine slipped past your lips when Luffy leaned down and swirled the tip of his tongue around one of the hardened peaks, capturing it between his lips a moment later and sucking gently. That’s when your hand flew to his hair, the locks loose in your fingers, and the other covered his on your other breast to make him grip harder. You never thought you’d say it but Luffy listened well, and he was certainly learning on the job, but you knew Luffy was smart in his own way; this wasn’t battle, it wasn’t tactic and plans, this was Luffy learning to enjoy himself by enjoying you, and have you enjoy yourself all the while. It was truly a win-win, and you felt like you could’ve lived in it forever. Unfortunately you didn’t have that time, but you did have the here and now with Luffy and that’s all you could really ask for.

“More,” you urged, and when Luffy released you and looked up at you again you were staring down at him, lip now nursed between your teeth.

You received just that nearly immediately, Luffy no longer tending to your chest but instead his hand had started working. It wasn’t delicate in any way, how Luffy reached your thin sleeping shorts and dove past them. Still, despite his determination and sometimes rough-handling, his touch was gentle when it fell in between your thighs. Your body reacted first, nervously, but once those fingers slipped through your folds you were moaning quietly and sinking your head further into the pillow.

“Like this?” The question came with another touch, a press to that one spot that Luffy knew you really liked, and you didn’t even have to answer him because your body gave him his answer. Your hips jerked when he circled your clit, slowly and lazily, and you let out a whimper when he did. It was the right touch and so Luffy continued, rubbed a little harder and listened to the light pants that escaped you as he did, and he was able to give you even more when your legs spread wider. He took advantage of that, spent a little more time toying with that little spot that drove you crazy, but it wasn’t long until his fingers were dipping between your folds and stroking through them carefully. You let out a noise then and Luffy looked away from what he was doing to make sure you were okay, meeting your gaze when he realized you were watching, too.

You nodded at Luffy, shy considering the circumstances but doing your best. “That’s right,” you told him, hoping to encourage him. It worked because Luffy lit up a bit with confidence, but despite that he was pulling his hand away and you were pouting. It wasn’t for long however, because soon Luffy had his fingers hooked into the waist of your shorts and they were being pulled down your legs. Now you were wholly exposed, nothing left to hide and your heart was speeding up at the thought, even faster than it had already been racing, yet there was no embarrassment. No, instead it was with excitement because Luffy had successfully riled you up, and now you wanted nothing more than his touch again. Luck was on your side because as soon as those shorts were gone Luffy was back, pushing your legs open and starting right where he had left off. You were wet, you could tell with how easily Luffy’s fingers were gliding through you, and then even more when one dipped into your entrance. “Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you urged, eyes shutting again as you sunk into the mattress, though it was useless because when that finger slid inside of you, you were arching and lifting off the bed.

Luffy had never been so careful in his life, holding his breath until he released it with your groan and was sure you were fine. You seemed so, in fact you seemed more than fine when his finger started pumping, and with that confirmation he moved faster. You were tight, incredibly so, and Luffy had to admit he would’ve rather felt you around his aching cock that was pressed so desperately against the zipper of his shorts. The sounds you were making didn’t help, in fact when you whined his name he could feel himself throb, and his own grunt escaped him which seemed to be lost on you.

It was true, you didn’t hear a damn thing because all you could focus on was the pleasure that Luffy was giving you. It took a second, you needing just a moment to get used to the intrusion, and when you did it was ripple after ripple of this good feeling that only your captain could provide. You knew you wanted more, needed it, and as if Luffy read your mind his thumb brushed over your clit again, and a second finger joined the other inside of you. It made you gasp, made your stomach twist delightfully, and Luffy was treating you over and over again with busy digits. Thrusting faster, rubbing harder, your head was swimming just as your insides were flipping, and you couldn’t catch your breath, and it seemed to only get worse. Okay, you shouldn’t say that, but you didn’t have too long to think about it because those swirls in your stomach were getting tighter and tighter. Then, with a particularly accurate touch, that coil snapped and you were crying out, head pressing hard into the pillow as you were blindsided by your pleasure.

Looking away was impossible, Luffy couldn’t bring himself to do it. Watching his fingers plunge into you, the way your back arched, the look on your face when your ecstasy took over you, your relieved smile - it was stunning. He slowed, withdrew his fingers from your puffy clit, and as you rode out your high he was pulling away from you completely. It seemed as though that allowed you to breathe, you panting less and less until you could regain your composure which came moments later, and when your eyes opened Luffy grinned at you. “That was good, right?” he asked, seeming eager for your response.

You couldn’t help but smile in return, take in a deep breath and nod as you released it. “Very good,” you replied, finally trusting yourself to speak and move, and that is when you pushed yourself up onto your elbows to see Luffy better. “Do you …” you trailed off, suddenly unable to look into Luffy’s eyes as your flushed cheeks darkened. “Do you want to keep going?”

“Yeah!”

You were shocked by the exclamation, loud and quick, and when you looked up at Luffy he seemed surprised himself. Had he meant to be so hungry? There wasn’t any bashfulness that came with his eagerness so you assumed yes, but also when did Luffy ever say something he didn’t mean? Never, he was far too brutally honest for that, so to have him want you in the way he did, how could you not be on top of the world?

That smile you were wearing turned even softer, and you were sitting up which pushed Luffy up onto his knees. “I do, too,” you confessed, a little shy but truthful. You had shifted onto your knees as well, across from Luffy who watched curiously as you did, and when you looked at him he was staring back with that cute look on his face. It was innocent enough, and part of you had to wonder how the two of you ended up where you were, but there was no turning back now, was there? So you moved forward and leaned in slowly to kiss Luffy, sweet but quick to deepen when your head flew above the clouds again. You lost yourself in it, in Luffy, but there was still so much more you could have, and you chased after it with a drop of your hands from his chest to his shorts.

Luffy received a bit of a treat then, a touch to the aching bulge in his bottoms where the palm of your hand offered the tiniest amount of relief. That was it though, it was just tiny, and his hips bucked to get more but it was barely there, and he grunted a little in frustration which broke the kiss. You must’ve heard it because your hand moved away from him, and when your mouth descended onto his neck your fingers started working on his button and zipper. It happened too slow, but he could ignore it a little for the way your lips felt on his sensitive skin. Luffy’s eyes slipped shut, lips parting to breathe a relieved sigh now that he was receiving affection, but they were occupied again when you stretched up and kissed him once more. It was just as long as it took for his shorts to be pushed down, but you took your time in breaking away and were smiling as you did so. One more kiss, just a quick one, and then you were falling back onto the mattress. He wasn’t safe from that image, the way your breasts bounced as you landed and then glanced up at him again, looking near pure.

You were waiting, yet all Luffy was doing was studying you, and while it made you nervous you didn’t dare move. It wasn’t as if you had anything to hide anymore, Luffy had seen you, but it was the fact that he was just looking at you so … so endearingly. If anything it just made you run hotter, and then while you didn’t hide you did have to toss your head to the side to look away, blushing hard. It was then that you heard rustling, and when you dared to glimpse at Luffy he was busy - quickly - removing his shorts. One leg was successful, you figured it would be, but then that second leg while he was rushing seemed to be the problem. Luffy’s foot got caught, and you weren’t nearly fast enough to reach his hand when he tumbled backwards with a loud “woah!”, the floor vibrating following the thud of Luffy’s weight when his body slammed into it.

“Ow!”

“Oh my god!” You were up now, a hand over your mouth and the other immediately reaching out when you looked over the bed. “Are you okay?”

Luffy popped up faster than you had ever seen, not even needing your hand. “I’m good!” he replied, rubbing the back of his head a little sheepishly considering the situation. Had he really just done that? He knew he was clumsy sometimes but now was so not the time. You were laughing, and he figured it was at him but then you peered over and gave him a smile. That hand you had stuck out raised, arm still stretched out towards him.

Leave it to Luffy.

“C’mere,” you murmured, and when Luffy took your hand you tugged gently until you were lying down again, and this time Luffy came with you to hold himself up over you. Your hands rubbed his chest, smoothed over it until they trailed up to his face, holding it when you pulled him down for what felt like the millionth kiss that morning. Regardless of that you were still spinning because of it, immediately dazed, but you were quickly reminded of the task at hand. Well, it really wasn’t a task, but you did have some pleasure to tend to when you felt Luffy’s hard length pressing against you. Slipping against you? You were soaked, you knew that much, and Luffy must’ve realized, too because his hips were slowly rocking for some friction, probably to relieve the ache.

You could do one better.

You pulled away from the kiss, eyelids heavy as were Luffy’s, and your smile was gentle when it grew. Wordlessly did you reach in between you and Luffy, careful to grasp his now slick cock and guide it to start sinking in. When you felt that your heart pounded more than it already was, and your nerves flared up but they weren’t going to get the best of you this time. “Easy, okay?”

“Okay,” Luffy agreed, nodding. It was a bit of a shift, just enough that he could watch himself slowly start to enter you, but his gaze quickly flew up when he heard you gasp. Your hands had been on his shoulders at that point, and your fingers dug in enough that he noticed which made him stop as well. His question was silent, he knew you knew what he meant, and as your fingers were releasing their grip your eyes were opening from where they had squeezed shut.

“Keep going,” was all you said, and Luffy - though a little slower - did so. It wasn’t exactly comfortable but you were prepared for that, but what you weren’t prepared for was how wonderful being full felt. That seemed to distract you enough from any discomfort, and by the time Luffy was flush against you, you were blowing a pleased sigh past his ear. You weren’t totally ignorant to Luffy’s own sound, a moan that he muffled by burying his face into your neck. He was still and you knew it was killing him, but it seemed as though he cared more about you than that, and your heart swelled at the mere thought. It took a minute - a minute of stillness, a minute of silence, a minute to just bask in whatever the moment was.

That moment? That moment was hard. Well for Luffy it was, he didn’t know about you (it was) but god, what a struggle. Still, even though he took the things he liked - and he really, truly liked this - he didn’t dare move without your consent. He received it only seconds before he became a little pouty, just a mutter of his name into his ear had him popping his head up to look at you. You were blushing, your swollen, red lip was trapped between your teeth, and you couldn’t look him in the eye, but despite your nerves your hands were still feeling over his hot skin. He took one, clasped your fingers hoping to urge you on, and he pressed it into the pillow next to your head.

“You can … You can go ahead,” you told him, and you spared a quick glance before looking away again. The wall was in your view, but soon your eyes were slipping shut when Luffy finally moved, and the rush that went through you was sheer electricity. The way Luffy’s hips drew back, slipping his cock from your wet cunt, and then how you were filled over and over again was mind blowing. It wasn’t long before you were pushing up to meet Luffy, your own hips lifting against his thrusts, and while it was good for you how Luffy felt wasn’t lost.

Luffy expected some things. The two of you had fooled around so he knew enough, but he certainly didn’t know this. You were tight around him, clenching with every thrust, and it was driving him crazy. It took everything for Luffy not to chase it, to seek out even more of his pleasure, but it wasn’t just him, was it? He had you to tend to as well, and his eyes were slipping open to see you. The twist in your face was gone, instead replaced with pink cheeks and parted lips, a moan falling past them. Even that sound did things to him, made him throb, and his free hand that was in your pillow grasped the case as his rhythm sped up. You liked that, too, a moan that was as gentle as you were escaping you and Luffy soaked it up; it was a sound that made his arousal spike skyward.

Your own lust was eating at you, licking in your belly, and it had been creeping more and more. You knew pleasure, sure, you knew pleasure that Luffy gave you, but this? Well this was overwhelming in the best way possible. If you could, you would’ve floated on the waves of euphoria forever, but Luffy grounded you with every thrust that hit you deep and perfectly. The discomfort was long lost, and all you could feel was him above and around you, totally consumed by his presence. It was all you could do to hang on, to have your hands run up Luffy’s side and until they were at his back and your fingers were digging in. Then they only dug in harder when a particularly sharp slam of Luffy’s hips had you seeing stars behind your eyelids.

“Luffy!” you gasped, your head falling back to press into the pillow when your back lifted off the mattress in an arch.

That was right, you made that clear, and in that Luffy kept it up. If that’s what you wanted then that’s what you were going to get, but if he could admit something? Well, it was just as good for him so maybe it was for some self-satisfaction. That wasn’t bad, right? Luffy was thinking about you, he really was, but with his own ecstasy slowly taking him over he couldn’t help but get a little more and more greedy. It was why he got faster, why he drove a little harder, and when he did he couldn’t help but say your name back to you, and his breath hitched when you rolled your hips to meet his. It did escape him eventually though, on a grunt that quickly turned into a groan when you clenched around him. His thrusts stuttered then, and he had to drop down onto his elbows because something rocked through his body that made him weak, and he only got weaker when your hands left his back and held his face instead, drawing him in for a slow, deep kiss that he sunk into.

With your head swimming you let your moan get swallowed when you urged Luffy’s mouth open, desperate for his taste and receiving it when your tongue rushed to greet his. Both of you were starving, needy for one another, with neither of you safe from the bubbling pleasure that was boiling quicker than ever when you begged for more, a whisper after you broke the kiss. That pushed the both of you closer to the edge, the wet kiss breaking with a ‘pop!’ when moans spilled from yours and Luffy’s mouths.

Then the high was hit.

Luffy was first, his face burying into your neck where he called out your name in desperation, teetering right on his edge before he fell off. It was with a stutter of his hips, a hard thrust that sunk his cock deep when euphoria slammed into him. Everything went hot; it rushed through his veins, right through to the tips of his nerves, and it was the best feeling he had ever felt in his life. He was throbbing as you clenched around him, as he burst inside of you, the once swirl in his stomach now sending pulses all through him. That was good and all, and Luffy would’ve been more than happy to live in just that feeling, but then you tipped off, too and it was glorious.

You didn’t have the time to hide your face, your cry loud in the quarters and bouncing off the walls, yet you were totally oblivious to the fact that there was a chance you could’ve been heard. No, it was just the snap deep in your belly, the relief when that coil was released, and then it was just all Luffy. Your head was foggy with pleasure and yet you were so aware of your captain above you, of how close to you he was and panting himself, and you couldn’t help but let him consume you. Your hands, having once more gripped Luffy’s back, left there so that they could slowly run over his muscles after your eyes slid open, along his shoulders and down his arms, coming up to his chest and resting there. You had followed that trail, watched as your fingers brushed along his skin, and when your gaze drifted to Luffy’s face you found him already staring back at you. You smiled then, a tender one, and what you received in return was just as gentle; it was a little dopey and lopsided, but soft. It was a look meant just for you.

Neither of you quite knew what to say, but did you actually want to say anything? The moment, the extremely intimate and special moment, was one to bask in. That’s exactly what you and Luffy did, just stared at one another for what felt like a lifetime, and yet you still could’ve kept going. It did end though, but it did so when Luffy leaned down and gave you the sweetest kiss you had ever experienced. You couldn’t help but smile into it, let your hands slide up until you could wrap your arms around his neck, and you pulled him even closer. That had him leaning down more, his body pressing to yours when he laid against you, and you simply let him rest. The kiss broke and Luffy’s head dropped down, face pressed into the crook of your neck, and you felt the air blow over your skin when he sighed. Another few minutes, just in quietness still under the covers while you had moved until your fingers could draw lines up and down Luffy’s strong back, but eventually you felt them shift under your touch until he was pushing himself back up. A small noise left you when the two of you disconnected, another when the mattress jumped when Luffy flopped beside you, and then you chuckled. You rolled, twisted yourself around until you were on your side, and Luffy did the same, your heads on your pillow.

“Hi,” was all you said, bringing a hand up and holding Luffy’s cheek, his own coming up to hold it against his face.

“Hi.” Luffy liked that light touch, your hand warm on his skin, and his smile grew the longer you kept it here. “Did you like that, too?”

You laughed softly and then bit your lip, glancing down a little shyly before lifting your eyes back up to Luffy’s. “I loved that.”

You paused.

“And I think I love you.” It was a quiet confession, just whispered words considering you were practically nose to nose with Luffy. “You make my heart feel so full,” you explained further, removing your hand but taking his with it so that you could place it over where your heart had started racing again. “You make me smile, and you make me laugh. I just feel so good when you’re around, you know?” You took in a deep breath, tipping your head so that your forehead touched Luffy’s, and your eyes slipped shut again as you gathered your thoughts, found the words you wanted to say. “I hate the thought of waking up and not having you here with me,” you said, holding his hand a little tighter. “So please take me with you wherever you go.”

Luffy couldn’t quite describe what it was he was feeling. He knew love - he loved his brothers, he loved his friends, and loved a lot of things! This kind of love, though? The kind that made his heart all funny just by seeing you smile? That was an unfamiliar kind of love, but he didn’t mind that. It felt good, the feeling that shot through him when you explained yourself, confessed to him, and all he could really do was smile wider and wider as you did. He felt warm on the inside, felt something that rushed through him that kind of made him breathless, and the only thing he could think of right then was how good you could make him feel - mentally, emotionally, physically. You did a lot of things to him, made him feel things he hadn’t ever felt before, and he was glad you were there to help him understand.

“I will. Promise.”

There was one more thing to add to that list from earlier, because if all of those things you told him meant you loved him, then he guessed he loved you, too.

Lesson learned.

[firefistwrites]

I don't know if you said anything in a blog because I think I'm a pretty new follower, but ever since I discovered your works about Luffy on ao3 I've been so happy reading AHAHAHA I think I've gone through them dozens of time because I absolutely idolize how you characterize him---it's just so good.

I'm glad to see you back active! I hope you're well. 😽

AH! thank you so much, i really appreciate that ❤️

i’m always so nervous when i write for him because he’s such a difficult character, but on the flip side he’s also so fun!

thank you for taking the time to read my works, it means the world to me! ☺️

[firefistwrites]

Intimacy 101

Luffy didn't know why his heart raced when you smiled at him, he just knew he wanted to be totally surrounded by you - scent, sight, sound, taste, and touch.

Chapter 1: I'm Joining Your Crew!

Chapter 2: Scent

Chapter 3: Sight

Chapter 4: Sound (18+)

Chapter 5: Taste (18+)

Ice cream was really, really, REALLY good, but there was something better.

“It’s sooooooooo hot.”

Yes, yes it was.

“We know, Luffy. You don’t need to keep saying it.”

Nami was annoyed, as were nearly most of the people of the crew. They were very aware of the weather, very aware of the clothes sticking to their skin regardless of how loose it was, and they certainly didn’t need their captain reminding them every hour. Honestly it just made it that much more insufferable because the last thing they needed was to be told again and again, the hot day doing very well in telling them that. The air was still, absolutely no safety in the form of a breeze because it just didn’t exist; the sails were empty, and the water was waveless.

In other words? The Straw Hat Pirates felt stuck.

“Can’t you do something, Franky?” Luffy huffed, turning his head from he was sprawled out on the deck and begging for mercy. “Can you build an air conditioner or something?”

You could see it, the annoyed look that crossed Franky’s face, and that was all you needed to make your move. You sat up from where you were laying on a lounge chair, in a loose sundress you smoothed out before making your way over to where Luffy was lying, and therefore forfeiting the relief the large umbrella had been bringing you.

“Alright, let’s go,” you said with a soft chuckle, holding out your hand to Luffy who turned his head to look at you now. He looked rather pitiful, and you were sure that if it got any hotter he’d melt like the rubber he was made of, so you just clutched and closed your hand a few times to urge him.

“But Y/N,” he whined, stretching out your name, “I’m too hot to move.”

You smiled, tipping your head. “Even if I had a present for you?”

Luffy hopped right up then and took your hand, grinning and dragging you away which made you trip a bit, but you did catch your footing. “Where? Come on! Tell me!”

“Luffy!” you laughed, following him but tugging to slow him down because there was absolutely no way you could keep up considering his excitement. He didn’t, but you figured that was going to be the case, so you did your best to keep up with him even though he was leading you to somewhere he didn’t know. It was when you looked back and decided you were far enough that you gave direction. “Go to the kitchen.”

“Really?!” The speed in which Luffy whipped his head around was impressive, his eyes wide and a smile rapidly growing so large on his face that it split it in half. “You’re not lying to me, right?” The shake of your head you gave him was all he needed before he barged forward, and he really should’ve been more cautious for your sake but he was too thrilled to think about that. No, the only thing on his mind was that there was a gift for him in the kitchen, and that probably meant food; he was unstoppable when it came to that.

The two of you - barely - made it safely, Luffy visibly excited as he let go of your hand and used both of his to push open the kitchen door, and it almost slammed back in your face had you not caught it. You were certainly entertained when you walked in yourself and watched Luffy look around.

There was nothing there, was the first thing Luffy noted, and he even gave a second glance around just to make sure nothing stood out but it was the same old kitchen he knew; he had his hands on his hips as he scrutinized every little detail, but soon he turned to you. “Where is it?”

You clasped your hands behind your back and hummed a short tune before answering. “Take a guess first.”

Luffy’s brow furrowed, and he was thinking hard when his hand came up to hold his chin as he wondered. You counted the seconds, seven of them to be exact before you watched his lightbulb go off. “Did you want to kiss again?”

You blinked yourself, but then you were laughing, and you could see that Luffy wasn’t too amused by that but you couldn’t stop your giggling. His brow was furrowed, a frown on his face, but he just looked so cute you didn’t have the urgency to put him out of his misery.

“You can’t say that, I always want to kiss you,” you said after a few more seconds of relishing in the poutiness, delighted when Luffy finally smiled again. He even made his move, came towards you, but you simply held up a finger and moved to the freezer. “The weather was already getting hot when we had our supply run so I thought maybe this would come in handy.”

With your explanation came the answer, and Luffy was watching over your shoulder curiously as you pulled a container out. He stepped back to give you some room as you turned to the counter and set it down, and you pulled out a drawer to grab two spoons. He still hadn’t fully seen what it was, but he got the idea when you pried the top off and turned to hand him the utensil.

“Ice cream!” he exclaimed, grinning big and taking the spoon.

“Yeah! I know it’s super boring but vanilla was all they had,” you explained, shrugging. “I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

“You bought it for me?” Luffy was curious, though caught off guard by the way his stomach flopped. In a good way, of course, everything was good when it came to you, but it was extremely unexpected because getting a gift from you? Wow, that made him feel real funny. When you looked up at him he went soft, and he was sure expression did, too, but then you nodded and turned away, pushing the tub a little closer to him.

“Only if you share though,” you said, holding your spoon out and tapping his nose with it. “I bought it for you, but with ulterior motives.” You were the one to dig in first, unaware of the way Luffy was watching you, and you only noticed when you scooped some of the ice cream into your mouth. You looked up again, though this time you paused with the spoon hanging from your mouth.

Cute.

“What?” you asked, though it was muffled. “You don’t like vanilla?”

Luffy was pulled from his stupor when you looked up a little concerned, and he was shaking his head to hurry up and reassure you. “I like it!” and he punctuated it with a dip of his spoon and a large mouthful, incredibly pleased with the flavor as well as the relief. You grinned at him then, bright and brilliant, and Luffy was happy to have you look at him like that. He enjoyed your smile for a moment, and then a pain struck through his head and he grunted, eyes squeezing shut and face screwing up. “Ow! Ow! Ow!” Luffy whined as a hand came up to rub his head, the brain freeze striking through it fiercely and painfully, and he heard you giggle despite it.

“See? That’s why I tell you to slow down,” you said after scooping up another spoonful, the utensil coming up as you pointed it at Luffy to punctuate your point. Then you went in for your bite, but you weren’t nearly as fast as Luffy who swooped in and took the ice cream for himself.

When Luffy pulled back you were staring at your empty spoon, jaw a little slack and eyes blinking. Then you pouted and your gaze turned onto Luffy, and all he could do was grin as if he was entirely innocent and had done nothing wrong. “Thanks, Y/N!”

“Hey!”

Luffy snickered, knowing full well what he had done, and he turned to stick his spoon in the ice cream. “Here,” he said, hands taking a hold of your waist so that he could hoist you up onto the counter before taking his spoon back, ice cream included, “you can have my bite!”

Your eyes crossed to look at the spoon that was held out to you, Luffy unmoving, and you flicked your gaze back up before leaning in and taking the bite that was offered to you. Luffy smiled big when you did, and you sent one his way in return as you sat up straight, then you were reaching out and taking another spoonful yourself so that you could hold it out. “Your turn,” you told Luffy, and there wasn’t a single moment of hesitation when he dove in and took it, and you were laughing when he pulled back.

“Yum!”

You watched Luffy fondly, watched as he took a few more bites and then happily hummed, obviously pleased with his treat. You weren’t interested in having more, you really did buy it for Luffy after all, but the little bit that got caught on the corner of Luffy’s mouth certainly looked inviting. So you followed through, leaned up to kiss the little bit of mess away, and you licked the sweetness off your lips when you were pulling back. You didn’t go too far though, just enough that you could meet Luffy’s gaze, and you held it when you found him staring at you for only a few seconds. Then you leaned in, and while it was slow the short distance had you meeting Luffy for a short kiss quickly, but it wasn’t nearly enough so you were leaning in again

At that point the last thing on Luffy’s mind was the ice cream. You did that to him, emptied his brain and then made it so that he could focus on only you and the way you made him feel. That was something he could describe really, because how did he tell someone that his heart went “ba-ba-ba-bump” when he saw you, or how his stomach went “whoosh!” and then “kapow!” at the same time. That was a weird one, feeling two extreme things at the same time, but Luffy just accepted the fact that around you he didn’t have control over anything and he just had to go with it. That’s what he did best anyway! For now though he wasn’t so concerned, because the feeling that came with you kissing him was one that made all of his worries disappear. As if there were any in the first place, the two of you were just in the kitchen eating ice cream after all.

Then again … the crew would be pretty mad that they didn’t get some ice cream, wouldn’t they? Too bad they weren’t going to get any of your kisses either.

Oh well! That sucks!

Luffy’s spoon clattered to the counter when his hands became more interested in feeling you underneath them, lying one innocently on your thigh but letting his fingers dig in slightly while the other held your waist. Yours hadn’t moved, staying in your lap with your spoon in one, but you were laying your utensil beside Luffy’s before bringing your own hands up and resting them on his chest after not too long. You leaned into the kiss more, tipped your head to the side and deepened it with a soft hum, and Luffy was eager to dive in himself as his hand released your waist so that his arm could wind around it instead.

It was hypnotizing, the kiss that you gave him. It was growing but it wasn’t rushed, slow and smooth instead, and that was something Luffy wasn’t too used to nor was he good at it. He was the kind of guy that went one million miles a minute, didn’t have a need or a want for a leisurely pace, but you showed him all the ways that he could enjoy it. This? Your lips melding together in the most perfect of ways? He could say that this was his favorite way to learn.

You pulled back just a bit, enough that you could take a breath, but you only had a moment for that and to get your arms around Luffy’s neck before he was closing the gap again. A smile would’ve pulled at your lips had they not been so happy to be taken over, letting Luffy lead the charge now that you had done such a good job in riling yourself up. Luffy, though having learned some patience, was far too excited to take it slow, and you were gasping when he urged your mouth open and plunged his tongue in to meet your own waiting with obedience, the taste of the ice cream flooding your senses. Luffy stepped in between your legs a little more, the skirt of your dress riding up a bit when he moved closer, but it was as the arm around your waist pulled you to the edge of the counter that you found yourself tight against him. Your knees hugged his sides almost as if you were keeping Luffy from moving, but there really was no need considering the pirate would only move if he was being physically pried away.

Yeeeeeah, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

Luffy was convinced your mouth was magic because it did all sorts of things to him, and they were all very, very good things. When you smiled at him his heart soared, and when you spoke it was the sweetest melody he’d ever heard, but when you kissed him? God. When you kissed his cheek it made butterflies erupt in his stomach, and when you kissed his lips his heart skipped a beat. When your lips touched his ear he shivered, and when they ghosted over his neck he lost his breath. Then there was that one night where your mouth …

The kiss slowed and it was Luffy backing off this time, you following him and wanting another one but not getting anymore. Your eyes popped open to Luffy already looking at you, a sliver of cockiness on his face which you assumed was because he was looking at your flushed face, and you seemed to blush even more. You couldn’t help it if he kissed you silly, okay? It’s not like you asked for Luffy to be such a good kisser, he just was. There was an eagerness he provided that made everything so intense; Luffy did always want to be the best at everything, and he certainly did try to be. You were lucky to be on the receiving end of his enthusiastic ventures, particularly when he was interested in putting in so much practice, and you were more than happy to be there as well. Even now, with your head tilted back, the kisses to your neck were deliberate, curious about what it was that you liked and didn’t.

Some … experimentation? Was that a good word? Yeah, some experimentation had already taken place, many hours lost just absorbing the “do”s and “do not”s when it came to one another. You learned that only Luffy’s left ear was ticklish when your lips touched it, and when it came to you Luffy could make you crumble with a brush of his fingers up your spine. There were things that you did that made Luffy shudder and moan out loud, and Luffy wanted to find those things that made you do the same. That was his intention when he broke the kiss, to learn all sorts of things about you, and he quickly learned one thing when he kissed the corner of your jaw and your fingers curled into his top. He took advantage of that, nibbled gently before his tongue soothed the mark, and you were sighing softly when he did. Your neck was sensitive, and while his was, too your smooth skin was just a bit more, so his trail of kisses slowed as his lips brushed over it just a touch. Those hands on his chest quickly slid up and into his hair, your fingers gripping the locks just tight enough that Luffy grunted, and you held him close to you. It wasn’t for long, however, because he was lifting his head after a few moments of treating your neck and he stared at you. He seemed to be studying you, eyes flicking all over your face, and then some determination spread across his own and he nodded to a question that he must’ve asked himself.

“Everything okay?” you asked cautiously, brow furrowed as you sat a little straighter.

“Mmhm!” Luffy smiled wide at you, and then dropped to his knees.

Oh. Oh!

“Luffy, oh my god,” you said, looking over your shoulder and then back to him, the pirate wearing a grin and staring up at you. “We can’t.”

“Why not? We’ll hear if anyone’s coming.”

He wasn’t wrong, there were a lot of steps leading to the kitchen, and they all squeaked so it’s not like the door would just swing open with a surprise guest behind it. Still, you were hesitant, but when you looked down at Luffy who just looked so eager and ready how could you not give in? Especially if you could help satisfy his curiosity with your pleasure.

You swallowed but nodded, and Luffy beamed at you before his hands were at the bottom of your dress and pushing it up the rest of the way; he had already done most of the job when he pressed close to you earlier. You held it then, curled your fingers into the material and trapped your lip between your teeth. Luffy had happily made a spot for himself in between your thighs, looking both excited and a little unsure, but mostly determined. It was a little endearing, but then that hand was back on your thigh along with the other on the opposite, and it wasn’t so innocent this time.

Luffy, for what could be along with only a handful of times, was a little hesitant. His impulsive nature came with his confidence, and he was confident that he could make you feel good even being inexperienced, but he wasn’t so sure about how to go about it. You had made it seem so easy when your mouth did those absolutely wonderful things to him, so it should’ve been easy for him, too … right? He could do things with his mouth, it wasn’t just for eating. Although, until he met you, he thought that was all he’d use it for, and yet here he was. Then, with a surge of bravery, Luffy impulsively decided to just go for it and those hands on your thighs moved, fingers creeping up and curling into the elastic band of your underwear.

Helping the best you could you shifted, lifted your hips until they were dragged down your legs and you were left exposed. Then you were blushing even more at that fact, cheeks bright red and fiercely hot, and all you could do was sit pretty and wait for Luffy’s next move. He looked up at you again, held your gaze for a moment, and then his focus went back to the task at hand and you didn’t dare breathe.

Luffy wasn’t a careful man, he was reckless and rough. He didn’t take his time, and he barely knew moderation, but what he did know was that those were things he needed to consider at the moment. It was a light touch to the inside of your thigh and you shivered, goosebumps immediately erupting all over, and when Luffy’s hot breath billowed over your sensitive skin you shuddered. He liked it, making you react that way, and he sought more when his fingers came up and brushed along your slit.

You couldn’t help it, the jolt that jerked your hips, and it made Luffy back up quick and look at you. It was with concern, with more hesitation than you’ve ever seen, but you just shook your head. “It’s okay,” you told him, bashful, “you can keep going.” Luffy paused for just a second longer, but when you nodded to encourage him he smiled so brightly at you and continued on with that famous resolve of his. This time it wasn’t his fingers though they did spread your folds, but it was his tongue running through them that gave you the shock of pleasure this time. You were a little more expectant, but even then you weren’t prepared for the way it felt, which was so absolutely wonderful that you couldn’t stop the sigh that passed your lips. It was a bit like relief; you had wound yourself up so much just waiting that when you felt it you could only sag a little. It didn’t last long though, not when Luffy’s tongue repeated what it had just done over and over again until you were trembling.

When he heard your breath come out shaky Luffy paused, taking a moment just so that he could watch you. Your eyes had slipped shut, your lip red and swollen from where you had been biting it, your fingers curled into the edge of the counter, and you just looked so stunning that Luffy was distracted. Not for long though, because your eyes slowly opened and watched him just as he was watching you, your chest rising and falling a little quicker than normal.

“Please don’t stop.”

That was all he needed for motivation, confidence, and he almost smirked with a bit of smugness but his mouth was immediately otherwise occupied. If you liked what he was doing then he was going to keep doing it, and he was going to do so with vigor only he could provide. His tongue was stronger, dipping deeper, and it flicked with eagerness which suddenly had your hips bucking after the tip swiped up. It was accompanied by a sound, a whimper, but it was in surprise and it rang against the walls of the kitchen. Luffy liked that, liked hearing all of the things that came from your mouth, and he was searching for what it was that made you react the way you did. It was a little spot, hidden away, and when Luffy found it you weren’t safe from his assault.

“Luffy!” you squealed when his tongue found your clit, swollen with excitement.

Your legs had tried to clamp shut, and they would’ve done so had Luffy not been so quick to catch them. His hands were on the inside of your thighs, keeping them spread and in fact pushing them open even further so that his tongue could thrust inside of your wet pussy. You clenched tightly around it when it was buried, and Luffy could only keep trying to sink deeper and deeper until he near suffocated. That would’ve been fine actually, he wouldn’t have minded if his final resting place was there in between your legs. The only problem was that he still had some work to do, namely tend to your pleasure, before he could do such a thing, so for now Luffy kept his face buried and continued his work.

Luffy was enthusiastic, and you were reaping the benefits. Every swipe of his tongue, every lick and thrust, it came with an eagerness that made your head swim; you were lucky to still be upright with the pleasure that was swelling inside of you. It was your hands that were really doing their job where they were gripping the lip of the counter, keeping you grounded, but even then they quit eventually. It wasn’t your fault that Luffy caught on so fast sometimes, that he committed certain things to memory, and what he must’ve held onto was that one spot that made you completely weak. Once again did Luffy give that sensitive nub more than enough attention, flicked his tongue over and over it again, but when he trapped it in between his lips and sucked you were gone. A moan, one you couldn’t imagine containing in the slightest, burst free from your mouth and your head fell back, and that hand that quit on you flew into Luffy’s hair to grip it tightly.

“More,” you begged, soft pants escaping you as the world around you became blurry. You weren’t in the kitchen anymore, you weren’t sitting on the counter, no you were on a cloud and Luffy had brought you there. You felt heavy and like you were floating at the same time, a tight swirl tense in your belly, and the feeling was only growing more and more as Luffy kept up with his work; it was work that was going well into overtime. Your plea had been heard, and Luffy’s mouth left your clit so that his fingers could take over as his tongue buried deep into your cunt. You moaned again, whined and writhed, and soon your other hand was finding its way into Luffy’s hair and you dared to pull him closer. He let out his own sound, muffled, but you didn’t hear it considering all you could hear was the beat of your heart rushing in your ears. “Right there. Please, Luffy, like that.”

You dropped demands and Luffy listened. He was, as mentioned, a little unsure and hesitant, so when you asked for something you got it. It may have not seemed that way but you were certainly the one navigating him, showing him all of the right ways to pleasure you and making sure he did exactly what you wanted. Then again Luffy was always a little extra, and he didn’t really listen all that well, so when he found exactly what it was you liked he was giving it to you tenfold. He released you only for a second, pulled your legs until they were draped over his shoulders, and with his arms tight around your thighs he pulled you back to his mouth.

At first the bit of break you had seemed like a blessing, because even though it was a quick moment you were able to breathe, compose yourself. Then, with a push of Luffy’s tongue it was like everything hit you again except this time it was all at once. No build up, just an onslaught of pleasure that put you right back to where you were. You cried out then, out of shock, out of bliss, and your head spun as Luffy brought you closer and closer to the peak of your euphoria. You were there, just about, and when Luffy gave you that little bit you needed you spiraled. That coil in your belly broke, snapped, and you were whining Luffy’s name when it all just crashed into you without so much as a second thought. Everything was just so hot, and you could barely breathe, but it felt just as good as it was sinful and you wanted nothing more than to live in your bliss forever. You couldn’t do that, not when you were in the middle of the kitchen with Luffy’s head between your thighs, but you could certainly enjoy it for the time being. You did, relished in it as your body buzzed and hummed with fading ecstasy, but after what felt like hours you were taking in a deep breath and filling your lungs with life again. Your head came forward, eyes slowly opened, and your hands were releasing Luffy’s hair as you looked down, watching as he pulled away.

Now that sight? That sight was unholy. Luffy’s obliviousness left him looking innocent, pure with his simple thinking, and his bright smile only added to that. The pirate had a sweet face, one that could fool a lot of people, but right now it couldn’t. No, in fact, right now he was looking as sinful as ever with his glistening mouth and lust-blown gaze, his fingers still digging tight into your thighs and not letting you escape just yet. Luffy stayed close to your soaked cunt, watched as your breathing evened out, and it was only then that he leaned in and gave you a few final licks to clean you up, definitely not teasing you on purpose.

Yeah, right.

“Wait! Wait, wai -” your eyes squeezed shut and your words were cut off by a whimper that came with your oversensitivity, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain when it still just felt so good. At some point Luffy did slow again though, and once more he was eventually staring up at you again, looking incredibly pleased with himself when you glanced down at him.

Luffy, with an excited smile that broke anything wicked on his face, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand as he stood. “Was that good?” he questioned, genuinely wondering if what he had done was right. With the way you were breathless and flushed he figured he had done so, the satisfaction on your face leading him to believe you liked what he had done very much. Still, he needed the confirmation, and he was waiting almost impatiently for your answer.

You didn’t mean to make Luffy wait, truly. To anyone else it would’ve been obvious, you were sure, but you knew Luffy needed reassurance if only for his own pride, but you could barely think at the very second let alone speak. So all you could do was stare, and despite his impatience Luffy just stared back and waited for you, and yet you knew no words.

“Um,” you tried, blinking the fog in your brain away, and you shook your head away to make the rest dissipate. “Um, I - …” words were still hard, so you did the only thing you could think of to put Luffy at ease - you smiled. It was a sweet one, small but soft and tender, and you shot it at Luffy until you could gather your thoughts. “Yes, that was … that was very good. Amazing, actually,” you told him, a little unsure of how to really answer in such a circumstance. “Thank … you?”

Luffy didn’t notice your struggle.

“You’re welcome!” he chirped, bending down to grab your carelessly dropped underwear and helped you back into them. Then, as if nothing had happened, Luffy turned and grabbed his spoon again, and he scooped up a bite. “Your turn now!”

You bit back an adoring smile, your head tilting as you shook it. “No, no, I’m good. It’s all yours.”

Luffy shrugged and then shoved it into his mouth, letting it melt on his tongue before his face was falling. The spoon was hanging out of his mouth when he looked down at the tub of ice cream, and he frowned deeply. He was displeased, and you must’ve noticed because your head tipped even further until you were in his line of sight.

“Are you alright?” you asked, concerned.

Luffy’s brow furrowed and he looked away from you to the frozen treat, and then back to you again.

How did he explain that you tasted so much better than the ice cream?

[firefistwrites]

Intimacy 101

Luffy didn't know why his heart raced when you smiled at him, he just knew he wanted to be totally surrounded by you - scent, sight, sound, taste, and touch.

Chapter 1: I'm Joining Your Crew!

Chapter 2: Scent

Chapter 3: Sight

Chapter 4: Sound (18+)

Luffy liked your voice, your quiet jokes, and the little sounds you made when he did something juuuuuust right.

Luffy liked your voice, though you didn’t talk a lot. It was sweet, soothing, the kind of voice that if you didn’t listen close enough you could miss it. Luffy didn’t like that, the idea of not being able to hear you, because if he could be totally honest he wanted to hear you talk all the time. You weren’t shy or anything, you were plenty friendly and polite, but you were just so … so soft. You had a “gentle disposition”, or at least that’s what Robin told him, and he didn’t really get what that meant but then he found out it meant you were kind and peaceful. Luffy couldn’t help but think “duh!” because he already knew that, why didn’t Robin just come right out and say it?

You spoke in whispers, in privacy. It wasn’t a bad thing, you were just a personal kind of person and things, unless otherwise meant to be, were between you and whoever it was you were speaking to. With Nami it was a little more excitable, you quite chatty, and with Zoro it was often a few words and mostly comfortable silence because the two of you were similar in that way. You were more of a listener with Chopper when it came to his medical jargon, but an eager learner with Robin and Jinbe who had endless knowledge about the world while you had endless questions, and with Brook you were happy to sway and sing along with him as his backup. You had an endless amount of ideas when it came to Franky and Usopp who often found themselves up to their ears in inventions, and had excited conversations with Sanji who sometimes had the pleasure - a lot of it - of having you as his sous-chef.

That was all well and good, Luffy was glad you got along with his crew, but he wanted your attention - all of it. That politeness? He hated it sometimes because when he wanted to do something with you he didn’t have the patience to wait, and yet you didn’t dare interrupt whatever it was you were doing with someone else. You had taught him to wait, sure, but he didn’t have to like it, and he really didn’t like you sharing your whispers.

The thing was that you did have some just for him.

Some whispers were playful, short. They brought silly words and quiet jokes, things only Luffy got to experience because he was often the one you’d lean towards and tell. You were funny, not a lot of people knew that, but you knew comedic timing and you were witty, and Luffy had the pleasure of knowing that about you. You made him laugh, you made him laugh loud and hard, and he could see you light up every single time he did. Making you happy made him happy, and if it was as easy as laughing at the things you said then he’d do that a million times. Not like it was hard anyway, like he had said you were pretty funny.

Others were soft promises and reassurances, the ones that came from your mouth when Luffy didn’t feel too good. He had his off days, too, bad days even, and when Luffy had those you knew he had to truly be miserable because any other time he could brush it off. It wasn’t so easy sometimes, but you made it easier with your words. Luffy would seek you out, look for some privacy when he found you, and then he just let you take care of him from there. Your gentle voice, your warm embrace, that was what he needed on those days, and you gave it to him without so much as a second thought.

There were certain whispers though, ones that were his favorite. The crew had bits and pieces of your attention, their own quiet conversations, but he did know that these ones were really meant for only him. These whispers were playful, too, but they were playful in the sense that they lit Luffy on fire, excited every part of him and made him go into overdrive. You were too innocent for the way you would lean in and touch your lips to his ear, let your breath ghost over the shell of it before you’d offer some tempting words. Then you’d just pull away like nothing happened, wearing your sweet smile that was aimed at him and a cute blush that dusted over your cheeks like you were the one flustered. No, you didn’t know flustered, not when Luffy was the one left blushing. Even he could figure out you were feeling flirty.

That night that was burned into his memory? Well, he was flustered that night.

“Luffy!”

It was some sort of celebration, one that Luffy didn’t really know the reason for. He knew it had something to do with the city he and his crew saved, but all he really cared about was the fact that they brought gifts and those gifts were food-related. After that? No thoughts, just meat. Luffy ate, and he kept eating and eating until he was full, satisfied and sated by the feast laid out by Sanji, and with his large appetite it did take some time.

Food mode left Luffy blank, and when he came to he was a little confused. When he dove in everyone else was, too, enjoying the food and chatting amongst themselves, and when he came back things were … well, they were a bit crazy. Brook was behind it, the music and the singing, his familiar and recognizable laugh cutting through the sound of the hooting and hollering. Yet, despite that and all of the noise, Luffy could hear you calling his name and his head couldn’t whip around fast enough.

When he caught sight of you a grin split his face, blinding as you approached, and he was eager to get to his feet and weave through the crowd to get to you. You were smiling yourself, fumbling a little when a particularly rambunctious pirate stumbled backwards and ran into you. You lost your footing then, and when fear struck itself across your face Luffy moved even faster just so that he could get rid of the look he never wanted to see ever again. He lunged forward just as your balance was thrown, and before your weight toppled you over Luffy was catching you, an arm around your waist and his free hand grabbing yours so that you could use it to stand. You did, and you did straighten up eventually, but even then Luffy didn’t let you go just because he liked having you so close. You didn’t seem to mind either, not when Luffy looked down and you were already staring at him with your gentle smile, the hand not holding his resting on his chest.

“Hello,” was all you said, and Luffy was confused. You must’ve seen it, because your smile only grew, and you shrugged. “I just wanted to say “hi”.”

Oh!

“Hi!” Luffy replied, laughing.

The festivities hadn’t spared you, you a little breathless with flushed cheeks and you were warm. Had you been dancing? Probably, you did always enjoy yourself when it came to these kinds of things. You were quiet, sure, a little reserved, but you were still a pirate. What pirate didn’t like parties?

“Having fun?” you asked next, and Luffy could’ve sworn you were leaning into him more but he couldn’t be too sure.

He nodded, looking around. “Of course I am! There’s meat!” he exclaimed, eyeing the table that was filling up again, but he looked back to you in the next second. “You’re here, too!”

God, you were flooded with something when Luffy looked at you so earnestly, when he said his words so easily and honestly. You could never be so brave to say exactly what was on your mind, and you admired Luffy for being able to just say what he wanted to with no hesitation. Well to be fair you admired Luffy for a lot of reasons, but that one really impressed you. You could linger on that, the fact that he could just say it, but all you could think about was what he said.

It sounded weird, and you were sure someone would look at you sideways if you tried to explain it, but being categorized with meat was an absolute honor. Did it sound sarcastic to say you were touched? It was the honest to god truth though, you were flattered, and your heart was racing just as fast as you were sure your face heated up. Luffy was saying your name, and you were trying to answer but you just couldn’t find words. You were knocked out of it when Luffy released your waist and brought his hand up to your forehead.

“Hey, are you sick?” he asked. “You’re all red.”

As if that helped, because you only blushed harder.

You took a moment, breathed a little deeply, and then you were reaching up to take the hand away from your forehead. You were holding both of Luffy’s now, tightly, and you used them to balance on as you stood on your tippy-toes. Your head moved slowly, pressing a kiss to Luffy’s cheek before your mouth was next to his ear.

“Come with me.”

Then, like an obedient puppy, Luffy followed.

The celebration was a good distraction, the amount of pirates stuffed onto The Sunny both impressive and convenient as you slipped through them with Luffy in tow. He didn’t say anything, just stayed close, and you caught a glimpse of his curious face when you looked over your shoulder to see if anyone noticed as you climbed the stairs to the second level of the ship you called your home. You spared another glance, opened the door to the women’s quarters, and quickly pulled Luffy in.

Luffy stumbled, tripped over his feet a little bit, but you clutching his hand kept him upright, and when he turned to look at you, you were leaning against the door. You were smiling at him, and he watched as your head tipped to the right while you studied him. Luffy’s own head tilted the same way, and his brow furrowed as he stared right back.

“Wait, are you actually sick?” he asked again, oblivious to the fact that you were very much not just gazing at him but rather eating him up, all the while you were pulling on his hand gently and making him step closer to you. “If you are, I can get Chopper, I don’t mind,” Luffy said, seemingly unaware of the fact that he was only inches away from you now; either that or his genuine concern distracted him enough. “It’s not any fun if you miss the party, and it’d make it super boring if you weren’t there.”

It was as Luffy kept talking that it became more and more endearing, his worry evident and your heart fluttering at that. You let him go on for a moment even though you weren’t really paying attention to what he said, smile growing, and it was only when he started to move to actually go and find the ship’s doctor did your hand tighten around his. Luffy looked at you then, and you laughed softly.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” you told him, and watched as realization slowly rolled itself over Luffy’s once puzzled expression.

“Okay!”

You were the one that said it, but Luffy was the one to quickly take action. The little space that was left between the two of you was closed, Luffy’s lips finding yours in a matter of seconds. You couldn’t help but laugh softly into it, finding his eagerness rather adorable as his hands found your hips and tugged you closer. Well, he pulled you as close as he could considering there was barely space to begin with, but he did push you a little more into the door and you let him lean into you. “Let” was a loose word to be honest, because “let” made the assumption that it was forbidden in some way when in reality there was nothing you wanted more than to feel Luffy press against you. You were blessed, your wishes fulfilled, and your hands were slipping up his strong chest until your arms could wrap around his neck.

Meanwhile Luffy’s mind was blank, everything simply instinct from the moment he kissed you. You did that to him, emptied his brain completely, and considering he went a million miles a minute all the time the silence was nice. The only thing was that he couldn’t exactly enjoy it completely, could he? No, not one bit, because he was surrounded by you and that was all he could ask for right then. You knew what he wanted and you gave it to him with a tilt of your head, the gentle, almost cautious kiss immediately deepening and you let out a soft sigh. That little sound fired Luffy up, and one of the hands on your hips left so that his arm could scoop around your waist, tight.

The dip of your tongue was sweet, swiping over Luffy’s bottom lip just as quick as he allowed entry, and his raced to meet yours with a hunger that had you just as desperate for him. Your arms left their spot from around Luffy’s neck, dropping so that your hands could fall to his chest again where they curled into the fabric of his open top. The two of you broke, but it was only for a moment to catch your breath before you were diving in again, this time even more starved than before. You pushed into Luffy, used your weight, but it was useless considering you were no match for Luffy’s muscle when he backed you into the door again. He didn’t mean to push so hard, truly, but the door rattled when he did and you let out a grunt that had him pulling back to make sure you were okay.

You were. God, you so were.

Luffy didn’t get too far because you hauled him in, taking over his mouth like you were starving. Like? That was wrong, you were actually very starved. Luffy made you that way and he didn’t even realize it, he just followed your lead. He was intoxicating, overwhelming in the best way possible, and when his being surrounded you it left you dizzy. That feeling seemed to only get more intense, surged through your veins when no part of you was left free. Luffy had shifted just the slightest bit, a leg between your own, and you nearly buckled right then and there. You were thankful for Luffy’s arm at that point, because it seemed as though that and the door were the only things helping you stand.

You were the one to break the kiss again, though this time it was for no breath because that rushed out of you and made you gasp. Luffy’s thigh pressed tight against you, and the back of your head fell to the door with the quietest of whimpers. It happened again, then again and again, and with Luffy’s arm solid around your waist and the other gripping your hip you had no escape. Perhaps that was his intention, to keep you captured and writhing a little, but you knew Luffy and he wasn’t a cruel man.

The thing was that Luffy was unaware of your own bliss because he was chasing his own. He heard the sounds you made, felt you shift against him, but his own hips were driving forward in an attempt for any friction he could get. Your kisses did things to him, like set him on fire or something that felt like that, and that was often what he sought after. This time? This time it was stirring lower than usual, and it only got better and better with every grind of his hips against yours. You seemed to be enjoying it yourself because whenever he did that you let out some pleased sound, and the only reason he hadn’t stretched up to kiss you again was because he wanted to hear more. There was, however, a particularly accurate buck of his hips that had him releasing a grunt, and you took advantage of that. Luffy’s balance escaped him when the hands on his chest pushed, and he was forced to take a few steps back which he really didn’t like because he wanted to feel you against him all the time.

A pout was what you were greeted with when your head tipped back down, an adorable look despite everything that was taking place. You smiled in response, a rather devious one actually, and you took in a deep breath before you moved. You stepped towards Luffy who didn’t move himself, but he did when you got near and yet kept walking. He had no choice but to step back, and you kept going until he knocked into the bed and fell on it. Luffy bounced, his fall having enough force that it landed him near the center of the mattress, and he was just sitting up himself when you crawled onto the bed as well.

Luffy froze from where he pushed himself up onto his elbows, watched as you knelt beside him and leaned down again. Your hand held his cheek, your lips found his again, but it was tender in comparison to what had transpired only moments before. The kiss lingered, soft but slow, and Luffy couldn’t help but follow your mouth when you started moving again; it was just a leg swinging over him, your free hand holding his shoulder. Once again did you break your kiss, but when Luffy’s eyes opened you were prettily perched and staring down at him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, wondering why it was that you had stopped. He didn’t do anything wrong, right? He was pretty sure he didn’t, you seemed to have been enjoying yourself, too.

You didn’t reply for a moment, in fact you didn’t reply at all. Though in a way you did, you supposed, just wordlessly as you leaned down again and captured Luffy in a kiss. You felt his question recede, felt it slip away when you instantly devoured his mouth, and he responded just as fast.

Lifting up into the kiss Luffy let out a soft moan when you bit his lip gently, and he was far too focused on the way your mouth felt against his that he didn’t even realize you were pushing him down into the bed. It was only when his back was flush to the mattress did he even notice, but he didn’t care when he could keep focusing on the way your lips moved against his. Although, then again, there was something that did disrupt that, and it came with a roll of your hips against his own. The way you were so perfectly pressed against him, snug, paired with your weight on top made that grind so spectacularly delicious that Luffy saw stars. Was this what pleasure was like? Luffy liked a lot of things, and a lot of things made him feel good, but never in this way. No, this was only something you could bring to him, and he would’ve been - even more - dumb to not try and take as much as possible. That was why his hands flew to your hips, gripped them tight and pushed you down even harder than you had done so yourself. Then a beautiful sound passed your lips, one that made the kiss end but graced his ears so wonderfully; a sweet, sweet moan, and then a soft whine of his name. Luffy wanted more of that, he decided, and lifted his hips to meet your own when you rolled yours once again. That was an even better feeling, when the both of you pressed for friction, and Luffy breathed a sigh of sheer relief.

The things you were feeling were indescribable. You could try, sure, say that it was this or that, but being completely honest you never experienced something like this. You couldn’t stop the rolls of your hips, the quiet pants and gentle groans and gasps. All of it was fogging your brain, and it only got more clouded when Luffy met your eager grinding. There was barely any space, pressed together so tightly that every move was felt underneath you. Finally you let your eyes open, and when you did Luffy’s were still closed. His lips were parted, his own breaths escaping quick with the rise and fall of his chest, and every so often his face would twist with pleasure when you moved just right.

To put it simply Luffy had short-circuited. There was nothing else he could feel other than you on top of him, and there was nothing else but you on his mind. The way you were making him feel, hearing your sinful sounds, and he could still taste you on his tongue; his senses were overwhelmed and all he could do was watch. You looked good, too good, with the way your eyes had slipped shut, and your lips were red and swollen which just made him want to kiss you some more. The feeling that had been stirring had grown, and Luffy wanted to chase it because it was addicting, and he was desperate. He could only keep pressing against you, met your hips with eager lifts of his own, then one hit his throbbing cock just right and a loud moan escaped him as his back arched. When the surge of pleasure faded he let go of you and pushed himself up, one hand behind him sunken into the mattress to keep himself balanced while his free arm circled your waist. There was a shift then, one that had him bucking up with a grunt.

When Luffy sat up you immediately dove in, desperate for that kiss. Your mouth devoured his when he responded, tongues clashing in a slick battle, and your hands were hurriedly pushing his open top off his shoulders, seeking more skin that your fingers got to touch when Luffy pulled it the rest of the way off before holding onto you again. You couldn’t help it with the way you were feeling, the smooth slide of your hips against Luffy’s just to seek that wonderful, mind blowing feeling that made you moan yourself. You could feel Luffy’s stiffness right against you, the seam of your shorts pressing against your wet cunt and giving you the most delectable friction that you felt like you needed to survive in the moment. You chased it desperately, greedy, and you broke from the kiss to catch your breath that had been stolen from you. Your eyes opened, met Luffy’s whose were heavily lidded and staring back up at you, and the way he was flushed and panting himself made you a little crazy.

Luffy couldn’t tear his gaze away, desperate himself and still meeting every rock and roll of your hips. The arm that was around your waist tightened, held you closer to him so that he couldn’t feel your every curve press into him, and he used that grip to bring up his other arm. Luffy’s hand was curious, your straddle letting him rest it on your thigh, and there it lingered though it wasn’t for long. It slid up, felt your soft skin until he found your shorts and his touch continued on until it was at the edge of your shirt, and his fingers tugged at it until his hand could slip underneath. Once again did he find skin, and skin was what he kept finding as he crept higher and higher with hungry curiosity - warm, soft, smooth.

“Wait,” you whispered, your voice a little weak but loud enough. “Wait, wait wait …”

Instantly Luffy froze, not daring to go any higher or lower, and he barely breathed when you brought your hands up to his face and held it. You kissed him again, soft in comparison to how hungry it had been only moments before, and when you were pulling away you were biting your lip and wearing an apologetic expression.

“ I … think we should stop,” you murmured quietly as you looked away, keeping your words within the close proximity.

“Okay.”

You looked up again and despite the huskiness in his voice he was looking at you like it wasn’t a big deal at all. You weren’t really shocked, Luffy wasn’t the kind of guy to take advantage of a situation like this, yet you were a little surprised at how easy he made it. Did you even hear him, or was that your imagination?

“What?” you asked a little dumbly, blinking.

“I said ‘okay’”, he responded as if it was the most simple thing in the world.

For some reason your heartstrings were pulled, your throat tight. No fight, no pressure, just Luffy kind and understanding. Like you said, he wouldn’t take advantage of you, but things had gotten so heated that you thought it would’ve been a little more difficult. You felt bad, guilty and apologetic, and then Luffy quickly gave you a reason not to be.

You smiled, your hands still holding his face and you leaned in to kiss him once more before dropping your weight onto him. Luffy let out some noise, a grunt in the back of his throat when he caught you, and the both of you fell back into the mattress with “oomph!”s. You were quick to push yourself up, a hand on either side of Luffy’s head as you hovered over him just as you had earlier, but this time it was with fading passion. He watched you, curious and head tilting to the side when you remained quiet, a little confused about how it was you were looking at him.

“Thank you,” you told him, leaning down to touch his forehead with yours.

Luffy shrugged. “It’s not a big deal.”

Except it was, and you could still feel just how big of a deal it was when the thick bulge was pressed to your thigh, and yet Luffy was showing an impressive amount of restraint. You had a hard time convincing yourself you needed to stop, and you would’ve been happy to continue had your nerves not gotten the best of you, but Luffy stopped when you asked him to and you were filled with absolute admiration at the fact.

God, you adored him.

You rolled off, sat at the edge of the bed and fixed your tousled hair from where Luffy’s hand had wandered at a point as you felt him stare at your back. “How about I grab some more food and we hang out in here?” you suggested, looking over your shoulder and brightly smiled at him. He grinned back, sitting up and looking rather excited and wholly distracted from what had just - sadly - ended.

“Sure! Make sure you get some meat!”

You laughed and stood, straightening your clothes and nodding. “Do you think I’d forget that?” With another glance you winked at Luffy, hearing him snicker as you did. “I’ll be right back.”

Luffy watched you go, watched you walk across the floor of the women’s quarters and then disappear out the door. His smile was lazy when you left, still a little drunk on your affection, and he sighed as he starfished out on your mattress. He was just staring up at the ceiling then, but his smile couldn’t help but stretch into that stunning grin he always wore.

He adored you, too.

[firefistwrites]

Intimacy 101

Luffy didn't know why his heart raced when you smiled at him, he just knew he wanted to be totally surrounded by you - scent, sight, sound, taste, and touch.

Chapter 1: I'm Joining Your Crew!

Chapter 2: Scent

Chapter 3: Sight

Luffy wasn't sure what it was about you in the sun, but you sure looked pretty.

It started with the lift of the sun, and ended with it sinking.

Luffy didn’t pay much attention to things like sunsets and sunrises. They were the start and end of his day, but that’s all they were to him. There were too many things he wanted to do in twenty-four hours that he didn’t care for them all that much, it just meant he ran out of time and would have to wait until tomorrow. That was the problem, because there were already things he wanted to do the next day! How was he supposed to do those new things if he had to do everything else first?

That’s what Luffy was thinking about at the bow of The Sunny, sitting in his usual seat on the lion head at the very front. He was thinking hard, too hard about what it was he wanted to do first when he woke up the next day. The sun was currently sinking, and it was definitely sinking too slow for his liking. He wasn’t tired yet, but he wished he was because the idea of breakfast sounded really good.

Hm, maybe he could get a snack in if he was quiet enough.

Then you were there, and that snack was the last thing on Luffy’s mind. He hadn’t even heard you climbing up which was funny since you couldn’t even get up there without his help last time, and he certainly didn’t notice when you stood next to him. It was only when he caught you out of the corner of his eye that he became aware of you, and he actually flinched a bit when you seemingly suddenly appeared beside him. The last thing he expected was for you to get to where he was, but he didn’t mind. In fact an excitement swelled in him so incredibly fast that it forced a grin to spread across his face, and that sunset was forgotten.

“Can I sit with you?”

Sunsets were pretty he guessed, but you were prettier.

Luffy wiggled a little to the left. “Yup!”

You smiled back at him though it was gentle, your signature smile in comparison to his large one, and all it did was send his heart into overdrive. Luffy had to swallow down the feeling that surged through him in the moment then, an incredible feeling but one that also made him want to throw up. That was strange, how could he be so happy about that? To be honest he didn’t really care, not as long as it meant you were there beside him.

“I was wondering where you were,” you told him, and his heart only soared more when he realized you were looking for him.

“How come?” Luffy pressed, seeking more of that good feeling.

“I - … I don’t know, I just wanted to hang out with you,” you told him, glancing over but then quickly looking away again. Even with the sun spilling its colors on your face Luffy could still see your cheeks go a little pink, and surprisingly he found his own warming.

“Oh.”

Silence then, but it wasn’t overly awkward. A little weird, the two of you attempting to navigate through the moment neither of you were familiar with, and yet it was still so nice. It was the company; Luffy was happy to have you in his presence, and you were content with having Luffy next to you. Slowly did that slight awkwardness fade away and the quietness that settled was nice, pleasant. Luffy found that weird, because sometimes when it was silent he thought too much, but this one brought comfort and only thoughts of you.

Luffy was the one to catch a glimpse of you now, out of the corner of his eye, and he should’ve looked away but he couldn’t. That sunset he didn’t care so much for became one of his favorite things in the world at that moment. Purples, blues, pinks and reds with some splashes of a burning orange. Yellow - no, it was gold. Gold lit the sea on fire, its waves flames as they rose and fell, and The Sunny was glowing from where it was on the water. It wasn’t the only thing though, because the way the gold washed over you took Luffy’s breath away. That startled him a bit, how his lungs squeezed empty in one go, and all words escaped him right then. Luffy wanted to say something, he wanted to talk to you because he loved listening to your voice, but there wasn’t a single thing that came to his mind when he saw you glow in the wake of the sun.

Luckily you were a little more composed.

“I think I like this better than watching the sun come up,” you mentioned, drawing your legs towards yourself so that you could sit cross-legged as well. “The sunrise is nice, but being able to watch this at the end of the day is better.”

Luffy looked ahead again, just watching. You studied him then, the best you could without staring so blatantly, and your smile turned so tender that even you were sure it looked a little lovesick. Thank god no one else was around, there was no doubt in your mind that it would’ve been commented on knowing the tact of your fellow crew mates, and there was also no doubt that, that would’ve ruined this entire moment.

That was the last thing you wanted, for this time with Luffy to be taken away. It wasn’t often that he sat still enough to enjoy stuff like this, so serene and peaceful, because that just wasn’t who he was. You knew Luffy, you truly did, and you knew his attention was lost and caught so fast that you needed to cherish what you were getting now as much as you needed to preserve it. You would’ve been happy to be there forever, just basking in the warmth of the sun with Luffy beside you, but that wasn’t very possible, was it? That was why you had to stay in the moment, why you were glad to be in a position that no one else could really touch. Dare you say it was yours and Luffy’s spot? You didn’t want to be so bold, but there in the sun’s rays, where the two of you sat in their warmth, you couldn’t help but think that maybe it could be.

“Never really thought about it, I always thought it was boring,” Luffy admitted, still staring out at the water. “It’s not with you, though.” Out of the corner of his eye Luffy saw your head turn, and his did just the same so that he could see you, blinking at the look on your face. “What?”

Luffy really didn’t know, did he? How the simplest of things could make your head spin? Clearly he didn’t because he was looking at you so expectantly, waiting for an answer because he was genuinely confused about what it was you were staring at him for. It was just that you didn’t really know why you were staring either, you just knew you were so incredibly touched and now you couldn’t look away. Luffy spoke what was on his mind, was totally genuine in everything he said, so how could you not be so flattered when he so honestly told you he enjoyed spending time with you?

The thing was that Luffy couldn’t look away either. If he could he would’ve pressed more because he really wasn’t sure why you were so quietly looking at him. Did he say something wrong? He hoped not because it was true, he really did like watching the sunset with you. Luffy wanted to reassure you of that but he was just so captivated by you, distracted by the way your face was lit up and your eyes were sparkling. Your cheeks looked soft, and your nose was cute, and the smile that you were giving him looked so adoring that he couldn’t stop himself.

You didn’t expect it, for Luffy to duck down as fast as he did. It was a smash then, of your noses and really faces in general, but somewhere among that Luffy’s lips did reach yours. It was quick, barely there, and you really couldn’t call it a kiss but in Luffy’s way it kind of was. Rushed and a little clumsy, much like himself, and even Luffy knew it wasn’t done the right way because when he pulled back his face was a bit twisted in some sort of stunned confusion.

You were dazed for a second as well, the smack to your face knocking you a little silly, but you were shaking your head clear and blinking your surprise away. Only one second passed, one where your brain finally connected the dots, and then you went fully red. Your face was fiercely hot, your now slightly bruised bottom lip trapped between your teeth, and you had to look down because now looking at Luffy was difficult. Your bashfulness slammed into you and your heart started pounding, your stomach in knots when you realized what had just happened, but still you reached up and touched your mouth softly.

“Sorry!”

When you looked over Luffy was holding the back of his hat, and he was grinning though this smile wavered just a bit. Luffy was nervous, you could see it underneath his seemingly infinite layers of sheer bravery, but there was an end to that wasn’t there? It came with the unknown, with the things Luffy wasn’t so confident about even though it seemed like such a thing didn’t exist. Clearly it did, and you were watching in real time as Luffy became sheepish by his blunt display.

The next moment was in your hands, wasn’t it?

You were bashful when you slowly lifted your head up from where you had been avoiding Luffy’s gaze, but eventually you did meet it and it was with determination. The two of you sat there, still and staring, but you broke that when you spoke.

“Can I try?”

Luffy’s throat bobbed, and he nodded.

You shuffled a little, shifted until you were on your knees and moving a little closer, and by this point you were sure your heart was going to leap from your chest with how hard it was hammering. Luffy was in the same boat, and he was barely breathing when your hands came up until they were holding his face. There was another moment of stillness, one where the both of you were preparing yourselves, and then from there it was slow.

The kiss that Luffy tried to give you was the one you gave him, the soft, shy one that was curious more than anything. How did it feel? Was it good? Was it right?

It felt amazing. Yes, it was good. Yes, it was right.

You lingered, let your lips stay pressed to Luffy’s for a number of seconds before you were pulling back yourself. You didn’t go far, in fact your noses were still brushing when the two of you opened your eyes, and smiles grew. You were laughing softly when Luffy closed the gap again, giving you another kiss, and you were letting him before the two of you actually broke away.

“Better?” you asked quietly, using every ounce of your courage to keep looking at Luffy who was the one now touching his lips, but when he looked over his thoughtfulness broke with a radiant grin.

“Yeah! We should do that some more!” Luffy exclaimed, and you blushed. You agreed though, and when you did Luffy had such a surge of excitement that he could barely contain it. How could he? The feeling Luffy had just experienced was unrivaled, something he never felt before but he wanted to keep feeling it over and over again. He knew where to get it now, and he felt kind of bad for you now that you had become the source of this indescribable rush because he was going to be chasing that constantly.

That was a lie, he didn’t feel bad at all.

Luffy was pulled from his thoughts when you moved again, and he hoped that it wasn’t to go away because he liked having you close to him very much. He was relieved to see you just sit down beside him again, though this time it was close enough that your shoulders brushed, and he was fine with leaning into that a bit. He felt you rest against him as well, a little heavier but Luffy didn’t mind one bit. No, he didn’t mind that, he didn’t mind the soft sigh you released just after, and he certainly didn’t mind it when he felt your hand brush against his. You were shy, extremely hesitant, and Luffy didn’t know why because you did just kiss him, but if you couldn’t do it then he guessed it was up to him! It was simple for him; he wanted to hold your hand so he did, slid his fingers through yours, and you were looking up at him when he squeezed. He beamed down at you, a big grin for a big feeling, and he had the pleasure of watching your own smile grow on your face. Luffy watched as you turned away again, the world starting to turn gray as the sun sank lower and lower below the horizon, and your head tipped until it was resting on his shoulder. You were watching the sunset, and Luffy couldn’t help but watch you.

Now that he thought about it, maybe the sun was setting too fast.

[firefistwrites]

Intimacy 101

Luffy didn't know why his heart raced when you smiled at him, he just knew he wanted to be totally surrounded by you - scent, sight, sound, taste, and touch.

Chapter 1: I’m Joining Your Crew!

Chapter 2: Scent

Luffy learns how to appreciate the small things.

It was the textbook definition of a perfect day - blue sky, cloudless, with the sun high and beaming down on the water below. That itself was calm, just a slow lull of waves that barely rocked The Sunny, floating underneath the warm rays coming from above. The temperature was pleasant; that sun was a little hot, but the light breeze that blew across the sea balanced it out. Well, not completely, but considering the fact that the Straw Hats other adventures were usually so hectic, they couldn’t complain about the slightly too warm weather. No, the pirates simply adjusted to it, did their own thing, and enjoyed the day.

You had found yourself trying to escape that extra little bit of heat, sitting against the trunk of one of Nami’s tangerine trees with a book in hand, in the shade. It wasn’t the most interesting of things, and often you unknowingly zoned out until you realized and then you’d go back and reread the same passage, unfortunately sometimes more than once. Still, Robin had picked it out for you, so you were dedicated to reading it; it’s the least you could’ve done for the time she took. Besides, you liked talking to Robin! It was always a peaceful conversation in comparison to other members of the crew, and sometimes you needed that among the chaos of The Straw Hat Pirates. That was why you were cherishing your moment, just in case the next chance you had was far away, and for a moment your head tipped back and your eyes slipped shut.

That was your first mistake.

Whether it was the gentle rock of the ship or the warmth of the sun, you didn’t know, but something made you lazy. It struck you like a bag of bricks once you closed your eyes, the sluggishness, and you couldn’t help but slump against the trunk a little more when you drew your knees up. It wasn’t like you to nap, you really liked having your day to do things, but today? Well today was an exception because today there was nothing to do. Hence the nap! Well, the almost-nap.

It was a battle between consciousness and the call for rest, a siren song that was certainly very tempting. You must’ve succumbed to sleep at one point because you found yourself stirring due to a light touch at the top of your head, and your eyes fluttered open. In reality you should’ve jumped into action, and there was a brief surge of adrenaline that came with the startle that told you to get up and prepare, but being on The Sunny had you feeling the safest you ever had so it went away. With that being said, you let your still bleary gaze lift slowly, and the first thing you took note of was the tan, circular rim just slightly cutting off your vision. You smiled then, just a sweet, soft one as your hand came up and pushed the straw hat atop your head back a little. Then you were greeted with brilliance, a grin that was shining brighter than the sun above, and it made your smile widen until you were grinning yourself.

“Hi there,” you murmured, voice thick with the sleep you had just experienced, and you yawned after a moment.

“You’re not turning into Zoro, are you? He’s boring.” Luffy dropped in front of you, on the grassy patch and underneath another tangerine tree, cross-legged.

You took in a deep breath, held it for a moment before it was slowly released and you unfolded, your own legs straightening out again beside where Luffy was sitting. Your arms raised above your head, stretching before one dropped back to your side and the other stayed up so that you could fix the hat once more. Playfully did you frown, reaching for the book that had fallen and pulling it into your lap again. “Are you saying I’m boring?”

Wait!

“No!” Luffy responded immediately, almost a bit panicky and he was! He didn’t want you to think you were boring! No … he didn’t want you to think he thought you were boring! You were anything but, especially to him, and he couldn’t help but be a little nervous. You looked adorable actually, with your pouty lips and puffed cheeks, but that was beside the point! For the first time Luffy wanted to eat his words, in fact for the first time Luffy genuinely instantly regretted what he had said. He meant it, Zoro was pretty boring sometimes, but you weren’t boring even if you were sleeping! Now you were looking at him like that and -

“Luffy,” you said, capturing the pirate’s attention and stopping his spiral that must’ve been written all over his face because you looked almost a little amused, “I’m kidding.”

Hmph.

Now it was Luffy’s turn to pout, his a little more dramatic than yours was but Luffy was a dramatic man. “That’s not very funny,” he muttered, brows knitting closer together as his arms crossed over his chest.

You did feel a bit bad knowing Luffy had an impressive amount of obliviousness in him, but there was just something so endearing about the way he jumped in to make you feel better. Dare you say it made you feel a little bit special? Luffy wasn’t the most elegant with his words and normally he didn’t care, but in that instant he clearly did and it was enough felt the need to reassure you. The idea made your heart beat faster.

You used your foot to nudge Luffy, breaking him out of his poutiness and making him look down at it before his eyes came back to you. “I’m sorry,” you told him earnestly, giving him a soft smile and watching as Luffy relaxed the slightest bit. He did end up looking down though, at your lap, and his arms unfolded from where they had crossed over his scarred chest.

“What’cha reading?”

You looked down, too, the book flipped open on your lap, and you picked it up to look at the cover. “Can I be honest?” you mused, flipping it around to stare at the pages. “I really don’t know. Robin gave it to me, and I have no idea what it’s about.”

Luffy laughed his bright laugh and drew your attention back to him, and when your gaze landed on him he was crawling onto his knees and leaning forward. He reached out, plucked the book right from your hand, and then all of him dropped right down onto you. Okay, maybe not all of him, but with some rocking and rolling Luffy’s head was resting in your lap and he was staring up at you.

“Read it to me, then.” The pirate held the book back up, waiting for you to take it once again before letting his hand fall to his stomach.

You blinked, a little surprised. “Really?”

“Yup!”

It took you a second to snap back, honestly wondering if you were dreaming considering the circumstances, but Luffy had this expectant look on his face that not even a dream version could provide. So a smile melted onto your face and you rested the hand holding your book on his chest, finding the page you had ended on before getting cozy against the tree once more and picking up where you had stopped.

Out loud it was much easier to follow along, and you were happy to continue on now that you had a reason to; that reason, you noted after you read a few pages, seemed entirely content. Luffy’s eyes were shut, a gentle smile lingering on his lips, and you felt the soft rise and fall of his chest under your hand as he took in slow breaths. It was nice to see him like this, tranquil and serene as he listened to you, and you had to pause your reading just to admire him.

You can’t say you were exactly calm yourself. You were in a way, the moment itself was soft and it bled into you, but your heart? Geez, is this what a heart attack was like? It was pounding and you didn’t know how you kept your voice so even, but eventually it did escape you when you simply stared at Luffy. You weren’t sure how long you had been studying him, but it must’ve been long enough because he popped open an eye and looked at you. Your cheeks went fiercely hot at being caught right then, and you bit your lip as you looked at the book again.

“Is it over? That’s a bad ending.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, glancing at Luffy again. “No, no, that’s not the end,” you said, reaching over to turn the page before your hand came back but stopped to push into Luffy’s hair. “Do you want me to keep going?”

“Uh-huh,” Luffy replied, though it was quiet as your fingers combed through his strands. You started up again, and once more did his eyes shut as he listened. Well, listening was a loose word.

He tried, he did. Luffy tried to understand what it was you were saying and follow along with the story, but he was so incredibly distracted. He was consumed by smells, so many different things that focusing on anything else was impossible.

Tangerines, that was the overwhelming scent at the moment - citrusy, sharp, zingy. It was a nice smell, it wasn’t horrible or anything, but it wasn’t the smell he was looking for. No, what he was looking for at the moment was faint.

Was it the salt in the air? An expected smell on a pirate ship that came from the water despite its calmness, the fresh breeze carrying it over and bathing everything in saltiness. The light wind was fresh, too, crisp and completely natural. That was a scent Luffy was used to considering his time on the water, and it was one that he really liked as well, but that wasn’t it.

Another thing was Sanji’s cooking, and that was floating from the other side of the ship. Luffy’s stomach did grumble, interrupting you and you paused with an expectation that he was going to run right over. He didn’t, in fact he told you not to worry about it without so much as a blink of an eye, and he knew you were shocked but you continued on nonetheless. It wasn’t that he didn’t wish for that smell to be the one to carry him away to where he could stuff his face, but even that wasn’t what he wanted!

No, what he was looking for was once a mystery to him. It only seemed to appear in passing, fade in and out throughout Luffy’s day, and he never really figured out where it came from. He was curious, and the more he smelled it the more he tried to follow it, but then something else would come along and interrupt the trail. Usually it was meat, so Luffy didn’t care after that.

Then, one day, he found it.

It was shortly after “the” talk, the one where he admitted all of the crazy things you did to him, because suddenly he felt he was allowed to be a little closer to you than before. You had just come out of the women’s quarters, freshly showered, and Luffy was incredibly eager to show you something on shore so he launched himself to where you were. Luffy was excited, almost reaching your hand to drag you along, but then he slammed right into the wall of that unfamiliar scent and he was instantly engulfed by it. It was whatever you used in there, and he immediately wanted to be wrapped up in it all the time.

It was when you were flipping to a new chapter that Luffy turned in your lap, burying his face into your stomach, and he was surrounded by that sweet smell right away. It made him smile into the fabric of your shirt, Luffy even more content with the moment now that he was surrounded by the way you smelled. He twisted himself a bit, an arm coming around your waist to pull you closer, and he sighed happily without realizing you had stopped your reading once more.

You were frozen, hand with the book in it hovering over Luffy, and all you could do was look straight ahead as your insides went crazy. Once again was your heart racing, though this time the thudding was loud enough in your ears that you couldn’t hear anything else. That didn’t matter, your mind was racing too fast for you to focus on anything anyway; the heat in your cheeks, the butterflies in your stomach trying to escape up your throat, they just went unnoticed. You dared to look down, dropped your gaze so that you could see Luffy, and you were holding your breath as you let him get as comfortable as he wanted to be. You slowly released it when Luffy stopped moving, but you didn’t dare move yourself. At least you didn’t until Luffy was making you, reaching up to drag your hand back into his hair and he snuggled his head deeper into your stomach.

“Keep going,” was all he said though muffled, and you weren’t sure if he meant playing with his hair or reading, so you decided on both. Once you calmed down enough, once those flips in your stomach slowed to a stop, you did.

You had to admit that at that point you weren’t sure you were understanding what you were reading, distracted by the way Luffy had slightly wrapped around you. His arm was strong, face buried far enough that you were sure you wouldn’t be able to escape, but did you want to? Not really.

Luffy didn’t want you to be able to escape either, though that was obvious with the way he was hanging on. He was far too comfortable for you to leave, and there wasn’t a force in the world that could make him let you go. Luckily he didn’t have to because he felt you relax after a moment, and then the story continued on.

You told him a bunch of times that he needed to enjoy things more, particularly the little things. At first he didn’t know what you meant by that because he enjoyed a lot of stuff, but one day you were watching the clouds go by and he laid down with you to see what the big deal was, and then he got it. It wasn’t about the clouds, not really, it was just doing nothing. He didn’t think that was something he could enjoy, and he was sure that if he were with anyone else he wouldn’t have, but there were a lot of things he found out he liked doing as long as it was with you.

There, underneath the tangerine tree and listening to you read, he decided that this was one of those things.

[firefistwrites]

Intimacy 101

Luffy didn't know why his heart raced when you smiled at him, he just knew he wanted to be totally surrounded by you - scent, sight, sound, taste, and touch.

Chapter 1: I'm Joining Your Crew!

There were a lot of things Luffy didn’t know.

Like patience! Luffy certainly didn’t know patience. In fact it could be argued that Luffy was one of the most impatient people on the planet. When he wanted something, when he wanted to do something, there was no stopping him. He was as strong-willed as he was restless, and that made for a combination that was incredibly dangerous. The Straw Hat Pirates certainly had their hands full with their captain, having to hold him back more often than not, but sometimes he did slip through their fingers.

That meant he also didn’t know caution, he knew recklessness and impulsivity. There wasn’t much regard for his own safety, and that paired with his impatience and stubbornness left Luffy’s pot of trouble bubbling over. It wasn’t that he thought he was unstoppable, Luffy had plenty of weaknesses, but he just firmly believed that things would work out, and that was an extremely naive way of thinking.

Then again, Luffy didn’t really know that little voice in his head, did he? He heard it, sure, but he didn’t know it, so he didn’t listen. A lack of common sense played into that, a childish obliviousness, and that was perhaps the most dangerous of all. He was just so, so, so unaware of his surroundings that he seemed careless, but the problem was that Luffy cared too much. His actions, his impulses, they listened to his heart instead of his head, and as admirable as that was it was also pretty stupid. Luffy wasn’t stupid though, not really, but he did have his moments.

There was a lot inside of Luffy, a hurricane, and that made him pretty hard to handle. Reigning someone like Luffy in? Impossible. There was just so much happening, so much to understand that it was almost overwhelming. That was why most people didn’t bother, didn’t take the time to look deeper and only took him at face value. That was fine, too, Luffy did wear his heart on his sleeve and was incredibly honest, blunt with absolutely no finesse so he said what he wanted to and meant it. It was just that there was so much more, but Luffy needed the patience he couldn’t muster himself.

You? You were patient.

You were a lot of things, actually, and while patient was among them it wasn’t the most amazing thing about you. You were kind, soft and gentle though determined, and if Luffy had met you any way and anywhere else, he wouldn’t have believed you were a pirate.

“Who are you?!”

“I’m Luffy! Who are you?”

Your eyes bugged, widened, and Luffy was impressed that you could look at him like that and keep running at the pace you were, staring. You seemed surprised, and Luffy had to wonder what it was that had shocked you so much but there were other things to worry about.

When he made it to Sabaody to meet up with his crew, Luffy didn’t expect that he’d be in the situation he was in. There were those stupid people pretending to be his crew, and then the World Government? Couldn’t he catch a break? Oh well, guess he just had to keep running. He had, getting faster and faster as he bound down the hill and towards the water where his ship was waiting for him, gravity and physics making his legs pump faster than they ever had before.

Then there was you, someone who came out of nowhere and slammed into him without warning. He went rolling, the weight of his backpack keeping him from being able to keep his footing, but when he scrambled up he was looking at you who looked as though you had been knocked silly. You had been running, too, probably for the same reason he was, but he didn’t have the time to figure that out. No, the only thing Luffy had time for was scooping you up so you were out of the way, and more running.

Hence the introduction.

“Like …” you trailed off, and when Luffy looked down at where he was carrying you in his arms your brow was furrowed, “... like Straw Hat Luffy?”

He laughed, nodding. “Yup!”

You looked like you wanted to say something, and you had started to, but a tree was obliterated next to the two of you and interrupted whatever question you had. Luffy spared a look back, and he felt you pull yourself up using his shoulders and looked, too.

Sentomaru stood at the top, a dangerous line of Pacifistas behind him, and Luffy could only see them charging up for another blast before he was looking ahead again.

“Why are you running?” he asked as if he wasn’t trying to escape with his - and your - life.

“I thought -” you were cut off when another beam scattered the ground nearby, and Luffy felt you flinch. “I thought they were after me!”

Another laugh, a loud and boisterous one that matched the grin on Luffy’s face. “Well they are now!”

Then it was sky and sea, blue and blue, when his arm stretched out so that his hand could grip the edge of The Sunny, seeing his crew waving and shouting at him. He couldn’t hear them, not when you were screaming in his ear after he launched off the ground, but he figured they were upset, they had been waiting for him after all. After that he flew faster, gaining speed, and you came with him while hanging on for dear life. He could see the beams flying past him, and with the way you had wrapped all of your limbs around him he figured you could see them coming.

Luffy landed on the deck, and while he was sure Nami wanted to yell at him you were still shrieking. It was only when Luffy let his arms drop that you stopped, yet you were still hanging on when your head turned to stare at the group who was staring right back.

“Luffy!” Nami cried. “You can’t just bring random people onboard like that!”

“She’s not random, we’re friends!” Luffy countered, totally sure of the fact that now that you had run away together a friendship had formed. “She’s …” his words petered out, and he looked down at you again, puzzled. “I still don’t know your name.”

You jumped into action then, and Luffy stumbled when you used him to push off of and put distance between you and the Straw Hat Pirates. You were pressed to portside, now oblivious to the attacks of the Pacifistas flying past them, and you were flustered.

“I’m sorry!” you said, hands coming up to show that you meant no harm. “I’m so sorry, thank you for rescuing me, but my ship is right there and -”

Luffy noticed that when you talked you always seemed to get cut off, and with another powerful beam from your attackers he could hear wood splintering. He didn’t feel anything, The Sunny didn’t shake, so that could only mean one thing. He walked then, towards you who had also turned around at the sound, and watched as you slumped before he looked over the railing.

“What? That?” he asked, pointing out to the shredded craft that was simply just floating around now. “It’s not very big.”

You sighed, hand coming up to scrub your head, and when you turned you did so with confidence. The look on your face impressed Luffy, a determined one as your hands landed on your hips and you stood tall.

“I’m Y/N!” you announced with a nod. “I’m going to join your crew!”

In that moment Luffy was in awe, stuck beside you and just staring a little adoringly as you stood your ground despite being fought against. Something funny happened then, something strange, and it started in his chest. It was a heat first, jarring, but not enough that Luffy paid it any mind. Then it was his heart, it had thumped aggressively enough that Luffy’s hand came up and clutched the fabric over his chest.

Huh, that was weird.

When Luffy shook his head, cleared whatever cloud had formed, he was smiling so wide that his cheeks hurt. It didn’t matter what his crew was saying, what Nami and Zoro were arguing over or what Sanji was squealing about, he interrupted them with a gleeful laugh and punched his hand into the air.

“Alright!” he shouted. “Let’s go!”

Thus your adventure on The Sunny began, and so did a lot of Luffy’s problems.

You fit right in, that was the first thing he noticed. His crew was skeptical of most people, particularly people they didn’t know, but somehow you wormed your way into the hearts of every member of The Straw Hat Pirates and you met them on their own level. You took the time to get to know them, to commit to memory the things they liked and disliked, how to engage with them. You were a lot like Robin actually, but whatever was different he didn’t know as per the usual, but he did know that you made his heart feel funny.

Maybe it was the fact that you took the time to know him, like really know him. Luffy was complex, about as complicated as they could come because he was such a striking personality. He was so forward, so obnoxious and open that it was easy to believe that what you saw is what you got, and about ninety-nine percent of people did that. You were in the one percent that tried to understand, that looked underneath the surface and dug a little deeper. You went straight to his heart, and you showed him that you wanted to learn.

Now it was his turn to learn, and you were teaching him so many wonderful things. You were teaching him all that stuff he wasn’t good at - the patience he desperately needed, the “play it safe” route instead of jumping into it like he usually did. That’s how it started, just the little things like that, but as he learned about those more complicated things started happening.

Why did his stomach do flips when you smiled at him? Why, when you sat beside him when he was watching the sun, would his cheeks warm up? And why did he want to hold your hand so much? Anytime you were nearby, whether it was next to him at dinner or just standing in the crow’s nest with him, he just wanted to feel your fingers through his. Now he was dumb, sure, but he wasn’t that dumb. If he remembered right those were the kinds of things Hancock talked about, and he knew that Hancock liked him so he liked you? Yeah, he got that, he just … didn’t know what to do with it.

Luffy had tried on his own, he really did, but he just got more and more troubled about it, and if there was one thing he didn’t like it was being annoyed. That’s exactly what it was, too! He was annoyed that he couldn’t figure it all out, and one day he told you that. He told you that you made him feel weird, that his heart raced when he looked at you, and all you did was stare at him. At that point he thought he had done something wrong, that maybe he had crossed a line he wasn’t supposed to, and this gross feeling surged through him so fast that he almost wanted to launch himself over the railing of the ship and to the waters below.

Luffy, brave and fearless Luffy, wanted to run.

Then you smiled.

That smile was so bright that it poured light into that yucky, black feeling inside of him, and Luffy could breathe again. When he really looked at you he saw the pink cheeks, the smile shrinking into something that looked a little shy, and he recognized that, too.

Thanks, Hancock!

Luffy was excited then, almost a little eager now that he knew you were feeling the same kinds of things, but were you just as lost as he was? Your reaction said yes, but the days that came after said no. That was where you and he differed, the fact that he didn’t know what to do while you were easily stepping through it all. You had a lot of things to teach him, it seemed, and he was kind of excited to learn.

Welcome to “Intimacy 101”.