| He is the Sun God, the embodiment of freedom and chaos. But what is it like to find yourself one-on-one with the very power he can barely contain? When his usual carefreeness gives way to instinct, you realize: the captain no longer intends to play. In the cramped cabin, beneath the creaking of the deck, his control completely breaks down. In Gear Fifth, Luffy knows no boundaries — he claims all of your attention and strength, leaving no chance for retreat.
(Sorry if some words are unclear, the work has been translated.)
The air on Egghead was thick with the acrid smell of ozone, burnt metal, and your own almost tangible fear. The island of the future, which was supposed to be a marvel of science, had turned into a blazing hell under a steel sky. You could barely catch your breath, pressing a trembling palm to a deep, stinging gash on your shoulder. Blood soaked the fabric of your top, but you felt no pain — only an icy numbness.
Your opponent was a Seraphim — a nightmarish creation of Vegapunk with the face of a young Jimbei. His skin, cast from dark, matte metal, seemed invulnerable to your attacks. The cold, calculating fire of his programming burned in the creature's eyes. You saw him concentrating energy in his palm, preparing the final blow, and at that moment, the world around you began to shrink to a single point. You were on the edge, your strength exhausted, and you simply froze, bracing for the strike.
But instead of pain, a ringing, utterly inappropriate sound in this hellscape echoed out: "Boing!", followed by a booming, insane laugh.
You opened your eyes. Right in front of you stood a blindingly white silhouette. Gear Fifth. Luffy's hair, like living clouds, billowed in the wind, and his entire body radiated such heat that the air around him melted like a desert mirage. He wasn't just fighting — he was having fun. You watched as he turned the ground into a rubber trampoline, making the Seraphim bounce absurdly, and then, with one powerful, springy punch, he sent the machine flying across half the island.
Luffy turned to you for just a fraction of a second. His eyes in this form burned with a bright red light, and his impossible, wide smile was plastered across his face. But there was something feral in that gaze that made your heart skip a beat.
The journey to Elbaf became one continuous celebration. The giant ship of the giants, the Great Eirik, shuddered down to its keel from the stomping of colossal feet. Dorry and Brogy celebrated their reunion with their "sworn captain" so hard that the sea around them rippled from their laughter. Barrels of rum the size of small houses stood all over the deck, and the aroma of roasted meat — whole carcasses of Sea Kings — overpowered the smell of salt water.
— Hey, little one! — Dorry roared with deafening laughter, his voice vibrating in your chest, making your bones rattle. He carefully, afraid of crushing it, slid a massive mug toward you. — Drink up the Elbaf rum! Today we celebrate being back at sea with Straw Hat! Gyahaha!
— Thanks, Dorry, — you nodded, trying to shout over the noise. The rum was strong and burned your throat, but you still felt that internal chill that hadn't faded since the battle.
You sat on the edge of a huge barrel, watching the crew's familiar chaos. Nami was arguing fiercely with Usopp, who was trying to beg some "ancient metal" off the giants.
— Usopp, if you dig into their bags one more time, I'll feed you to the giants myself as a snack! — she yelled. — I just wanted to look at the forging! Nami, this is a historic moment! — Usopp defended himself, hiding behind Chopper.
Zoro sat by the mast, having a drinking contest with one of the younger giants. A mountain of empty kegs already towered around them.
— Is that all? — Zoro wiped his mouth, his gaze sharp despite the amount he'd drunk. — Looks like they only drink on holidays in Elbaf.
The giant in response just hummed in approval, slapping his palm on the deck next to the swordsman.
Sanji dashed across the deck with trays. — Oh, lovely ladies! — he flew over to you. — Try this steak, I made it specially so you could recover. You need to gather your strength!
You took the plate, but your eyes stubbornly returned to the center of the deck. Luffy was right in the middle. He was inhaling food in unfathomable quantities, his arms stretching to grab pieces of meat straight off the spits.
— MEAAAAT! — he yelled. — Hey, Franky, look at the size of this bite! — SUUUPEEER! — the cyborg replied, striking a pose.
Looking at him, you felt a familiar pang somewhere under your ribs — a mix of tenderness and a dull irritation. You had long stopped lying to yourself: your feelings for the captain had crossed the line of simple friendship a long time ago. You caught yourself memorizing his every move, every inflection of his voice, and whenever he got too close, your heart would start tap-dancing like crazy.
You remembered how, a couple of days ago, you tried to hold his gaze a little longer than usual, how you purposefully sat next to him when he fell asleep on the deck, hoping he would feel at least something.
You blushed every time his accidental touch burned your skin, and you tried to lead him away from the loud feasts early, just to be alone with him in the quiet. But Luffy... Luffy stayed true to himself. He would laugh, slap your shoulder with his heavy hand, and run off for another piece of meat, leaving you alone with your feelings.
"He really doesn't notice at all..." you thought bitterly, picking at the steak with your fork. You saw in him not just a carefree boy, but that very man whose commanding, feral gaze on Egghead had made your blood freeze. And this indifference on his part hurt more than any scrape from a fight.
The feast dragged on long past midnight. Luffy, flushed from the food and Elbaf ale, was still trying to dance when Nami appeared before him like a thundercloud.
— Enough! — A ringing smack to the forehead echoed out. — Luffy, we're on a giant's ship, not in a circus! We need our strength tomorrow, we're entering Elbaf waters! Everyone to bed! Rest up and get some sleep, right now!
Luffy, rubbing the bump on his crown, mumbled something unintelligible about "just one more bite," but under the navigator's heavy glare, he obediently trudged toward the cabins.
In your cabin, you tossed and turned for a long time. Your narrow bunk, usually so cozy, felt uncomfortable tonight, and the blanket was too stifling. The silence after the deafening roar of the giants' party pressed on your ears, forcing you to listen to the steady creaking of the familiar Sunny and the splashing of waves overboard. Eventually, you gave up, threw on your cloak, and stepped out into the corridor — just to get some fresh air.
The ship rocked steadily on the waves. And then you saw him. Luffy slipped past, coming from the kitchen. It wasn't hard to guess what he was doing there — he was chewing on something as he walked, clearly having raided Sanji's fridge. You knew he'd catch hell for it tomorrow, but right now, he looked entirely content with life.
You silently followed him with your eyes all the way to his cabin. Suddenly, something clicked inside you. You were tired of waiting. Tired of dropping hints, blushing, and hoping for a miracle. Luffy didn't understand hints — which meant it was time to change the rules of the game.
You walked up to his door and, without giving yourself time to overthink it, pushed it open.
Luffy was just about to shrug off his vest. The cabin was dim; only a sliver of moonlight from the porthole fell over his broad shoulders and his cross-shaped scar. He flinched at the sound of the opening door and spun around. His eyes, still a bit sleepy and full of confusion, stared at you.
— Oh? — he blinked, puckering his lips in a funny way. — What are you doing here? Did something happen? Is your shoulder hurting again? Or did Nami kick you out to sleep too, and you can't fall asleep?
He took a step toward you, genuinely peering into your face. That was his entire nature — he only ever saw the surface. You silently closed the door behind you, and in the quiet of the room, the click of the lock sounded like a gunshot.
Luffy froze, scratching the back of his head. — If you want meat, I... well, there's almost nothing left, — he smiled apologetically, but immediately cut himself off, noticing your gaze.
— Hey, you're acting kinda weird. Are you mad I ate everything from the fridge? Sanji's gonna kill me tomorrow anyway, don't gang up on me too!
He tried to laugh it off, but you didn't budge. You stepped closer, feeling the heat radiating off him.
— I'm not mad about the meat, idiot, — you said quietly, stopping a step away from him. — Do you really not understand a thing?
Luffy stopped smiling. He tilted his head, and his gaze turned serious. He felt the shift in the air of the room. — Understand what? You're not acting like you usually do. What am I supposed to understand?
You looked him straight in the eyes.
— Luffy, I'm here because I'm tired of waiting for you to notice anything. You became a Yonko, but you're still blind to what's happening right under your nose.
Luffy stayed silent. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. — Notice what? — his voice dropped, losing its usual bright ring. — Tell me straight. I'm no good at guessing.
You took a deep breath. The air in the cabin felt scorching. You didn't bother answering with words — they had lost their meaning. Your hands slowly reached up to the ties of your clothes. You didn't look away, watching his pupils dilate as the fabric softly slipped off your shoulders and fell to the floor.
When you bared your breasts, Luffy didn't flinch. It didn't shock him — he had seen enough in his travels that nudity alone wouldn't strip him of his composure. But now, everything was different. His gaze, usually clear and open, grew heavy, almost palpable. He slowly dragged his eyes over you, lingering on every curve, and in that silence, you felt the tension pull taut between you.
He leaned forward, closing the minuscule distance that remained. Now you could feel the heat rolling off his body and hear his heart beating. He froze, waiting for your next move, and in his eyes, there was no longer a trace of that childishness everyone was so used to.
You slowly, inch by inch, sank to your knees in front of him. Your palms slid down his thighs, and you felt his muscles tense under your fingers. Luffy went completely still, his breathing quickening as his fingers instinctively dug into the edge of the bunk.
Your hands confidently settled on the waistband of his shorts. With one smooth motion, you pulled them down, completely freeing him. His cock, already hard, sprang free from the fabric, and you felt the intense heat radiating from it. Luffy exhaled sharply, loudly through his nose, as if he'd been struck, the moment you first grazed his length with your fingertips. His jaw clenched so tight that harsh ridges stood out on his cheekbones. He pressed his lips together until they turned white, rendering his mouth into a thin, tight line. His entire demeanor screamed of extreme, agonizing focus.
You moved closer, wrapping your palm around his base. His body, so accustomed to pain and physical exertion, was now trembling slightly from an entirely different kind of tension. He wasn't looking at you anymore; his gaze was fixed on the wall.
When you leaned in and first touched his tip with your tongue, his back arched sharply, his toes curling and digging painfully into the floorboards. He didn't make a sound, only that heavy, suppressed breathing through his nose betraying his state. His entire "rubbery" nature now seemed stretched to its absolute limit, like a string ready to snap and shatter the cabin to splinters.
You slowly parted your lips and began to take him in, feeling him pulse right against your tongue. Luffy swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple jerking.
At some point, his hand slipped from the edge of the bed — he couldn't hold back anymore. His palm, warm and heavy, clamped down on the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. It wasn't a gentle touch; he gripped you firmly, almost roughly, forcing you to freeze for a moment and tilt your head back.
His gaze finally met yours. There wasn't a single trace of the goofy captain left. You took him into your mouth again, much deeper this time, swallowing him down almost to the base, feeling him stretch your throat. Luffy exhaled sharply, and his fingers in your hair tightened even more, almost pulling your face flush against his groin. He wasn't staring at the wall anymore — he was completely consumed by what you were doing, his hips beginning to involuntarily, erratically thrust forward, answering your touch.
Every movement you made dragged a short, husky intake of breath out of him.
— More... — he forced out through his teeth.
You felt his stomach tighten as his hips moved faster. Luffy was breathing loudly through his mouth, his face contorted with strain — he was right on the edge, and that final thread of control was ready to snap. He stopped trying to hold back, his movements turning harder, demanding more and more from you.
With a low, raspy moan, Luffy jerked forward, his body bowing. A hot, thick spurt of his seed shot into your mouth, filling it completely. He didn't stop right away, continuing to thrust until the very last drops left him. His fingers dug painfully into your scalp, holding you tightly against him as he breathed heavily, raggedly, trying to catch his breath.
You didn't even have time to recover, didn't even have time to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. Luffy abruptly yanked you up. The world tilted, and the next second, your back slammed into the hard mattress of his bunk. He hovered over you, pinning you to the bed with his body. His face was inches away, his eyes burning with a dark, dangerous fire.
— You started this, — he rasped, and there wasn't a hint of his usual kindness in his voice. It was the voice of a man claiming what was his.
His hand, warm and calloused, slipped to the collar of your cloak. A rip echoed — he didn't bother with the clasps, simply tearing the fabric apart with one powerful move. Luffy wasn't wasting time on tenderness.
He ripped off his remaining clothes, tossing them aside. His scar-covered body was taut, his skin literally burning to the touch. Without standing on ceremony, Luffy spread your legs with his knee, settling between your thighs. You felt his unbearable heat as he hovered over you, pressing your knees against your chest.
He looked you dead in the eye. Then, he roughly grabbed your leg, lifting it and tossing it over his shoulder. This gesture stripped you of any chance to resist, leaving you entirely open to him.
Luffy surged forward and slowly, inch by inch, began to enter. You involuntarily arched your back, your fingers digging into his shoulders, and threw your head back, gasping for air.
Luffy froze. He stopped completely inside you, giving your body a moment to adjust to his girth. His breathing, heavy and ragged, scorched your neck and ear. And then he began to move.
At first, it was short, deliberate thrusts, but with every stroke, he pushed deeper until his pelvis was crashing against your thighs. Time and time again, he drove into you to the hilt, filling you past your limit. The rhythm turned brutal, primal. Luffy showed no mercy: he changed his angle to hit even deeper, making you moan and choke on your own breath. He laced his fingers with yours, pinning your hands to the mattress, dominating you with all his weight. You felt every ridge of his muscles, every scar on his body.
In the very heat of it, when you were already on the edge, when sparks began to dance in your vision, Luffy abruptly stopped. The world around you froze, only the creaking of the cabin and your frantic heartbeat breaking the silence. You looked up at him, bewildered as to why he had stopped when you needed the release so badly. His face had changed.
He gave you no time for questions and didn't utter a word. Luffy roughly grabbed your hips and, with one powerful jerk, flipped you onto your stomach. You barely had time to brace yourself, your face burying into the pillow, before you felt him unceremoniously lifting your hips, forcing you onto all fours.
The next instant, the air in the cabin seemed to boil. You heard that distinct sound — "Boing!", and a booming, insane laugh echoed through the room. But there wasn't a drop of amusement in it.
A jolt of electricity shot through your body with the realization: Luffy was using Gear Fifth. His skin turned blindingly white, and his hair transformed into a living, billowing cloud. You could feel pure energy radiating off him, making the sheets beneath you vibrate.
He didn't wait — he entered you from behind, sharply and terrifyingly deep. Gear Fifth changed everything. His body became even more elastic and powerful at the same time. Every thrust now felt like a force of nature hitting you. You felt him stretching you from the inside in a way no normal human ever could. It was pushing the boundaries of what was possible. The world exploded with color as he began to speed up.
— Slower... Luffy, slower! — you whispered, breathless, pressing your face into the pillow.
But he wasn't listening. The laugh cut off, replaced by a heavy growl. He was literally hammering himself into you, not giving you a single second to recover.
His palm slammed down hard on the back of your head. He roughly shoved your face into the pillows, stripping you of the ability to even turn your head. With his other hand, he gripped your thigh, leaving red marks from his fingers on your skin. You could feel his chest pressing against your back, his body pounding into you in a frenzied rhythm.
An agonizing moan tore from your chest, instantly muffled by the pillow he kept your head pressed into with his heavy hand. His movements grew even harsher. He lifted you higher by your waist, forcing your lower back to arch to its absolute limit, and began to thrust at an angle so intense you almost passed out from the overwhelming sensation.
— Luffy... I... — you tried to say something, but your voice broke into a sob.
He didn't answer. His grip on the back of your head became almost painful; he forced you to take every single one of his strikes completely, allowing not an inch of room to retreat. You felt everything pulsating inside, adjusting to his inhuman pace. Luffy sped up even more, driving himself into you to the very base. The cabin filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and loud, wet slaps.
At some point, he violently grabbed your shoulders, turning your torso around without slipping out of you a single millimeter. His eyes, glowing red in the dim light, locked onto your face. He looked like a wild, primal god who had finally found a way to unleash all the tension that had been building inside him since Egghead.
— Look at me, — he rasped, and it was the only thing he had said this whole time.
His movements became absolutely devastating. You felt everything inside you pulled taut to the breaking point, every cell in your body vibrating to the beat of his insane rhythm. Gear Fifth wasn't just exhausting you — it was driving your senses to their boiling point. The pleasure, mixed with a sharp, almost painful throbbing, flared low in your stomach and crashed over your mind like an avalanche.
You screamed, your fingers locking in a death grip on the crumpled sheets as your muscles spasmed violently around him. The world before your eyes finally shattered into white sparks. Your body arched in profound ecstasy, answering his every crushing thrust. You clung to the sheets, gasping for air from the sheer power of it.
Luffy's whole body tensed, his muscles turning hard as steel. With a low, broken grunt, he delivered his final, deepest, and sharpest thrusts, literally branding you into the bed. You felt that unbelievable, scorching heat filling you up to the brim. He continued to shudder through a massive release, refusing to let go of your hair, pressing you painfully down into the mattress until your shared moans faded into the heavy, stifling air of the cabin.
When the white glow of Gear Fifth finally faded, Luffy didn't immediately pull out. He collapsed on top of you with his full, suddenly heavy weight, pressing you into the mattress. His heart was hammering against your back so hard it felt like it might break his ribs.
— Luffy... — you rasped, trying to gulp down some air. Your voice was hoarse from screaming, and your throat felt raw. — You're... you're going to crush me, you idiot.
He let out a muffled sound — something between an exhale and a hum. Slowly, as if reluctantly, he rolled onto his side, but immediately draped his leg and arm over you, pulling you flush against him in a completely possessive hold.
— And what was that? — you stared into his eyes, trying to catch his gaze in the dim light. — Did you even realize what you were doing? I asked you to slow down, and you decided to just drill right through me with your Gear!
Luffy blinked, his eyes gradually returning to their usual clarity, though sparks of the recent madness still flickered in their depths. He sniffled and gave an awkward smile — that signature, wide grin of his, but it looked different now.
— Well... — he scratched the back of his head with his free hand, not loosening his embrace. — Sorry. It's just... everything inside started pounding like crazy. You came in yourself, locked the door. I didn't think it would be like that. You're not mad, are you?
— Mad? — you scoffed, though everything inside you was still vibrating from the aftershocks of pleasure. — I almost died in there, Luffy! You literally have zero brakes in that Gear. My whole body is going to ache for a week now. How am I supposed to show my face on Elbaf tomorrow? Nami will figure it out immediately just from how I walk.
— Well, we'll tell her you fell off a barrel! — Luffy laughed, but quickly fell silent when you gave him a sharp pinch on his side. — Ow! What was that for?
— For being unbearable, — you pressed your forehead against his shoulder, feeling the exhaustion finally washing over you. — But... thank you. For finally stopping pretending you didn't notice anything.
Luffy went quiet. He hugged you tighter, burying his nose in your hair. — I wasn't pretending, — he mumbled quietly, drifting off to sleep. — It's just... it was complicated. But I'm never letting you go anywhere now. Got it?
You wanted to reply, to make a sarcastic remark about his appetites, but you felt his breathing even out. The Pirate King had passed out instantly, clutching you in his arms like the most precious treasure in the Grand Line.
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