Boyfriend!Ace has a serious problem whenever he’s away from you for too long. No matter how many hours he spends alone in his bunk or in some random inn, he just can’t finish. His hand wraps around his cock, stroking desperately, thumb teasing the sensitive head just the way you do… but it’s never enough. Nothing feels as warm, as tight, or as perfect as your pussy. Nothing compares to the wet heat of your mouth or the way your tongue swirls around him. He ends up frustrated and aching, groaning your name into his pillow while thick beads of pre-cum drip down his shaft. “Fuck… need you so bad,” he mutters, hips jerking uselessly into his fist. Hours pass and he still can’t cum. Only the thought of coming home to you keeps him going.
The moment Boyfriend!Ace steps back onto the ship and sees you, something inside him snaps. He’s been away for weeks, and the moment he has you alone he becomes feral. He barely manages to close the door before he’s on you, hands rough and trembling as he yanks your clothes aside. “Missed this pussy so fucking much,” he growls, voice hoarse. He doesn’t even wait to undress properly, just frees his painfully hard cock and pushes inside you in one desperate thrust. He fucks you hard and deep, hips slamming against yours with unrestrained need. The feeling of your tight walls squeezing him is so overwhelming that even after he cums the first time, flooding you with hot, thick ropes, he doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting, chasing that addictive pleasure, groaning and panting against your neck. “Can’t stop… feels too good… gonna fill you again.”
The only way to make Boyfriend!Ace behave is to put him on his knees. The moment you push his head between your thighs, he melts. Ace becomes the whiniest, neediest version of himself, moaning loudly against your soaked folds like he’s the one receiving head. His tongue works desperately, licking, sucking, fucking into you with messy enthusiasm while his hips grind helplessly against the bed. He whimpers and whines, eyes glassy with lust, completely lost in your taste. “Taste so fucking good… please don’t stop,” he begs between sloppy licks, humping the mattress for any relief while you tangle your fingers in his hair and ride his face. In those moments, the infamous Fire Fist is nothing but your eager, pathetic little bitch.
Teasing Boyfriend!Ace is one of the most fun things in the world, especially in the morning. You slip under the covers while he’s still half-asleep, carefully moving his shorts just enough to free his pretty cock head. The moment your tongue swirls around the sensitive tip, licking up the bead of pre-cum, Ace stirs with a soft, broken whine. His hips buck upward instinctively, trying to push more of his length into your warm mouth, but you stay teasing, slow, lazy licks and gentle sucks around the tip. Ace wakes up properly with a gasp, one hand flying to your hair as pretty, desperate sounds spill from his lips. “Baby… fuck… more, please…” He keeps whining and thrusting gently, completely at your mercy, while you take your sweet time driving him crazy.
Hey guys!! Sorry for any grammatical errors, english isn’t my first language but feel free to correct me. I really enjoy doing requests, so also feel free to send me yours!
ᝰ Warnings : Older!Luffy X Younger!Reader ; weed sex, rough sex, breeding kink, chocking, devil fruit abilities, Dom!Luffy, power imbalance, internal conflict & dubious consent elements due to power dynamics, dirty talk, oral sex, size difference, creampie, aftercare.
The Thousand Sunny rocked softly on the calm night sea, the deck bathed in soft moonlight and a candle you had lit to better view. Most of the crew had long since gone to bed, their laughter fading into peaceful snores below deck. You, however, couldn’t sleep.
You stood at the upper deck near the figurehead, the cool ocean breeze tugging at your hair and clothes. In your fingers, a small, carefully rolled joint burned slowly. The sweet, earthy smoke curled upward as you took a slow drag, holding it in your lungs before exhaling with a quiet sigh. The weed helped quiet the endless chain of thoughts about your responsibilities as the crew’s relatively new member… and the confusing pull you felt toward your captain.
Monkey D. Luffy.
Luffy was older than you by several years, he was at his late forties, a tough man, strong and battle hardened. He had a presence that could not be ignored by anyone. You were younger, being in your early twenties. Luffy already had a reputation when you were a child. Not that you cared then, but you certainly do now.
The age gap alone made you feel shameful. He was your captain and your position on the ship depended on the respect and trust he had in you, not the unholy thoughts you had about him whenever he grinned at you or stretched his arms around your shoulders during meals. Acting on those thoughts would be reckless. Dangerous, even. It could potentially ruin the crew’s dynamic, make you lose your spot as a crew member or worse… Get rejected. What if he saw you as nothing but a kid compared to him?
You shook your head, taking another drag. You tried to tell yourself to just enjoy the smoke and not think about him. He’s the captain after all. And you’re just… You.
That’s when you heard it, the soft creak of footsteps behind you that made your heart jump.
“Oi.” Luffy’s deep, familiar voice cut through the quiet. You froze, the joint still pinched between your fingers. Before you could hide it or turn around, one of his rubber arms stretched out, wrapping firmly around your waist and pulling you against his chest. “You’re smoking?” His tone held genuine surprise, mixed with curiosity. He leaned over you, dark eyes locking onto the joint in your hand. “Didn’t know you did that.”
Your cheeks burned hot. Of all the times for him to find you… “Captain! I—I only do it sometimes. When I can’t sleep. It helps with the nerves before big voyages.” Your voice came out smaller than you wanted. You could only think about what was going on in his head, was he thinking about how irresponsible you are? As he disappointed?
Luffy didn’t pull away. Instead, he reached with his free hand and gently plucked the joint from your fingers. You watched, heart hammering, as he brought it to his own lips and took a long, slow drag. His chest expanded against your own chest as he held the smoke, then exhaled it in a thick cloud that mingled with the night air around you both.
“Hmm. Tastes nice,” he murmured, voice already a little lower. He tilted your chin up with two fingers so you faced him. His eyes were intense, studying you. “You should’ve told me. Sharing with your captain is better.” Then he took another drag, before you could respond, Luffy leaned down and captured your mouth in a kiss.
It started slow, surprisingly gentle for someone as impulsive as him. His lips were warm, the smoke he inhaled forcing itself into your mouth, you could taste it. But the moment your tongue brushed his, something in him ignited. The kiss deepened, turning hungry. He groaned softly into your mouth, one hand sliding to the back of your neck while the other kept you pressed firmly against him.
This is wrong, your mind screamed even as your body melted into him. He’s the captain. This could ruin everything. Yet the weed was already making your thoughts fuzzy, your skin hypersensitive. Every point of contact felt electric. You knew you should pull away, apologize, blame the smoke… but his tongue curling around yours felt too good, his low hum of pleasure vibrating through your chest.
Luffy pulled back just enough to speak, forehead resting against yours, breaths mingling with smoke. “Been watching you,” he admitted, voice husky. “You’re always thinking too much.” His rubber arm around your waist tightened slightly, pulling you closer so you could feel the growing hardness pressing against your stomach. “Let me help you stop thinking.”
Your heart raced with conflict. Part of you whispered that this was a mistake. He was a Sea Emperor. You were still proving yourself. The age difference, the power imbalance… it felt overwhelming. But the other part, the one buzzing from the weed, wanted nothing more than to give in. “Captain… we shouldn’t—” you started, voice trembling.
Luffy’s hand slid up to gently cup your throat, not squeezing, just holding. His thumb brushed your pulse point. “You want this,” he said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I can feel it.” He kissed you again, slower this time, coaxing your mouth open as his free hand roamed down your side, slipping under the hem of your shirt to caress bare skin.
The touch sent sparks through you. You arched towards his touch. Luffy noticed everything. He smiled against your lips, that signature sunny grin now darkened with lust.
He took his time exploring you with deliberate slowness. His stretched fingers traced patterns on your stomach, then higher, cupping your breast and teasing the nipple until you whimpered. All while kissing you deeply, sharing the joint back and forth until the world felt hazy.
Only when you were trembling, conflicted thoughts drowning under waves of need, did Luffy lift you. Rubber arms coiled around your thighs, spreading you as he pressed your back to the mast. You could feel the thick, heavy outline of his clothed cock grinding against your core, and your body reacted instinctively, hips rolling desperately, seeking more friction.
“Tell me you want your captain,” he murmured, his dark eyes locked on yours with intense, almost predatory focus. His body shook with barely-held restraint, rubber limbs trembling slightly around your thighs. Your mind screamed one last frantic warning about the age gap, the power imbalance, and all the consequences that could crash down on the crew… but the words slipped out anyway, soft and desperate. “Please, Luffy…”
That snapped Luffy’s control like a rubber band. A low, hungry growl rumbled from his chest. “Good girl.” In one fluid motion, he put you down, his hands going towards his pants, Luffy freed his thick, heavy cock, already leaking and throbbing with need. The sheer size of him made your breath hitch. He was long, girthy, veins standing out against flushed skin.
Luffy seemed amused by your reaction, your obvious surprise at his size. He used his Devil Fruit to stretch one arm, guiding your body to kneel on the floor. You did as he expected, now being face to face with his cock. “Open,” he commanded, voice rough with smoke and lust. You hesitated for half a second, looking up at him, but ultimately deciding to just go for it. You parted your lips, and Luffy didn’t hesitate. He pushed the fat head of his cock past your lips, groaning deeply as your warm mouth enveloped him.
“Fuck… that’s it,” he praised, one hand tangling in your hair. He didn’t force you all the way down at first, letting you adjust, but his hips rocked forward in shallow thrusts, feeding you more of his length with every push. “Suck your captain’s cock nice and deep. Been dreaming about this pretty mouth for months.”
His taste was salty, musky, mixed with the lingering smoke. You hollowed your cheeks, swirling your tongue around the head and taking him deeper, the high making every sensation feel amplified. Luffy’s groans grew louder, more broken. He fucked your mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. “Shit… you’re too good at this,” he panted, eyes half-lidded as he watched his cock disappear between your lips. “Gonna cum down your throat if you keep that up… but not yet.”
He pulled out suddenly with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock. Before you could catch your breath, Luffy spun you around, pressing your front against the mast. One strong hand wrapped around your throat from behind, squeezing with perfect pressure that made your head spin deliciously while his other hand yanked your shorts and underwear down in one rough tug. “You’re soaked,” he growled against your ear, rubbing the thick head of his cock along your dripping folds. “This pussy is dripping for your captain, huh? Even though you know it’s wrong?”
You whimpered, nodding frantically. The conflict still raged in your mind, but the need was stronger. Luffy didn’t wait for more words. He thrust in hard, burying every inch of his thick cock inside you in one powerful movement. A broken cry tore from your throat. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but the weed turned the burn into liquid pleasure. Luffy set a brutal pace immediately, hips snapping forward with raw strength. Every thrust slammed deep, the wet sounds of your bodies echoing across the quiet deck.
“Fuck… so tight,” he groaned, hand tightening around your throat as he pounded into you. “Gonna breed this little cunt. Fill you up until my cum is leaking down your thighs for days.” His free hand pressed hard against your lower belly, feeling the bulge of his cock moving inside you with every deep thrust.
“Imagine it, you, round with my kid, still sailing with me. Everyone would know who you belong to.” His words sent a fresh wave of shame and arousal crashing through you. Breeding me? He’s the Emperor… I’m so much younger… But your walls clenched hard around him anyway, betraying how much his filthy promises affected you.
Luffy noticed. He laughed darkly, low and pleased, and shifted into Gear Second mid-thrust. The sudden explosive speed made your vision white out. He fucked you like a man possessed, fast, deep, relentless. Rubber arms stretching to bind your wrists above your head while another coiled around your waist, holding you exactly where he wanted you.
The choking, the rough pounding, the way his cock dragged perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you… it was overwhelming. You came hard around him with a strangled moan, walls fluttering and squeezing his thick length. Luffy didn’t slow down. He fucked you through it, growling praises against your neck. “That’s it… milk my cock. Gonna pump you so full.”
When his own climax hit, it was with a deep, guttural groan. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your insides, pulse after pulse, so much that it immediately started leaking out around his cock. He kept grinding deep, pushing it further inside you, making sure it took. He stayed buried to the hilt for a long moment, breathing hard against your shoulder, hand still loosely around your throat. Slowly, his grip gentled. Rubber arms retracted as he turned you in his hold, pulling you against his chest in a surprisingly tender embrace.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses to your temple, your flushed cheeks, the marks he’d left on your neck. “No going back.” The high still hummed in your veins, your body boneless and satisfied, but your mind was already swirling with a thousand conflicted thoughts about what tomorrow would bring.
Hey guys!! I’ll be honest, this was sooo out of my comfort zone, I’m not really into Dom!Character X Sub!Reader but this was a request so I hope it wasn’t that bad. If there’s any grammar mistakes I ask you to please ignore because english isn’t my first language. Hope you enjoyed the fanfic.
⊹ ۫ . Boyfriend Luffy who’s completely obsessed with the feeling of your tongue against his. He can never settle for just one kiss. No matter how sweet or innocent the moment is, the second your lips touch his, he makes it his mission to turn it into a full-on makeout. His tongue pushes past your lips, curling around yours with eager, wet strokes that leave you breathless.
But don’t be surprised when he suddenly pulls you down onto his lap. His strong hands grip your hips, yanking you close until you feel the hard, throbbing line of his boner pressing insistently against your clothed cunt.
⊹ ۫ . Boyfriend Luffy loves playing with your boobs whenever he feels needy. The problem (which isn’t really a problem at all) is that he’s always needy.
You could be in the middle of a random island, exploring, laughing, and acting completely normal. Then, in the next second, he’s behind you. His warm chest presses against your back as his hands sneak under your shirt, tugging the fabric up with impatient fingers.
“Let me see ’em, pleaseee…” he murmurs against your neck, voice so desperate and whiny that it sends shivers down your spine. He sounds like he might actually die if you say no. How could you possibly deny him?
⊹ ۫ . Boyfriend Luffy hates it when you wear revealing clothes when you go out. He knows he can’t control himself around you when you look that pretty. Just one glance at your cleavage or the way your skirt rides up and his cock gets rock-hard in his shorts, twitching visibly with every step you take.
He tries to behave, but the best he ever gets is a frantic, through-the-clothes teasing session in the bathroom of whatever establishment you’re in. You drop to your knees and stroke him, licking and sucking at the head until your saliva mixes with his leaking pre-cum, soaking the front of his boxers until they’re dark and sticky. He wants to cum so badly — hips bucking, whiny moans slipping out — but you always stop just before he can finish, tucking him back in with a teasing smile.
Now he’s forced to walk out with wet boxers clinging uncomfortably to his skin, a massive erection still straining against the fabric, and the impossible task of facing his friends without anyone noticing how painfully hard he is.
⊹ ۫ . Boyfriend Luffy isn’t used to having erotic dreams. So when he has his first one about you, it wrecks him.
That’s how you find him in one morning, face buried in his pillow, hips desperately humping the mattress like a needy pup. Soft, broken whimpers spill from his lips as he chases the pleasure you gave him in the dream. His cock drags against the sheets, leaving a wet spot beneath him while he grinds frantically, chasing a release he can’t quite reach (not without your help).
⊹ ۫ . Boyfriend Luffy who even when is buried deep inside your pussy, he can’t keep his mouth and hands off your boobs. They fit so perfectly between his lips that he genuinely believes this is what they were made for.
He’s thrusting into you, stretching you open with every roll of his hips, but his face is smushed happily between your breasts. He sucks on one nipple, moaning around your soft flesh. For a blissful moment he forgets he’s even fucking you, completely lost in the warm, perfect taste of your chest.
Then his eyes darken with realization. He pulls back just enough to flash you that wild, sunny grin, lips shiny with spit. “Sorry… got distracted.”
Before you can respond, he starts fucking you properly, pounding into you until your eyes roll back and your mind goes blank. He makes up for his distraction by fucking you absolutely dumb, all while his hand still play with your breasts.
Hey guys!! Just a little treat because I don’t know how long I’ll take the finish Luffy’s fanfic. Divider credits for @uzmacchiato.
Sinopse : Luffy losing his virginity to you. Unfortunately he doesn’t last very long but you don’t care, right?
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Warnings : smut, virginity loss (virgin Luffy), overstimulation(m), creampie, premature ejaculation, multiple orgasms(m), female reader (F/M), established relationship, gentle sex turning rougher, dacryphylia, Luffy is whiny, riding, short one shot.
Ever since your relationship with Luffy began to develop, you knew you had to take things slowly. Luffy had never been romantically involved with anyone before, and being his first came with the responsibility of setting the right standards.
The most important standard was sex. Luffy was incredibly eager to take things further with you. He would often make small, casual comments about being ready for the next step, flashing that carefree smile of his as if the thought alone wasn’t enough to make your heart race with nervous excitement — far more than when you had lost your own virginity.
So when you finally decided the time was right for the two of you to have sex, Luffy was overjoyed.
Now, you were on top of him, his cock buried deep inside you.
“D-Don’t move yet… Please…” he muttered, his voice cracking as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to adjust to the overwhelming new pleasure. Luffy’s hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you completely still while he familiarized himself with the sensation.
Your boyfriend had always been the prettiest person in your eyes, no matter the moment, but you could swear he had never looked more beautiful than right now. His cheeks were flushed a deep red, sweat making his dark hair stick to his forehead. His lips were parted slightly, ragged breaths escaping between them. The marks and hickeys you had left on his neck stood out beautifully against his skin — your marks.
You knew he had started getting used to the feeling when his grip on your hips began to weaken. Taking that as your sign, you slowly dragged your hips upward, then sank back down onto him in one smooth motion.
His hands immediately tightened on your hips again as a needy whine slipped from his lips. You couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the sight. You had never seen your confident captain look so vulnerable before.
Leaning down, you captured his lips in a soothing kiss. “You okay?” you asked sweetly, though a wicked little smile played on your face as you pulled back just enough to see his expression.
He nodded, that familiar boyish grin tugging at his lips despite everything. “M’gonna start moving now, okay?” you whispered.
He closed his eyes and nodded again.
You lifted your weight and began rolling your hips slowly at first, sliding up and down his length with careful, deliberate movements. It was difficult to keep the slow pace when you felt so desperately horny, but you tried. Still, the ache between your legs soon won out, and you gradually sped up.
“Oh— Fuck!” you moaned, planting your hands firmly on his chest for balance. Your gummy walls clenched tightly around his aching cock as Luffy whimpered beneath you from the increased pace.
“Stop— Ngh… I think I’m gonna cum soon if you keep up…” he cried out, his voice strained. He tried to steady your hips again, but his strength faltered.
“You want me to slow down?” you asked gently, though the mocking edge in your tone was unmistakable.
Instead of slowing, you let out a soft giggle and moved even faster, riding him with more urgency. “No… You’re— Ngh! You’re not slowing down…” he whined, squirming helplessly underneath you.
“I am!” you lied playfully, feeling his fingers dig almost painfully into your hips as you chased your own high. “Please… gonna cum…” His voice cracked beautifully, his hips starting to buck up instinctively to meet your rhythm.
Your cunt fluttered around him, his raw desperation only turning you on more. He moaned pathetically loud, twitching hard inside you one last time before thick spurts of cum flooded your pussy.
That didn’t stop you.
It was your duty to teach your clueless boyfriend about sex, after all — and he needed to learn that the girl had to finish too.
You kept riding him through his orgasm, your movements relentless. His voice climbed higher in pitch as the overstimulation hit him. “No— can’t—” he mumbled, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
“I’m sure you can, Captain,” you replied breathlessly, tilting your head back in pleasure as you chased your own release. “You’re doing so good for me… Fuck—”
The heat in your stomach built rapidly. Watching your beautiful boyfriend cry out from the overwhelming pleasure only pushed you closer to the edge.
“Haah! ‘M cumming—!”
With a sudden, desperate move, Luffy pulled you down into a tight hug, burying himself as deep as possible while he spilled inside you once more. At the same moment, your own orgasm crashed over you, your walls pulsing around him as you came together.
You both collapsed back onto the bed, breathless. Luffy’s face was completely flushed, a few pretty tears still slipping down his cheeks. “You were so good, Captain,” you whispered tenderly, kissing him gently while one hand cupped his cheek.
He just smiled softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, clearly exhausted but content.
You could bet this had been a very memorable first time.
Hey guys! First of all, sorry for any grammatical errors and the short fic, english isn’t my first language and i’m a flawed human S/2. Second of all, divider credits to @uzmacchiato !!
