I deeply apologize for the taking so long. There’s been a lot of stuffs going on in my life like graduation, going to California for my bachelor, and other works for other fandoms that I’m in.
(i did my best to find the artist but to no avail 💔)
(cw: fem lesbian luffy, vibrator, cunnilingus, overstimulation, est relationship, missed orgasm, praise, aftercare)
(a/n: hiiii so i fantasize about this all the time. plz enjoy this fic that was ripped straight from my clit)
words: 1.1k
“Whoa, holy fuck!” Luffy’s whole body jolts in pleasure as the vibration hits her clit. You grin, holding the bullet in place. Luffy arches and twists as she gasps out ragged expletives: “Shit! That’s—fuck!—that’s so weeeiird!” She dissolves into giggles, wriggling around so much that you have to keep chasing her clit.
“Hold still!” You grab her left knee to hold it open, trying to keep her in place. Luffy bucks her hips, then squeals as she tries to get away.
“Y/n! It’s so much!” She gasps, and then she places her bare foot on your shoulder and shoves you away.
“Baby!” You protest, the bullet buzzing in your hand. You switch it off. Luffy keeps her foot on your shoulder, her gold anklet glinting in the lamplight. The little beetle charm dangles off the chain. You touch her ankle. “Are you okay?”
Luffy is panting, staring at the ceiling. “Yeah. I came.”
You burst into a laugh of disbelief. “That wasn’t your orgasm face at all! You looked scared!”
Luffy hides her face in her elbow. “Shut up! It felt weird, okay?!” She pouts her pretty lips out.
“Sorry, sorry,” you relent, lifting her foot up so you can delicately kiss her ankle. She peeks at you from under her elbow.
“Can I use it on you?”
You toss the bullet onto her stomach. “Do your worst, pirate king.”
Then Luffy is grinning, shooting up from the bed to push you down onto it. Your head hits the foot of the mattress, and she’s already spreading your legs before you’ve gotten your bearings. Her hair is all fluffy and messy, her face still flushed from her orgasm. She dives down to taste you, the glutton that she is, and your eyes flutter closed at the familiar pleasure. She eats you out so much it’s strange when her face isn’t between your thighs.
“Lu-Luffy!” You complain, “Vibrator, remember?”
“Oh yeah!” She pops off your clit, lips wet, and grabs the toy. She fiddles with the on button for a second before it buzzes to life in her hand. “Whoa!” She giggles as it almost leaps right off her palm. Then she’s forcing it between your major lips and pressing hard on your sensitive clit.
“Seas, Luffy! Softer!!” You cry out, jumping away from the overstimulation. “Didn’t you just feel how intense it is?!” You glare up at her. She just smiles.
“Shishi, sorry!”
Luffy goes back in with a gentler hand, this time lightly tapping it on your clit. “How’s that?” She visibly swallows the spit in her mouth. Her dark eyes are half-lidded and curious, her tan skin glowing in the orange light.
“Better,” you allow, wiggling your hips to get more comfortable. The tip of the bullet is just slightly to the left of where you’d like it. “Go right a bit,” you instruct, and Luffy follows.
“Here?” She asks, voice lowered. She circles it, trying to find the right spot and tease you at the same time. She’s maddening in bed.
“Harder,” you nod, and she pushes farther. This time the bullet hits home, and you’re shaking in no time.
You take a while to cum, a fact Luffy has seen as a challenge since day one. She’s learned your ins and outs, does her very best, but sometimes that high still eludes you. That’s part of why you suggested a toy in the first place. Luffy usually prefers skin on skin, hands and mouths and wet, glossy pussies, but she agreed to try this with you.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispers, lips reddened and parted. You give a faint smile in return, trying to focus on the pleasure. Luffy just lets you, slowly pressing and then pulling back, circling the toy and inching it up and down your clitoral hood.
“That’s it,” she breathes, “Just feel it.”
Minutes pass, nothing but the sounds of your panting and the toy buzzing filling the room. Luffy murmurs quiet praises, all, “So pretty, look at you, taking the toy so well,” She eventually lies down to kiss your thighs and stomach as she plays with you. “My baby, so pretty, doing so good,” she nips at the fat of your thigh. She licks a stripe up your stretch marks.
Luffy dips the toy into your entrance, teasing in and out. You shudder at the feeling: all buzzy and intense.
“Careful, it might get stuck,” you crane your neck to see what she’s doing. The toy doesn’t have a base, not really meant for internal use.
“Oh, right.”
She drags it back to your clit, right on target—bullseye, even—and you jolt. That’s it…
“Lu—!” You cry out, doubling over as a quick orgasm sucker punches you in the gut. “Fuck!”
Luffy laughs, and digs the toy deeper against you, pulling a scream from your throat.
“Bastard!” You gasp, squirming to get away. Half the ship probably heard you. “You’re so—mean!” You glare at her (as much as you can), but she just lies on top of you so you can’t run away.
“One more, baby,” she coos, kissing your hip. She strokes the toy up and down your pussy. Luffy flicks her oh-so-innocent eyes up at you, drinking you in like sake. “Please?”
How could you say no?
So you gasp and moan, twitch and spasm, as your captain pleasures you. You honestly should have expected this. Your lover is a stubborn, greedy thing.
“I-I don’t think it’ll happen,” you eventually sigh, and Luffy clicks the toy off. She crawls up your body to place messy kisses all over and around your mouth. She sucks and bites, and kisses some more.
“That’s okay, sweetheart, that’s okay. You did so good for me, I love you so much,” she smooches your cheeks, resting her whole weight on you. And Luffy is solid. Built with wiry muscle—all abs and arms, this one—she’s actually pretty heavy.
“Luffy—crushing!”
“Oh,” she giggles, and pushes off you. Not without another dozen kisses or so. Luffy lifts you up, gathering you into her arms as she sighs in contentment. “You were right. Toys are awesome.”
“Told ya!” You snicker, settling more comfortably in her arms. Luffy is strong. You never feel afraid of her dropping you, or letting you down. She could never disappoint you. Not in a million years.
Luffy snuggles back into the pillows, letting you lie on her chest. Your cheek presses into the soft, small mound of her breast.
“I love you, too,” you whisper back, falling into the immediate comfort of Luffy’s embrace. She’s honestly like a sleeping pill sometimes.
Her hand strokes your hair, slight tingles running down your spine. Your legs are tangled, arms around each other, breaths and heartbeats slowing in tandem. Your pussy is still sensitive from your orgasm-and-a-half. You let out a pleased sigh: this will definitely not be the last time you two play with toys.
