Streamer!Luffy and his bimbo looking roomate that he lowkey has a crush on and she catches him red handed, Smutttt plss !!
MINORS DNI
(Oral sex F!receiving, Fingering, Cunnilingus) 18+ content
Streamer!Luffy who you've always had this easy vibe with his room being across the hall from yours. The guy's laugh echos throughout the whole house during his streams and he's got that dumb laugh that makes you laugh without even hearing the context of the joke. He's got a crush on you—or at least, that's what you suspect from the way his eyes linger a second too long when you cross paths in the kitchen, your tight crop top riding up as you reach for a mug. You're the bimbo type on the outside—big tits spilling out of low-cut tanks, plump lips always glossy, blonde wig in messy waves with a smile that makes it impossible for him to hide his pants tenting up.
The two of you became roomies after your friend Nami hooked you up with a deal for her old room, that's when you met the sexy mess she has for guy friends; The cook with a restaurant on 43rd--sanji or something, the personal trainer with a thing for swords who seemed like the real hookup, and then there was Luffy, the twitch streamer who ransacked the fridge so many times after a Costco trip that you personally gifted him a fridge in his room during your Christmas gift exchange.
Sometimes you wander into his streaming setup by accident or in need of advice, waving at the camera with a giggle before he shoos you out, his cheeks flushing pink. 'Hey, no spoilers for the viewers!' he'd say, but you catch him smiling at the chat when they start assuming you're his girlfriend. Luffy doesn't know if you've got a boyfriend—hell, you don't even know yourself half the time, too busy with work and late-night scrolls. But he knows about your rose toy, you seem to have a problem reminding yourself to be quiet sometimes.
The walls are thin in this place, paths intersecting like a weird maze, and some nights when you're alone in your pink covered room—walls plastered with posters, bed drowning in fluffy pillows and stuffed animals as you crank it up, the buzzing hum slipping under the door. You wonder if he hears, if it fuels those quiet moments when you pass him in the hallway and his gaze drops to your ass in those tiny shorts. which of course it does cause the second he peeps it in his room with his headphones half-on mid stream he's immediately apologizing for needing to cut tonight short; the reason being how hard it is for him to focus on a damn Valorant match knowing the shit you're pulling next door.
Tonight, though, it's different. You've had a shit day—boss yelling, friends ghosting, that nagging ache between your legs that the toys couldn't quite scratch. but instead of buzzing it to life, tears hit first. Hot, frustrated sobs rack your body. You're lost in it when you hear footsteps quick, concerned padding down the hall. The door creaks open without a knock, and there he is: Luffy, shirtless in his sweats, hair tousled like he was in the middle of something private.
"Shit, hey... I heard you..you alright?" he says, voice rough, stepping inside and closing the door. You scramble to cover up and manage to slip your panties back on, but your arms freeze before you can reach for the blanket. his gaze is unreadable yet desperate at the same time and your eyes drop down to his sweats as you nod, peeping the log poking through the fabric.
You caught him red-handed once before, peeking through the crack in his door during a late-night stream break, his fist pumping that thick cock to some video, grunting something that sounded like your name under his breath. But now? He's the one walking in on you. "Luffy, what—" you start, voice cracking, but he crosses the room in two strides dropping to his knees beside the bed. His hands are warm on your thighs, gentle as he pries them apart just enough to meet your eyes. "You were crying. I couldn't just... fuck, what's wrong?"
and that's how you found yourself in this mess, from crying about your day to him and him just listening & giving you what you needed; a shoulder to lean on and some good dick. "Let me help" with a low murmur while tugging the thin fabric of your panties back down, His breath fans hot over your clit, and before you can think, his mouth is on you. His tongue dives right in, flat and broad, licking a slow stripe up your slit from your dripping entrance to your swollen nub. You gasp, fingers tangling in his hair as he groans against you, the vibration shooting straight to your core. He doesn't tease—his lips seal around your clit, sucking hard while his tongue flicks relentlessly, wet and insistent. Your hips buck, pussy gushing as he laps at your juices, swallowing them down like he's starved. "Taste so fucking good" he mutters between licks, one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple through your shirt, rolling the hard peak until you whimper.
He pushes your thighs wider, shoulders wedging between them, and buries his face deeper. His tongue thrusts into your hole now, fucking in and out with sloppy, eager strokes, nose bumping your clit. You cry out, not from sadness anymore, but raw need as he adds fingers, two thick ones curling inside you, hitting that spot that makes your walls flutter. He pumps them fast, matching the rhythm of his sucking mouth, your arousal coating his chin. The room fills with the sounds: your moans, the wet smacks of his tongue on your pussy, the creak of the bed as you grind against his face.
Your orgasm builds quick, coiling tight in your belly. Luffy senses it, redoubling his efforts— tongue swirling, fingers scissoring, free hand gripping your ass to pull you closer. "Cum on my mouth princesa" he growls, voice muffled against your folds, and that's it. You shatter, pussy spasming around his fingers, cum flooding his tongue as you scream his name. He doesn't stop, licking you through it, drawing out every pulse until you're a trembling mess, tears of release streaking your cheeks.
Finally, he pulls back, lips shiny with your essence, eyes dark with lust as he climbs onto the bed. "Feelin' better?" he asks, voice husky, cock straining against his pants. You nod, pulling him down for a kiss, tasting yourself on him salty, sweet, perfect. Thinking to yourself;
'Maybe you should start crying more, especially when Luffy's home.'
