AGAIN AND AGAIN.
💋 (request): can u make a luffy smut childhood friends w/ benefits doggy style & multiple creampies please and thank u
summary: being luffy's childhood friend was always fun-being dragged into his wild ideas, however... that's something else entirely. tonight, he wants to try something new with you, and you're not sure if you'll survive... but whatever the captain says goes, remember?
pairings: luffy x afab!reader
🐙: SMUT. p in v sex. multiple creampies. doggy style. overstimulation. whiny & desperate! luffy. sloppy sex. rough sex. spanking. hair pulling. first time / first experience. childhood friends. implied friends with benefits. female-bodied reader. sanji's a perv.
📍: 2.4k words.
💌: : WHEEWW i went overboard w this one 😭 i’m ngl when i got this notification for your request i started laughing audibly. it was sooo detailed and specific, BUT HERE YOU GOOO ♡
being a part of luffy’s crew had always been the plan. as kids, it wasn’t hard to believe—not when your childhood friend kept talking your ear off about becoming the future “king of the pirates.”
you never made fun of him. never once. you believed in him—you always did. it was luffy. whatever he said, you knew he’d do anything to make it happen.
the straw hats changed your life drastically—in the best way possible. even if luffy had already changed it back when you were kids, every day out at sea felt like a new adventure. it was never boring. how could it be, with luffy as your captain?
still, tonight was one of those rare, quiet nights. the kind that hardly ever happened. the ocean breeze was cool, the waves calm, the ship gently rocking beneath your feet.
your cabin glowed with warm light as you got ready for bed. it had been a long day—one that left your bones aching and your eyelids heavy. you were more than ready for some well-deserved rest.
that was, until the door opened.
your cabin door.
no knock. no warning. just barged straight in. you didn’t even need to look to know who it was.
“luffy?” you groaned, half-turning toward him. “it’s so late. why are you here?”
just as you were about to sleep, your captain decides to appear in the dead of night.
as if he didn’t hear you at all, luffy flopped face-first onto your bed, rolling around until he settled flat on his back, hands tucked behind his head.
“mm—i wanna try something!”
the familiar enthusiasm was there, bright and unfiltered like always. and yet… something about it felt different. you couldn’t quite explain why.
“try what?” you asked, raising a brow. “at this hour?”
“i saw it in sanji’s book!”
uh oh. that couldn’t be good.
“luffy,” you sighed, “you can’t even read.”
“doesn’t mean i can’t see pictures!” he shot back instantly.
you shook your head, already resigned. “alright… what is this thing you wanna try?”
for once, luffy actually paused.
he stared up at the ceiling, brows furrowing slightly as if he were trying to organize his thoughts—an unusual sight. after a moment, he huffed.
“dunno,” he admitted. “it was like… somethin’. but it made me feel kinda… weird.”
confused, you sat down beside him on the bed.
his gaze shifted to you then.
“and you were the first person i thought of,” he added quietly. “the one i wanna do it with.”
his voice dropped—lower than usual, missing that familiar boyish pitch you’d grown to love.
and suddenly, the room felt a little warmer.
luffy watches you sit beside him, and this time he doesn’t grin right away. his eyes linger. not wandering—focused. like he’s trying to understand something by staring at it long enough.
“…you’re warm,” he says.
it’s simple. not teasing. just an observation.
you blink. “it’s hot in here.”
“mmh.” he shifts, closer without thinking. his knee presses into yours, and he doesn’t move it away. “still.”
there’s a pause. the kind that feels loaded.
luffy swallows. you notice because he almost never does that.
“that thing i said,” he mutters. “about feelin’ weird.”
he rubs the back of his neck, eyes flicking away for half a second before coming back to you.
“it’s here again.”
he presses two fingers to his chest, slower than before. firmer.
“gets loud when you’re close.”
your breath stutters. he notices that too. his gaze sharpens—not playful, not confused. just… intent.
“…you do that,” he says quietly.
“do what?”
“that.” he nods at your face. your breathing. “when i say stuff.”
he leans in—not fast, not slow. just enough that the space between you feels fragile.
“i don’t like it,” he admits. then, quickly, honest, “but i don’t wanna stop.”
his hand moves before he thinks about it, settling on your thigh. not squeezing. just there. warm. heavy.
he freezes.
doesn’t pull back.
“…i’ve never done this before,” he says under his breath. “sanji’s book was dumb! didn’t explain anything!”
then, softer. almost serious.
“but i know i want you close.”
his thumb shifts—barely. like he’s testing something.
“you okay with that?”
the ship rocks gently beneath you. and for the first time tonight, luffy isn’t smiling. he’s waiting.
you were confused. luffy had never shown any romantic interest in anyone. but here he was, so close. so close your faces were practically touching. and somehow, it felt… right. with him here, you closed the gap—pressing your lips to his. he tasted like meat.
he didn’t pull away, but it was obvious he was struggling to kiss back. it was like he wanted to devour your lips, harsh and rough, untamed—just like him. just like your luffy.
luffy lets out a shaky breath, almost a laugh, like he can’t believe himself. his hands tighten at your waist—not claiming, not owning—just grounding himself as the feeling swells again.
“hah…” he mutters, breathless. “feels… feels good.”
but he doesn’t stop.
he kisses you again, harder this time, like he’s finally stopped thinking altogether. his lips crash into yours, open and hungry, teeth and heat and impatience all tangled together. sloppy, untrained, but full of want—like he’s trying to memorize you by touch alone.
his hands move on their own, sliding up your sides, thumbs pressing just a little as he pulls you closer. too close. not close enough. he shifts, knees knocking against the bed, leaning over you, weight warm and solid.
“mm—hey,” he breathes against your mouth, barely pulling back, eyes dark and unfocused. “feelin’… weird again.”
before you can answer, he kisses you again—faster, deeper, like the feeling is chasing him. his lips trail clumsily along your jaw, your neck—lingering too long, then darting back, restless.
he presses his forehead to yours, chest rising and falling against yours.
“mmm… need more,” he murmurs, voice low, almost amazed. “wanna try what i saw—please.”
he’s close now, close enough that you feel the heat from his chest, the rapid thump of his heartbeat. his hands grip your waist tighter, thumbs pressing into your sides.
your breath catches, and you finally whisper, “okay… let’s try it.”
before you can say anything, he’s already moving, fumbling with the buttons of your shirt.
“—it was… like this,” he mutters, struggling slightly. his hands move down to your pants. “these… off too.”
his voice drops, almost awed. “you’re… even better than the stupid book.”
he lifts you up effortlessly, pressing you down on all fours on your bed. his hands grip your waist, holding you tight, almost like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. “stay… stay like that,” he whines, voice trembling, needy, as he slaps your ass.
you yelp, loud and sharp, and he groans, low and frustrated, like he can’t believe how loud it made you—and how it made him feel.
he leans in, close enough to see every detail of your warm pussy, his eyes dark and desperate, fingers tracing the slick. every touch makes him whine, shaky and needy, like he can’t stop himself.
“ahh… i… i wanna hear it again… make me hear you, please…” he pants, voice breaking, shaky and needy, eyes wide and searching yours for permission, for reassurance, for anything to let him keep going.
“l—luff… need you. please.”
those words made luffy’s cock throb even more. he couldn’t handle it. he had never felt like this before. he wanted to feel good. feel good with you.
he unbuttoned his shorts. you looked back to meet his eyes as he touched the tip of his cock—so pretty, pink and flushed.
the tip was wet with pre-cum. he played with the slit, panting like he’d never done this before. his other hand still gripped your ass.
he met your gaze, darkness behind his eyes.
“i’ll… put it in, ‘kay?” he whispered, still touching himself.
he shifts closer, the heat of him pressing against you. his hands don’t stop—one still on your ass, the other teasing himself.
“gonna… gonna feel so good,” he pants, voice breaking. “can’t… can’t wait…”
he lines himself up slowly, hovering just behind you, eyes wide and desperate, like he’s trying to memorize every inch. every sight, every sound.
he lets the tip enter first, not pushing further.
“ah… g-gonna… gonna go slow,” he pants, voice cracking, barely a whisper. “i… i’ll try… but can’t… can’t promise i won’t… ah…”
he pushes in deeper, feeling you clench around his cock—so warm, so tight, it’s almost too much.
“c-can’t… can’t stop thinking… about this… about you…” he whines, shaky breath, letting his hips move, just slightly faster now, needy, impatient.
every small movement makes him whine, almost moaning, like he’s fighting to hold back, to respect the slow pace he promised—but it’s a losing battle.
“i… i’ll be gentle… i swear… but… ah… ah…” his voice breaks, raw and desperate, thrusting harder and faster.
he groans, low and ragged, hips snapping against you almost recklessly now.
“ah… can’t… can’t hold it… feels too good… need more…” he pants, voice breaking, eyes dark with need.
his hands grip your ass tight, anchoring himself, but not restraining—just needing contact. every thrust makes him whine, short little sounds, like he’s trying to tell you how lost he is without words.
“so… so tight… feels… ah… so good…” he moans, voice rising, nearly desperate, shoving just a little harder, chasing the feeling that’s building too fast.
his hand snakes into your hair, gripping it, making you look back at him as he thrusts harder.
“look… at me…” he whispers, voice rough. “want you to see while you take all… all of me.”
he drives deeper, moaning loudly with every movement. as he smacks your ass, he starts to lose control completely, picking up his pace.
“l—luff! slow down…! t—too much!” you cry out as he pulls your hair, drooling now. the feeling of him inside you is too much, he was stretching you open.
“hah… can’t…! feels too good!” he whines, voice cracking, thrusting harder, desperate.
“l-luffy… too… too much…!” you gasp, voice breaking, fingers clawing into the sheets. “ah… can’t… keep up!”
his hands clutch your hips, digging in, trembling, shaking with every thrust. each whine, each groan is higher, rawer, more desperate—like he’s losing himself completely.
“so… so good… ah… too good…!” he moans, thrusting deeper, faster, sloppy and wild, like nothing else exists but this, but you.
“hah… l-luff… i… i can’t… ahhh…! feels so… s-so good…!” you cry out, thighs trembling, body nearly giving up—but luffy tugs your hair, jerks you flush against him, unrelenting.
his voice cracks again, high, whiny, dripping with need. “hah… won’t… won’t stop… i… i need… need this… need you…!”
“p-please… more…!” you whine, letting your body ride his rhythm, letting him feel every shiver, every gasp, every tremor. “luff—! ♡”
he loses all control—patience, rhythm, everything. thrusts become erratic, erratic, messy. gasping, whining between panting, desperate, like he’s trying and failing to hold himself together.
“ahhh…! can’t… can’t think… just… need… want…” he pants, utterly lost, chasing the heat that’s building too fast, too raw, too overwhelming.
his body trembles with it—every push, every groan, every slick, wet friction making him lose another piece of himself.
“g—gonna…cum… inside—want it inside. please…”
you gasp, inside…? your captain wants to fill you up…your thighs clench, body shivering at the thought.
“mmm… inside—! fill me up, cap—! ♡”
that’s it. hearing you say it… calling him captain… it sends him over the edge.
luffy lets out a whiny, filthy groan, loud and unrestrained, shaking as he loses himself completely.
“g—gonna cum… inside… hahhh…! ♡”
every thrust sloppy, frantic, desperate. every whine a little higher, a little rawer. he’s completely lost. and he doesn’t care.
his hips stutter once, twice, and then he’s trembling, shaky, groaning your name like it’s a prayer.
“ahhhh…! can’t… can’t hold… can’t… hahhh…! ♡” he pants, voice cracking, whiny and desperate, eyes rolling as his body shudders violently against yours.
he clutches your hips so tight it leaves marks, every thrust sloppy, erratic, desperate, like he’s begging his own body to keep going even as it betrays him.
“g-gonna… cum inside… hahhh… can’t stop… can’t… mmm…! ♡” he cries, filling up your tight pussy, letting himself spill into you.
“f—feels so good..! so warm…luff—! ♡” luffy was still spilling inside you, making sure that you get every single drop.
you collapse on the bed, face still pressed into the pillow, panting like you’ve run a race. luffy doesn’t pull out. you assume it’s because he’s still trying to fill you up.
you close your eyes for a few seconds, hoping to catch your breath—but suddenly, you feel his cock twitch inside you again.
he’s moving. thrusting slowly, almost lazily at first, like he’s savoring it.
“l—luff..? wha—?”
before you can even finish, he taps your ass gently, just enough to make you flinch.
“mmmm… need more. just lie down,” he mutters, voice low, whiny, desperate, like he’s begging you to give him the green light again.
his hips press into yours, slow at first, then building—harder, faster, each motion sloppy, trembling. every whine that escapes him is raw, needy, like he’s losing his mind but doesn’t care.
you’re flat on the bed, gasping, chest heaving, fingers gripping the sheets. “l-luff… too much… can’t… again… hahhh…!” you cry, voice shaky, half-lost between pleasure and exhaustion.
luffy groans, whining, hips stuttering inside you, completely oblivious to your protests. “hah… i… i don’t… i don’t care… feels too good… can’t stop… take it… ♡”
he grips your hips tighter, pulling you closer, fucking into you slow at first, then faster as his need takes over. every pant, every whine, every shove is desperate and ragged. he’s trembling, shaky, but nothing can stop him now.
“l-luff… too… too much… please… hahhh…!” you gasp again, voice cracking, trying to push back, trying to catch your breath.
“hah… mmm… not… not gonna stop… can’t… want you… so good… ♡” he pants, face buried close to your neck, teeth grazing your shoulder as he thrusts harder, sloppy, erratic, completely lost.
he whines your name over and over, frantic, shaky, like he’s barely holding himself together. you’re crying out, panting, overwhelmed, but it doesn’t slow him—he’s a mess of need, entirely consumed.
“hah… g-gonna… gonna cum… inside…again… and again… hahhh… ♡” he pants, shoving all the way in, reckless and desperate, like he’s giving everything to you and only you.
it doesn’t take him long before he finally releases inside you again.
“g—god… feels so good… you milking me like this,” he pants, voice shaky and desperate.
“yes… yes… yes… luffy—so, so good! ♡” you gasp back, breathless, voice cracking.
just as he knows every single drop is inside your pretty pussy, he plops down beside you, pressing you close. his chest flush against yours, warmth lingering, trembling slightly from the effort.
“wanna do this… all the time… with you.”