passionate desires ⟡⟡ 40s older!luffy x younger!afab!reader (late twenties/early thirties) summary: Luffy, in his older age, loves eye contact; he loves connection. It’s half the reason he’s gotten so far, because of the bonds he’s built. And there’s nothing better as he stares deep into your eyes, looking at you as if you hold all the answers he’s searching for. As if everything that’s led to this life was worth it because he’s here with you in this moment. content: older man x younger woman, cunninlingus, multiple orgasms, missionary sex, creampies, passionate sex, sensual sex, wc: 1.9k 18+ MDNI | 18+ MDNI | 18+ MDNI | 18+ MDNI | 18+ MDNI | 18+ MDNI
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Luffy guides your hands to your thighs, urging you to lift them as he presses his face between your legs, his tongue exploring you with deep, deliberate strokes. He works you open, licking every sensitive inch with a hunger that leaves your legs trembling and your moans spilling uncontrollably. When he finally pulls away, the wet, obscene sound of it makes you gasp, your body already aching for more.
“You ready, pretty girl?” Luffy asks you, while he doesn’t look away from your face as he hooks your right leg over his shoulder and presses your left thigh flat to the mattress with his palm, keeping you splayed open.
He lines himself up and pushes in slowly—just the head first, watching your mouth fall open—then another inch, then another, the stretch building until your toes curl and your back arches off the sheets. You both groan, low and ragged, his jaw going tight with the effort of holding still while your body adjusts around him.
He leans down, chest pressing your knee toward your shoulder, and kisses you, slow and deep, his tongue sliding against yours while you feel every inch of him seated inside you. He smirks against your lips when you whimper, your hands scrambling at his back. “Not even using my powers yet,” he murmurs, and you clench involuntarily at the words, drawing a sharp hiss from him.
When your hips tilt up—a silent, helpless plea—he pulls back and drives forward, setting a pace that’s relentless. Each thrust bottoms out hard, his pelvis rolling down to grind against your clit on the way in, the pressure sharp and overwhelming.
You can hear it; the slick, rhythmic sound of him moving inside you, the creak of the mattress, your own voice coming out wrecked and unsteady. His left hand slides up your ribs to your breast, fingers rolling your nipple between them, and when you reach down to rub your clit he watches, adjusting the angle of his hips until you gasp and your legs snap tighter around him.
The stimulation makes you clench hard around him, your walls gripping with every stroke, and he drops onto his forearms with a groan, his chest pressing flush against yours. His mouth finds your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses that drag up to your jaw, tongue tracing the shell of your ear, his breath comes ragged and hot against your skin.
“Oh fuck,” he grits out, his hips stuttering just slightly before he forces them back to rhythm. ”I’m gonna cum in this pussy. Fuck—it’s so tight, you keep sucking me in.”
You moan and let your head fall back, but his fingers find your nipple and pinch, sharp enough to make you gasp and your eyes snap back to his. ”Eyes on me,” he says, voice rough.
”Yes—“ you breathe, holding his gaze even as your vision blurs at the edges. ”Cum inside, please—I want to feel you.”
He groans, low in his chest, his forehead dropping briefly to yours. ”Want me to fill you up?” His hips roll deep, grinding in a slow circle before pulling back and snapping forward again. ”Keep my cum deep inside you?” His free hand presses flat against your lower stomach, just below your navel, and you can feel the faint pressure of him moving inside you, impossibly intimate.
”Yes—please—“ Your fingers work faster against your clit, chasing the tension coiling tight at the base of your spine. ”I want to feel you, want to be closer—“
He pulls out suddenly and you whine at the loss, but he’s already moving, shifting you onto your back fully, spreading your thighs with his hands, and sliding back in from above. The new angle is deeper, his weight settling between your legs, chest to chest, and he buries himself to the hilt with a slow, grinding push that makes you both go still for a moment.
”Fuck,” he breathes, ”I love you.” He starts moving again, slower now but no less deep, each thrust rolling his hips to drag against the spot inside you that makes your vision white out at the edges. ”So perfect for me. Taking me like you were made for it.”
His hand presses harder against your lower stomach, and you can feel yourself clenching around him, feel the pressure of his palm on the outside matching every thrust. ”Gonna fill you up. Give you everything. You’ll take it, right?”
”Yes—yes, please—“ Your fingers are frantic on your clit, your heels digging into the backs of his thighs to pull him deeper. The wet sounds of your bodies together have grown loud and filthy, your moans tumbling over each other, his breath harsh and broken against your cheek. He stares down at you—eyes dark and completely focused, like you’re the only thing in the world—and you hold his gaze even as your body starts to unravel.
”Please make me cum,” you beg, voice cracking. ”Please—cum in me—“
His hips lose their rhythm, thrusts turning short and grinding, his whole body shuddering as he spills inside you. The sudden wet heat pushes you over the edge. You clench around him in waves, moaning his name, your back arching until only your shoulders stay on the mattress. He groans through it, riding the pulses of your orgasm, his hips working through every last tremor until you’re both gasping.
He pulls out slowly, and then stops, his gaze dropping between your legs eagerly watching. You feel the slick warmth starting to leak out and he catches it on the head of his cock, dragging it through your folds before pressing forward again, sinking just barely inside to push it back.
“There you go,” he hisses, the sound tight and pleased, his hips giving one last shallow roll before he pulls free and lifts your hips in his hands.
”You’re perfect,” he murmurs, and leans down to kiss you; deep and slow, his tongue pressing against yours, his hands cradling your face like something precious. The rest of the world goes quiet. There’s only the warmth of his mouth, the weight of his body, and the soft sound of both of you catching your breath.
When he pulls back, his eyes are heavy-lidded but still wild. ”You did so good. You deserve to cum again, wanna?” His hand drifts down and two fingers press flat against your clit, circling in slow, deliberate strokes that make your hips twitch up off the mattress.
You nod, pulling him back into a kiss. His mouth works against yours while his fingers keep moving—steady, unhurried, reading every small sound you make against his lips. He breaks away after a moment, lifting his hand to his mouth, eyes locked on yours as he drags his fingers across his tongue. Then he reaches back down, and the slick glide of his touch is filthier now, louder, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.
”Cum for me,” he says, voice rough and low, his fingers pressing harder on the upstroke. ”You deserve it.” He watches your face—every flicker, every catch of breath—and adjusts until your thighs are trembling. ”That’s it. There it is.” His free hand splays across your stomach to hold you still when you try to squirm away from the intensity of it. ”My good girl.”
Your head drops back, the orgasm rolls through you in long, shuddering waves, your thighs locking around his wrist, your voice breaking on his name. He works you through every pulse, fingers slowing but not stopping, until you go boneless against the sheets.
Luffy gathers you up against his chest, one arm looped around your back, his chin resting on the top of your head. You can feel his heartbeat under your ear; still elevated, but steadying. He presses a kiss to your forehead, then tips your chin up to meet your mouth, soft and unhurried.
When you lean further to deepen the kiss he chuckles, pulling away just enough as his hand curves around your throat, thumb tracing your pulse point. ”Baby, what’s your color?”
”Green,” you whisper into his jaw. You shift against him, feeling the press of him steadily growing hard against your thigh, and something tightens low in your belly all over again. ”Please, one more time? You’ve been gone so long Lu… just one more load?”
Luffy groans, a low and helpless sound, and laughs against your skin. ”Fuck, who’s the lucky bastard here?” He rolls onto his back and pulls you with him, hands settling on your hips as you push up to straddle him. You reach down to wrap your hand around his cock, still slick with both of you, and line him up. He watches your face as you sink down, jaw going slack when you take him all the way to the base in one slow, rolling drop of your hips.
”This what you want?” He thrusts up into you once, sharp and testing, grinning wide at the sound you make. ”Tell me.”
“Yes—” You brace your hands on his chest and lift, then drop back down, setting a grinding rhythm. “Fill me again, please—”
”I’ll give it to you.” His grip tightens on your hips, fingers pressing bruises into your skin. ”You’re so good to me, how could I say no?” He pulls you down to meet his mouth, kissing your throat, teeth grazing your pulse point as his hips start driving up to meet yours.
You feel every inch of him on each stroke, the drag and push of it deep and relentless, and you’re already so sensitive from before that the pleasure borders on too much.
”Please, Luff—fill me, push it back in,” you breathe against his ear, and you feel him shudder underneath you—a full-body tremor, steam curling at the edges of his skin for half a second before he reins it back in. Something shifts in his grip, his hands yank you down harder, forcing you to take the full length of him, hips snapping up in short, punishing thrusts that knock the breath out of you with every one.
”Again and again?” His voice is wrecked, barely more than a rasp against your throat. ”That’s how you want it?”
“Yes!” You can’t manage more than that. Your fingers curl into his shoulders, nails biting in, and you hold on while he drives into you until the headboard knocks against the wall and your vision dissolves at the edges. When you come this time it’s deep and grinding, your whole body clenching around him, and he follows you over with a low groan, hips stuttering through the last few thrusts as he spills inside you again, the wet heat of it pulling a helpless whimper out of you.
For a long moment neither of you moves. Then he wraps both arms around you and pulls you down against his chest, pressing his lips into your hair, your temple, the corner of your jaw. ”Oh my god,” you breathe, fingers tracing lazy patterns down the curve of his spine. ”I love you.”
”I love you,” he says back, like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
You feel him still hard inside you and roll your hips experimentally. His breath catches.
“Please, Luff? One more—”
He sighs, amused. ”I don’t know…”
You shift, rolling onto your back and lifting your legs into reverse cowgirl. Luffy laughs, eyes bright with mischief as he thrusts up, his cock dragging against your clit. ”Come on, I’m an old man,” he protests, voice teasing, though he tilts his head down to look at the view, his hand pulling one ass cheek for a better view.
You burst out laughing. ”An old man?!”
”Yeah,” he says, suddenly bashful. ”I do missionary, doggy, a spoon… I’m old now.”
You lean up to kiss him. ”An old man couldn’t fuck like that.”
a/n: and here's older!luffy. i think there's just something sweet about older luffy who feels a bit more at peace with everything he's accomplished, sure of who he is and his place in the world as it is. he's had his time to mess around, experience life and different versions of sex. and he likes to fuck rough, also to dominate and lead the pace. he's not afraid to let others lead either, but at his core, luffy is about his connections and bonds so i hope that shows through up next? older! monster trio x younger!afab!reader, featuring their breeding kink! here's a very brief overview! they're finally reached the island where you're at. you like the feeling of a village, a community, and so they indulge and willingly make the trip to visit you whenever they can. they've just finished docking and are walking up one of the paths towards the village when the sound of children's laughter draws their attention. they turn to look and see you there, surrounded by young children all swarming around your legs, trying to grab your attention. your laugh echoes through the field, ringing through their ears, making a smile pull on their lips just by hearing it. you always did have that effect on them, bringing a sort of calm and peace that they thought they would never feel again unless they were all united and on the open ocean again.and it sort of hits them all once, the option that they never quite considered until seeing you here, happy, smiling, and with wind in your hair as you play with the children. "Zoro, Sanji?" he asks, never taking his eyes off of you. He adjusts his hat just so he can get a better view of you. "Captain, I believe we're thinking the same thing." As the pirate king's wings are lost in their own thoughts of what a pregnant you would look like for their future.
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