OP Usopp x Reader - 🍋 - First Time
Summary: You and Usopp are nervous to spend the night together for the first time.
Warnings: virgin!Usopp, virgin!Reader, fem!Reader, soft dom!Usopp, perv!Usopp, fingering, pussy drunk!Usopp, unprotected sex
"We don't have to do this," he muttered, neglecting to look at you as you both sat on the edge of his bed, each staring at opposite walls.
"I want to," you replied with a tremble in your voice. "I want you, Usopp." You confessed, quickly glancing over at him, to find his ochre skin bathed in candle light, the embers of the bed side light making the highlights of his hair dance from coil to coil. His gaze was still away form you, but you could see his lashes, wet and longer than that of anyone else's you'd seen. If he had any qualities that always made your knees weak, it was his eyes- dark and soulful and of a delicious hue.
Before he could catch your admiration, you quickly shifted your view back to his doorframe. "Do...you want this?" you asked, feeling the guilt of possibly pressuring him crawling up your back and resting on your shoulder.
"I don't know..." he trailed, making your heart drop. "I-I just don't wanna force it, ya know?"
You nodded, against you will. No, you, in fact didn't understand. While it was true that you hadn't been dating very long, you couldn't help but hold the time before against him, when he constantly flirted with you- pinning you to walls and whispering in your ears just to see you get flustered. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up." you sighed, embarrassed at the prospect of being rejected and ready to simply go to the girls' room and weep until you drifted off.
"Wait, please don't go," he called quietly, reaching out for your wrist and forcing you to halt. "It's not that I don't want to, I'm just nervous is all."
"Nervous about what?" you asked, glancing back at him over your shoulder, wanting to hide you red and glossy eyes.
"I-I just..." he paused, bashful and worried to trip over his words as he so often had. "Contrary to what I've told you, I haven't actually done this before..."
Your eyes widened as you turned back to face him, fists balling in order to expel some sort of energy from your body. "But...you said that you and Kaya-"
"I lied." he said flatly, sighing and drooping his head in shame, no longer able to look at you. "We didn't even go out. I don't even know if she liked me back, honestly. I just...didn't want you to think I was a loser."
"Usopp, I've always thought you were a loser." You snickered behind your hand. "And a dork. I was honestly on the fence about believing it in the first place."
Usopp looked askance, gaze abruptly shifting to you with an offended expression before flickering away, mutter some muffled, curt reply. "You don't have to be so mean about it..."
"So..." you attempted to get the conversation back on the right course. "Do you still want me to sleep here tonight...?"
He looked up at you with a slight blush dusting his cheeks, almost in awe. "Y-Yeah..."
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You couldn't help but feel shy with his lips peppering your neck. Sure, he'd done this a hundred times, but this time the context was different- heavier and lighter at the same time. Occasionally, he'd chuckle to himself before delivering a small bite to your flesh and relishing the noises his actions extracted from you.
You felt safe, yet trapped in his embrace, his arms forming a tight cage around your plush form, and hands grabbing for whatever they could reach. Usopp had a habit of groping that you would have never expected from him, grabbing anything on you that was soft at the worst of times. He had always been obsessed with skin, especially yours, and the more he could get of it, the better. The tone, warmth, and texture of your flesh did things to him and he could entertain himself for hours just kneading the dough of you- but tonight was a special occasion and he knew you'd only let him fidget for so long. He had to make it count.
The sensation of being his plaything was akin to that of the prey of a large snake, constricted in delightful ways that made your heart race as you were never sure were he'd squeeze you next. This was your favorite part of your little sessions together, though they'd never gone much farther. You loved being his little stress ball, it made you feel so needed.
You laid on your side with your back to him as he spooned you, arms and legs spiraling around your body like vines- it almost reminded you of something Luffy might do to show endearment, but the butterflies in your belly would never be something the captain could create. They only came from the dark, wet bruises forming on the nape of your neck, and the way your breasts were being toyed with with the perfect amount of pressure.
"So pretty..." Usopp growled, nuzzling the back of your scalp while listening for the occasional hiccup in your pattern of breathing- the air getting caught in your throat each time he did something above what he'd been doing before. "Wanna touch you so bad..." he cooed, his fingertips trailing down away from your chest and past your tummy. "Please baby, just let me touch you..."
You nodded shyly, brows knit together in a submissive manner and body craving any sensation closer to your heat. "P-Please touch me, Usopp..." you consented, barely above a whisper, shuddering when your request was immediately fulfilled by the grazing of fingers on your pelvis, threatening to simply abolish the fabric beneath them and revenge whatever lay beneath.
Before you had a chance to breathe, you felt the most wonderful pressure on your crotch, the pads of his strong fingers rubbing soft circles against your clit, the seam of your panties adding a breathtaking friction into the mix. "So warm..." he commented, marveling at the sensation of it all. He'd never gotten this far with you, or anyone really, and now all he had left was his pure instinct of how things should be done. "Can I take 'em off, baby?" he nearly begged, glancing up at you, though the angle wouldn't allow him to see the desperation on your face, only a rushed nod.
With a smirk, he began to unravel himself and detach from you, leaving you clueless as to his intentions. You peered up at him as he finally freed himself from your weight and crawled to position himself between your legs. "W-What are you gonna do...?" you gained the courage to ask.
"I'm gonna take your shorts off, kay?" he reiterated, but you were sure he had ulterior motives. "I just wanna see you." Heat immediately arose to your cheeks at the prospect of him seeing your most private sights, as you'd never heard it normal in the romance novels you'd read. Things like this didn't happen in the source materials you'd had access to.
"W-Why would you wanna see that?" you asked timidly, trying to be brave, yet hiding your face behind your hand at the same time.
"If I tell you, you'll probably hit me." he joked, reaching up to grip the garments from the sides of your hips. "Or call me a perv."
"Tell me, Usopp..." you pouted, propping yourself up on your elbows to see him better.
"You really wanna know?" he smirked, his chocolatey gaze meeting yours momentarily, darkened with lust. "Okay, you twisted my arm, but don't say I didn't warn you. I just wanna know if it's like what I imagined." As he spoke, his hands shimmied the material down your thighs and over your knees, forcing your legs to prop up, giving him the perfect view when from a angle with legs tightly closed. "I can't help but stare sometimes, ya know? Like when you're in that tiny little bikini, I'm just watching to see if something will pop out."
"Usopp!" you whined, doing your best to kick him, only to have him catch your foot in an expert show of agility, using his leverage to spread your knees. He stared down at your sex hungrily, in a way that made you feel awkward. You didn't know guys liked this sort of thing, then again, you didn't know much of anything real men liked- only what you could gather from erotic literature that you borrowed from Robin.
You waited impatiently for his response, dying to know if your pussy looked the way he'd hoped it would, but instead all you got were fingers, spreading your open. After the initial shock, you bashfully looked back up at him to find him laser focused on his ministrations. Unbeknownst to you, he felt hypnotized. None of his fantasies could have conjured up the way you looked and smelled and reacted. It was all so intoxicating to him and he began to feel almost primal in nature.
"Fuck..." he growled, the pad of his left middle finger caressing the your core, threatening to breach. "T-This was a mistake." he trembled, making your stomach drop in fear.
"W-Why?" you asked, saddened, but weak from what his touch was doing to you.
"I want you so so badly," he breathed with an awestruck expression. "Want to do everything to you, I'm so obsessed." He confessed, his gaze finally coming up to meet yours. "I need to feel you from the inside, I don't know if I'd be able to stop myself..."
You slowly sat up and reached out to cup his cheek. "I don't want you to stop...I really want to make love with you, Usopp." Your soft words clashed with his crude thoughts and created a storm in his mind. He was so scared of hurting you or doing something wrong but he wasn't sure if he even had the will power to turn away anymore, no matter how nervous he was.
"You promise you'll stop me if you're not comfortable?" he begged, eyes desperate and glassy.
"I swear." you replied and something snapped inside him. He instantly pushed you back down onto the bed and fell on top of you, connecting hips lips to yours. Simultaneously, his fingers travelled back down and found themselves prodding around your entrance again, this time hardly hesitating to insert one as deep as it would go. You involuntarily flexed around it, the feeling foreign and new as he mapped you out like an uncharted island. Though he lacked experience, he was quite observant as he waited for your reactions and gauged them according to how he touched you. Instantly, he noticed your drastic change in volume once he found a particularly spongy patch on flesh and pressed it, repeating the motion like his life depended on it until you decided he would stop.
You had long since begun to feel as though you might short circuit with the presence of his finger against one of the most sensitive points in your body, when you suddenly felt a gentle tug at the flesh surrounding your clitoris. Usopp had gotten the idea to bring his thumb up in an attempt to stimulate you externally and no words could you form to express to him how good of a decision it was. You could hardly form words to string together, but his tongue pushing passed your lips had sealed your fate in speaking as your eyes began to roll back.
Finally, for only a moment, you were given a window of opportunity for expression as he pulled away, huffing hard with a strand of saliva connecting his tongue to yours. Looking down at you as a man starving, he smiled and wipe his lips on the back of his knuckles as his pace of stimulation slowed. "Fuck, baby, I'm all over you." he cooed, brows knitting slightly, giving him the demeanor of an obsessed lover. "Can't get enough," he began with a sharp inhale, exhaling on with the insertion of a second finger, complimented with a short but passionate kiss. "Of my sweet one."
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"Ready, baby?" Usopp asked holding you left thigh and caressing it while lining himself up. You couldn't help but whine at the sight of your legs over his shoulders and his loving stare casted on you with such admiration. You nodded slowly, catching your lip between your teeth in anticipation. "This might hurt a bit, so if you need me to stop just say so, 'kay?" You nodded once again just before your breath hitched in your throat at the slight feeling of pressure- his head threatening to breach. Very carefully, he guided himself in, not immune to your hisses of discomfort. He could hardly remain composed at the feeling of you clenching around him, the tightness willing to send him over the edge, but he instead chose to focus on your experience rather than his own.
"Doing so so good, baby." he soothed, reaching down from the awkward angle to wipe a bubble of saline from the corner of your eye. "Just hold out for me a little longer and I promise I'll make you feel so good, sweet thing."
Slowly but surely, the pain of the initial stretch began to subside into intense discomfort, which then too faded further into a more mild form that soon left you feeling too full and in need of action. "Go slow..." you directed, relieved when he smiled down at you with lidded eyes and nodded. Usopp carefully rocked into you, sweat dripping off his brow, less from the activity itself and more from the anxiety it gave him. To him, you were made of glass- a thin, delicate kind that might have formed a champagne flute or a statuette. And he wanted to break you, oh so badly, but the repercussions of a decision like that were harsher than he could bare.
"This okay, baby?" he asked, a nervous crack in his voice. All you could give him in response was a hurried nod, feeling your cheeks burn and eyes glue themselves shut. Never in your life had you felt such a delicious ache. Usopp took your silence for a signal that you were enjoying whatever he was doing, and kept on, his pace naturally falling into a steady one. He could feel his calm façade beginning to falter as his head momentarily dropped, almost as if he'd dozed off. Quite the contrary, however. He was truthfully so overwhelmed by the way you drew him in, watching himself disappear within you over and over with hazy eyes. "Shit, baby...my cock looks so good slipping inside this pretty pussy..." He muttered, voice half slurred and intoxicated on the sensation of you.
You hadn't quite heard what he said, and had you been in the headspace to care, you might have been insecure at the prospect of him staring down at you in such a lewd way, but you were brainless in his sheets, eyes rolled back and drool dribbling from the corner of your lips. Your only sounds were the breathy whines that fell into sync with his pattern of thrusting- one each time his hips made contact with yours. He began to wonder about you, about how well you'd received him and how little it took to subdue you this far. He was curious how you'd react to a chance of pace.
Grabbing your hips, and lifting your bottom half entirely off the mattress, he readied himself, his shoulders now in the crooks of your knees as he gave a warning. "Gonna go a little faster now, but I know you can handle it." You gave the weakest nod and he smirked, slamming himself into you, reveling in the way you cried out, tears already forming in your eyes.
"A-Ah! Usopp!" you sobbed with clenched teeth as his pace picked up to an Earth shattering high medium, paired with the deepest penetration he could muster. All you could do was grip the sheets beneath you in an effort to brace for impact and whine through gritting jaws. You were entirely overtaken by his actions as you struggled to maintain any sense of control over your reactions. In the end, you were reduced to little more than a needy, writhing mess as he fucked into you.
You could feel his nails digging into the dough of your hips as noise pour out from behind his teeth- a desperate, animalistic kind that made you nervous he may loose control and hurt you some how, yet you thought you might like it if he did, as you no longer were able to muter a thought that didn't consist of him.
With no were else to go but up, and in the light of the amazing friction that Usopp's lowering body offered, you had little resistance to give, feeling yourself work up to an unbelieve level of arousal at an incredible pace. You wanted so desperately call out to him and communicate your impending undoing, but you'd long since been rendered non verbal. The most you could do was wait for the wave to wash over you and hope that he was paying enough attention to your reactions to stop before he over stimulated you.
Meanwhile, Usopp was of a similar disposition, feeling himself work his way but, but worried that if we wasn't able to hold out, there may be some wicked repercussion for him, not that he knew how long would be long enough regardless. But try as he did to edge himself, there was no stopping the way his hands trembled, gripping your flesh like a life raft in a sea of uncertainty. The only thing he could be certain of was the way you were spasming around him, coaxing his climax further with your own, which he sadly failed to recognize in time.
"Fuck!" he hissed, withdrawing himself from you as quickly as possible, just swift enough for pearlescent ropes to tie up your tummy and chest, even your cheek and lip. He looked down at you, submitting to whatever ridicule you might rain down on him for cumming on your face, but instead was met with the same expression: bashful satisfaction. Little did he know, his little act had awakened something inside of you that had yet to be explored.
"Sorry...I just didn't wanna...ya know." he stammered, trying his best to convey his uneasiness to fill you with his seed just yet.
"I-I liked it..." you confessed, eyes darting away and tongue shyly licking away what little of the substance had gotten caught on your lips. "C-Could you do it again next time?"
"Will there be a next time?" he asked timidly, still staring down at your with astonishment.
"I hope so."
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