#usopp op

[caexchii]

Super late HBD to the bday boy 🎂🎉💋

[murphmurphthejerk]

These four specifically deserve to be grouped together for an arc so they can get into all the shenanigans they want while the rest of the crew takes care of shit. We'll call it Boys Trip.

[solar-eclipsed]

And the original image. Of course

[galexonepiece]

Usopp is the only one who’s right.

[commander-spaceboy]

Smthn smthn this post is very them

[onepiececoloredits]

From One Piece Color Walk 6

[eustasskidagenda]

☆ONE PIECE KINKTOBER DAY 16.

lingerie — ft.Usopp

usopp is always fascinated by your lingerie. but can he really handle the mischiefs you planned for today? ☆ CW: f!reader, lingerie, established relationship -> additional kinks: body worship/praises WC: 1,6k

kinktober masterlist. ☆ my ko-fi previous ←✧ ✧→ next

Usopp’s eyes are focused on his sketchbook, trying to capture the light catching your hair, the way your lips part slightly whenever you speak, and how beautiful you look in his workshop, surrounded by pencils, papers, plants, and tools. But his observant gaze can’t help but think something is different about you today… He looks at you a few times, then flips through his last drawings of you. Yes, something is off. “Hold on a second…” He sets his pencil down. “Come here for a second…” 

You don’t move from your stool, fidgeting playfully with the soft fabric of your shirt, using your charm as a cunning. “Why?” Usopp stands up and grabs your hips gently, his hands tracing your waist. “Your waist looks different today.” He murmurs, his thumbs pressing gently against your sides as he inspects you closely. But you shrug, nonchalant. “You think so? Maybe. Get back to your sketchbook, I know how I want you to draw me today.” You add quickly to cloud the issue. “Mhmh,” Usopp hums suspiciously. He’s the king of liars, don’t think he doesn’t notice the slight tremor in your voice and how your gaze avoids his. “You know what pose you want?” He still asks, analyzing your body language more closely. 

“Yes. Close your eyes… it’s funniest with a bit of suspense, right?” You lie pathetically. Usopp raises an eyebrow, but obliges, closing his eyes. “Don’t cheat.” You warn him, well aware how talented he is with tricks and how observant his sniper eyes are. Usopp listens closely to the soft sounds of rustling fabric and quiet breathing. You take off your clothes as silently as possible before turning on the stool, presenting your back and… what you were hiding beneath your shirt. 

Stunning garter corset enhancing your curves with sensual flair. Audacious and creative, just how Usopp likes it - the combination of the faux leather bra top blending with sheer floral lace panels is bold, with a beautiful lace-up front creating crisscross patterns on your delicate skin. “Open your eyes,” you whisper, adjusting quickly your fishnets, stockings, and garter belts. 

Usopp obeys… he blinks several times to clear his vision, his mouth goes totally dry, his breath hitches in his throat. “What the…” Face flushed, he runs his fingers in his beautiful hair, the tight little curls smooth against his skin. “You…” He babbles, unable to talk properly, hypnotized by how the corset hugs your curves like a dream, accentuating your waist and pushing up your rear in a way that makes his eyes darken with need. “By the gods… turn around… please…” He murmurs, his pencil dropping forgotten on the floor. 

But you click your tongue. “No. Use your imagination and try to figure out how I look. Draw it. If you’re close enough, I’ll turn around…” You tease him, curious to see what is artistic mind will imagine. 

“It’s unfair…” Usopp protests weakly, but you don’t give him the time to complain. “Yeah, you can’t cheat for once. You gotta learn to trust yourself.” 

His heart races at your teasing words; he quickly picks up his pencil, his hands shaking slightly as he starts to sketch you, capturing the image of you sitting on the stool, your back arched perfectly, the corset hugging your waist and the thong disappearing between your cheeks. His poor imagination runs wild as he tries to picture your front side based on the back view you’re giving him, his mind filled with dirty thoughts and creative interpretations. 

“Describe to me what you’re drawing, I’ll tell you if you’re close or not.” Usopp pauses his drawing, his pencil hovering over the paper as he tries to gather his courage to formulate coherent sentences. “You’re seated on the stool, back arched, lace panels covering your side…” He swallows hard. “Mhmh, what about the front view?” 

“Let me think,” he stutters, his pencil moving faster. “I… you… your breasts… I guess they are pushed up by the corset, spilling over slightly… just how I like it. I think it’s lace…” He licks his lips unconsciously. “Just as the panels covering your hips.” He adds, his mind working hard. Your soft laugh echoes in the room. “Not bad. But not perfectly accurate. Come here, give me your hand,” you instruct softly.

Usopp sets his sketchbook goofily aside and stands up, his heart racing with anticipation. His figure looms over yours, your shadows interlaced, two delicate silhouettes on the cool wood floor, dimmed lights creating beautiful shades. “You smell good,” he whispers, inhaling deeply the scent of your perfume. You interlace your fingers with his and guide his hand on the hem of your corset, letting him feel the faux leather bra top. “You still think it’s lace right there?”  Usopp’s fingers brush against the smooth, cool fabric. “Oh,” he breathes out, tracing the edge of the leather gently. “Not lace. Leather.” Pupils dilated with lust, he shifts uncomfortably when you cup your breast with his hand. “Yes, leather.” You confirm with a playful tone, guiding his hand lower. 

His fingers fumble with the lace-up front of the corset, feeling the smooth leather giving way to delicate lace beneath his fingertips. “Lace-up,” he comments softly, counting  the tiny holes where the lace ties, his mind racing with images of untying each one slowly. A shiver runs down your spine, Usopp’s thumb brushes over your stomach, caressing the smooth skin of your lower abdomen, the tiny triangle of exposed flesh sending a jolt of electricity through his body.  Even lower, he can feel the elastic band of your thong and the delicate straps of your garter belts… “My…” 

Oh, his poor heart is pounding widely in his chest, his brain saturated with images of how amazing you must look… if only you could turn around just a little. Playing with his nerves, you don’t allow him to see your front view, despite feeling his hard cock pressed against your back. Instead, you point to his abandoned sketchbook. “Finish your drawing now, if I like the result, I’ll let you do whatever you want.” 

Your poor man sits back down on his stool like a good boy, his face flushed, his hands shaking, struggling to find a comfortable position with his painfully hard length begging for some attention. Usopp picks up his pencil, his drawings turning more precise, sensual, picturing the leather top corset, lace-up front, fishnet stockings and garter belts. He bites his lip hard when he draws the tiny exposed triangle of skin… “Done…” He says, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Show me. Time for your judgment.” He lands you his sketchbook, revealing the incredibly detailed and sensual drawing of your silhouette, the corset perfectly captured with every lace detail and leather panels meticulously drawn. “Do I pass?” He asks with hopeful eyes, waiting for your verdict. “Pass.” You confirm with a soft smile, amazed by how mesmerizing you always look under Usopp’s fingers and pencils. 

Almost skeptical, Usopp swallows hard. “Are you really going to let me do whatever I want?” He questions, his thumbs brushing your hips. “A promise is a promise. Your only limit is… your self-esteem. 

Usopp tries to hide his nervousness. How is he supposed to not struggle with his low self-esteem and deep lack of confidence when he’s around such a beautiful woman? Sometimes, he can’t help but think he’s just dreaming, because why would someone like you love someone like him?

Despite his fear to mess up again, to not be good enough, to ruin the moment, and to not be as perfect, confident as you, he places his hands on your hips and silently guides you to stand up until you’re seated on the desk, him between your legs. Usopp’s eyes are shining with genuine admiration, how beautiful your face is taking the light, how the lace reveals your skin, how every single inch of your body is little pieces of a canvas, the prettiest he ever saw - a masterpiece. Lips partly open, you reach for his face, caressing his jaw gently. Slowly, hesitant, Usopp pushes your thong aside, his eyes darkening slightly with lust… his fingers brush over your folds softly, almost reverently, like an artist touching his muse for the first time, his other hand remains firmly on your waist, anchoring himself, keeping steady. Under the soft light, the sight of your glistening cunt is enough to heat up Usopp’s cheeks, his cock throbbing, hard through his overalls. He leans in closer, struggling as always to find a position to kiss your jawline without injuring his nose in the process. 

Turning bolder, his thumb runs along your slit, finding your clit and circling it with shaky moves. He trails open-mouthed kisses along your neck, sliding one finger inside you. “So wet…” He sighs, almost surprised, watching how you shudder under his touch, delicate yet hesitant as always. Keeping your promise, you don’t move, let him do whatever he wants, placing delicate hickeys on your collarbone, pulling out his fingers only to unclothe himself, revealing his throbbing, leaking cock. 

Usopp cups your face, eyes full of admiration when he slides his length inside you, his cock sinking into your wet heat, filling you up to the brim. Damn, the way your corset squeezes your waist, how your stockings hug your thighs, how you’re always so tight and warm around him… Mesmerized, Usopp watches how your cunt swallows his length, your breasts bouncing slightly with each thrust. His hands never leave your waist, gripping you tightly as if afraid you might disappear. Your flushed face, lips partly open, half-lidded eyes shining with lust are a sight to behold… 

“You know what I want to draw next?” Usopp grips your hips, slamming deep inside you, making you gasp and shudder. “Your face when you cum undone just for me.” 

His confession makes you shiver and Usopp notes every single detail of your head throwing back, your lovely mouth open, your hands gripping his long hair and how intoxicating your body looks in this damn lingerie.

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[kimkig]

usopp having a praise kink but also being the most self deprecating mf alive so he feels super embarrassed about it. he’s like “i. i like being told that I’m good and im doing a good job. AAAARGGHH DONT LOOK AT ME IM SUCH A FREAK”