Luffy x OC comission for anon. tysm for trusting me with your ideas:) Not the full comission since tumblr wont let me post it? Idk WC: around 7.1k
TW: noncon and a bunch of other problematic things.
COMISSIONS INFO
In that moment, time and space seem to have frozen and run at twice their speed at the same time, completely and unequivocally wrong in their course. What’s big is now small and what’s wrong is right. Everything natural and established suddenly became anything but that, now reduced to ashes of what is comprehensible for the human mind. Everything in that moment is nothing but an explosion of bright colors that seem too bright to be real, the ground reduced to a bouncy mess that makes Azumi’s legs feel even more unsteady than they already were; even if she was trembling before, with fear, with anticipation, with an anxiety that bubbled like an infernal cauldron right on the pit of her stomach. She tries to avoid looking at it too much, because seeing that thing up in the sky: a cloud that has taken the form of someone she knows all-too-well, makes her feel smaller than she has ever felt in that world.
Too lost in her own thoughts, in her own fear that she doesn’t notice the others calling for her, but nobody came, nobody in their right mind wanted to stay there, right at the entrance of the cave, right in front of the den of wolves, too dangerous, too scary, too everything that was wrong and bad and awful. But Azumi was there, frozen in place with her trembling legs and her weapon rendered useless in front of beasts that were nothing she had ever seen before. The black haired boy who had shared his laughter and tears with her ever since she has the ability to walk is now a ghost, something forgotten and remote in an island that they left behind some time ago, a long time ago, a few hours, a few days, a few years. Luffy, the Monkey D. Luffy she knows and loves, is lost, faded away and replaced instead by this strange being that bounces from the ground to the stars repeatedly like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like it’s normal, like it isn’t scaring her shitless.
“Aren’t you so happy to see me?” He asks, that thing is in front of her face in a millisecond, too fast to process, then behind her, then in front of her again, holding her by the waist and lifting her from the ground with ease. An awful sensation starts to weigh down on her shoulders, running down her back, a wave of nausea that hits her so hard she has to close her green eyes before the imminent threat of vomit becomes a reality. She doesn’t dare to look, to see if she’s high up in the sky, hanging from the moon with him cradling her with an eerie gentleness, or if she’s still on the ground. “Come on, Azumi. Since when are you scared to look at me?”
“What are you?” Her words are merely a meek whimper, something pitiful, and he
has the audacity to laugh, cackle as if he has been told the best joke of his life, holding her tighter as she presses her eyes even more shut, brows furrowed. “Answer me.” It tries to sound like an order, but it’s nothing but a plead, she sounds like a child, like a little girl, the same girl who used to hide behind Luffy and cling to his shirt whenever Ace and Sabo scared her with spooky stories that looking back at them didn’t make any sense. And Luffy, in his eternal illumination, in the state he’s in, feels the most visceral delight he has ever felt at having her be so vulnerable in his arms.
He’s powerful, she is not. He is nothing short of a god, she is a mere mortal, a prize, something to claim, to eat.
He didn’t know where he got this intense hunger all of the sudden, maybe his power intensifying meant his appetite did as well. And even if the thought of actually devouring Azumi seemed strangely appealing, he thought it wasn’t that good of an idea either. Or maybe, he could see it in other ways, Sanji had said food was a euphemism for other great pursuits ever since humanity existed. Maybe he was hungry for other things; perhaps her lips, her hips, her cunt. If he was in his right mind, he would blush at thinking those kinds of things, but right now he can only focus on the primal, on the very base of his being and his needs and existence. After all, it was only natural, even gods and higher beings fuck, its in every mithology and religion. And he, right now, wants to fuck.
“Have sex with me,” Those words, despite trying to be a petition, sound more like an order, Azumi’s eyes by mere instinct open up wide, mouth dropping. Completely puzzled, and flustered as Luffy’s hands travel downwards to cup her rear, giving it a firm squeeze, lewd. “Nobody but us here, Azumi.”
“Are you insane?!” She exclaims, horrified, but freeing herself from Luffy’s grip in that moment seems impossible. He’s hot, quite literally, it’s like he’s boiling, a layer of sweat already coating her soft skin, her clothes sticking to her body. But he doesn’t seem fazed, the cloudy curls of his hair flow and move freely, like clouds, like vapor, and he continues to touch as much as he wants, paying no mind to her comment. “No, no! This is— I don’t— Luffy, I don’t want to!”
“But I do,” His voice sounds like him in that moment, even if it's slightly detached, like it's an imposter, an alien taking control of his body, a parasitic infection that has claimed his brain and is now manipulating him to do whatever he’s doing in that moment. “And you’ll enjoy it too.”
“How do you know?!” It’s all that can leave Azumi’s lips as Luffy tears apart the back of her pants, ripping the fabric in half and taking her underwear apart as well in the process. His fingers, scorching hot, graze the curve of her ass without too much thought, even if they’re not yet touching her most intimate regions, the most prohibited of places, a place nobody has ever had the pleasure of claiming, of defiling. How delightful to be able to get possession of that title, of being able to claim the one thing no amount of treasures and money can buy, her purity, her virginity.
“I just do,” He offers her a smile, wide, unnerving, teeth as white as the hair and gown he’s wearing at that moment. “I’ll make sure you enjoy it. I’ll give you anything and everything you want. I’ll stretch my tongue, I’ll make my cock double its size, I’ll do anything to make sure you don’t leave my side without cumming your brains out, Azumi.”
“You’re insane!” The curls of her hair cover her face and become a mess as she thrashes in Luffy’s grip, tears leaving her eyes, she feels cold on her nether regions due to the multiple holes and rips Luffy has left on her undergarments, and Luffy is more interested in other aspects of her physics, how her breasts bounce a little with every move, or how her naked ass grazes his own skin as she tries to switch positions, to get a firmer grip on her body, on her mind, on her sanity. Luffy’s arms snake around her, stretching until they’re constricting her like a piton to a fawn it just captured. Azumi feels air leaving her lungs as Luffy pulls her closer, his chest hitting her back as she is able to feel the hard rod of his cock probing through the fabric of his pants; it aches to be buried inside her tight heat, welcomed by her soft and gummy walls. “No– No, Luffy! I— I mean it! Stop it!” Azumi begs, pleading for him to stop, but he doesn’t. Instead, he switches positions. It all happens in a flash, the ground is hard against her knees and she feels the stinging pain of scratching her skin, palms and knees now scraped as Luffy’s hands explore her body in motions that seem all but knowing. He has never been one to shy away from the unknown, which is why he touches her curves with such confidence, without any shyness, even as Azumi’s pleas drown in his thoughts, fall deaf on his ears. Her waist, her hips, the curve of her breasts, no part of her is left untouched.
“You taste so good,” He slurs out, pussy-drunk out of his mind. He spits at her folds, getting them even more slick. “I’m having so much fun. Are you having fun, Azumi?” He asks, rubbing the expanse of her slick with eager fingers, sloppy movements that make her dizzy.
“No! Stop i— Nghh!” Azumi’s eyes roll to the back of her head as Luffy’s fingers enter her cunt, making her whine, drooling on the floor. He flips her over with a strong arm, her back hitting the floor as Luffy spreads her legs, and her pussy, fingering her with fingers that aren’t too sure just where to touch and press and prob, but still do all of that, curl inside her and make something inside her stomach feel about to loosen; when she least expects it, a fountain of squirt leaves her insides, coating Luffy’s already glistening abs in a layer of divine liquid. He frowns, expressing other than joy and bliss for the first time since he started to defile Azumi.
“Hmm, wanted to taste that,” Luffy whines, but his fingering becomes rougher, more incessant. “Guess I’ll just have to make you do that again.” He grins once more, and with the subtlest switch of positions from his part, he is able to finger her faster, Azumi doesn’t know if he’s using his powers to dig deeper inside of her, to hit her g-spot with such precision. Her head is spinning, and she’s writhing and screaming Luffy’s name. Orgasm after orgasm ripped out of her by force, by a mere whim of a man who doesn’t even seem like himself right now. Fingers that take and take and take and don’t care about what’s happening around them, the world keeps spinning and Luffy doesn’t relent, doesn’t care, he’s too focused on getting Azumi to squirt once more all over his abs, to get her to squirt all over his face so he can drink that beautiful, lewd elixir and enjoy her to his heart's content. And Azumi can’t do anything other than try and enjoy the situation, the sheer humiliation of being laid bare in such a place, exposed, devoured like a feast, taken with nothing remotely similar to dignity or love.
“Please, Luffy,” She doesn’t know what she’s begging for. He isn’t stopping, that’s for sure, at this point she isn’t even remotely sure Luffy is able to compute what she wants or feels, the pain, the betrayal, the pleasure, all a mixture of feelings that end up making her mind go blank by pure instinct, as something to protect the fragile strands of sanity left in her. But Luffy pays no mind to that, incapable of thinking of anything other than sex while he greedily sucks at her clit like it’s a popsicle, his tongue flicking the bud of skin before going back to wrapping his lips around it and suckling. His eyes dark and half lidded, sweat painting his forehead and making his cloudy locks stick to his skin, Azumi in the same state, sweaty, sticky and naked, at least she isn’t covered in her own juices, unlike Luffy, who glistens with another fresh coat of squirt that he eagerly drinks as soon as it leaves her body. His fingers continue his relentless assault, continuing the job of making her writhe and moan underneath him; making his cock harder with every delirious chant of his name that leaves Azumi’s perfectly full lips. “I’m dying, I’m– I’m going to die, Luffy.”
“Then I’ll bring you back to life,” He murmurs, voice muffled in her own slick folds, his hand pressing over Azumi’s abdomen to keep her place, a mockery every time her hips lift as her back arches in pleasure, even if she tried to deny it, her body is reacting positively, which is all that Luffy cares about, he only cares about the taste of her cunt and the way her breasts fall so beautifully as she stays laid over her back. He wonders how it would be if he had waited, if he had done this on his bed or over the ships floor, somewhere softer, quieter, better; but there’s no use in thinking about such things now, not when he started the act, not when his knees are scraped and bruised from how long he has been kneeling while taking her. “I love you, Azumi. I love you.” His eyes close, burying his face in her cunt again, fingers and tongue working in synchrony as he eats her out and makes her cum again, and again, and again. Maybe it’s the positive aspect of this situation, at least she’s cumming senseless on her first time, not many people can say that, not many men can get such a reaction out of a pretty girl such as Azumi. Luffy feels proud, his ego swelling dangerously as he realizes just how fucked-out Azumi is in that moment. Sweaty, head spinning with pleasure, clit red and throbbing and a cunt that’s overflowing with her own cum like a fountain. He grins, lapping at all the expanse of her folds with the flat of his tongue, tasting his doing, his victory. A yonko lies dead behind them, he almost forgot. It’s like mocking the corpse, like rubbing in its face that Luffy has prevailed, and he will continue to do so. His cock aches at the morbidity of it all, his trousers damp with so much pre-cum little stains have started to appear all over the fabric. So he takes it out, and strokes it with his free hand. His pace is quick, and the rhythm of his tongue and fingers falters over Azumi’s body as he gets lost in the sensation of masturbating. It’s too much to bear, and when they both least expect it, Luffy is already burying himself inside of her, filling her with thick ropes of cum. Twisting her around so her nipples pebble as they meet the hard ground, ass up as he pushes her head down.
“No! No, no, no!” Azumi screams, trying to push his body away, but Luffy restrains her hands, pulling her close until his cock is buried to the brim, pumping a large load of batter inside her pliant insides, her fertile womb, fat tears roll down her eyes and Luffy can only smile, lazy, half lidded, feeling exhaustion take his toll over him. But as soon as he sees the thin strand of blood that connects them both, mixing with the whiteness of his cum, the energy seems to come right back.
