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The first time you noticed, you were carrying a hamper of laundry across ship. Zoro had been napping against the railing, Luffy plopped down beside him. You paused, enjoying the sight of your captain and first mate together. Their bond was so special. Zoro, ever loyal and protective. Luffy, constantly believing in his swordsman’s strength, trusting him with his own life.
Zoro had been the first crewmate, hadn’t he?
As you were thinking, staring at the two men with a hamper in your hands, they leaned toward each other, and kissed. It was the first time you’d seen them do that. Heat flooded your body, and you meant to move along but something kept you rooted in place. The kiss quickly deepened, and soon enough Luffy was clambering onto Zoro’s lap, his arms around the swordsman’s neck. Zoro grabbed two handfuls of Luffy’s ass and rutted against him. You could hear the captain’s moan from here.
Quickly, you let out a little squeak of your own and hurried off to the laundry room.
***
You couldn’t get the image out of your mind. Try as you might, the sight of your captain and his first mate kissing was seared into your eyeballs. You weren’t the only one to notice the shift in their relationship, partly because they were not subtle about it.
One evening, the crew was all gathered around the dining table, getting ready to eat the pot roast Sanji had made. Zoro and Luffy were missing. It was strange, since Luffy was usually the first one in the galley, shouting for food. No one paid much mind though, focusing on their own dinner, when everyone heard it.
The loud, unmistakable moan of their captain.
It was obviously erotic, wafting all the way from his cabin to the kitchen. Everyone froze, staring at each other. Then his voice got louder, clearer, as he cried out,
“Ahh, ah! Zoro!”
The kitchen erupted.
Sanji bolted out towards the captain’s quarters, yelling at the two to “Shut the fuck up, you idiots!!!”
Robin had covered her mouth, even her cheeks pink. Nami had burst out laughing, holding out her hand to accept the wad of berri Usopp gave her. Chopper had choked on his drink, and Brook was clapping him on his little back.
“Yohoho, how surprising!”
You were sitting completely still, your face on fire. Your fork was still paused halfway to your mouth. Franky had laughed right along with Nami, assuring everyone that, “I’ll soundproof it tomorrow!”
“Soundproof it tonight,” Usopp said ominously. The rest of you nodded, everyone knowing full well how insatiable Luffy’s appetite was, in all things.
“Crow’s nest, too.”
You spoke before you could help yourself. Franky and Usopp nodded in sync.
“Good idea,” the sniper said.
***
It took about a week for everyone to calm down.
After that first time, when Zoro and Luffy finally emerged from the captain’s quarters (both covered in hickies), everyone whooped and hollered.
“Yohoho, welcome back, lovebirds!”
“I told you, Robin! I totally called it!”
“Can you quiet down next time?”
“Did you have a super time?!”
Luffy laughed and laughed, leaning against Zoro with a hand over his eyes. Zoro, for his part, was bright red and silent. But he wasn’t scowling. In fact, at just the corners of his mouth, it almost looked like he was smiling.
You just stared.
***
You weren’t jealous.
You weren’t.
And you were happy for them, you really were,
It’s just, ah—
You had a couple crushes.
On both of them.
You hadn’t known what to do with yourself, thrust into a crew with them onboard. Stunning and strong, protective and loyal, carefree and adventurous…not to mention beautiful. Honestly it was no wonder they were attracted to each other, they were both amazing!
So you had kept to yourself, not wanting your silly crushes to get in the way of your burgeoning friendships with the crew. You didn’t want to rock the boat, so to speak.
But the problem was, the more you got to know everyone, including them, you only fell more in love.
You had learned that Luffy’s loyalty ran deep. That he would give everything to the people he loved, and often did. He was always reckless and stubborn in the face of adversity. He just helped people. He was so selfish and so good that everyone around him was brighter for it.
He really was going to be King of the Pirates.
As you were pondering this, pencil between your teeth with your sketchbook lying open on your lap, a shadow fell over your page. You looked up to see a mossy green head and sharp grey eyes.
“Hi, Zoro.”
He had just been napping against the railing, not far away from where you were sketching. Luffy was training on deck, his vest thrown off somewhere. The sunlight beamed down on his tanned shoulders, the wind softly rustling his dark hair.
“Hey.”
The first mate squatted down next to you, and you moved to cover your sketchbook, embarrassment flooding through you. Zoro, however, was quicker than you. He snatched up the sketchbook and immediately held it out of your reach.
“Zoro—!”
“Hey, this is pretty good!” He grinned at your drawing, “Have you shown him this?” He turned the book around to show you the sketch he was looking at—the one you had just been working on.
It was Luffy, starting Gear 2.
Steam billowed from his shoulders, graphite lines swirling around the page. His fist touched the ground, both his legs bent, the other hand on his thigh. You could see the muscles in his arms, the veins in his hands. His hair was dark and fluffy, and you had even shaded in the shine on Luffy’s skin.
He had been practicing Gear 2 on deck, and you had been mesmerized.
(It was a particularly thirsty sketch.)
You hiccuped.
“N-No, of course not!” You lunged for your sketchbook. Zoro dodged and turned, still holding it out of the way. He was flipping through pages, letting out loud sounds of appreciation.
“Whoa, this one is great! That’s exactly what a gum gum gatling looks like! Oh, and this one you even colored in the armament haki, impressive!”
“Zoro!” You hissed, face hotter than it had ever been, “Give that back!”
You jumped at the sketchbook, but Zoro held it over his head as he walked backward across the deck. You chased after him, grabbing for the book to no avail. It was only a matter of time before he saw—
“Oh.”
And then,
“Is this one me?”
He was looking at a sketch of himself: sitting on the deck, holding up a mug of ale, and smiling. His eye was closed, a thin pencil line traced over the other. His chest scar poked out from his green coat, most of his pecs on full display. He was sitting crosslegged, with his other hand on his knee. You had added in some diamond shapes to indicate the sparkle of his earrings.
Silently, Zoro turned the page.
It was another sketch of him: this time it was him mid-battle, Wado Ichimonji between his teeth. The blades of his two other swords cut across the page, his bandana tied around his head.
You had given up on chasing him, and just stood there with your arms limp at your sides. Zoro stared at the picture of himself, before turning to you. His eyes were sharp, peregrine.
“You drew these?”
You scoffed, “Of course I did! It’s my sketchbook, now give it back!” You held out your hand, insisting for it.
“These are really good.”
Your heart stopped.
Zoro closed your sketchbook and handed it back to you. You grabbed it and immediately clutched it to your chest. Your sketchbook was sacred; you only showed the crew the drawings you wanted them to see. You swallowed.
“…Thanks.”
“Seriously,” Zoro regarded you with a steady gaze, his arms crossed. “Draw more. Make sure you get my Oni Giri. And,” a slow, wicked smile graced his features, “You should really show Luffy.”
He walked away.
You deflated, sketchbook still held to your chest. Luffy was still training on deck, apparently not having noticed your little scuffle. You sighed in relief. That had been harrowing, but his compliments were not lost on you.
This is pretty good!
Impressive.
Draw more.
That was the one that hit you hard in the chest, had your heart hammering against your ribs. You stared at the swordsman’s back as he walked away, up the ladder to the crow’s nest.
Draw more.
So, you decided, you would.
***
Now, it was almost a game.
Zoro had made it a habit of peering over your shoulder as you sketched, usually on his way to or from a nap. He usually just looked on in silence, but every so often he would even make a comment.
It was usually about Luffy.
“Damn, his haki looks strong.”
“His arm really does twist like that.”
“You got his scar perfect.”
So, you had found a common ground together, besides your love of blades (his katanas, your daggers): your love of Luffy.
You had plenty of pictures to show him, ranging from different Gears to sunny smiles to Luffy’s round belly after gorging himself. Zoro laughed at that one.
He also quietly observed the pictures you drew of him.
You didn’t share nearly as much of those drawings, thinking it might be weird. You still had that stupid crush.
His smile.
His intensity.
His teeth around the handle of a blade.
His laugh, as rarely as it came.
His strength.
His loyalty.
His own brutish stubbornness.
His faith.
In Luffy, in the crew, in all of their dreams. He was going to be the right hand of the Pirate King.
“You really see us, huh?”
Zoro was perched behind you, bending over your shoulder to watch you color in the spikes of Luffy’s hair.
His words caught you by enough surprise that your pencil lead broke. “Oh,” you scrambled for your sharpener, “Uhh, I guess so?”
Zoro rested his hand on top of your head, and when you looked up, he was smiling.
“Keep it up.”
***
Time passed.
Zoro and Luffy found a rhythm with each other. They were mostly the same, except sharing more casual touches throughout the day. Luffy was always crawling into Zoro’s lap, or climbing up his back to ride piggyback. He would sit on Zoro’s back while the swordsman did push-ups. He would grab Zoro’s hand first thing when they got to a new island. (Which meant that the poor man more often than not was roughly slingshotted to shore).
That, at least, you weren’t jealous of.
Zoro, for his part, was surprisingly more affectionate than you thought he’d be. He let Luffy lean on him at dinner, wordlessly sharing his food with him. He’d occasionally kiss Luffy, too.
He even got Luffy to start trying sake, or more often sweet wine. Luffy didn’t drink much, but when he did and he got swaying and hiccupy, Zoro would scoop him up bridal style and press a kiss to the side of his head, before carrying him off to the captain’s quarters.
It was really, really sweet.
So why did it sting so much?
Maybe because you could never have them? That the shining light of Monkey D. Luffy was so overwhelming, so out of reach, forever? That the infamous demon pirate hunter would never think of you that way, would never consider it?
They were your friends, of course they were. And of course that came first. You were grateful for it. How many times had they saved your ass? But even more, you just adored them. Like you did with everyone on the crew.
Nami’s cleverness and ability to lead, Robin’s quiet intelligence and morbid humor, Franky’s boisterous and creative nature, Chopper’s sweetness and focus for his craft, Brook’s liveliness (although he was dead), Usopp’s true bravery and skill as a sniper, Sanji’s grace and romance, and Jinbei’s steadfast skill.
They were all so impressive.
And then there was you.
You weren’t as superhuman as some of them, you admitted. But you could hold your own in a fight, being quite deft with your daggers. You also kept sketchbooks detailing your crew mates and adventures together, often sharing your drawings with them at dinner. Nami even had a portrait of herself you’d drawn (her smiling, peeling a tangerine) pinned to her vanity.
You even made them laugh once in a while.
That was enough.
This was your home.
Which was why you must never, ever jeopardize that. So you stuffed your little crushes as deep down as they could go, and tried to move on with your days.
***
After a few months, something started to change.
You had been doing a pretty good job on getting over your feelings. Which is why it came as such a surprise that both their attention started slowly, inexplicably turning towards you.
Zoro would bump into you more, placing a hand on the small of your back as he passed you in the hallway. Luffy would insist you sit next to him at dinner, his thigh bumping into yours.
Eventually, Zoro did get you to show Luffy at least some of your drawings. He convinced you to go up to where Luffy was sitting on the head of the Sunny, sketchbook in hand.
(“He’ll love it, go on!”)
So you were standing behind your captain, the sea air breezing past your face and winding its fingers in your hair. It smelled like salt and seaweed.
“Hey, Luffy?”
“Hm?” He turned his head around 180 degrees.
You didn’t even have time to process how alien that looked, before his eyes glued to your sketchbook. A hungry grin broke out across his face.
“Are you finally gonna show me?”
You stopped.
“Um, uh—“
He snapped his head back around, and motioned for you to come sit by him. “You’re always showing Zoro,” he said as you settled in beside him. Your knee barely brushed the frayed edge of his shorts. “Was wondering when you were gonna show me.”
You swallowed, and handed him your sketchbook. This one had little pink strips of paper sticking out the side. “These are bookmarks, for my favorites. If you wanna start with those.”
Luffy shook his head, and cracked open the sketchbook to the first page. “Nah, I wanna see them all.”
***
Luffy and you sat on the figurehead for a good hour, going through each drawing one by one. Some were only rough sketches, done in pencil, some were fully rendered with colored pencil or watercolor. Most of them were of your crew mates, snapshots of their daily lives, often smiling, or focusing, or just enjoying themselves. There were also lots of them in battle. Luffy paused at a drawing of Nico Robin’s Cien Fleu, drifting his fingers along her outstretched wings. “Whoa,” he intoned as he took in the dozens of little hands you’d drawn. He let out a low whistle. “You really drew all these?”
Your face warmed, but you nodded. “Zoro asked the same thing, too. It’s my sketchbook, isn’t it?”
Luffy grinned, and turned back to look at more. He flipped the page, and came to the same picture of him in Gear 2 that Zoro had initially seen. Luffy stared, his lips slightly parted.
From what you could tell in the setting sun, his cheeks looked pink.
“You make me look really…strong.”
You swallowed, and nodded.
“You are.”
Luffy hummed, flipping through the sketches. He passed a few drawings: one of Sanji’s tangerine tarts with meringue, a botanical profile for a strange herb Chopper had found, a study you’d done of Jinbei’s webbed hand. Luffy turned another page and stopped.
It was him, shirtless.
After a bath, wrapped in a towel that hung low on his hips. He still had one towel drying off his hair, and he was grinning at something off to the side. You’d drawn the rigid edges of his scar, the V-shaped lines of his hipbones, the small trail of dark hair that disappeared below his navel. Luffy audibly exhaled.
“You make me look hot.”
It was said so casually, so authentically, that all you could do was shrug.
“You are.”
Luffy’s cheeks darkened at that, and you felt a small little flare of pride that maybe, just maybe, you had made Luffy flustered. Not that it meant anything. He was hot.
“Zoro’s lucky.”
Luffy grinned, “Shishi, he sure is! I’m amazing!” He held up his arms and flexed, which made you laugh. The slight tension dissipated, to your relief. You finished showing Luffy your sketches, closing the book and standing up to leave. You stretched, letting out a groan as you felt the pins and needles go up your legs from sitting so long.
Luffy tugged on your shirt.
“Can you keep drawing me? I really like it.”
He was looking up at you with bright, clear eyes. He was serious, unsmiling. Honest. You nodded.
“Sure, Pirate King.”
This made him grin, his hand going to the back of his hat. “Shishi, good! And you better keep showing me, too!”
“I will,” you clutched your sketchbook to your chest, “Promise.”
“Good!” he said happily, turning back to the sunset. He paused, and looked back at you with a strange gleam in his eyes. “Captain’s orders.”
You pretended that didn’t send an earthquake through you, and walked away.
***
Then, it just got worse.
They were constantly in your space.
Zoro asked you to spar with him almost every day. He’d also taken to napping a little bit closer to you as you sketched or did your own series of exercises. He started picking you up at some point, too. If there was a storm and you slipped on the deck, he was there behind you to steady you, his hands on your hips. If the crew was splitting into groups to go explore, he would heft you over his shoulder immediately. Which meant that poor you were often subjugated to being slingshotted around, the captain wrapping his rubber arms around both of you.
Luffy, for his part, started holding your hand. He would lead you around the towns, or through the jungles. His hand in yours always squeezed tight.
He also crawled into your lap a lot more, demanding head scritches. The first time he had sat down between your crossed legs and asked for it, you had obliged. You were a little touch starved yourself, and any excuse to be close to a body was a welcome one. You were stroking your fingers through his (slightly greasy) hair, when a thought struck you.
“Why don’t you have Zoro do it?”
Luffy shrugged, humming noncommittally. “Zoro’s napping. ‘Sides,” he turned his head to smile sweetly at you, “I like when it’s you.”
If that hadn’t put you into cardiac arrest, you didn’t know what would.
***
Then, there was the party.
It was a festival on a new island, something to celebrate the blooming lilacs that covered the town. There were flowers everywhere, coming in shades of light purple, pink, and white. You couldn’t wait to draw them. Plus, they smelled divine.
You were paused at one of the many lilac trees, sniffing the champagne pink blossoms. The fragrance filled your nose with a light sweetness.
“Hey, y/n!”
You turned to see Luffy waving at you from the town square, where people were gathered and a band was playing loud, jovial music from a large platform. Was that…Brook, with them?
“Come dance with me!”
Luffy was wearing an untucked, black button down with a red vest and his blue shorts. His hat was pushed back on his head to show his smiling face. Handsome. As always.
You pushed down the butterflies, and made your way over to him.
Luffy immediately grinned, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “You look great! Is that Nami’s dress?”
You looked down at yourself, at the light blue halter top and matching long, M-split skirt. You were wearing silver sandals that laced halfway up your calf. “No, actually, it’s mine. I got it on the last island we docked at. Nami did pick it out for me, though.”
Luffy started leading you onto the dance floor. “Well, she did a good job! You should wear that more often, yeah?”
You felt your face heat under the praise. “Sure, captain.” You unsteadily joined him on the dance floor, trying to just let the music flow through you. It took you a couple minutes, but eventually you relaxed enough to dance and have fun.
It was hard not to, with Monkey D. Luffy around.
He jumped and laughed, twirled you around and even picked you up at one point. His hands were strong around your waist, lifting you with ease. Your breath left your body as he put you down, dizzy on your feet. Luffy grinned at you, leaning into your face. He was close enough to see the rough edges of the scar on his cheek. You swallowed, and stepped back.
Or, tried to.
Luffy’s hands kept you in place. You squeaked, unsure of what to do. Luffy was so close to you. You could feel the heat of him, his body pressed to yours. He started to move his hips with the rhythm, rubbing against you, and that was it. You broke.
“Um, sorry, I think—I, um, I’m gonna go get a drink.”
You mustered up the rest of your sanity, and left.
***
Luffy watched you leave.
He felt a pang of disappointment in his chest. He felt…something for you. He wanted to be close to you. Like how he wanted to be close to Zoro. Except it was a little different with you. Your soft hands, your curves, your voice. Your strength in battle. Your bravery and wisdom. Your unending love for your friends.
Your lips.
He ran a hand through his hair, pushing his hat back. Hm.
You know what?
He should go talk to Zoro.
The two of them had had their eyes on you for months. But you didn’t seem to quite get it.
Not that either of them had words or names for what they were both feeling. All they knew was that they liked each other, and they liked you. But you were so scared!
What was he supposed to do?
Luffy clicked his tongue as he made his way over to his boyfriend.
“Hey.”
Zoro moved his arm, drink in hand, so Luffy could climb into his lap.
“I like her.”
Luffy’s gaze clung to you, watching you sip wine at the drinks table. Zoro snorted.
“I know.”
Luffy groaned, thunking his head into his swordsman’s shoulder. “I like you, too.”
Zoro gently ran a hand through Luffy’s hair. He took a swig of mead.
“I know.”
Luffy twisted in his lap so he could pout up at Zoro. “What do I do?”
It was a rare moment, for Luffy to ask before just taking something.
Zoro shrugged.
“Like both of us, I guess.”
Luffy let out a grunt of frustration. He stared at you, the one with the daggers and stars in her eyes, and chewed his lip.
“Won’t that make you jealous?” He’d asked before, when they had talked about you in the dark of their room. But he wanted to make sure.
Zoro swallowed another mouthful of mead. “Didn’t take you for such a romantic.”
Luffy pouted. “I’m very romantic! What about that atlas beetle I caught for you?!”
Zoro laughed, his hand still in Luffy’s hair. “Yeah, yeah, captain. Very romantic.” His eye softened as he regarded the man he’d sworn his life to. He fingered the soft, silky strands of Luffy’s dark hair. “Am I yours?”
Luffy puffed up his chest. “Always! Zoro is mine.” He said with absolute certainty. Zoro nodded, pleased.
“Are you mine?”
“Of course!” Luffy kissed the corner of Zoro’s mouth. “Always,” he whispered.
“So…what’s the problem?”
Luffy thought for a long, hard moment.
He was selfish, he knew he was. He ran into things headfirst and dealt with the consequences later. But he didn’t want to hurt you. And he knew that love was meant to be between two people…
But he was a pirate.
He took what he wanted.
Zoro gave his hair a quick tug. Luffy gasped on instinct, turning to look his swordsman in the eye. Zoro raised a brow. “You want her?”
Luffy nodded.
So much.
Zoro grinned.
“Then go get her.”
Luffy was off him in an instant, beelining his way towards you. You must have felt his presence, because you immediately stilled, and turned. You had a glass of pink wine in your hand.
You looked terrified.
Luffy cursed.
He would have to fix that.
“Hey, y/n!”
He sidled up next to you, easily slipping an arm around your waist. He opened his mouth to tell you everything, that he liked you, so much, and that Zoro said it was okay! And it seemed like Zoro liked you a lot, too, so he said, “Zoro and I were talking, and—“
You shoved away from him.
Luffy was so surprised, his mouth hanging open, as you glared up at him with those sparkly eyes that always seemed to undo him. This time, however, they were narrowed at him in anger.
“Why do you keep touching me?”
You asked him, accusatory.
Your tone was so sharp it snapped his mouth shut. Your face was serious, even hurt. You kept going before he could stop you.
“You’re always in my space, and Zoro, too. What is wrong with you guys? Are you making fun of me?” You were angry, now, tears threatening at your lash line. “I can’t handle it, Luffy. Maybe I’m just reading too much into it, and I must sound so stupid right now, but I…I hate it. You’re both so goddamn touchy that I can barely stand it. Can’t you see that I—,” you grit your teeth, and took a harsh swig of your drink. “You know what? Whatever. Sorry I said anything.” You turned to leave, but Luffy’s hand shot out to stop you.
His hand closed around your wrist, sloshing some of your wine over the side of the crystal glass. “Sorry,” he said through a dry throat. He had no idea that he’d been…stressing you out.
Hurting you.
“Sorry.”
“Yeah, well, it’s fine—,” you tugged, trying to get away, but Luffy held firm. “Seriously, Luffy, just let me go!”
“I like you.”
You stopped, staring up at him with hurt. “I know, Luffy, I like you too as a friend, so—“
“No, y/n. I really like you.”
You rolled your eyes, pulling on your arm in his hold. “Well, that’s great, but Zoro—“
“Zoro likes you too.”
That made you pause.
“…What do you mean?”
Luffy stepped closer, invading your space. His other hand found your waist, his thumb stroking along your bare skin. You visibly shivered.
“I mean…that we both like you. A lot. Do you like us, too?” His voice lowered, with a trace of nervousness as he asked, “Do you like…me, too?”
You stared up at him.
“Yes, Luffy. I like you, too.”
Luffy’s heart banged in his chest. It wasn’t enough, though, not when there was still hurt in your eyes and every fiber of your being seemed to burn in defiance. How long had you liked him? Had stuffed your feelings down for the sake of him and Zoro?
Is that how strong you were?
Luffy would make it up to you.
He had to.
So he nosed against your cheek, smelling the leftover fragrance of lilacs. “Can I kiss you, y/n?” His voice was lowered, hoarse, as his lips drifted closer to yours.
Let me show you.
You swallowed, his own haki picking up just how scared you were, and his gut wrenched.
“It’s just me, y/n.”
A soft sigh escaped you, and you delicately met his lips.
Soft, warm.
Starlight.
Luffy let out a small groan, his hands tightening on you. “Zoro likes you too, but…I kinda just want you for myself tonight.”
That made your breath catch. He grinned, and nipped at your bottom lip. “Come back to the ship with me?”
You finally, finally relaxed against his hold. Luffy’s heart soared. The tension and terror dissolved from your limbs, leaving only the sweet, brilliant affection you reserved just for him.
You smiled.
“Sure, Luffy. Lead the way.”
***
The ship was rocking quietly in the harbor waves, away from the rest of the festival. There were only a few lanterns lit on the deck, with a light on in the kitchen from where Sanji said he’d keep watch on the ship.
He’d wanted “Robin-chan and Nami-swan” to enjoy the lilac festival to their hearts’ content.
Luffy tugged you past the kitchen, towards his quarters. Your heart was in your throat as you followed him along, tripping a bit over your skirt. He looked back at you with a mischievous grin.
“Hang on, princess.”
That sent lightning through you, almost making you trip again. How was he able to disarm you so easily?!
Oh, right.
It was Luffy.
You resigned yourself to being disarmed for the rest of the night, and let him pull you into the captain’s quarters.
It was…messy.
There was a lone lantern sitting on the bedside table, which Luffy stretched an arm to flick on. It bathed the room in a soft, orange light, highlighting the unmade bed, the clothes strewn across the floor, and the bug catching net standing up in the corner. You could see Zoro’s sword polishing tools on the dresser, next to a tank with an atlas beetle. The room smelled a bit musky, a bit like sea air, and a bit like cinnamon.
It was very…them.
Luffy pulled you to the center of the floor, kicking over a blue vest as he did. “Sorry, hah,” he scratched the back of his head, his hat slung behind his neck.
“S’fine.”
You meekly stepped after him, feeling out of place. This was their space, and Luffy was…inviting you in? It felt too good to be true.
“Are you sure…Zoro’s okay with this?” You couldn’t help it, you had to ask again.
Luffy’s gaze softened, and he nodded.
“Yeah, we’ve been talking about it for a while,” he sheepishly admitted. “Thought we’d be more jealous, or possessive, but nah. We both just like you. You’re so cool,” he grinned, squeezing your hand. “And it’s not just because you’re pretty, which you are, or that you draw us awesome things…it’s that it’s you. We really like you, y/n. I like you.” He stepped closer, his hands going to your waist. He leaned in, eyes dark, until his lips were a breath away from yours. “Can I kiss you again?”
You answered him by pressing your lips to his. They were chapped but soft, and moved against yours with a practiced ease. So Zoro and him had figured some things out.
You tentatively poked your tongue against his bottom lip, and he eagerly let you in. You tasted meat as you swiped your tongue along his, and you felt him shiver. He grinned against your lips.
“I like kissing you.”
His hands traveled up your back, pulling you closer. His chest pressed to yours as your arm went around his neck. He kissed you again, this time tilting his head to deepen it. His tongue explored your mouth, gentle but dominant. He sucked on your bottom lip, before teething it. He kissed down your jawline, his thumb going to your chin to angle your head to the side. He kissed and sucked at your neck, traveling down to your shoulder. He bit there, hard.
“Luffy!”
He giggled at your gasp of indignation, nipping you again before kissing the same place. He laved his tongue over it.
“Do you like kissing me?”
“Mhmm,” was all you could manage as your legs turned jelly. His touch was everything you wanted and more. His affection, his attention, all turned toward you. It made your knees weak.
You made out for what felt like hours.
You had eventually moved to the bed, lying on your back with Luffy over you. He pressed his hips to yours, his hands on your face.
“So pretty, so sweet,” he kept murmuring, “All for me, huh?”
You rolled your eyes. “And Zoro too, apparently.” Luffy nodded, but nuzzled your nose.
“Don’t think about Zoro right now. It’s just you and me, okay?”
Well, you couldn’t say no to that.
It was like kissing sunshine.
He made your cheeks burn, your stomach warm, your limbs soft, and your blood run hot. You wondered if you needed sunscreen.
Luffy kept kissing you, licking and sucking at your lips. He moved down to kiss your neck again, then down to your chest, where he tugged on your halter strings with his teeth. “Can I take this off?” He murmured.
You nodded, and helped him untie your top. You weren’t wearing a bra underneath, and the cool air hit your breasts as they were exposed to his hungry gaze. Luffy’s lips were parted in awe, a shaky breath leaving him as he stared. You shifted uncomfortably.
“You’re so beautiful.”
He said it with total honesty; Luffy never lied. So you accepted his praise with a shy smile, happy to be looked at with such fondness.
“How long have you liked me?”
Luffy hummed, eyes screwing up towards the ceiling. “Well, I’ve always liked you. That’s why I asked you to join my crew! You’re awesome.” He smiled down at you and pecked your cheek, “And really pretty, too.”
You preened under the compliments, happy to let him keep kissing down your chest. He lazily circled a nipple with his tongue, before sucking on it. He flicked it with his tongue while it was inside his mouth, moaning around it. The vibrations tickled your skin, and you arched into his touch. He brought a hand up to massage your other breast, gently kneading it. His calloused fingers sank into your flesh, his palm rough and warm.
“Mm,” he hummed, kissing across your chest to switch sides. His hand came up to tease and flick your spit-slick nipple, his lips pulling on the other one. He licked and kissed, sucked and even nibbled, until you were a writhing mess beneath him.
He looked up at you with reddened lips, his eyes hazy with lust.
“Can I eat you out?”
You nodded, dizzy with pleasure. Luffy grinned, and sat back on his heels to pull your skirt down your legs. The silky fabric smoothed over your skin, until you were in nothing but your underwear (nothing special, just plain navy blue). You reached for him, tugging on his shirt sleeve.
“You too.”
Luffy happily obliged, eagerly shrugging out of his red vest before ripping through the buttons on his black dress shirt. Each undone button revealed more of his tanned chest, his honey skin. His scar glowed pink under the lantern light, ridged around the edges. You drifted a hand over it, tracing the seam. Luffy took your hand and place it on his right pec instead.
“Don’t got a lot of feeling there,” he explained, “Touch me here instead.”
You nodded, slowly exploring your captain’s chest. His muscles were firm but his skin was soft. It gave under your fingers with a rubbery texture. You smiled, pulling on it slightly.
“Hey, don’t do that!” He swatted your hand away.
You laughed, “Sorry, cap.”
He got a wicked glint in his gray eyes. “I can stretch everywhere, y’know.”
Oh, you did know.
It was only something you fantasized about nearly every night.
He tracked your gaze moving down his torso to his hips, and he snickered. “What, you wanna see it?”
All you could do was nod.
Luffy smirked, and stood off the bed to take his shorts off. He kicked off his sandals, now standing bare before you. He was hard, dick standing at attention as it curved toward his stomach.
“Cmere.”
You beckoned him with two fingers, and he immediately crawled back over you. Your hand went to his cock, wrapping around it. The skin was so soft and smooth, ridged with veins and pulsing hot. You ran your thumb over the head. Luffy hissed through his teeth.
“Like that, yeah.”
You started stroking his shaft up and down, starting to get into the rhythm of it, before Luffy stopped you with a hand around your wrist. You looked up in confusion, but he was grinning down at you.
“I’m supposed to eat you out, remember?”
His hands curled into the waistband of your underwear, softly pulling them down your legs. Once they were off and tossed aside, he took both hands to push your thighs apart. A low groan escaped him.
“So pretty.”
He licked his lips, and dove in.
Luffy ate you out like a man possessed. You knew he had an oral fixation, but damn.
He licked and sucked at you, flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. He flattened it against you, letting you grind down onto it. “Mhmm, that’s right, baby, jus’ feel it,” he moaned into your pussy.
He slipped his tongue inside, pulsing in and out. You let out a small cry, your hands flying to his hair. You wrapped your fingers in it and pulled. Luffy made a high-pitched sound that you took to mean pleasure, so you did it again.
“Put me where you want me,” he commanded.
You tugged his face closer to your clit, “Suck it, please?” Your voice came out broken and raspy.
He obeyed, swallowing your clit and sucking hard. Your eyes rolled up in your head, your hips shuddering against him. He went back to tongue fucking you, little sounds of pleasure rolling out of him. He kept muttering praises, all “tastes s’good, like honey, so sweet f’me, so soft…”
Then, you felt him stretch.
“Ah, Luffy!”
You gasped as his tongue filled you all the way up, now thrusting in and out of you with purpose. You looked down at him, only to see his cheeks tinted pink, his eyes shut in bliss. He was a happy king of the pirates.
“Luffy…I’m, I’m close!”
Luffy sped up.
His rubber tongue hit all your sweet spots, massaging your walls as they clenched around him. Your pussy fluttered, in and out, until white sparks burned your vision and you were coming, coming undone, thoroughly unraveled and shaking in his arms.
“Fuck yes, sweetheart, lemme have it,” he growled into your pussy, before going to make out with your clit again. He drew out your orgasm, prolonging the pleasure, the fluttering, the white hot agony of your little death.
When it was over, you were panting and sweaty. A breathy laugh left your lungs.
“Wow, cap, where’d you learn how to do that?”
Luffy sat up and shrugged, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “First time, actually. Eating pussy, that is.” The flush was still painted across his cheeks, even as he grinned down at you. His cock was rock hard against his abdomen.
“Can I fuck you?”
You were nodding before your brain could catch up. Luffy laid down on top of you, slotting his hips against yours. You spread your legs for him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed you, deeply. You tasted yourself on his lips.
“Have you done it before?”
“Mhmm,” you stroked his hair, “A few times. It’s been a while, though.”
Luffy kissed the corner of your lips, before mouthing down your jawline. “I’ll be gentle, promise.”
He slowly, achingly, guided his tip to your entrance. He rubbed it back and forth, carefully teasing you. You whined, tightening your legs around his waist. “M’ready,” you insisted.
He huffed a laugh, dropping his head to your shoulder. “Okay, okay, princess. I’ll fuck you now.”
Slowly, he pushed in.
You cried out immediately, his tip stretching you open. He was thick. Luffy cooed and kissed your cheeks, easing himself in deeper. You gradually adjusted to his length, angling your hips back and forth. Soon, he was seated all the way inside you.
“That okay?” He asked you, breathless, strained. He mouthed at the corner of your jawbone.
“Yes, Luffy, feels so good,” you whined, pulsing your hips up to meet him, “Start moving now?”
Luffy groaned, and obliged.
He started thrusting inside you, his cock pushing and pulling at your walls. His pace was slow, steady, rocking you gently against the pillow. His breath was in your ear, his arms on either side of your face.
“Faster, Luffy,” you huffed in frustration, “I’m not made of glass.”
He let out a short laugh, and sped up.
The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the room, the lantern light casting shadows of gold across his heated skin. You held onto his shoulder blades as his pace increased, really starting to fuck you now. His cock was perfect.
“You’re so, nngh, warm,” he rasped, hips slamming into yours. “So tight, so good f’me,” he kissed your neck, sloppy, open mouthed kisses that left a trail of saliva across your skin.
“Luffy…!”
“That’s right, princess, say my name,” he growled, sharpening his thrusts. You gasped and moaned, twisting in his hold. Not that you got very far; his grip was iron.
“Luffy~!”
He let out a broken laugh, breath hot in your ear, as he thrusted even harder. “Wan’ me to stretch it?”
“Fuck, yes, please!”
You answered immediately, thoughtlessly, your voice a high-pitched croon. Luffy sucked a hickey into the junction of your neck and shoulder, and stretched out his dick.
Fuck.
You were so full.
You babbled praises, all, “fuck me, Luffy, yes please baby it feels so good, you’re so big!” He groaned into your ear, his now massive cock pressing up deliciously against your g-spot.
“Coming!” You barely gasped out before you fell off the edge, Luffy pushing you past the point of ecstasy. Your toes curled, your eyes squeezed shut, and your spine bowed forward. Luffy praised you through it, pummeling his hips into you.
“That’s right, baby, come f’me, you’re so pretty when you come, look at that face, fuck—,” he cut himself off, hips stuttering against you. “M’close, sweetheart, where do you wan’ it?” He panted as his cock drilled into you. You whined, bracing your hand on the headboard as he fucked you up against it.
“P-pull out,” you gasped.
Luffy leaned back, pulling out to jack himself off over your stomach. He came with a loud moan, shooting ropes of his sticky white cum all over you. It splattered against your skin, hot and thick. Luffy whimpered, twitching with the aftershocks.
He deflated, falling back on his heels. His eyes were shut as he tried to catch his breath. “Fuck,” he laughed.
You laughed, too, a breathy, pleasured sound. Your body was flushed and pliant, melting into the mattress beneath you. Luffy eventually opened his eyes to gaze longingly down at you. His skin was glowing with sweat, his chest shuddering as he inhaled.
“Fuck,” he said again.
“You just did.”
Luffy let out a real laugh now, head thrown back. He grinned, running a hand through his messy hair. “Yeah, I guess I did.” He leaned down to kiss your hipbone, leaving a small bite. “Lemme clean you up.”
He stretched his rubber arm to the bedside table, opening the drawer to grab a small cloth. He wiped off his cum, now cooling in the night air. He tossed the cloth into the laundry basket in the corner, before coming back to crawl over you.
He kissed your face, humming as he did. His body pressed warm and flush against you. Your hands instinctively went to his hair again, carding through the jet black strands. He sighed dreamily.
“I loved that.”
You nodded, scratching the soft hairs at the base of his neck. He always loved when you did that.
“Me too.”
Luffy grinned.
“Good.”
He buried his face in your neck, relaxing into you. “We gotta do that again soon.”
“Mhmm.”
He yawned, and rolled over onto his side. “M’tired, sleep here tonight?” He opened his arm for you to curl against his side, head on his chest. It rose and fell with his breath, a steady rhythm beneath your cheek. His fingers drifted into your hair.
“You were so good for me,” he murmured, stroking your cheek with his other hand. Your eyelids started to droop in his warmth, under his touches. He felt so cozy next to you.
“Thanks, Luffy.”
He leaned down to press a kiss to your head. “Don’t thank me. I’m a pirate. I wanted to do it.”
You snuggled in closer to him, bringing a leg up over his hips. He hummed, grabbing your thigh and hitching your leg higher, getting comfortable.
“Sweet…dreams…”
It was the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep.
***
If your crew mates had any questions when they saw you both walk out of the captain’s quarters in the morning, none of them said anything.
You were most nervous about one crew mate in particular.
But when Zoro met your eyes across the breakfast table, your heart in your throat, he gave you a genuine, warm smile.
Then Luffy was shouting for food, Sanji shouting back at him to wait, and the tension left your shoulders.
This was your home.
And something very new, very exciting, was happening.
You felt the heat of Luffy’s gaze on you, and you looked up to see him staring, eyes dark. He gave you a slow, wicked smirk, and your heart fluttered. He seemed to sense the effect he had on you, because his smirk only grew, until he got distracted by the plate of pancakes being set down in front of him.
“Thanks, Sanji!”
He dug in.
You smiled down at your own plate, and poured thick maple syrup over the fluffy pancakes. Chatter rose up around you, but you didn’t hear it.
You were too excited to see what was going to happen next.
***