Luffy x Pudding
Five years after Monkey D. Luffy became the Pirate King. At the center of Totto Land, inside the Vinsmoke household.
Pere! Pere! Pere!
At that moment, 21 year old Vinsmoke-Charlotte Pudding was making new candies when a ringing sound interrupted her concentration.
"A call? Hold on!" Pudding's three eyes blinked at the sudden ringtone. She dropped what she was doing, cleaned her hands, and dried them with a towel.
"Gotcha!" As she accepted the call, her Den Den Mushi's right eye lit up and a translucent screen appeared, projecting her husband's appearance, while its left eye captured her image to project to her husband's Den Den Mushi in real time. A video call.
"It's Sanji-kun!"
"Hey! Pudding-chan, how have you been?"
Vinsmoke Sanji was garbed in a head chef's outfit. After finding the All Blue, he wasted no time and started a restaurant chain. In just five years, he had already established restaurants on many countries.
"I've been doing well! Have you been losing weight, Sanji-kun?"
"Well, you know how it is!"
"Then, just when are you going to come back home?"
"Hmm… it'll be another six months at the earliest…"
"I see…" Pudding paused, then said jokingly, "It's been so long, I think I'm used to living a life without you around."
"Hey, watch it! Don't say something so sad like that, Pudding-chan!"
"Well, anyway, Pudding-chan, I have a favor to ask of you…"
"What could it be?" Pudding asked, still laughing from her joke.
"One of my restaurants over there in Totto Land informed me that Luffy was there eating. And as I know my captain very well, he'll cause trouble wherever he is if he isn't contained."
"So I'd like him to stay over at our place. It's just for two days, please!"
"Huuuh? At our house?" Pudding said nervously, remembering how that man had once stormed Totto Land, destroying their 'wedding.'
"B-But isn't Luffy a man? What if he tries something…?"
"Hahaha!" Sanji laughed at her words. "My captain may be the Pirate King, but he's too much of an idiot to do that. Don't worry about it. Well, he might empty our food stock. Haha!"
One hour later
"He should be here any minute now…" Pudding muttered, glancing at the clock.
Ding! Dong!
"There he is…" Pudding nervously opened the door. Suddenly, a towering shadow blocked the entrance. Gulping her saliva, she looked up and was stunned.
The boyish look Luffy had five years ago was gone, replaced by a handsome man.
After inviting Luffy inside, Pudding said, "Oh right, you must be covered in sweat after such a long trip, right? You can take a shower if you like."
"Appreciate it." Luffy stood up and walked toward the changing room.
Removing all his clothes, Luffy casually threw them on the floor and went inside the bathroom. Just as he stepped in, Luffy heard the changing room door open, and Pudding walked inside.
"I'm going to leave my favorite towel here for you to use, okay?" Pudding chuckled upon seeing Luffy's clothes on the ground and picked them up.
"Thanks."
After saying that, Luffy turned on the shower knob. He raised an eyebrow as the shower seemed to come alive. The sunflower shower head's mouth opened, and warm water doused him. However, before he could relax, its eyes opened, making Luffy stop as he felt a human emotion in them.
First shock, then fury.
Before Luffy could wonder what was going on, the warm water turned scorching hot, making him yelp in surprise.
"Luffy! Are you okay?" Pudding hastily opened the bathroom door and blushed deeply upon seeing his naked body.
"The water's boiling!"
At those words, Pudding immediately turned off the faucet.
"Luffy, you didn't burn yourself, did you?" Pudding said as she inspected his body.
Pudding's cheeks burned hotter than the scalding water had been, her third eye blinking rapidly as she tried to focus on the mischievous Homie shower head.
"You naughty thing! What did I tell you about surprising guests?" she scolded, tapping its petal like face with a finger. The sunflower contraption wilted sheepishly, its mouth closing with a soft gurgle, eyes drooping in apology.
But her words felt half hearted, her gaze kept drifting southward, locked on the impressive length hanging heavy between Luffy's thighs. Even flaccid, it was a sight. Thick, veined, and far more substantial than Sanji's familiar form. She swallowed hard, imagining it swelling to full attention, the way it might stretch and fill spaces her husband never quite reached.
A forbidden curiosity stirred low in her belly, warming her core despite the awkwardness.
Luffy, oblivious or perhaps uncaring, just scratched the back of his head with a sheepish grin. "Yeah, that was weird. Felt like it was mad at me or somethin'."
He didn't make a move to cover up, water droplets tracing rivulets down his broad chest, over the ridges of his abs, and lower still, making the object of her fixation glisten. His body was a testament to years of battles and adventures, scarred yet powerful, muscles honed to perfection under sun kissed skin.
At 24 now, the Pirate King had shed his boyish looks, his jawline was sharper, shoulders broader, exuding a raw, magnetic confidence that made the air in the steamy bathroom feel thicker.
Pudding forced her eyes up, meeting his dark ones, but the blush refused to fade. "S-sorry about that. The homies here in Totto Land have minds of their own sometimes. L-Let me help you rinse off properly."
Before she could second guess herself, she grabbed a soft cloth from the nearby rack, dipping it under the now-tempered stream. Consent hung unspoken in the humid air as Luffy's easy nod was all the permission she needed, his trust in her as Sanji's wife making the moment feel almost innocent. Yet her pulse raced as she stepped closer, the scent of his skin salty, earthy, like the open sea mingling with the floral soap.
She started at his shoulders, the cloth gliding over firm deltoids, tracing the muscle of his back. Luffy sighed contentedly, tilting his head back under the water.
"Mmm, that's nice. You're good at this, Pudding." His voice was casual, but it sent a shiver down her spine. Emboldened, her hands ventured lower, soaping his chest, thumbs brushing the flat discs of his nipples. They pebbled under her touch, and she bit her lip, wondering if he noticed the way her breath hitched.
As the cloth dipped toward his abdomen, she hesitated, eyes flicking down again. It had twitched slightly, beginning to thicken under the attention, the head flaring just a bit.
"I... I should get that too," she murmured, more to herself than him. Luffy chuckled, low and rumbling. "Go ahead. Feels good so far."
With trembling fingers, she lathered the cloth and wrapped it around his shaft, the warmth of him seeping through the fabric. It responded instantly, growing in her grasp lengthening, hardening, the veins pulsing as it reached an intimidating girth. Pudding's mouth went dry; her free hand steadied on his hip, feeling the flex of muscle beneath.
She stroked slowly, methodically, under the guise of cleaning, but the motion turned rhythmic, her wrist twisting gently. Luffy groaned softly, hips shifting forward. "Whoa... that's... yeah..."
The bathroom echoed with the patter of water and their shared breaths. Pudding's sundress clung damply to her curves, outlining the swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist. She glanced up, finding Luffy watching her with half lidded eyes, not the oblivious kid from years ago, but a man who knew exactly what her touch was stirring.
"You okay down there?" he asked, voice teasing, but there was a husky edge to it.
She nodded, releasing the cloth to use her bare hands, slick with soap, gliding along his full length now, from base to tip. It was enormous, easily dwarfing Sanji's, the head a deep flush as pre-cum beaded at the slit. Her thumb circled it, smearing the slickness, and Luffy's hand came to rest on her shoulder, thumb stroking her collarbone. "Pudding... if you keep that up..."
A soft laugh escaped her, the tension breaking into something playful. "Just making sure you're thoroughly clean. Sanji would want his guest taken care of." But her body betrayed her words, thighs pressing together against the ache building between them, nipples straining against her dress.
The third eye on her forehead fluttered open wider, drinking in the sight of him.
Luffy's grin turned wicked. "Sanji's a lucky guy. But hey, if you're enjoyin' this..." He didn't push, waiting for her lead, but his free hand cupped her chin, tilting her face up for a brief, exploratory kiss. Lips brushing hers, tasting of adventure and promise. Pudding melted into it, her strokes faltering as heat pooled in her veins.
They parted, breaths mingling.
"Shower's done," she whispered, rinsing him off with the gentle spray. But neither moved to leave the steam filled space, the air charged with unspoken possibilities. Luffy toweled off lazily, his erection bobbing as he dried, while Pudding lingered, towel in hand, offering to help with hers if he wanted.
Later, as they settled in the living room with fresh tea, Luffy in loose borrowed pants that did little to hide his outline, Pudding changed into a lighter dress, conversation flowed easily. Stories of Sanji's exploits, Luffy's latest conquests, laughter echoing through the halls. But beneath it, glances lingered, touches accidental yet electric, her foot brushing his calf under the table, his hand grazing her knee as he reached for a snack.
By evening, as Pudding prepared dinner, her hands deft with sweets and savory alike, Luffy wandered into the kitchen, wrapping arms around her from behind in a casual hug.
"Smells amazing! You're as good as Sanji." His breath tickled her ear, body pressing close enough that she felt his renewed interest against her backside. She leaned back instinctively, a soft hum escaping. "Flatterer. I heard from my husband you love food. So, stay for the whole two days and I'll cook your favorites?"
Luffy's laugh vibrated through her. "Shishishi! Wouldn't miss it."
...
That night, the Vinsmoke household lay shrouded in the quiet hush of Totto Land's perpetual sweetness, the air thick with the scent of lingering confections and unspoken yearnings.
Pudding tossed in her silk sheets, her mind a whirlwind of forbidden images, Luffy's water-slicked form under the shower, muscles rippling like waves on the Grand Line, and that heavy, pendulous length between his legs, promising depths her body ached to explore.
Sanji's absences had left her starved, her touches with him always tender but fleeting, never igniting the fire that now smoldered in her core. Her hand slipped beneath the hem of her nightgown, fingers delving into the damp heat of her panties. She was soaked already, slick folds parting easily as she circled her swollen clit, imagining the stretch of Luffy filling her completely, his girth reshaping her from the inside out. A soft whimper escaped her lips, but it wasn't enough. The craving clawed at her, demanding more.
With a resolute breath, she peeled off the sodden fabric, her bare thighs brushing together as she padded barefoot down the moonlit corridor.
'I'm crossing a line no wife should,' she thought, heart pounding, but the thrill overrode the guilt, Sanji's voyages had turned their bed cold, and this Pirate King radiated a vitality she couldn't ignore. She paused at the spare room door, knuckles rapping lightly. "Luffy? Are you still awake?"
His voice rumbled through the wood, casual and inviting. "Yeah! Come in, Pudding!"
She pushed the door open, the room dimly lit by a homie lantern that flickered like a conspirator. Luffy lounged on the bed in loose boxers, his broad chest bare, scars mapping adventures across his skin. His eyes lit up with that infectious grin, but they sharpened as he took in her disheveled nightgown, the flush on her cheeks, and the way her nipples peaked against the thin material. "Everything okay?"
Pudding stepped inside, closing the door with a soft click, her third eye blinking open to capture every detail of him.
"Sanji... he's been gone so long. I can't take it anymore. I need a man... I need you, Luffy. Please, have sex with me!" Her voice trembled, but her gaze held steady, consent clear in the raw honesty of her plea.
Luffy's grin widened, no hesitation in his nod. "If that's what you want. Sanji's my cook, he'd understand sharin' the fun."
Before she could overthink, Pudding surged forward, slamming her lips against his in a fierce, devouring kiss. Tongues tangled hungrily, her hands fisting in his hair as she poured her pent-up frustration into the clash. He tasted of salt and freedom, his hot breath grazing her in a way that sent sparks racing down her spine.
His large palms slid around her waist from behind, cupping the full swells of her breasts through the gown.
"These are amazing," he murmured against her mouth, thumbs teasing the hardened peaks. "So soft and bouncy, perfect handfuls." The praise ignited her, a rush of heat flooding her veins, making her arch into his touch. She moaned into the kiss, grinding back against the growing bulge pressing into her ass.
With a playful spin, Luffy turned her to face him fully, yanking the nightgown up and over her head in one fluid motion. Her curves spilled free,creamy skin glowing in the lantern light, heavy breasts swaying, the patch of curls between her thighs glistening with arousal.
He dipped his head, capturing one rosy nipple between his lips, sucking with a firm pull that made her gasp. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, teeth grazing just enough to tease, while his hand kneaded the other mound, rolling the nipple between fingers. Pudding's head fell back, fingers threading through his messy hair. "Oh gods, yes... that feels incredible. Don't stop." Waves of pleasure radiated from her chest, coiling tight in her belly.
Her eyes drifted downward, drawn to the tent in his boxers, the fat head of his cock peeking over the waistband like an insistent promise. It was already straining, a bead of pre-cum winking at the tip.
Heat throbbed between her legs, and she couldn't resist. Gently but firmly, she pushed him back onto the bed and dropped to her knees, hooking fingers into the fabric and tugging it down. His erection sprang free, thick and veined, curving upward with a weight that made her mouth water.
Luffy chuckled, low and amused. "Eager, huh?"
Pudding leaned in, nose brushing the musky base where coarse hairs tickled her skin. She inhaled deeply, earthy, masculine, laced with the sea's tang, letting it fill her senses, making her dizzy with want. Her tongue flicked out, tracing a slow, deliberate path from the heavy sac upward along the underside, savoring the salty tang and the way it twitched against her. At the tip, she lapped at the slit, drawing out more of that slick essence. The flavor exploded on her tongue, bitter-sweet, addictive, sending shivers cascading through her body.
Emboldened, she pressed her breasts together around his shaft, the soft flesh enveloping him in a warm vice. She leaned forward, lips sealing around the flushed crown, sucking with hollowed cheeks while her tongue danced over the sensitive frenulum.
Luffy groaned, hips bucking slightly. "Damn, that's good..." She bobbed her head, taking more with each pass, her saliva coating him until she relaxed her throat and sank down fully, nose burying in his pubes. The stretch burned sweetly, his girth filling her mouth completely as she hummed around him, vibrations adding to the torment.
But Luffy's hands gripped her shoulders, gently pulling her off with a wet pop. Strings of spit connected her lips to his glistening length. "Whoa, hold up," he panted, eyes dark with restraint.
Pudding blinked up at him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before guiding the head back between her lips for a teasing suck. "What's wrong?"
"I'm about to bust already," he admitted with a sheepish laugh, though his cock throbbed insistently.
She released him fully, a mischievous smile curving her lips as she rose and climbed onto the bed. Lying back, she hooked her arms under her knees, pulling them to her shoulders to splay herself wide. Her pussy lips parted, folds slick and pink, entrance clenching around nothing in invitation. "If you're that close, why not finish here? Fill me up, Luffy, I've been dreaming of it all night."
His eyes locked on the obscene display, licking his lips with a predatory gleam. "Hm, can't say no to that."
He positioned himself between her thighs, the broad head nudging her entrance, smearing her wetness along his length. Then, with a powerful thrust, he slammed home, burying every inch in one brutal stroke. The bed frame groaned and cracked under the force, wood splintering as her walls stretched impossibly around his invading thickness.
"AHHH! You're gonna break my pussy!" Pudding cried out, the mix of pain and ecstasy making her vision blur. He was huge, splitting her open, the ridges dragging against every nerve as he bottomed out, his sac slapping her ass.
Luffy paused, glancing at the protesting furniture with a grin. "Oops. Hang on." Black energy coalesced around his palm, Armament Haki hardening the bed's structure like reinforced steel to support their frenzy. "There we go. Now, let's really get started."
He pulled back and drove in again, setting a relentless pace deep, pounding strokes that made her breasts bounce wildly. Pudding's moans filled the room, her body jolting with each impact. He hiked her legs higher, angling to hit that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes.
"So tight... feels awesome squeezin' me like that."
She came first, hard and sudden, walls fluttering around him as juices gushed, soaking his thighs.
Not slowing, Luffy flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up to take her from behind. His hands gripped her waist, thumbs digging into soft flesh as he rutted like a beast, the slap of skin echoing. She pushed back, meeting him thrust for thrust, another orgasm ripping through her when he reached around to rub her clit. "Yes! Harder, make me yours tonight!"
He rolled her sideways next, one leg hooked over his shoulder for deeper penetration, his free hand pinching her nipples as he ground against her g-spot. Sweat slicked their bodies, the air heavy with the scent of sex. Pudding lost count of her climaxes, each one building on the last, leaving her trembling and boneless, yet craving more of his dominance.
Finally, after what felt like hours of raw, position-shifting bliss, Luffy's rhythm faltered. "Gonna... cum!" He buried himself to the hilt in missionary, her legs wrapped around his waist, and unleashed a torrent hot, thick ropes flooding her depths, spilling out around his base as her pussy milked him dry. The sheer volume made her belly feel full, warm, claimed.
Pudding shuddered through the aftershocks, arms pulling him down for a sloppy kiss. "Thank you... that load is massive. I needed this so much." Luffy chuckled, staying sheathed inside her as they caught their breath, the night far from over in their shared haze of satisfaction.
...
The first rays of dawn filtered through the homie curtains of the Vinsmoke household, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets where Pudding nestled against Luffy's solid frame. His arm draped possessively around her waist, their bodies still joined from the night's fervor. She'd begged him to stay buried deep inside her as they drifted off, unwilling to let a single drop of his essence escape her greedy depths.
A soft moan slipped from her lips as she stretched languidly, the subtle shift sending a delicious friction through her tender core. There it was, his morning erection, thick and unyielding, pulsing faintly within her swollen folds, a reminder of how thoroughly he'd claimed her.
Pudding turned her head, gazing at Luffy's peaceful face, lips parted in sleep, that wild hair tousled across the pillow. Affection swelled in her chest, mingled with the illicit thrill. Leaning in, she pressed a gentle kiss to his stubbled cheek, then carefully disentangled herself.
As she lifted her hips, his length slid free with a wet, audible plop, and immediately, a thick river of their combined fluids began to trickle from her, dripping onto his still hard shaft below. Pearly strands coated his skin, glistening in the morning light.
"That's such a waste!" she pouted, brows furrowing at the sight. Instinctively, she clenched her inner muscles, trying to trap the warmth inside, but it was futile, more seeped out, warm and sticky against her thighs.
Biting her lip, she sank to her knees beside the bed, eyes locked on the impressive sight. It was a monster, veined and heavy, now slick with their mess. She couldn't fathom how it had fit, how it had molded her so perfectly that nothing else would ever suffice, her body reshaped, craving only this stretch, this fullness.
Her mouth watered at the thought. Leaning forward, she wrapped her lips around the tip, tongue swirling to lap up the salty-sweet mixture of his release and her own juices. The flavor burst across her senses musky, tangy, utterly intoxicating, sending a fresh shiver down her spine.
She sucked gently, hollowing her cheeks to draw out every trace, savoring the way it throbbed in response. Deeper she took him, throat relaxing as she cleaned inch by inch, until she'd swallowed it all down with a satisfied hum. Pulling back, she licked her lips, chuckling softly at Luffy's undisturbed slumber, his chest rising and falling steadily.
Rising, Pudding headed to the bathroom, the sway of her hips making her feel deliciously full still. She showered quickly, soaping her curves but avoiding a thorough rinse between her legs, letting his seed coat her womb like a secret talisman, warm and protective.
Dried, she slipped into nothing but a frilly apron, the fabric hugging her front modestly while leaving her pert rear and the cleft between her cheeks completely bare. The cool air kissed her skin as she padded to the kitchen, hips swaying with newfound confidence. She busied herself chopping fruits and firing up the stove, the sizzle of eggs and bacon filling the air with savory promise for her and her guest.
As the aroma wafted through the house, she glanced at the Den Den Mushi on the counter and decided to call Sanji. She propped the snail up, dialing his restaurant far across the seas. The connection clicked through just as she stirred a pot, her back to the doorway.
In the spare room, Luffy stirred, rubbing his eyes with a yawn. He stretched, muscles flexing, before wandering out in his boxers, drawn by the smells. Spotting Pudding at the counter, apron-clad, her bare ass on full display, cheeks slightly parted from her stance, he froze for a beat, then grinned wickedly, eyes darkening with hunger.
"Good morning, Luffy!" she called over her shoulder, voice bright as if she hadn't just worshipped him moments ago.
"Mornin!" he replied, ambling up beside her. He yanked open the fridge, grabbing a chilled bottle of water, and took a long swig. As the cool liquid hit his throat, his gaze dropped lower, tracing the curve of her exposed backside, the faint sheen of last night's remnants still visible on her inner thighs. That grin turned downright devilish.
Meanwhile, in the bustling kitchen of Sanji's flagship restaurant, the chef was mid-flip of a delicate soufflé when the Den Den Mushi trilled.
"Oh, Pudding's calling!" He set the pan down, wiping his hands on his apron before accepting. The snail right eye lit up, projecting her image, flushed cheeks, eyes sparkling, with Luffy looming just behind her, his usual dopey smile in place.
Sanji's heart skipped, a fond warmth blooming in his chest. She looked radiant, more vibrant than he remembered. Skin glowing, lips curved in genuine joy.
"Darling~" The word caught in her throat as a soft moan escaped, muffled quickly. "How are you doing?"
"I'm doing great!" Sanji beamed back, oblivious, leaning closer to the screen. "Missed waking up to your voice, though."
Pudding's pulse raced, her breath hitching as Luffy stepped up silently behind her. His hands gripped her hips, thumbs digging into soft flesh, and without warning, he freed his renewed erection from his boxers.
The broad head nudged her slick entrance, still loose and welcoming from the night, and he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. She bit her lip hard to stifle the gasp, but a tiny moan slipped out mid-sentence. The fullness was exquisite, his girth pressing against her walls, stirring the cum already nestled there. Sanji didn't notice, too caught up in her beauty.
"You know Luffy's heading out today?" she managed, subtly rolling her hips back to meet him, grinding in tiny circles that made her clit throb.
"Oh, really?" Sanji glanced at his wall calendar, eyes widening. "Damn, two days flew by. I've been swamped here."
"Yup! Totto Land is the best!" Luffy chimed in cheerfully, his voice steady despite the way his fingers tightened on her waist. He pulled back almost fully before snapping forward again, hard but controlled, the subtle slap of skin against skin barely audible over the kitchen noises. Each thrust rocked her forward slightly, making her grip the counter for balance, her breasts pressing against the apron's fabric.
"Glad you had fun!" Sanji said warmly, swirling a cigarette between his fingers. "Pudding, you look... happier. Everything alright?"
Her heart pounded as Luffy's pace quickened just a fraction, his hips pistoning with restrained power, the head of his cock kissing her cervix with every plunge. She reached out with her left hand, intertwining fingers with his where it rested on her hip, steadying herself as she adjusted the Den Den Mushi's angle, ensuring Sanji saw only her face and upper body.
"Mmm, yeah... just... ah, enjoying the visit." Another suppressed whimper as Luffy's free hand slid up to cup a breast through the apron, pinching the nipple.
Then, Luffy leaned in closer, his breath hot on her ear. "To add that your wife feels fucking good!" he declared loudly, voice laced with amusement, just as he drove deep one final time and erupted hot spurts flooding her anew, mixing with the remnants, overflowing slightly to trickle down her legs.
Pudding's eyes fluttered, a happy moan bubbling up as her own release crashed over her, walls clenching rhythmically around him.
"Oh, Luffy! What're you rambling about?!" she laughed it off, cheeks burning, her voice breathy but convincing.
Sanji chuckled at their playful banter, mistaking the flush for simple cheer. Their expressions, hers glowing, Luffy's smug, warmed him.
'Guess Luffy didn't cause any trouble,' he thought, relief easing his features. "Luffy, I don't know what you did, but thank you for making my wife so happy!"
Luffy and Pudding shared a secretive glance over her shoulder, his hips still flush against her ass, grinding lazily to prolong the sensation.
"No problem, Sanji!" Luffy replied, all innocence, as he began a slow, teasing rhythm once more, pulling out halfway and sliding back in, keeping the movements minimal to avoid detection.
The call stretched on for a full hour, Sanji regaling them with tales of exotic ingredients and finicky patrons, his eyes never leaving Pudding's face. She nodded along, responding with affectionate quips, all while Luffy fucked her from behind, varying his pace from languid rolls that made her toes curl to firmer thrusts that had her biting her tongue to stay composed.
He came twice more during the conversation, each time filling her to the brim, the excess seeping out to coat their joined skin. Her own peaks came in waves, muffled by coughs or sips of water, her body trembling with the effort of secrecy.
By the end, as Sanji bid them farewell with promises of an early return, Pudding was a quivering mess. Legs weak, core aching sweetly, utterly sated. Luffy pulled out with a final, wet pop, chuckling as he swatted her ass playfully. "Breakfast smells great. Let's eat, then maybe round three before I head out?"
She turned, apron askew, and pulled him into a heated kiss, the Den Den Mushi clicking off behind them. "Only if you promise to visit again soon."