Summary: Lusopp. Vaguely smutty one-shot ficlet. Usopp has a hot-cross bun. Luffy wants it. They have a wrestling match, but things don't go exactly as planned…
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece.
Summary: I wrote this for a challenge-type thing on Livejournal. I thought it was cute, so I decided to post it here, too.
Hot-Cross Bun
It starts off just like any of their normal wrestling matches. The Great Captain Usopp, with his superior wit, skill, and precision, manages to filch a hot-cross bun from right under Sanji's nose. And Luffy, who lacks any semblance of wit or precision, is trying to steal it from him, the greedy bastard.
"Oh come on, Usopp! I'm huuungry!"
"Then get one yourself! Do you have any idea how close I came to having a red footprint in my face?!"
"But USOOOPP..."
"No!"
Luffy, who, up until this point, has been grabbing at the tasty treat from a good three meters away, launches himself bodily at the other boy. They land in an awkward heap, and Usopp begins flailing like a madman-- trying with all his might to buck Luffy off.
But Luffy will have none of that. Grinning widely, he uses his hands to secure Usopp's upper body in place, while he pins down Usopp's lower body by straddling him-- applying pressure with his own body weight.
And Usopp, in a fit of stubbornness, continues to struggle against him. The result is not what the sharp-shooter intends.
Luffy blushes. And groans. Loudly.
Usopp stills, his eyes widening in confusion.
"L-Luffy? What's wrong?"
Luffy grinds his pelvis into Usopp's. Usopp can feel something is different between Luffy's legs.
"Don't stop," Luffy says, breath hitching. "Feels good."
Luffy does it again, and it's Usopp's turn to blush. But he doesn't protest, because it does feel good. Luffy's hands leave his shoulders, begin to wander over his chest, stroke over his cloth-covered nipples.
Usopp moans and closes his eyes.
The hot-cross bun falls to the floor, forgotten.