A/N: There are approximately twelve people in the Rare Pears Discord Server who I am actively torturing with this; congrats and Happy Pride, lol.
2405 words; takes place about a year before Arlong invades Cocoyasi, which is when Luffy is off busy being a forest child w/Ace; did you know that there is a 20cm height and eleven year age difference between these two? You do now; idek if this is anywhere near in-character bc neither of them get anywhere close to something like this in canon so pls forgive me; this is also, like, the most explicit thing I'd ever post on here bc the sensors are whack but if you read this here and realize it's gone later then check out my AO3
Sweeten the Deal
She was a long way from Foosha Village.
Normally, Makino wouldn't've left the quaint little village on the outskirts of Goa for anything less than imminent danger or an insatiable bout of wanderlust (whichever was the stronger of the two), yet she really, really needed to help out her brother. Makoto didn't ask for much and usually did so sparingly, so when he came into the bar asking for help with his routes, she did not hesitate to find a substitute and leave with him on the tide. It was a bit too quiet without Luffy bursting in at all hours, and accompanying her brother as he went to neighboring islands to grab his produce would suffice if it meant staving off something she wouldn't be able to take back.
Foosha did not have much to trade, but what it did have it was able to find plenty of customers for, as their latitude was just out of reach of the hottest of heat. Makino and Makoto took their neighbors' wheat and varied tubers and root vegetables off to islands in the south. Each trip brought with them a new crop of more tropical varieties of fruits and plants, allowing Foosha to keep fresh stock of a myriad of things.
"Anything more for this island?" she asked as she finished helping load up bags of rice onto the boat. Her brother nodded, looking absolutely spent by the hot, humid air, as the island they were currently on was readying for a monsoon.
"Mikan," Makoto replied. "I usually rotate through a couple different suppliers, but I think I'll break it up this time. Let's split up; we cover more ground that way."
"Gotcha," Makino replied. She did enjoy getting to help her brother when and how she could, and after this trip she was going to be done with it anyhow. His business partner was almost healthy again, and after that it would be smooth sailing and she could go back to the bar.
Hmm. That was right. The bar. She thought about it as she wandered through the village and towards their supplier. It was not a bad place—the bar—and she genuinely did miss it. There was the uncomfortable truth, however, that it kept her in one place for long, long stretches of time. If it wasn't for the bar, then she would have more opportunities to travel, to see places that her customers spun their drunken yarns about. This final island would be a melancholy end to her trip, she supposed, and then she'd go back to books, newspapers, and tall tales being her main exposures to the world outside Goa and Foosha.
Eventually, she arrived at the orchard only to pause curiously. Was this really the place Makoto told her about? The farmhouse was more than a bit ramshackle, to the point of almost looking abandoned. Makino went up to the door and raised her hand to knock, only for the door to open on its own and the barrel of a rifle get shoved in her face.
"What do you want?!"
"Just some mikan," Makino said, raising her hands in surrender. "I was told you sell them?"
"Oh… fuck…" The owner of the rifle lowered it and Makino was able to clearly see who it was. Standing in the doorway was a tall woman, a few years older than her, with her red-pink hair shaped into a long and shaggy mohawk while a cigarette dangled from her lips. "Thought you were the new social worker they've got in town; been threatening me with a visit via letters for a month."
"A social worker…?" Makino glanced over the woman's shoulder and saw a tattered doll laying abandoned on the floor. "No… I'm just here for some produce. Makoto sent me."
"Makoto…?" The woman raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't the shit come see me himself?"
"He's off buying some rice and wanted me to take care of the mikan so we can get home."
"I see… and you are…?"
"Makino."
At that, the woman choked on a laugh. "Well fuck—the famous baby sister has finally made an appearance. By the way Makoto talks about you, I was expecting to meet a kid one day."
"I'm not," Makino scowled. "I'm only helping him out as a favor; I have a whole business I'm ignoring for this."
"Yeah, yeah, the bar, I know." The woman stuck out her hand, which Makino took. Her grip was firm as she shook her hand and it made her visitor swallow hard. "Name's Bell-mère; you must be something if you didn't run off at the sight of my gun."
"I am familiar enough with them," Makino replied. A thought then crossed her mind. "You should be lowering your prices because of that—could've blown my head off."
"I can barely afford the prices they're at with two extra mouths to feed," Bell-mère stated. She looked Makino over in a way the younger woman couldn't place… it seemed almost intrigued. "How about if we just let bygones be bygones?"
"Mmhmm… not getting off that easy," Makino said. She folded her arms and adjusted her weight to one leg; true bartering after so long was going to be fun. "I more than deserve for you to knock something off to repay me for that."
"Stingy."
"I'm willing to compromise," Makino shrugged. "What are you going to offer to… sweeten the deal…?"
At that, Bell-mère pulled her into the house and shut the door, pressing her against the thin wooden barrier. She took the cigarette from her lips and blew smoke away from her prey before flashing a smile.
"How would you like to be repaid," she leaned in close, "with my body?"
"I don't kiss smokers, sorry," Makino quipped. Bell-mère extinguished the cigarette on the door handle and placed the half-done stick in her breast pocket.
"Who said you would be the one doing any kissing?" she purred. One hand found her visitor's hip while she used her other arm to brace herself against the door as she leaned down to be further in her space. "All you have to do is enjoy what else I can do with my mouth."
Makino's breath hitched slightly as she considered the depths of the situation she found herself in. This was a stranger—one of her brother's vendors—and she was very clearly propositioning her in exchange for being forgiven for almost shooting her between the eyes. It was an interesting prospect, certainly, and it was clear what the stakes were. She reached for the door handle and slid the bolt into place; Bell-mère's eyebrows almost reached her hairline with how high they rose.
"Here I was wondering if I just lost a customer," she said.
"That's still up in the air," Makino replied. "The extra hungry mouths aren't going to interrupt us, are they?"
"They're headed towards the other side of the island; won't get back until supper."
"With the kids I'm used to, that's ten minutes from now." She dared the other woman with her gaze, meeting it head-on with the same sort of determination she usually reserved for when she needed to throw out a rowdy customer…
…except now she was the customer, and this was going to be much more than a simple shove into the dusty street.
Deciding it was as good a time as any, Bell-mère led Makino further into the house and sat her down on the edge of a chair. Her touches were different this time, feather-light and nearly reverent as she knelt down in front of her. Bell-mère hiked Makino's skirt up to her knees and slid her hands under the fabric, fingers traveling up the younger woman's thighs. Makino tried to not squirm as she felt callouses brush against her skin and touch her in a way she was very unused to.
"First time?" Bell-mère chuckled. Makino blushed.
"Is not," she insisted, making sure to sound extra insulted.
"Then he must have been a moron, letting a pretty thing like you escape."
"I knew what I was getting into; pirates don't stay in port for long."
"Naughty." Bell-mère's fingers hooked on Makino's panties and slowly slid them down her legs. "As a former member of the Marines, I should punish you for harboring riffraff."
Oh, well then. Makino bit her lower lip and grimaced. "Forgive me?"
"If you taste as sweet as you smell, then you're already forgiven." It was then that Makino caught what she was talking about—seas, she was already wet. It hadn't been that long since Shanks's crew made their final port call at Foosha, right? She lifted her hips slightly as Bell-mère finished pushing her skirt up to her hips, exposing everything to the open air. Fingers gently rubbed circles on the outside of her thighs while Bell-mère leaned her cheek against the inside of Makino's leg and stared.
"Wh-what is it…?" Makino asked. Bell-mère hummed as her eyes nearly went out of focus, a smile sloppily twisting her lips.
"I'm going to have fun with you."
That was all she said before diving in and licking a long, slow trail from her vagina to her clit, making Makino visibly shudder. She had never been on the receiving end of oral sex and although she knew more or less what to expect, she was still taken aback how direct it was. Bell-mère nuzzled the patch of curly hair where Makino's legs met before going back and swirling her tongue around the clit again.
Everything felt as though it was spinning as Bell-mère licked and sucked and nibbled, driving Makino up a wall. She tried her best to not allow herself to succumb early and tried gripping the armrests tightly. There was so much fluff in her head and electricity in her muscles that she didn't realize two fingers slipped inside her until there was a slight tug towards her front and she was gone, gasping loudly in the quiet house as her body froze up.
"Mmm… interesting…" Makino pulled herself together long enough to glance down at Bell-mère, the older woman with the shit-eating-est grin she'd ever seen and considering she knew Ace, Sabo, and Luffy… that was an accomplishment.
"What…? If you're gonna laugh, go ahead."
"No… I want to see if that's the result I get for Orgasm Two."
Before Makino had the chance to get embarrassed, Bell-mère was back between her thighs, almost refusing to come up for air. She lapped at what leaked out as she flexed her fingers inside the surprisingly-tight vagina. Hmm… her pirate boyfriend must not have been around for very long if things were still like this. Bell-mère rubbed her callous-tipped fingers against a sensitive spot and chuckled as Makino's hips bucked involuntarily into her face. Both of them kept going until Makino's gasps became audible and threatened to turn into screams.
"Second wasn't bad…" Bell-mère smirked. "Third time's the charm?" Makino nodded shakily as she reached out, her hand trembling as she touched the other woman's face. A kiss pressed into her palm and then she felt the soft, short hairs where everything had been shorn a while ago now. Bell-mère rubbed against her hand almost cat-like until she used her short fingernails to scratch at her head.
Taking her time, Bell-mère savored her third dive into the depths of Makino's sex. She gently kissed her way down a thigh until she returned to the shivering opening still slick from spit and juices. Her nose rubbed against the swollen clit as she slid her tongue into the vagina; while not going in far, it was enough to make Makino moan.
Hands found Bell-mère's head again as she continued her long, slow buildup, stroking hair both long and short in the same pass. It was embarrassing that she had come so quickly the first two times—that her body felt it was on fire now—but she refused to give in. This was not something she could lose.
Building, climbing, absolutely fucking ascending; Makino gasped as she was brought to climax again, with tongue and fingers and what felt like true and complete devotion. It had never felt as though anyone she had been with previous had been dismissive over her own pleasure, yet she could feel something more as this complete stranger brought her to a place she'd never been before. It was a place none of them had even known about, it seemed, and yet this woman knew the ins and outs. Makino came with a gasp, her body seizing up as she rode out her orgasm. Part of her still knew that it was the daytime in a house, yet all she could see was stars.
As she slowly came back down into reality, Makino's vision began to sharpen into something closer to normal. She glanced down at Bell-mère, who was still watching her intently. The other woman's hair was mussed and her chin dripping in what she knew was more than spit. Her own face grew hot—what was her brother going to think?!
"Mmm… relax," Bell-mère insisted as she stood. She licked her lips before wiping her face with a cloth that was sitting off to the side. "If you're worried about me tattling, I won't. That was one of the best meals I've had since I was in the Navy."
"It… was…?"
"I'm a single mother of two—do you think I have enough time and resources to regularly handle pussy?"
"Uh… no…?"
"Then there you are." Bell-mère held out her hand and Makino took it, the older woman hefting her up onto her feet in one fluid motion, skirt falling back into place. "It was so good, in fact, that I think I'll knock a bit off my pricing anyhow to show my… appreciation." She kissed Makino gently, letting the younger woman taste the mixture of cigarettes and vagina on her lips as she slipped the discarded panties into her skirt pocket. "What do you say?"
Makino blushed—she couldn't say anything even if she tried.
Later that night, when Nojiko and Nami returned to their house, they knew immediately that something was up. It smelled weird and the windows were all open, plus Bell-mère was humming happily to herself, not even really paying much attention to the fact they were home.
Guess it wasn't the social worker after all.