He whimpers next to Sanji, who's currently lying asleep with a fever on a table covered in blankets. Luffy was starving, it was so easy to just ask Sanji to make something that now with Sanji sick in bed, he never felt more hungry. He took his friend for granted, and promised that when Sanji got better he'd ask for a lot more food. He felt his stomach growling, putting his hand over it. The cook was sick so he'd have to find something himself, but Sanji started locking the cupboards and fridge due to Luffys habits and always hid the key.

Luffy conceded to perish by starvation, he'd prefer not to go out this way but with no other option besides drowning, he'd rather die like this.

"Again?"

He heard from behind him, sniffling as he turned to see Nami who gave him an irritated look.

"Oh, Nami… it's you…"

She rolled her eyes.

"It's nice to see a friendly face… before I finally leave this world…"

She walked over and gave him a smack on the face before dragging him out of the sick bay. After closing the door she groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Luffy your not gonna die. I asked you to just wait for lunch."

Luffy rubbed his cheek and whimpered.

"But I'm sooooooooooooooooooo-"

"I KNOW!"

She interrupts him and frowns at him. Sighing exhaustively as she rubs her face.

"If I make you something will you just shut up for a few hours?"

She pleads seeing his face contort to one of excitement. He nods comically with a fat grin. It kinda pissed her off but she'd rather have this than anything else.

"If you want it done faster, you can help."

She stared with crossed arms.

"Sure!"

He jumped to his feet with stars in his eyes as he begun to drool.

"You can't eat the ingredients."

She stated firmly hearing him whine before they make their way to the kitchen. She pulls the keys out of her pocket and unlocks the cupboards pulling out a bunch of ingredients before locking it up. Luffy biting his thumb as he sees her unlock and open the fridge pulling out eggs, butter and a few other things before locking it as well. She grabs the bowl of Mikans from atop the fridge.

"So what are we making?"

Luffy asks wanting to eat as soon as possible.

"A cake. Sound good?"

She looked to him, gauging his reaction and getting the obvious answer of him just drooling over the thought.

"Look as quickly as we might get through this first part, we still have to put it in the oven for at least 30 minutes. And if we decorate it with frosting it might be more. Can you hold off until we're done?"

He groans as he strokes his chin, deep in thought. Before sighing defeated and nodding sadly.

"Good, let's get started."

She claps her hands together. Putting on a apron and washing her hands. About to start before seeing him poking the bag of flower. He sees her look at him and begin to sweat. She gives a frustrated look, obvious what she wants him to do. He groans and begin to pout.

"I'm not wearing that."

He points to the apron. She seethes and grabs his hands washing them for him.

What she thought would be a quick mix of ingredients turned to almost an hour of messes that just happen to make it into the bowl. Between Luffy dumping all the flower and hand fisting the butter to the point most of it was on his hands. Not even mentioning the broken eggs, the over abundance of salt and baking soda, the horrible mess left behind after stirring it all up in the bowl. By the time they got it into the oven the kitchen looked like it been ransacked. Weirdly enough she wasn't as messy as he'd been, considering she tried to fix his mistakes. The only reason she wasn't furious was cause his attempt to learn from his mistakes, after the first few fuck ups the messes became less and less hazardous.

Basically their entire area was covered in flour, butter and eggs.

She sighed exhaustively and handed him a rag and a bucket of soap. He hesitantly took them and pouted as she started the dishes. Without a word he started cleaning up the mess, at first he tried to get it over with quickly, just pushing it off the counter onto the floor. After getting a swift smack from the broom he found himself sweeping the mess he made on the floor. Cleaning went quicker than she thought, finding some spots he missed but they were out of the way and hardly mattered. So until the cake finished baking they sat at the table, Luffy in particular looking at the oven as he drooled from the smell.

After a long silence she found herself getting sick of the quiet and decided to start a conversation.

"Thanks for your help. It would've taken longer if I'd just been me."

He turned to her and rotated in his chair to face her.

"Yeah… I found out I don't like baking… or… cooking."

She snorted.

"Yeah?"

He nods passively.

"Eating is so much funner than baking."

She sighed, knowing how obvious he was. But seeing him covered almost head to toe in flour and baking soda she giggled.

"I can tell. You really went crazy with the ingredients. Sanji's gonna pissed when he gets better."

She chuckles humorously hearing him laugh as well. After a brief moment of silence he spoke up.

"So you also have keys to the kitchen?"

She immediately perked up and looked at him suspiciously.

"Yes…"

He rested his chin on the table as he looked up at her.

"Why?"

She looked down at him curiously.

"Cause, like today, if he can't cook, that'd responsibility would go to me. That and I'm our money manager~"

She claimed that title proudly.

"So of course I'd need to know the state of our resources."

His ears wiggled intrigued.

"You can cook?"

She frowned.

"We just made a cake."

"I mean like… actually cook?"

He asked honestly looking slightly interested. She bashfully started playing with her hair, twirling a long lock around her finger.

"I used to help on a farm. Of course I can cook."

He looked to her awe with starry eyes.

"I didn't know!"

She blushed and turned away.

"It's not like I'm a chef, even Usopp can cook a little. It's not that hard if you know how it all works."

He cringed.

"Its complicated."

She scoffs.

"To you maybe, but your a simple man. Of course you'd find cooking to be complex."

He raises his head and dusts off his head, getting the flour out of his hair.

"Like you with money."

She openly irked at his comment and bit her lip as she held back from retorting.

"Y-Yeah…"

She spoke begrudgingly. His stomach growled and he whimpered as he rested his chin on the table again.

"How bout you take a shower. It'll be a while before the cakes finished."

She suggests as he groans in pain.

"But what if it finishes while I'm in there? Or it finishes when I leave the room!"

She stared at him confused.

"It's… not against you. There's a timer on it."

"I just wanna eat…"

"Well it's not gonna get any faster just sitting here."

He looks up at her. Meeting his gaze she frowns and glances away pensively.

"Do you wanna do something while we wait?"

She suddenly became nervous.

"Why don't you go ask Usopp or Chopper? I'll call for you when it's done."

He pouts.

"We barely hang out anymore."

"You sat next to me and carried me up a mountain when I was sick not a few weeks ago."

"Yeah but you were sick."

She rolls her eyes.

"A… game then?"

"Ooh what kind?"

He immediately asked, lifting his head excitedly. She groaned at his eagerness, and after thinking she thought to punish this man for everything he did to her today. It wasn't that she pissed at him, just a bit of teasing to frustrate this man for the work he put her through.

"How bout a touching game?"

"What's that?"

Her lips curled to a devilish smirk.

"You close your eyes, and I take one of your finger and press it on a part of my body. You have to guess what body part by just your finger."

He already looked intrigued.

"Okay… so I'm first?"

She nods prompting him to close his eyes, as she took his hand, sticking out his index finger he began to giggle and peek through his closed eyes.

"No cheating."

She chuckles putting her hand over his eyes as she led his hand closer to her. She quietly stood and pressed his finger onto her thigh. He jolted as he touched her and hummed. She squirmed a little feeling him wiggle his finger around.

"3 guesses."

She stated seeing him stroke his chin.

"Your… wrist?"

She snorted.

"Nope. 2 guesses."

He openly groaned and poked his forehead.

"Tummy?"

She giggles.

"Nope, 1 guess."

He hummed loudly, biting his lip as he rubbed his finger around.

"Wait, what happens if I lose?"

She hadn't thought about that, but seeing as how she's trying to get back at him she smirks.

"You… have to do any 1 thing I say."

He shivered at that and gulped. He loves games so she knew he wouldn't say no to that. The room suddenly got tense as she waited for his answer. She could see him sweat as he squinted with closed eyes. She could tell she was really thinking.

"Your butt?"

She laughed and moved her hands from his eyes.

"Wrong!"

He groaned seeing her make his hand poke her thigh. She laughed as she sat back down and gave him an evil grin.

"So… how's it feel to owe me."

He mutters something but sighs.

"What do you want me to do…?"

He groans defeated.

"Oh don't be a sore loser~ Hmm… now what to make you do~"

She teases something sinister gauging his reaction, seeing him look a little nervous.

"How bout~ you feed me, the first bite of the cake~"

He turned grey as his features morphed to one of absolute terror. He looked mortified and she couldn't stop herself of bursting out laughing. Calming down she felt relieved, all that stress he made her feel faded.

"Maybe that's too cruel…"

He breaks out his mortified trance and nods in agreement with her eagerly. Desperately hoping she'd change her mind. She noticed his eagerness and smirked.

"What's something funny I can put you through… oh!"

She stands up and leaves the room for a minute or two before coming back with clothes.

"I want you to try on something~"

He gulps nervously, not as scared as before but still very worried.

She couldn't stop laughing, seeing him wearing something she bought on a wim was absolutely delightful and the perfect blend of humiliation and fun. He wore a skinny tight fitted body suit. It didn't have sleeves, it had a hole over the chest and barely covered his hips. It went right over his crotch and between his asscheeks. He honestly felt grossed out wearing this. He awkwardly pulled out the wedgie and walked toward his chair, seeing him constantly pull the fabric out of his crotch just made her laugh harder.

"It's soft but why is it tight? And why doesn't it have like… stuff that covers my legs?"

She pants, putting a hand over her heart as she slowly calms from her hysteria and takes deep breaths.

"I just thought I'd look good in it, although I haven't worn it yet."

He groaned and pulled out another wedgie.

"I can't wear my boxers in this! I feel naked…"

"If it makes you feel better you don't look bad at all~"

She teases with a small chuckle.

"Can I take it off now? It's really squishing the family jewels…"

He groans pulling the fabric out of his crotch.

"At least wear it for an hour~ And while your wearing that it can be my turn."

She suggests closing her eyes. He groans and takes her finger, placing it on his lower stomach that's just peeking out from the body suit. She already knows what she's touching due to the stiffness and promptly chuckles.

"Your stomach?"

He groans and let's go of her hand.

"Wait, so what if I lose when your it?"

"Well, you do any 1 thing I say~"

She teases seeing him get frustrated.

"That's not fair!"

"Oh but it is~ Cause the loser must be punished regardless of which side their on~"

She states matter-of-factly.

"Hmm… what to make you do now?"

He pouts tugging on the fabric going between his legs to ease the uncomfortable feeling of it squeezing against his crotch and ass. She watches as a bunch of thoughts come to mind, finding them to be too much she shakes her head clear of these thought. She smirks.

"Put these on~"

She tosses him some tight leggings. He groans and begrudgingly puts them on.

"Under the body suit."

She corrects him, he growls and changes so he's wearing the tight leggings under the bodysuit, feeling his nether regions squish more under the tight fabrics.

"I guess this better…"

He groans not feeling as naked with his legs covered.

"This is so much fun~"

She giggles.

"No it's not! I didn't think I'd be wearing your clothes!"

"You'd rather I give you a different kind of punishment?"

She teases, fully enjoying the view of him wearing the more sexier clothes from her wardrobe.

"Yes please!"

He begs.

"Just… not the… first bite thing…"

She sighs and nods.

"Ok ok… come on, it's your turn."

He sits uncomfortably in front of her and closes his eyes. She takes his finger and feeling a little naughty, she pulls the collar of her tank top down a little and presses his finger into the dip between her cleavage. He begins to think, finding his intense humming amusing.

"The uh…"

He pokes the point his elbow bends inward.

"The other side of your elbow?"

"Nope~ 2 guesses~"

He begins to sweat harder as he really thinks.

"Under your knee?"

"Nope! 1 guess~"

"Damn it…"

He grumbles and scratches his head.

"Under your chin?"

He asks hesitantly.

"Oh come on~ I really thought you had it~"

She teases sarcastically. He sees his finger poking her boob and groans.

"That's cheating!"

"In what world? I told you our bodies."

He groans.

"You would think it's weird if I pressed your finger on my-"

"Fair fair!"

She concedes.

"You still lost though. We never set boundaries on where we couldn't touch."

He whimpers.

"Besides I have the perfect thing you could do~"

He growls, on his hands and knees he feels her shift as she sits on his back.

"Yeah, you aren't chair material. Or… at least your back isn't~"

She teases. He remains quiet, making her curious.

"Are you angry at me?"

"No."

He murmurs.

"So you are~"

"No…"

She rolls her eyes.

"Fine fine, I'll resign."

She gets off his back.

"Let's say I lost that one. After all it isn't normal to touch my chest without me getting furious. I'll give you that win."

He looks at her confused and stands up.

"So? What would want me to do?"

He scowls, he had figured out what he wanted her to do a while ago, but after losing twice, his motives changed.

"Go commando."

She stiffened and stared at him flabbergasted. It went dead silent for what felt like 10 minutes.

"What?"

"Go commando."

He repeated seriously with a pout. She was appalled, this was the last thing she expected. But since he followed every punishment she gave him, she'd begrudgingly do the same.

"Fine."

She nervously took off her panties and pulled her bra from her tank top, leaving her underwearless.

"There."

He groaned, not getting the satisfaction he thought he'd get. Instantly regretting not having her feed him the first bite of the cake. She instinctively pulled down her tank top and put a hand over her chest. She should've expected to get humiliated if she tried to do the same to him, but she didn't expect this.

"It's my turn."

She states closing her eyes frustratingly. He takes her finger and thinks briefly before poking neck. She rolled her closed eyes knowing what this was already and internally promised to get back at him.

"Neck."

He groaned and crossed his arms.

"Yknow, when we started this, I just wanted to get back at you for the mess you made, but now I'm feeling pretty competitive and eager to get back at you. So… maybe this is going too far but…"

He whimpered and sat awkwardly on his legs.

"Where did you even… get this?"

"I bought it a while ago. Never thought I'd use it though."

She spoke seriously with slightly pink cheeks. She didn't think they'd go this far, but it's too late to back down now. She was just a little nervous for what's to come next, there's always something more daring than a buttplug.

"I think I'm done."

He concedes begrudgingly.

"Oh…?"

"This.. is getting a little… weird."

He admits, dressed in leggings, a skimpy body suit, with a buttplug up his ass.

"Yeah? Well why not just go for it?"

He tilts his head confused at her before seeing her walk around and pull him in by the straps of his bodysuit.

"One more game. The loser has to do whatever the winner tells them too. One guess?"

He sighs convinced this is a horrible idea and agrees.

I just wanted to make a story. I needed to! I think it's been almost a month since the last one and I just had to make one! Work is exhausting and I've just been having some bad days. It's so hard to write now that I just don't! It's like I already told my stories or I thought they weren't good enough so I just forgot about them. I just don't feel as inspired anymore. I might continue this, I'm trying desperately to figure out my last multi chapter story, figuring out where to go from there. And then I have people asking for more Guys Night strangely enough. I don't know what's wrong but I'm drawing blanks. I'm sorry ive been gone. I already noticed the amount of stories has dropped considerably since 2021. I can't believe I started this almost 3 years now! Thanks for reading and for all your support, forgive me for my absence.