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Usopp // BLOWJOB

Stammering, Usopp backs up into the wall hard enough to elicit a solid thunk from the plank wood. His eyes were so big and round that you would almost believe he’d seen a ghost if it weren’t for the fast rising tent in his pants.

“W - wh - wha - what are you - -“

You step right up to him. Crowd into his space, pressing your chest flush to his, and that alarmed stuttering immediately cuts off with a half stifled squawk. Both of you go perfectly still for a tense beat in which you study his reddened face and he just stares back, flabbergasted. You were so close you’d be able to steal the air from his lungs if only he would dare to breathe.

Then, you smile.

“You don’t want to?”

“I … I d - do, I guess, but …” He swallows his nerves, so forcefully you can hear his throat working. “Do you?”

Laughing, you bring your hands up to tentatively place them on his waist. The stiff shudder that works through him at the contact has you giggling again, quieter this time. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to.”

“Fair enough.” He croaks.

“So …” Fingers trail lower to play with one of the snaps on his suspenders. “Is that a yes?”

He shoots you a pained look. “... yes.”

Offering a hum and an inviting bat of your lashes, you unhook the clasp from his pants and then move to the other. His breath noticeably hitches, growing quick and shallow, but he makes no move to stop you. Just keeps watching with that hazy look in his eyes, as if he couldn’t bring himself to believe that this was really happening.

It was rather sweet of him, if you were being honest.

Oversized bottoms sag forward as soon as they’re free of the suspenders hold and, sliding your fingers into the hem, you drag them down with you when you kneel. The motion drags the loose straps up across his chest and over his shoulders to hit the floor behind him with a noisy clatter. A stricken groan promptly bursts from his mouth, but you’re not sure if it’s because the sound startled it out of him or if it’s because his cock springs up in the air mere inches from your face.

Regardless, his jaw hinges open and dark brows knit together in something not unlike agony. His hands abruptly slam against the wall at his sides, palms flat and blunt nails digging into unyielding wood while he looks down at you like you were the living embodiment of salvation itself. Already so hungry for you. So needy.

Drawing a slow breath, you glance between his pinched expression and his bobbing cock. “Wow …” you murmur at last. “I didn’t think you’d be so - big.”

Usopp sucks in a haggard, almost frantic gasp. “I’m sorry - -“

“I’m impressed.” You cut across him with a salacious grin, settling more comfortably on your knees. “I wasn’t expecting a mouthful but I’m not complaining. Have you ever done this before?”

He hesitates. Looks like he wants to puff his chest out and tell another fib, but he can’t quite seem to find it in himself.

“No …” It’s little more than a whisper.

Pleased with his honesty, you turn your attention back to Usopp’s cock. It twitches at suddenly having your focus again and a fat, eager bead of precum quickly gathers at the tip. The length of him is dark and smooth, and so ridiculously stiff that you’re sure it has to be uncomfortable for him.

Slowly, your hand comes up to test the weight of his ballsack with a gentle nudge and he jolts so hard the wall rattles. You can’t quite stop from giggling as you cup the weight of his testes and cradle them in the curve of your palm, drawing another groaning heave out of him. He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to screw his eyes shut and focus on what you were doing to him or if he wanted to watch while you did it, rapidly alternating between blinking down at you and tipping his head back in relish.

You quickly decide you can’t refrain from teasing him just a little bit.

“You’re so manly down here …” You pur, giving him a careful, kneading squeeze. “So thick and heavy. I’m sure you’d make any girl happy after just one night together.”

He hisses through his teeth. “Please …”

“Do you want to make me happy, Usopp?”

“Yes.”

His cock gives a sensitive jump when he says it and you watch, fascinated, when sticky precum oozes from the glans on a glistening thread. Whining in the back of his throat, he tips his chin down to regard you with a desperate look of wanting and you lock eyes with him as you lean forward to catch the dribble on your tongue before it can plop onto the floor.

The noise that comes out of him is so strangled, bordering on hysterical, that you can’t keep the grin off your face while you follow the bitter trail right up to the underside of his cock. Your tongue presses flat against the ridged head, inspiring a low moan when the flavor overwhelms your tastebuds like a potent ambrosia.

Apparently losing the battle with himself, Usopp pries his hands off the wall and grabs at your head. He’s gentle but jumpy about it, and his fingers tremble while he tries to figure out how best to cradle your skull in his big palms. Rising up, you catch the tip of him with your mouth in silent encouragement, spurring him on.

He immediately lurches, urgently shoving you further down his cock. You let him do it with a delighted little mewl, lips stretching around his girth and eyes rolling back. Gingerly, Usopp holds you in place while he shoots hot ropes down your throat with a high pitched, keening moan, and you’re only mildly surprised that he doesn’t collapse right then and there.