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stop and go (nsfw!)

!!usopp!! x fem!reader cw: sloppy blowjobs, implied freeuse/prior consent an: so a planned series of drabbles have seemed to mostly turn into full fics, so i guess i'm gonna post all of them separately over the next few days. also i love usopp sm btw wc: 1500ish tagging: @kaizokuniichan @throwmethroughawindow @missmugiwara @nina-ya @risenwrites masterlist | kofi

“You’re serious?” Usopp breathes out as he watches you get to your knees and prod away at the buttons on his pants, “You’re gonna do this right now?”

Giggling, you tilt your head to meet his gaze, heart skipping a beat at the sight of his flustered expression that even his goggles cannot hide. Loose strands of the sniper’s curly hair frame his face, and though you can’t see his eyes, you can feel them sharply upon you. A piece of metal that once had every intention of being fashioned onto the side of his slingshot now sits idly between a calloused finger and thumb, his focus on the project quickly fading as he watches you closely.

“Would you rather I stop?” You ask, leaning your cheek on his thigh with a sharp grin. The twitch of his cock growing hard beneath your palm is telling enough, though you're keen on teasing him into an answer.

“What if someone comes in?” He asks, lifting the goggles away from his eyes to rest at the top of his head. “What if they overhe-”, Usopp's words are cut off by a breathy exhale as you trace along the outline of his length in a way that could make even the most iron-willed men crumble.

“I thought that nothing could get past you, Captain Usopp.” You coo up at him, milking the sweetness of each word.

A nervous laugh escapes Usopp's lips, his eyes locked onto yours, the rosy tint to his cheeks now unmistakable. He swallows hard, the metal slipping from his grip and clanking noisily against the tools spread out on his workbench.

“I... I guess, I guess not,” he manages to stutter, closing his eyes for a brief moment before reaching out to run his fingers through your hair. The concerned twist of his expression eases into a smirk, and the sniper leans back somewhat in his seat. “I mean - that's right!” he muses, and though his tone is smug, there is a glimmer of excitement veiled behind it – and he pulls the words out slowly and with a gentle lilt, making your heart flutter and electrifying your veins. “And, y'know… I could stand to relax a little.”

“So let me help you,” you reply, a playful nip at his inner thigh earning a sharp intake of breath from him. Your fingers lace through his belt loops, tugging at the leather before deftly unfastening the clasp and sliding the strap out of the way.

Usopp fidgets in his seat, the metal creaking beneath him as he shifts to accommodate the way your face now rests mere inches from his crotch. The anticipation is palpable, a heady mix of apprehension and excitement heavily lacing the air between the two of you.

“...Mhm,” Usopp hums, the low hum causing a shiver to run down your spine. His hands grip the arms of his chair, knuckles turning white as he leans back, giving you room to work.

Your fingers hook beneath the waistband of his trousers, taking a moment to slide them down his hips, revealing his stiff cock, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Usopp's breath hitches when your breath wafts against him the room swirling around you as you're fully enveloped in the task at hand. Your eyes lock onto it, and without a word, you lick the tip, savoring the salty taste before you take him into your mouth.

Your tongue traces up and down the underside of his length, lips sucking and leaving trails of saliva to run down his shaft and into the soft tuft of curls at its base. So genuine and so sweet, Usopp's soft exhales and sighs begin to fog your brain, making you clench both your toes and pussy in hedonistic pleasure.

When you suddenly release him from your wet mouth, he looks at you with a furrowed brow in confusion. He goes to speak, but you silence him with a raise of your finger. "You were busy, right?" You query, nodding to the abandoned project on the table above you. "Don't let me stop you, keep working on it." You smirk at him, placing messy, open-mouthed kisses to his inner thighs.

Usopp’s eyes widen at your request, but he nods regardless, his expression one of disbelief and arousal. "Right… Keep going," he manages, fingers threading through your hair before releasing his grasp while you resume your ministrations.

The sniper's focus is split, his mind grappling with the dizzying sensation of your tongue lapping at him while his hands fumble with the metal and tools, occasionally cursing at himself for dropping a screw or misaligning a piece. You can feel the tremor in his hips as you slip him back into your mouth, the feel of his cock against your tongue and the sound of his labored breathing around you fueling your own lust.

You hum in note of his lack of focus and pull yourself away from him just long enough to speak. "Tell me what you're working on," you mutter against the tip of his cock, "Something for your slingshot?"

Usopp's breath catches as he watches you, the way you kiss and lick your way back down his shaft leaving him dazed, "Yeah..." he replies, "It's... where I want to keep a new kind of ammunition that I’m w-working with. It'll sprout vines and grow, entangling my enemies and pulling them to me."

"Mhm," You murmur in reply, the sound vibrating around your mouth enough to make him whine. Usopp's entire body twitches, the tip of his cock throbbing as you suck on it, expertly taking him deeper with each bob of your head. 

"Sounds really cool," you purr, lips sliding up and down his shaft with a wet slurping sound. You can feel the veins throbbing beneath his skin from the intensity of your actions. “You’ll have to show me how it works.”

"Y-you know I will," Usopp breathes, the trembling in his hips growing more pronounced. The scent of his lust is intoxicating, the taste of him on your tongue sending a jolt down your spine. You're driving him wild, and there's no denying it.

The sound of your tongue swirling around the pulsing head has him biting down on his bottom lip. His fingers twitch, the tools and metalwork forgotten as he watches you, a helpless look on his face that only serves to spur you on further. His hands find your head to guide your movements, and though he means to be gentle, it's hard to keep from rutting his hips down your throat.

He moans your name, voice absolutely sick with lust, "I'm..." He can't finish, the shudder that rips through him a clear indication of his impending release.

Eyes half-closed, he grips your head tighter, urging you on as you work your magic. His mind is a blur of sensations, the taste of your mouth and the feel of your tongue enough to tip him over the edge. Usopp's release is just as powerful as you had hoped, the taste of his cum a heady mix of salt and musk. You hum around the base of his cock, the vibrations making him twitch as you swallow his essence.

Usopp's breathing slows, his eyes closing as the release fades. The strength finally leaves his fingers as they fall away from your hair. He leans back, breath stuttering as he comes down from his high. "Fuck..." he breathes, the admission almost a whisper, "That... was crazy. You're crazy."

You smile, the taste of him still lingering in your mouth, "Glad you enjoyed it," you reply, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. You tug his pants back up, the sniper's cock sliding out of your mouth, leaving you with a wet, satisfied smirk. "Why don't I help you with the rest of your work?" 

Usopp chuckles, his eyes roaming your body as you stand, the scent of sex and sweat between you heavy in the air. "You... you really don't mind?"

"Looks like you could use it." You suggest, rubbing your thumb sweetly over his thigh, an almost imperceptible grin playing on your lips. "I'm here for you, yeah?"

A small smile tugs at his lips, and he nods, reaching for your hand. "Then let's get to work," he whispers, pulling you to your feet. The sniper's hand finds yours and he squeezes it gently before leading you to stand aside him at the workbench.

The air between the two of you is charged, a current of electricity flowing from one to the other as fingers brush and hands touch. The sniper works with more focus now that you're at his side, your presence a grounding force alongside his own creativity.

Usopp hums in concentration, the back-and-forth between the two of you smooth and seamless. The sound of your voices mingling with the clank of metal and the soft snaps of mechanisms working in tandem create a symphony fitting for the creation of his new ammunition

The hours pass, Usopp's focus intensifies, and the object in front of you begins to take shape. The sniper's eyes gleam with pride and determination, and his lips curl into a pleased smile when he’s able to make the vines grow at will with a simple flick of his wrist.

"See?" Usopp grins, eyes sparkling, "Told ya I was getting there."