Luffy, as you've come to learn, had almost no impulse control. A wild spirit, barely contained in the rubber body he occupied. Striving for the ultimate freedom meant that very little actually kept the captain restrained for any reason. When he wanted something, he'd do everything possible to get it. That was Luffy, and you'd never wish him to change.
From doing all he could to sneak midnight snacks in the locked fridge, or unwaveringly defeating enemies that tried halting him in the pursuit of his dream, to deciding that a party was in order to keep away the monotony that the empty sea brought with it. Nothing stopped him once he'd made up his mind.
It was frustrating, it was endearing. But you could all agree it was inherently Luffy, through and through.
So, when his mind turned to much naughtier things than an extra plate of meat or the prospect of a new island...
He's overwhelming. Taking up all of the space around you, pressing in, squeezing, a presence you couldn't ignore. Not that you'd want to ignore him, but that was the way Luffy liked it: Being the only thing you could perceive or think about when he was deep inside of you this way. As if the air was snatched away and he took its place.
Your skin felt sticky with sweat, kept sweltering by the mixture of your shallow pants and his labored breath upon it. Exertion had long ago slowed your own movements, spent from the two climaxes he'd already dragged from you with ease earlier. And yet Luffy himself shows no sign of stopping, hips thrusting you steadily towards that third dizzying high.
He groans, mouth open with the tip of his tongue poking into view, the head of his cock rubbing against your insides in a particularly pleasant way, and the sound has you lifting your hips just that little bit more to seek it again. His strong hands keep your legs wide, open and welcoming for him. He doesn't seem to feel the way they tremble from so much sensation all at once, too caught up in fucking into you as hard and fast as he can.
You bite your lip, holding back a shuddering noise as you feel that familiar spark in your lower nerves. Only now, it felt like fire and lightning condensed down until it became dangerously potent. You anticipate just as much as you dread it, knowing it would hit even harder than the last.
Luffy's half-lidded gaze on you never wavers, sweeping across your sweat-glistening skin, rounding every curve of your body, watching the way your breasts jolt with each slam of his hips. He's mesmerized, locked in this moment with no intention of breaking the spell. You rise and keen to yourself as the moment of being swept away came closer and closer.
And you knew you were gone the moment his brow furrows a fraction of an inch, his hands reaching down to rub your clit just right to send you off with a white-knuckle grip on the sheets and all of your muscles clenching at once.
"L-Lu-!" Is all you manage to say, the rest of your words snatched away by the white-hot sensation of erotic pleasure locking you in place. You're suspended, caught between this reality and the next, hanging on by only a few threads. It's so good, and yet...
All at once, you're yanked back to the present, the feeling of Luffy's cock still filling and sliding inside of you becoming too much. Your over-sensitized nerves beg for relief, snapping and sparking, pleading for mercy. You squirm within his grasp, breaths leaving you at a hyperventilating pace.
"Too..." You gasp, your lower half jolting as his cock slides right up against the fried nerve endings. "Too much-!"
It isn't until Luffy finally begins to slow his pace that you feel the hot slide of tears down your cheeks. You barely register as he releases his grip on your legs, and maneuvers you to sit upon his lap. He stills entirely, cock still seated inside of you snugly, and holds you close to his chest.
Still overwhelmed by the sensation, your head slots itself against his neck. It wasn't as if you didn't like it--you didn't want Luffy thinking that he'd hurt you, or that you were feeling regret--it had just been too much all at once, more than you anticipated. More than you were prepared to handle at that point in time.
Part of you feels ashamed that you couldn't handle it, the burn of the salty tears from embarrassment. You didn't want things to end like this, you should have been able to handle it...
"I'm sor-"
"Oi, Y/N." He says breathlessly, and yet gently so as not to startle you. "Hey, hey...look at me."
He leans back just enough to peer into your face, tilting your chin up so you would do as he asked, keeping your focus as your heart beats an alarming rate within your chest.
Your chest shudders, body trembling from the aftereffects of your last orgasm. His other hand makes slow circle against your back, not minding one bit that it was hot and sweaty from your exertions.
"That was a whole lot, huh? And you did so well." He says with a proud little smile that makes your heart pang with something more substantial than lust. Suddenly, feeling shame for your body's reaction felt quite inconsequential. "Don't worry, we'll go slow for the last one, ok?"
Caught up in the moment, you can only nod, trusting that he'd not push you further than he already had. He was impulsive, not cruel. Luffy loved getting what he wanted, but if it meant you weren't enjoying it, then there was no desire to keep going for it.
You're eventually brought back down to earth with his devouring kisses as he slowly, slowly, begins to move inside of you again. His mouth keeps you grounded, guides you back to a point where he knew you could handle. And your shot nerves finally simmer down into a dull ache, gently coaxed to come to life again at a much more manageable pace.
Hungry indulgence settled into something intimate, and you didn't mind if it took all night to satisfy.
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