Luffy was worked up over something. And while he wasn't the type to hide if anything was bothering him, this time around seemed different somehow. You couldn't put into words what made it feel that way but...it did.
From your perch on a nearby boulder, several meters away from your rubber captain, you had an excellent view of his solitary training. Each of his blunt strikes reverberated the air surrounding and caused you to shift where you were seated. The crush of the rock beneath his fists, coated in haki and emanating the deep red glow of the Ryu he'd recently been taught.
He'd become so strong, especially since escaping from the terrifying territory of Big Mom. His fight with the 2nd Charlotte son had gained him great insight into his haki. And then again, after his escape from Udon prison, where he'd finely honed that use of haki with a proficiency you'd never seen nor heard of before. He'd seemed closer now than ever before to earning the title of Pirate King, despite you never having had a doubt that's what he'd become.
Little by little, the side of the mountain chipped away under his assault, leaving rock debris all around him. Each punch slowly peeled back all of the layers of your unaffected facade. The displays of strength you were witness to, watching the way the muscles of his arms and chest flexed and glistened with sweat under the Wano sun...you couldn't help the stir in your chest.
It was only a matter of time before you'd combust from your own need, surely. What could you say? Luffy showing off just how much he'd learned and grown since meeting him had an affect on you, whether you intended it or not. The sun beat down with incredibly heat, but not all of the fire in your blood could be accounted to that.
Your eyes would always draw back to the trails of sweat, and the bunch and shift of muscle under tanned skin. Each of his grunts of exertion sent further sparks of need to the apex of your thighs. You squeezed them tight together, knowing it was important that he train before the nearing raid on Onigashima, but feeling every more lustful from the way he moved his body.
Luffy hadn't thus far decided to dip into his haki and manifest his Gear forms of combat, which you were sorely disappointed by. Seeing him that way...well, your panties surely wouldn't survive the sight.
Being completely alone on the beach while the rest of the StrawHats gathered information also gave you an opportunity you'd been without for so long. When was the last time any of you had gotten privacy? Too long...
Your mind had taken quite a turn inwards, envisioning all the things you could be doing with that blessed privacy, until you hear Luffy curse under his breath, throwing a particularly vicious punch to the wall of stone.
"Damnit..." He says, panting and grunting from the culmination of his physical exertion. He steps back, staring at the wall he'd been damaging and slowly destroying with determined eyes. "It's not enough..."
"There's nothing further you could do to prepare to face Kaido, Luffy. We've all trained as much as we could, gathered as many allies as possible, and set up every advantage we could have against him." You say helpfully, shaking your head.
Having Luffy doubt his abilities now, so close to the big day, was concerning. But you hoped you could somehow offer your support. "It'll be enough. It has to be. These people have waited so long for their liberation-"
"I'm not talking about that."
You blink, tilting you head. If he hadn't meant his fight with Kaido, then what did he mean?
"I'll definitely kick Kaido's ass." He says, slamming his fist into his palm demonstratively. "No doubt about it."
"Then-"
"I thought training would get rid of this...pent up feeling. But no matter how much I punch and use up haki, it won't go away." He finally explains.
"Pent up feeling?" You venture to ask, still unsure what he means, but hoping what you were secretly desiring it meant.
"Yeah. All this preparation, waiting around, I just need to do something. To let it all out..." He trails off, finally turning to look at you with that intense, thoughtful expression. But then he stops, eyes narrowing when he finally gets a good look at you.
Your heart thumps hard in your chest, realizing that Luffy's gaze slowly changed from intense focus to...intense need as he swept his eyes down your body. You felt sweaty and sticky and overall not great sitting in the sun, but Luffy didn't seem to care about any of that, pacing closer to you now. You swallowed hard, caught in his stare and unwilling to move.
When he's close enough to reach out to you, his hand grasps your jaw--gently and yet with enough force to make you pay attention--and focuses entirely on your lips. It's dizzying, feeling the strength in his fingers on your skin.
"Why are you squirming so much, Y/N?" He asks with a tilt of his head. And when your eyes glance away, he moves it to be back in your line of sight. "Maybe you feel all pent-up too?"
"Yeah. Maybe a bit." Hell, he was so close. "Watching you train gives a lady ideas, you know?"
You hear him hum thoughtfully. And knowing Luffy, he'd not think twice about undressing you both here on the beach, where any unsuspecting Wano citizen could walk by. Or, even worse, one of your crew mates.
You decide to take things into your own hands before he starts things right here in the open.
"I know just the thing to blow off a little steam, get rid of all of the pent-up feelings. Let's find some shade, and then..." You bite your lip, feeling a surge of courage enough to ask for what you really want, "...I can help you finish the rest of your training. We don't want that Snakeman form of yours going soft, do we?"
"..." He said nothing, for a long moment, pondering your offer with a seriousness he didn't often display. You thought you could hear your rushing blood in your ears, but maybe that was just the anticipation, the need, coursing through you.
You felt a rush of pleasure as he grabbed your hand and dragged you eagerly off of the boulder, making a beeline towards one of the unoccupied homes nearest to the beach.
Oh...you were in for it now. That became clear as soon as the door shut, and you felt the haki wash over Luffy's body. You turn, taking in the sight of your captain, and your lover, now taller thanks to the 4th Gear form.
One look at those hooded eyes, surrounded by the dark, swirled markings of his Snakeman form, the opaque steam rising from his limbs, to the tendril-like wave of his black hair, and your legs began to tremble. The sweat from his earlier exertions glistened upon the blackish-red coating of his arms and along the scar centering his chest. You reached out to touch-
He grabs your wrist and pulls you in close, securing your mouth to his in an unrelenting kiss. It's all you can do to wrap your other arm around his neck, carding your fingers through his longer hair.
He's stubborn, dominating in the way his lips shape and mold around your own. Luffy swallows your groan of pleasure when his teeth nip at your bottom lip, hands roaming over your sweaty and sticky body as if he couldn't get enough. You'd never understand how he so easily made you feel like the sexiest being on the earth with the way he touched and loved you so effortlessly, so enthusiastically. The thought sent tantalizing throbs of heat to your core, and you tightened your grip in his hair the longer he kissed you.
Your hand trails down along his toned chest, making sure to trail over his nipple for maximum sensation. You hear him grunt, pleased and yet inspired by your forwardness. He likes the way you try to take control, try to steer things in the friction you feel like, all while he's the one who utterly commands the room.
You shifted against him, antsy for some attention where you needed him most, but his iron grip on your wrist prevented any worthwhile effort. Luffy could sense that even this wasn't enough for you, though, and being the merciful pirate that he was, relented his breathless kiss to begin tearing the clothing from your body.
His kimono, already half down from when he'd been training, is effectively torn off of his waist, discarded to the floor to reveal his already erect and throbbing cock, standing at attention against your thigh.
"Still think you can handle me, Y/N?" Luffy rumbles, barely restraining himself from shoving you backwards onto the bed. He knows he's a lot, that he can be intense and too much, especially when in any of his Gear forms. And even though this had been your idea to begin with, he wasn't going to fuck you unless you were absolutely certain it's what you wanted.
You're panting with need, eyes flickering along his nakedness openly. The view was much appreciated, strong and toned and Luffy, overall. If you went another second without him filling you with his thick cock, you think you'd collapse.
"Give me all you've got," You mutter, shuffling forward and wrapping your hand around his girth, giving it a gentle squeeze just to watch his eyes narrow down at you, "I can take it."
And then he flashes you a devilish smirk, amused by your confidence and eagerness. His hand envelopes yours, guiding the way you rub him up and down. You can't look away, caught by his stare, pleasuring him how he wants you to.
Despite the haki hardening around his shaft and head, his cock still stretches out just a little with each pump of your hand. The benefit to his Snakeman form you so loved the most...
Luffy's ragged exhalation of breath, hips stuttering forward into your hands, makes you whine. Your cunt was still pulsing with desire, painfully void of his cock. Your noise of protest, of desperation to finally have that itch of need sated, spurs him into action.
He picks you up like you're nothing, tossing you to the bed of the home you'd locked yourselves inside of to get rid of all of this tension. You hoped and prayed it would hold up, and the owner of the home didn't return to find his furniture destroyed by your shared enthusiasm. Oh well...
He prowls towards you quickly, gaze staring intensely down at the apex of your legs. He even licks his lips, the heat in his eyes hot enough to have you melting for him. Fuck, you feel like a four course meal by the way he looks at you.
Luffy, impatient and just as needy as you, sends his arms out to both of your wrists, hastily pinning them to the bed with ease. You're about to protest this dominant so early on into this round, but the words die in the back of your throat when you feel his long, thin tongue give your soaking cunt a rough lick. The strangled moan of sudden pleasure is the only noise you manage to produce.
You hadn't even seen him move down there, but you're more than happy to spread your legs wider, giving him easy access to the place you so desperately need attention. They shake and tremble as you whine your appreciation, your nerves hypersensitive to each wet swipe of his muscle. Snakeman had much greater control and flexibility with his tongue than Luffy did, and you were feeling the extra details to great affect. Each little curl and wisp, every coil and drag along your folds and inside felt electric, a live wire straight to your nerves.
And when you lift your head from the bed to watch him eat you out? Oh. Oh, the sight you see, the utterly steadfast, unyielding, filthy gaze that he directs straight back into your own eyes while his tongue does its work? You'd beg for mercy, or more, but you lack the willpower or brain function to speak.
Your first orgasm sweeps over you in record time, hitting you hard and without much warning. You're shocked by the speed with which he's accomplished this, gushing all over his eager and awaiting mouth. Luffy makes a valiant attempt at lapping every drop you spilling for him up, which only prolongs your orgasm and sets you on the fast track to overstimulation soon enough.
You're already breathless when he pulls away, limbs fuzzy and mind free as a bird after such an intense orgasm. But oh, don't begin to think you're nearly finished. Because the dastardly way he crawls forward, easy grin still affixed on his face, you know this was just the beginning.
"Tasty..." He mutters just loud enough for you to hear, and a fresh wave of heat hits your cheeks. This man would surely be the horny death of you. "I think you're wet enough for me now."
You want to say something. Your mouth opens to speak, and then Luffy's arms, reinforced with haki and yet still stretchable like rubber, wrap around your arms and torso, squeezing just hard enough to take your breath away without pain.
He easily slots his hips into the space between your legs, sliding his hard cock through your sopping folds. His breathing stutters, you hear it, and the second pass through has a little more pressure behind it than the first. Your head is tossed back into the bed, your legs spasming at the added friction.
"Luffy, I said I could take it, I want it..." You groan through your teeth. "Don't make me wait any longer, please."
Your words seem to get through his lust-addled head, because he does as you wish, rocking his hips back just to piston forward and sheath himself all the way into your wet entrance. He's big. His haki-enforced cock is thicker, harder, than usual. He stretches you to your limit, and yet given its rubber-like mobility, it's like he's molded to fit your exact size. The result is a fullness unlike any other.
Luffy curses under his breath, overwhelmed with your heat and internal grip on him. "Feels so good..." He says in a hiss, eyes closing for a moment to savor the way you feel around his cock. And then he moves, blessedly satisfying the need that had risen steadily since he began training that afternoon.
The sounds you make are sinful. You scrabble your fingers for something to grip, but nothing is in reach while he's got your arms trapped at your sides. With the small amount of control he allows, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in time with his thrusts to get the most out of each one. Your fate is left entirely up to him and his mercy. Or, lack thereof.
The power behind his hips is legendary. If not for the arms keeping you in place and where he wanted you, you're certain you'd be pushed back to the headboard inch by inch. Instead, you feel the full strength of his 4th Gear.
His cock drags back and forth, stretch a little each time he pulls out from the grip your walls have clamped down on him. And when he pushes back in, it bounces back, putting just that little extra reach it needs to hit you as deep as possible.
Luffy's pleased grunts and groans are almost beastly in your ears. Snakeman was indeed a sort of monster, dark and looming and exuding so much power and raw haki. If you were of a weaker will, you'd worry about being knocked out mid-thrust.
He hunches over, his face determined to bring you the most amount of pleasure while he works out all of the pent-up stress or nerves or whatever else it was that had been keeping him tense all this time. You were happy to be along for the ride while he used you to fuck the both of you stupid.
You both knew Snakeman could only last so long when expending so much haki so quickly, but Luffy was determined to make every second of it count.
With an easy flick of his wrist, you're suddenly flipped onto your stomach and then onto your knees. One of Luffy's arms retracts--though you're still restrained in place with his other tightly wrapped around your middle--and settles on the curve of your spine as he fucks you roughly from behind. Thanks to his grip you don't land face-first into the bed.
Your throat feels hoarse from your wild and unabashed moans, crying out for more, keening his name, and overall babbling your pleasure to have him fill you and fuck you so intensely. You can feel a second orgasm fast approaching, when his hips suddenly stop. Fully sheathed inside of you, Luffy groans deeply.
Despite the cessation of his hips, the cock he still has buried inside of you doesn't stop moving. From force of will and an excellent control of his haki and Gear form, Luffy stretches and contracts his cock at high speed deep in your cunt. It's faster than his hips could manage, longer and wider.
And when the first smack from his hand lands on your exposed ass cheek, your mouth opens in a silent cry, the combination of sensations and pleasures too much for your body to handle. You cum around his still-pulsing and stretching cock, the nerve endings in your pussy fried from all of the stimulation.
Your vision blurs, then goes light or dark--you honestly aren't sure which--as you feel Luffy's haki begin to fluctuate and fade. Just before his Snakeman form dissipates in a cloud of steam, you feel his hot seed paint your walls sticky white. He presses his hips as close to you as he can get, rutting gentle thrusts until he's completely spent, both from the haki expenditure and his physical exertion.
You both slump forward in a hot, sweaty mess when Luffy's arms unwrap from your torso. After such a physically exhausting round of sex, you can't even think of moving. Legs jelly, arms just as wobbly, and your spine still tingling from the intense orgasms, it's nearly debilitating to shift over enough to see your lover's face.
The fool's asleep, somehow. You want to be offended, to knock him on the head for outrageously conking out after fucking you senseless just moments before, but you can't fault him the exhaustion. He wanted a way to get rid of all of his pent-up nerves. And hell, he'd done just that. You figure he's earned a nice, long sleep.
And, now that you're presented with the idea, sleep doesn't sound that bad after all.
Not bothering to cover yourselves up with the blanket, you close your eyes and enjoy the soundest, most comfortable sleep you've gotten in a long time...ignoring all the aches and pains you'd wake up with, of course.
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