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Luffy didn’t move right away.
His finger was only halfway in, resting there, her heat wrapping around him tight and warm, and he just… waited.
He didn’t rush her. Didn’t push. Just watched her face, reading every flicker of sensation in her expression until she managed to steady her breathing again.
When her eyes opened and found his, she gave him the smallest nod.
“Move,” she breathed, voice barely above a whisper. “Slowly… in and out.”
He followed exactly, drawing his finger out until only the tip remained before easing it back in again. His brow furrowed slightly in concentration—feeling the way she tightened, the way her body seemed to pull him in.
The slow rhythm built, and after a few moments, her lips parted with a gasp. “N-not… enough,” she managed between breaths. “Add… another.”
Luffy’s head tilted, but he did as told, sliding in a second finger beside the first. She hissed sharply at the stretch, her nails catching in the sheets.
“m....move them in...in scissor l...like motion...ahhhh,” she panted, trying to remember to explain. “You have to… loosen me up—ah—like this—” Her voice broke on a moan as he curled and stretched his fingers slightly inside her.
He listened—he always listened—but there was something new in the way he did it now. It was less like he was learning and more like he was testing, deliberately pulling those sounds out of her. The more she reacted, the more his smirk grew.
And soon, she wasn’t explaining anything anymore. She was just making sounds—breathy, desperate, almost incoherent.
Luffy took it as a win.
He was in control now.
His pace shifted, fingers plunging deeper, curling just right, and she arched under him, crying out his name. He watched her the whole time—watched her fall apart from only his hand—and it was intoxicating.
His member ached against her thigh now, hard enough to make his pulse race, but he didn’t stop. Not yet. Watching her lose herself to his fingers was too good.
She gasped his name over and over, and each time it came out more broken, he felt that ache twist tighter inside him.
But soon, even for her, it wasn’t enough.
She grabbed his wrist mid-thrust, breathless and trembling, holding him still. “More,” she said, trying to make it sound like a command. “I want you inside… more.”
It should have sounded demanding. But it didn’t. It sounded like begging.
And Luffy—god, he loved that.
But he didn’t make her wait long. He slowly pulled his fingers out, her slick coating them, and then paused—examining it.
The look on his face was pure curiosity, like he’d just discovered something strange but fascinating.
Before she could say anything, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them.
Jules froze, watching his tongue slide over his knuckles.
He paused, clearly processing the taste. “…Huh,” he muttered, not looking away from her. “Doesn’t taste the best… but…” His lips quirked faintly. “…not so bad either.”
And then he did it again.
“Fuck Luffy!” she cursed his name, the sound half exasperation and half arousal. He looked so damn hot like that—eyes dark, lips glistening, smirk curling slowly and dangerously.
Luffy just smirked wider, leaning in close, the weight of him pressing into her in all the right ways. “What next?” he asked, his tone deceptively casual—like he hadn’t just been in complete control of her moments ago.
She gave him a look—half exasperated, half amused—and let out a shaky sigh. “You’re impossible,” she murmured, though the corners of her mouth curved into a smile. She reached up, cupping his cheek, pulling his face closer until her lips barely brushed his.
Her breath came warm and uneven as she whispered, “Alright… listen carefully. You need to line yourself up with my entrance… right there.” She guided his hips with her hands until he was in position, feeling the blunt, hot press of his warm, wet tip against her. “When you push in… go slow, not all at once. And—” she caught his gaze, her voice steady despite the hitch in it “—I....I haven't touched myself in a while so....so it might get a bit uncomfortable for me, so....so dont worry too much. Don’t panic. Just… watch me. If I react badly, then stop.”
Luffy nodded, focused. “Got it.”
He shifted, lining himself up exactly where she’d placed him. For a moment, he just looked at her—dark eyes locked on her turquoise once—then he pressed forward, slow and deliberate.
The initial stretch made her gasp, her nails curling into the sheets. It was good—so...so good—but with every inch he eased in, the feeling teetered between pleasure and a sharp ache.
And then—like a crack in glass—her vision flickered.
For the briefest second, it wasn’t Luffy above her. It was Nexus.
She blinked hard, but the image came again—Luffy’s black hair turning into that other silhouette, his warmth twisting into something suffocating. Her breath caught, coming faster without her meaning it to.
Luffy kept pushing in, still slow, still careful, unaware that the flicker was now coming faster. Nexus. Luffy. Nexus. Luffy. Until, suddenly, it wasn’t flickers anymore.
He was gone. Luffy was gone, and Nexus was all she could see.
Her body went rigid beneath him, her chest tightening like a vice. The air felt too heavy to breathe. Panic surged—hot, dizzying—rushing through her veins until her hands trembled.
In her head, the darkness opened up again.
“You can’t move.”
“Nobody's gonna save you.”
“You thought you could escape?”
“Pathetic.”
“You know how this ends.”
Somewhere far away, she could feel something hot and solid inside her, but her mind wasn’t letting her stay there.
The tears came before she even knew they’d started—slipping down her temples, soaking into the sheets. Her chest rose and fell too quickly, her eyes unfocused.
Luffy’s eyes had been closed for a moment—too caught up in the tight, wet heat wrapping around him—but when he opened them, the sight stopped everything in him cold.
“...Jules?”
Her turquoise gaze was glassy and far away, unfixed. Tears kept falling. Her lips moved soundlessly, like she was arguing with someone who wasn’t there.
Alarm jolted through him. He didn’t know if pulling out would make things better or worse, but the thought of hurting her had his stomach twisting. He started to move back—only a little—but the sudden cry that tore from her throat made him freeze.
That sound wasn’t pleasure. That sound… was fear and pain.
Luffy stilled immediately.
And then, without hesitation, he leaned down, wrapping his arms around her, holding her tight. His member was still inside her as he held her close. His hand came up to stroke her hair, gentle and slow. His voice dropped to that warm, low tone she always seemed to respond to.
“Hey… hey, it’s me.”
Soft kiss to her temple.
“It’s Luffy.”
A brush of his lips against her cheek.
“You’re safe. I promise.”
The darkness didn’t care. It pressed closer.
“Safe?” The voice in her head was mocking now. “You think he can stop me?”
“He cannot save you.”
“You’re mine. my property, my slave, my toy.”
“No…” she whispered aloud, not realizing she was speaking. “No, I’m not…”
Luffy heard it. He could feel the tremor in her voice—and hugged her tighter. “You are okay. Its me, Juels...you are safe. please....please look at me.”
Another kiss, this time to her forehead, lingering. “I’m not leaving you.”
The darkness hissed.
“Lies. They always lie.”
“You remember last time, don’t you?”
“You know how this ends. Stop fighting.”
Her breathing stuttered, tears blurring her vision. The edges of Luffy’s voice seemed far away, like she was underwater.
He pressed his cheek to hers, speaking right against her ear now, the steady beat of his heart grounding against her chest.
“Listen to me, Jules… You’re here. With me. No one else. Just us. Just me.”
The voices were still there—taunting, pulling—but the warmth against her cheek was real. The pressure of his arms around her was real. And slowly—slowly—the darkness began to fray.
When she finally blinked and really saw again, Luffy’s face was above hers, worry etched into every line of it.
“Hey…” he murmured, brushing her hair back from her damp face. “You’re back.”
Her chest still heaved, but she managed the smallest nod. His expression softened with relief, though his brows stayed furrowed. “You scared me.”
“I—” Her voice caught, rough from the uneven breathing. “I saw him… it kept changing… and I couldn’t…”
“You don’t have to explain right now,” he said gently, cutting her off. “We can stop.”
But she shook her head—once, firmly. “No. Just… give me a second,” she said, her nails almost digging into his skin, trying to hold him close.
He stayed exactly where he was—still inside her but utterly still—stroking her hair and pressing small, grounding kisses wherever he could reach.
Juels’ breathing began to steady, the panic that had gripped her moments ago loosening its hold. The frantic pounding of her heart eased, letting her senses slowly come back to the present. Her gaze, which had been clouded by fear, found Luffy again — the warmth in his eyes, the way his brow furrowed slightly as he searched her face for any sign of discomfort.
Her fingers curled lightly around his shoulders, feeling the familiar strength beneath them. The storm in her mind was clearing, and in its place came a slow, warm pulse that spread through her chest, her cheeks, and deeper still.
She swallowed, a faint tremor running through her as she became aware of the closeness between them again. The shadows that had haunted her were gone for now, replaced by something far more dangerous to her self-control. Her body reacted before she had time to think, a small, instinctive movement of her hips that made her gasp softly. and that led to her once again rolling her hips against his, his member inside her brushing a sensitive corner.
Luffy stilled, his wide eyes darting to hers. “Juels? What are you doing? Are you feeling okay?” His voice was gentle but tinged with worry, as though unsure if he should keep going or stop entirely.
Her lips curved into the faintest, reassuring smile. “I’m okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but certain. She could see him hesitate, reading her expression as if to make absolutely sure.
When she nodded — a quiet, confident gesture — his shoulders relaxed a fraction. Her hands slid to the back of his neck, pulling him just a little closer. She let herself match the rhythm of his breathing, feeling the heat that had been simmering return to a steady blaze. Every little movement, every shared breath, brought her further back into the warmth and safety of the moment.
Their lips parted only enough for her to speak, the warmth of her breath brushing his skin as she whispered, “Move… please.” The quiet urgency in her tone made something deep in Luffy stir, and without another word, he began to match her slow roll of hips with his own.
The first few motions were almost tentative, each of them adjusting to the rhythm, letting the heat coil between them again. Jules kept her eyes on him, studying every flicker of expression as if she could see exactly what he was feeling. He followed her lead at first — letting her dictate the pace, the angle, the pressure. Her hands moved to his back, urging him gently when she wanted more, holding him still when she wanted to savor the feeling.
A soft sound escaped her lips. “There… like that. Just like that…” she murmured between shallow breaths.
Luffy tilted his head, watching her, his gaze moving from her face to where their bodies met and back again. “Feels good?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her.
She managed a shaky laugh. “You have no idea…”
For several moments, he simply observed — memorizing what made her gasp, what made her back arch, what made her grip tighten. It was almost unnerving, the way he seemed to catalog every detail without missing a beat.
Then, without warning, the rhythm changed. Luffy adjusted his position just slightly, the shift subtle but enough to make Jules’ breath hitch sharply. The next thrust was firmer, more purposeful. She looked at him in surprise, but the glint in his eyes left no doubt — he’d figured something out, and now he was testing it.
“Luffy—” she started, but her voice broke into a moan before she could finish. His mouth quirked upward in a smirk. “You like that?”
Her fingers dug into his shoulders. “Yes… god, yes… do that again,” she gasped and moaned
He did — thrusting harder this time — and her reaction was all the encouragement he needed. From that point, the control shifted almost imperceptibly until it was fully in his hands. The pace picked up, the angle adjusted again, and Jules could only gasp and cling to him as wave after wave of sensation crashed through her with each thrust.
“Faster,” she breathed, her voice almost pleading.
“You sure?”
“Yes— Captain— please…” she begged and cried.
His grin widened, and he leaned closer until his forehead pressed against hers. One of his hands left her thigh and came to her breast as he squeezed it firmly and tugged at her nipple. “Say it again.”
“Faster,” she whispered, only encouraging Luffy to fondle her breasts and thrust harder but slower.
“No,” he said, his tone deepening, “say that again…” he said, voice raspy against her lips and each word punctuated with a slow thrust.
She blinked at him, confused in her haze, until she realized what he meant. Her cheeks flushed hot, and when she spoke, it was barely a breath: “…Captain.”
The effect was immediate. His whole body seemed to respond to that single word, a shiver of satisfaction running through him. “Again,” he demanded, his thrusting faster, finally making her moan out loud.
“Captain,” she moaned, louder this time, and he made a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a laugh, as if she had just given him the greatest gift in the world.
“You don’t know what that does to me,” he said, his voice rough and his changed the angle of his thrusts a little, and Juels saw heaven, her walls clenching tight around his member due to pleasure and making him groan and moan.
“Say it more,” he urged, his pace unrelenting now.
“You feel so… so fuck ahhhhh...so good,” she gasped, “and the way you move— it’s— gods, don’t stop—”
“I’m not stopping,” he promised, and punctuated it with a deep, deliberate motion that made her cry out.
“Harder— please—”
He chuckled, breathless himself now. “Say it again.”
“Captain—”
“That’s right.” His words were low and hot against her ear, and every sound from her seemed to drive him further, each movement more instinctive, more confident.
Her nails raked lightly down his back. “Luffy— I— I’m close—”
“Me too,” he admitted, his own voice breaking slightly.
“Then— fuck...fuck— don’t stop—”
The room was filled with nothing but the sound of their gasps, their voices tangling together in broken sentences:
“Right there—”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t change— just like that—”
“You feel so fucking good Juels....so...so tight...so...so warm...ahhh...fuck.”
“So do you— gods, you have no idea—ahhh....Captain—”
“Again—”
Every time she said it, he moved with more intensity, as if the word itself fueled him. She clung to him, her body arching into his, and he held her steady through every motion.
The heat between them wound tighter and tighter, every movement feeding into the next until they were both trembling with the effort of holding back.
“Jules—” Luffy’s voice broke into a groan, the sound raw and desperate. “I’m— I can’t—”
“Don’t hold back,” she gasped, her arms tightening around him. “With me...ahhh....just...Fuck, Luffy—” Her voice rose in a final cry as she came, his name tumbling from her lips as her body tensed around him. That was all it took to tip him over the edge, too.
“Fuck...... Jules...ahhh!” His grip on her hips became almost frantic, pulling her flush against him as he buried himself deep. “Oh— fuck— Jules— so tight—”
She felt the shudder rip through him as he came too, every muscle going taut as his breath hitched and broke into a ragged moan.
“ahhh...l...luffy” she whispered breathlessly, her body was already shaking with aftershocks as he continued a few slow, shallow thrusts as he rode down their high.
He let out another soft moan, followed by a groan as his hips slowly came to a halt. He collapsed forward, his forehead resting against hers, his lips capturing her in a breathless kiss. They stayed locked together through the blinding rush, his voice still murmuring broken fragments between breaths:
“So good—”
“Never felt— anything like this—”
“You’re— incredible— Jules—”
Her hand stroked the back of his neck, grounding him, both of them slowly catching their breath. His chest rose and fell against hers, still pressed so close it felt like they were one heartbeat.
After a few moments, she gently pushed him away a little, making him pull out his member. She gasped at the sensation. He now lay beside her, catching his breath, and after a few moments, he pulled her against him in a warm embrace.
Jules’ lips curved into a small, exhausted smile. “That…” she whispered, “…was insane.”
Luffy chuckled, a low, satisfied sound. “Yeah. But in a good way.”
“In the best way,” she agreed, brushing her thumb along his cheek.
He looked down at her, his usual wide grin tempered with something softer — something only she got to see. “Guess I’m a fast learner.”
“Guess you are… Captain.”
The word made him laugh, and he pulled her into another slow, lingering kiss. They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, neither willing to let go just yet, the world beyond the room completely forgotten.