Pent up - Trafalgar D. Water Law x Reader (part 1)
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❀ summary: In which you and Law hookup, and he leaves the next morning without a word. Two months go by in silence, until you see him by again by chance.
❀ tags: law x reader, NSFW, SMUT, mentions of alcohol, swearing, strawhat reader, miscommunication, misunderstandings, angst, friends to lovers, no pre-established relationship, hookup, eventual relationship, eventual fluff, reader and law are both avoidant idiots, afab reader, italic font means flashbacks
❀ authors note: I am actually pretty proud about this one and gave it a lot of time and effort, this is my first time writing smut, so I hope you like it! I apologize for the length LOL. Please like, repost, and comment your thoughts if you enjoyed (it REALLY helps with my motivation)! ALSO if you have any requests, lmk!
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Dinner with the Strawhats came and went like normal.
It was loud, entertaining, and took much longer than a regular meal should; and yet, it was perfect.
Now, everyone was off doing their own thing. You’re sure Robin is finishing up that book she was just telling you about. Franky brought up that he needs to make that repair to the Sunny before the storm fronts. Nami is probably routing the course to the next island we need to stop at to stock up on supplies.
It made you feel useless. You’re sure that you could be contributing to something right now instead of staring out at the sea. But you couldn't move even if you wanted to.
The weather is the same as it was that night. It felt like a mockery.
The dark clouds stared down at you angrily like you owed them something. You’re hair danced in every direction from the harsh wind that sent chills down your spine.
The elements felt like a mirror of something you’re not yet ready to face, and even through the storm was only brewing right now; the rain would still fall, whether you were ready or not.
You rested your arms on the railing of the main deck, rubbing your face with your hands. You could smell the rain in the wind. The sea agreed, the ripples getting faster and stronger with each passing second.
Your shoulders tensed, as if you were bracing yourself for something you had no words for.
You remembered that it was before the rain started that Law took you by the hand and led you away into the storage room that night, with no words being shared. You could still feel the urgency vibrating off his warm hand as it squeezed yours almost too tightly.
You couldn't rip your eyes off him that night, as everyone sat around Brook as he played the same song for the 6th time, per Luffy's request. The Strawhats and Heart Pirates drank and laughed with each other on the Sunny after yet another successful mission.
He didn't wear his hat; he said it got damaged during the mission and he had to repair it, and you were kind of grateful it did. His loose curls decorated his forehead; the combination of his tan skin and dark hair made his golden eyes even more striking. The tattoos on his arms dipped where the muscles protruded, but his strength was even more prominent in how wide his chest was; his white tank top was having a hard time concealing the chest tattoo that you always wanted to see more of. He looked bored, like the excitement surrounding him was taking away his life force. He crossed his arms lazily, scanning around at all the commotion that surrounded him.
It was annoyingly intoxicating.
You and Law were harmonious in almost everything you did together; your flashy fighting styles, your unenthusiastic attitudes regarding social gatherings, your organized planning skills being trampled by your beloved captain. This resulted in you getting grouped together during our crew's collaborations, naturally leading to lots of time to talk one on one.
It started off almost robotically; when you would try and talk to him, you would be met with one-worded, automated responses. He never spoke unless spoken to, or actively avoided being put into those situations in the first place. Slowly, he would start seeking you out, confiding when he needed another opinion on a game plan, then opening up about his past. There was lots of sarcasm, teasing, and going out of way to annoy each other; but there was an underlying understanding and security that was new for both of you. The more comfortable you and Law became in this dependability, the more you both would go out of your way to show your own forms of appreciation, like the way he would place his hand on your shoulder when he stood beside you, or how you would loop your arm around his when you got excited. You would both just let it happen, and it was weird.
You now sat across from him, head spinning from the sake that warmed your bloodstream. You knew he noticed you staring, even without taking a sip from his glass, the tips of his ears were beet red, and he was doing everything in his power to not make direct eye contact with you.
He didn't look uncomfortable; he looked embarrassed, like you had just caught him doing something you both knew he shouldn't be doing. It was confusing, like he wasn't ignoring you, but avoiding something.
You haven’t had sex in way too long. And here was a man, with this tension you shared that could be cut with a knife.
Of course, you weren’t going to do anything about it; that would make things way too complicated, but the alcohol did make your mind wander.
How he would be in bed? You bet he would be cocky like he is in battle. Knowing that he was making you feel good without needing any reassurance, throwing me around while he worked his magic? He could get anyone he wanted; he was obviously experienced. You already envied the partners he's been with to turn him into the kind of man you imagined him to be.
You tried not to undress him with your eyes, tracing your finger along the rim of your glass.
Then suddenly, you heard the clanking of dishes and silverware when he shot up from his seat, the table jolted as his hands braced on the table like it was keeping him upright. He kept his head down, frozen in spot, except his chest that was rapidly rising and falling like he was out of breath.
Everyone stopped and stared at him, then quickly resumed their activities when he didn't move. But you watched him.
"You." He breathed, strained.
Your breath hitched; he didn't even have to say your name.
"Come with me." He said lowly and hushed, like it was in a frequency only you could hear. He didn't look back before quickly turning and walking away from the table.
You suddenly felt a water droplet hit your forehead, which jolted you back to reality. Your shoulders ached from the tension that flooded your body, gasping to catch your breath that you didn't even realize you were holding.
In present day, two months later, you found yourself alone on the Sunny, haunted by the night you and Law shared.
He left the next morning without a word, which you knew, in some dark corner of your mind, was the best possible way it could have ended. Pirates lead a dangerous life, happiness fleeting as soon as it becomes obtainable. Letting someone come too close means choosing the inevitable loss, so why even open that door in the first place? It's better for everyone involved.
Law understood that, and so did you; anything more is a waste of time.
"Hey, moron!" A voice grumbled behind you, whipping around to see Zoro staring at you like you grew another head. His arms were crossed atop of his bare chest, with that chiseled, stoic expression that he always seemed to wear, which paired perfectly with his all-commanding presence.
He was glistening with sweat, which presumably is because he just got finished with his fourth overly intense workout of the day. It almost made you envy the fact that he can be so dedicated to something without letting anything complicated get in the way; it might just be because he's an idiot, but it works.
It made me feel self conscious, like you were a weak child quivering in front of a superhero, quietly trying to ask for help. You need to get out of here before you crack.
"What the hell are you doing in the rain? You're gonna get sick." He said judgingly, yet his words were laced with a concern he tried to conceal. Of course he knew something was up, although he was slow, he was way too good at reading a room.
"Coming!" You said quickly, avoiding his gaze and running past him to get inside the Sunny. You didn't need an interrogation, you need to go to bed and forget everything. You heard Zoro calling out to you as you made your way to my room, you just need this day to be over.
You were both pent up and got what you wanted, and it’s always been as simple as that.
You jolted as the door to the storage room slammed behind you, it was pitch black; the only sense you could make out was the sound of his staggered breathing.
He dropped your hand, leaving you alone in the void of darkness while millions of questions danced around your head. What was he going to do to you? Would you even have the willpower to stop him?
With a light click, the room lit up from a small lightbulb that hung above you. After rapidly blinking to adjust to the brightness, you were met with Law's face inches from your own. His arms were at each side of your head, hands rested on the wall behind you, caging you. The smell of musk and seawater enveloped your senses, making you feel more intoxicated than you already were. His uneven breath trickled across the bare of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. He scanned your face with crazy eyes, like he was on the brink of snapping.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asks through jagged breaths, trying his best to sound put together, yet his body language deceived him. From the corner of your eye, you saw the muscles in his arms twitching, the sight made your throat dry.
The warmth his frame protruded put you in a trance, like the air surrounding him was a poison you couldn't escape. You could feel your rational slowly leaving your mind, every restriction and wall you built up crumbling down from the scene before you. Surrendering, you placed a hand on his cheek, unable to give any rational reasoning to watching him the entire night, besides the obvious; you wanted him.
Law quickly leaned into the touch, his hands grabbing your shoulders as he bowed his head in defeat; he also gave up on holding back. The grip he had on you almost hurt. "I feel insane, I don't know what's wrong with me."
You couldn't help but bite your lip, seeing the power you held over his composure making your body buzz in excitement. The familiar pressure in your lower abdomen weakened your legs, you couldn’t hold back for much longer.
"Me too." Was all you could manage to croak out, your throat closing in anticipation.
He tilts his head to look up, his eyes glossed over and pupils dilated. He clenched his jaw as he grabs a handful of hair at each side of your face and pulls you into him, crashing his lips into yours.
He poured every emotion he held back into you as he explored every inch of your mouth with his tongue, savouring like he was reading each page of a sacred text. You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep yourself upright, the light sting on my scalp from his grip making you dizzy. His wet lips were warm and sweet, an addictive taste you knew you would never be able to forget. He bit your bottom lip, making a moan escape your lips against your will. He broke away from the kiss, untangling his hand from your hair and grabbing the side of my neck, using his thumb to tilt up your chin to kiss along your jawline.
"You made me like this." He spoke into your skin, you could feel the smirk on his lips as he groaned in satisfaction. His mouth traveled down your neck, licking and bitting each part before moving onto the next.
You let go of his shoulders, running your hands down his chest, feeling each curve and dip of his muscles before grabbing the buttons of his shirt, undoing them as quickly as your shaking hands would let you. You could feel the light gasp he let out on your neck, letting go of your chin and looking up at you as you undid the last one. His eyes didn't leave yours as you slowly slid his button-up off his shoulders, never breaking eye contact. He then threw his shirt to the side as your eyes danced across his toned frame, he looked like a greek statue that a sculptor took years to perfect, it was even better than your imagination.
He then gently places his hands on your waist, pulling you forward as he placed a delicate kiss on your lips, feeling him slowly move down to your neck, then chest, then stomach. The contrast from how roughly his kissing was before to the soft pecks made you throw back your head and shut your eyes in pleasure. As his hands traveled down your sides, his knees dropped at your feet as he kissed the top of your waistband. You reached down and grabbed his hair, looking down to see his flushed face, licking his lips as his eyes met your own.
"I was a little distracted during dinner, so I couldn't eat much. I'm starving." His voice sounded like a song as he brought his hands up to the button of your pants, undoing it slowly as he continued to place light kisses across the bottom of your stomach. The grip you had on his hair tightened, a moan escaping your lips as he undid the button, taking his time pulling down the zipper.
"Please, Law." You begged, gasping as you squirmed underneath his grasp. You internally cringed at the sound of your own desperation. You thought you had the power over him, and now you felt yourself bending to his will, melting from every touch. He smirked as he placed a final kiss underneath your bellybutton, then yanked down your pants. You gasped, feeling the cool air met the wetness pooling in your underwear, sending a shiver down your spine.
He was studying you so closely that it was almost humiliating, but it ended up only adding to the excitement of scene bellow you.
"You're being pretty demanding for someone whose to blame for all this." He spoke as his thumb gently glided across your clothed clit. Throwing your head back, another pathetic moan pouring out of you. He slowly moved his thumb down, feeling the slick seeped through your panties.
"I never thought you would be this sensitive." He growled lowly before moving the fabric away with his thumb, then slowly dragging the flat of his tongue across your clit. I gasped and held onto him tighter as my legs threatened to give out. Incoherent words left my lips as Law took his time savouring the mess he made, the vibration from his amusement making your mind go blank. He started to suckand swirl in a lazy pattern that threatened to push you over the edge almost instantly, my hips buckling towards him as you tried to hold off for as long as you could.
He moves his mouth back briefly before pulling your underwear down fully, looking down to see Law's mouth and goatee covered in your juices, his eyes lidded and crazed, the sight alone was orgasmic. Law then grabbed the back of your legs before diving back in.
You used your other hand to cover your mouth as he picked up the pace, the pulsating suction on your clit making you see stars. He definitely knew his way around a woman’s anatomy.
"Fuck, your good at this." You sob, eyes watering in pleasure. The messy sounds of slurping and sucking filled the air of the small storage room, the promiscuity and risk of it all made you more turned on, pulling his head deeper into me as you road out your high. You cried out his name as you came, throbbing and twitching against him as he moaned back into into you, sucking all the juices that leaked out.
Your back slid down the wall, no longer able to support your own weight, your eyes met his as he remained kneeled in front of me, both catching our breath. He looked like he was glowing, like getting me off also got him off, making your chest flutter. He then looked down, your legs were still spread in front of him, causing you to instinctively bring your knees together.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked with a breathy smirk, he then reached forward and looped his arms under your legs as he stood up, sliding you back up the wall in his grasp. Smirking, you kissed him again as you wrapped your arms around his neck, tasting yourself on him.
"Wrap your legs around me and hold on." He spoke into your mouth, he guided your legs around him and let go, laughing into him, you felt him move his hands down to his pants, quickly undoing his pants and stepping out of them. As he held onto your legs again, you could feel his dick pocking at your entrance, making you shudder in anticipation. He broke away from the kiss and looked at you with hungry eyes, yet his expression was serious, telling that he was holding himself back.
"Promise that you will tell me if it hurts." He demands, voice low and genuine. His concern made your heart race, a gentleness that made you feel safe when you’re most vulnerable; a foreign sensation that you know will hurt to eventually let go of.
You slowly lean forward and place a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Promise.”
“Why is it always so impossible to wake you up!” You are suddenly jolted out of your dream at someone frantically shaking you.
Shooting up, you blink harshly as your eyes adjust to the brightness of your room. The reality shift made your head begin to throb, the memories of that night deepening the pit you already began to feel in your stomach.
You wanted to ignore Nami and curl back into a deep sleep, chasing him in your dreams. You wanted to act out of desperation, you wanted to feel his touch that felt so real it shocked you, you wanted to wrap yourself in the warmth of his safety. Just one last time.
You then look up to see Nami staring down at you angrily, which you watch slowly begin to soften into concern. She blinked in confusion as she scanned your expression.
“Wait, were you crying in your sleep?”
