relying on the kindness of strangers. trafalgar law x f!reader.
cw: filthy car sex, infidelity, unprotected sex.
wc: 4.3k, this is so unnecessarily long lmao.
english is not my first language, so any grammatical mistakes i most certainly made i will try to fix them soon. also this is the first time i post any of my writting in here sooo.
i don't know why i came up with this, i found it difficult to write law. enjoy, i guess.
You kicked on a stone as you walked along the side of the road, your feet beginning to hurt from having been walking non-stop for 45 minutes on platform boots.
It was a Friday night, the sky was littered with stars and the air felt humid and sticky against your skin. You couldn’t complain though; your big mouth had brought you to your current predicament. God forbid a woman calls out her oh-so-mature boyfriend for being a fucking asshole. But this man? Oh, his reaction was so out of character, but you could always read him like a book. All the suspicions you had been dragging on for months got cleared out with one gaze and a theatrical gasp. There was something else, or rather someone else for him at the end of the road, quite literally.
As bad as the situation might appear, vulnerability was far from the right adjective to describe how you currently felt. You were seething with anger and desperate to reunite with your boyfriend to properly leash out your wrath at him, as God intended. It might not have looked like it, but you actually held a lot back while you were both shouting vile truths at each other as he drove. Did you regret your actions and words? Absolutely not. But it was nearing midnight, and you yearned to be at home.
The sound of an engine and tires running on the wet asphalt road made you turn around abruptly, finally, you thought to yourself. You hadn't seen a car drive by since you started walking. A small smile etched upon your face as you stuck your arm out with your thumb up, mentally begging that the driver was kind enough to pick you up.
You got blinded by the headlights as the car approached you and found it impossible to catch a glimpse of the driver, so you shielded your eyes with your forearm. A sigh of relief moved past your lips; at last, you could go home, bathe and get rid of the heavy feeling of the musty air impregnated on your skin.
Quickly that feeling of relief and your smile were mercilessly shot down.
What the fuck just happened?
“Oh, c'mon man!” You complained loudly as you threw your arms in the air, disappointedly staring after the driver who so shamelessly ignored you as they raced past you. “Screw this shit.”
You knew hitchhiking wasn’t the safest thing for both sides involved but you were presented with zero options for your plight. Of course, a quick call to any of your closest friends could’ve fixed this –but not really– given that none of them owned a car. And to make matters worse, your phone signal was not working properly. Sighing, you thought of how wonderfully this could’ve been resolved if Sanji had a car – just one call and he’d be here in a heartbeat.
You watched as the car disappeared around a curve along with your luck and scratched the top of your head, confused. Do I not look hot enough to get picked up?
Also, the more you walked, the more your surroundings were beginning to look terrifying.
Taking your phone out for what felt like the hundredth time within an hour, you raised your arm out into the sky hoping to catch some signal, narrowing your eyes at the screen, but still no such luck.
I wonder if he’s already with–
Your thoughts got interrupted once again by the sound of an engine and you could feel your eyes gleaming with hope. Only the sound was one of a car going in reverse.
Placing a hand on your hip, you observed with anticipation as the shiny black car pulled up in front of you. You basked in the sight and even if you didn’t know much about cars, you identified this one to be somewhat old; from the 80’s maybe.
Suddenly feeling shy, you stepped forward to lean into the car window that was already open, excited to put a face to your savior.
You stared intently at the handsome young man sitting behind the wheel.
“Sorry about before.” He apologized, but he did not seem to really mean it. Hands gripping the wheel, he stared you down, eyes momentarily stopping on your sweat-beaded cleavage before returning to your face. “Wanna hop in?”
Trying hard to dissipate the fogginess that engulfed your mind as the sound of his warm and deep voice reverberated inside your eardrums, your mind tried to stop for a second to think because so many things could go wrong if you decided to get in the handsome stranger's car.
But you’ve been feeling spiteful for the last hour or so, and you didn’t care, so you nodded yes at his expectant eyes.
He unlocked the passenger seat and you carefully rearranged your denim skirt before hopping inside the car.
It was safe to mention that you already felt just a tiny bit intimidated by this man’s strong presence.
He cleared his throat before continuing to speak, “So where are you headed to?”
You told him where you needed to go and he immediately got the car running, “Ah, that’s not very far from my place, how convenient.”
You simply smiled as you rested your hands atop your thighs. “How come you didn’t stop when you saw me sticking up my thumb?” you inquired, nervousness being replaced by bold curiosity.
He winced at your words, he didn’t think you’d ask about that.
“Erm–” he shot one quick look at you before returning his gaze to the road–” This is embarrassing to admit, but I was staring at my phone. I only saw you through the rearview mirror just as I turned around the curve.”
You squinted your eyes at him.
“True story,” he lifted a hand in defense, “Name’s Law, by the way.”
You told him your name, and you missed the way he repeated it silently after you.
“Let me get this out of the way first, Law,” you began, playfully emphasizing his name as you turned your body to face his, “you’re not some weirdo, serial killer, right?”
Law flashed you a small grin and again made a quick scan at your face; like he didn’t dare look at you for more than two seconds. His eyes were fixed on the road, so you seized this opportunity to check him out properly.
The man was breath-taking. And it thrilled you. You hadn’t been in awe of someone else's beauty since you met your boyfriend, and that was many years ago.
His raven hair was messy and sticking in all directions, his golden eyes looked tired and smeared with black eyeliner and you spotted some tattoos peeking through the sleeve of his dress shirt. Also, the golden hoop earrings really complemented his look.
Alluring, you thought. There was no better word to describe him.
“Not as far as I’m aware of, no.”
The sound of his deep voice brought you back to where you found yourself. You drifted away for a second.
“Guess I’m fine, then,” you teased.
He continued to drive in odd, comfortable silence while you were jumping all over the place inside your mind, scheming different ways to come up with a conversation, but Law beat you to it. “Wanna put on some music? We’re in for a long ride anyway,”
“Yeah, sure, where do I…?”
“My phone’s already on aux,” he gestured absently with his head toward his phone, “my password’s cora66 – just go right into Spotify.”
He doesn’t know me and he’s trusting me with his phone like that?
You did as Law said, and clicked shuffle on all his liked songs. Rein Raus by Rammstein started blasting through the speakers. You smiled.
Making yourself more comfortable in your seat, you decided to continue with some light conversation. “What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a doctor,” he answered with a mild expression and turned to look at you right at the same moment you lightly shot up your eyebrows in surprise. Law knew what you were thinking of; it was the very thing everyone thought of whenever he mentioned that he was a doctor: He doesn’t look like a doctor.
And indeed he didn’t, he looked like a fucking drug dealer. Which is fair to mention wasn’t too far off – he did grow and sell weed during his time at college.
“And what kinda doctor are you?”
“Ah, impressive. You’re very much into your heavy metal, then,” you glanced toward the speaker with a small grin.
“Actually,” he began, the tone of his voice changing to a condescending one, “Rammstein’s an industrial metal band.”
You side-eyed him with a bored stare, “Are you one of those fact-checking guys?”
Embarrassment slowly caved its way to his previously neutral expression. A flush which he could not conceal crept across his cheeks and he stammered upon his words, “N-not usually…”
You didn’t mean to be a bitch, but you’ve been on the receiving end of acquiring unsolicited information from men before. And it bored you to death.
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.”
You turned to look at Law only to find that he was already gazing at you through long lashes with concern in his eyes, moist lips slightly parted. And what a sight for your sore eyes.
Feeling dizzy at the sight of him, you huffed, “I'm not upset.”
“I saw the look on your face,” he countered.
“I’m telling you I’m not upset.” Almost without thinking and as natural as breathing, you went to rest your hand on his forearm as a sign of reassurance. But your attempt at physical contact never came to fully be, as your fingertips only so much as grazed his skin and you froze on the spot – Law averted his eyes from the road to look down at your hand, his expression unreadable. Quickly you retreated your hand as if you’d gotten burnt –not noticing Law’s gaze trailing after it– and hid it between your thighs. His eyes remained on the plushness of your thighs for a few seconds before he looked back to the road.
The tension between you two bubbled up as it grew thick and hard to ignore.
“Alright, then,” Law spoke, playing dumb as if whatever it was that just went on between you both had never happened, “you’re not upset. Now tell me: how’d you end up all by yourself at the side of the road this late at night? Isn’t it quite dangerous?”
In anger, you bit the insides of your cheeks as you were reminded of the red-haired man; images of him instantly flooded your mind. You sighed deeply before answering, “Had a fight with my old man while he was driving.”
“Your old man?” Law inquired as curiosity peeked at him, “What, your dad?”
He turned to look at you through furrowed brows, awaiting a response from you but all that he got was a small knowing smirk. Your lack of a verbal response confused Law but he wasn’t one to fall behind and the gears inside of his head started turning. As the realization set in, he found it impossible to hide the look of disappointment that washed over him. And his expression did not go unnoticed by you.
“Ah, I see…” was the only thing Law could respond to your silence as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, “I take it the old man's a shitty boyfriend, then.”
You turned to stare at him, “You don't know half of it, though.”
“I don't — we just met,” a corner of his mouth lifted, “But how good of a man is he if he ditches a pretty thing like you on the side of the road? While it's dark out?”
“A pretty thing like me?” you teased with a beaming smile and he shrugged his shoulders as if he just stated something obvious, “He didn't ditch me, per se… I ordered him to drop me off.”
“And he obliged?!” Law blurted out as he turned to look at you in disbelief, truly offended by your statement. “See, if I were your boyfriend–”
Tilting your head to the side, you cut him short before he could finish, “If you were my boyfriend, what?”
Law felt as if you were challenging him, the tone of your voice –perhaps– giving you away. You wanted him to be the one to break the ostensible tension between you two to make way for something imminent. You both felt it from the very second you hopped in his car. It was no use playing dumb any longer.
“If I were your boyfriend I’d never lose sight of you.”
His voice lowered a few semitones as he concluded his thoughts on you, and you noticed how his lithe fingers never ceased their drumming on the steering wheel, if anything his drumming was going even faster than before.
Feeling defeated in your own game, you exhaled deeply as you gave him a half-lidded stare.
“Stop the car,” you pronounced.
“Why? Want me to ditch you at the side of the road, too?” he snickered with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
“No, I want you to fuck me.”
The car stopped abruptly and both your bodies lunged lightly forward, the sound of brakes a little too scandalous. In no time Law’s body was fully turned to face yours.
“Didn't think you’d give in first,” he teased, a cheeky grin on his face. You rolled your eyes blank and looked intently at him, heat radiating out of your every pore.
“So…?” you leaned forward, placing your hand on his knee, rubbing circles with your thumb and looking down at his parted lips.
“Fuck your boyfriend?” Law inquired as his hand slowly started to come up to cup your cheek, his eyes never leaving the sight of your lips. He wanted to make sure you wanted him.
Law wasted no time in closing the distance between you to start and slide his lips sloppy style against yours, to no avail trying to cease his newly found hunger for your taste. There was no intention to slow down the pace. You needed this, as did Law; with every desperate lick of his tongue against your lips, you could feel the burden of a long and exhausting day come together with your recent altercation with your boyfriend.
Maybe it was no coincidence Law was the one to pick you up. You needed each other to blow off some steam. The timing was perfect.
Your limbs and his started to get tangled with each other, hands roaming everywhere looking for an inch of exposed skin to hold onto, to claw at. One of his large hands dropped from your face to rest on one of your exposed thighs, but he held still as he only squeezed your plushness, surely leaving a red mark.
Emboldened, and thrilled for more, you quickly moved around to straddle his lap, determined to close the distance between your bodies.
Pressing down your lower half against his, you both sighed at the pleasing friction of your clothed cunt against his growing bulge.
Hiding your face on his neck, you smiled to yourself as you dry-humped him. Law was now completely hard and you felt his size; of course he's fucking big.
His hands traveled down your back to settle and grip your ass, urging you to grind yourself deeper against his clothed cock. “Fuck, baby, that’s it,” he groaned and you removed your flushed face from its hiding spot on his neck, making a sinful eye contact with him, “don’t stop.”
You had no plan to stop rolling your hips against him, but you couldn’t help but want more from him. Law noticed your inner turmoil, and he grabbed at your waist to slow down the pace of your hips, intrigued by what more needs you had.
“What is it?” he managed to breathe out, smoothing your hair out with his fingers and unsticking the baby hairs that stuck themselves to your sweaty forehead.
Law awaited your answer as he brought his hand to cup your reddened cheek, his thumb tenderly caressing your lower lip as he pushed back his desire to shove it into your mouth, the prospect of your tongue swirling around it eliciting tingles to run on his lower abdomen.
You limit yourself to only stare up at him through heavy eyelids induced by a high you had missed so much. But your gaze was so sinful, that you momentarily shamed yourself as you recalled the uncharacteristic rosary you caught sight of hanging on the rearview mirror.
Tilting your head slightly to the side, you rub your cheek on Law’s big hand and give a lazy kiss to his open palm under his watchful eye.
And as if his prayers had been answered, you shove his thumb in your mouth.
"God..." Law sighed deeply and loudly –almost like a moan– at your wordless response.
You had the innate ability to say what you wanted with no need for words, the redhead would always say to you. That's what he liked most about you.
You, and your loud eyes, and your greed.
“Just use me,” he pleaded above a whisper, entranced by the discovery of your skilled tongue swirling around his thumb, giving him a preview of what you could do. But there would be none of that tonight, unbeknownst to you. Law decided that you would be seeing each other again, and as the edge-lord he’s always been, tonight would be all about you.
You stopped your sucking to catch a breath, and looked behind Law to the backseat of the car, eager to continue your activities in a more comfortable space. He caught on to what you wanted and got ahead of you. “After you”, he gestured with his head toward the backseat of his car with a display of poorly hidden degeneracy in his features, so you instantly saw through him. He wanted a free show, right?
Thanking the God’s above for having decided to wear a skirt today, you quirked an eyebrow and obliged.
You got off his lap –not without first leaving a quick peck to his lips– and moved around to make your way to the backseat, now practically on all fours. You felt your skirt ride rather high up your thighs, ass now on full display for Law’s eyes to feast on. And you failed to move forward when you felt his hand grab at one of your calves, immobilizing you.
You looked over your shoulder and saw how he bit his lower lip and rubbed at his jaw. The sight of your lower half had struck him dumb.
Law noticed you were so wet through your pale pink panties, and that the underwear was a little small as your pussy lips were brimming out through the seams. “Stay still.”
He needn’t say nothing more for you to do what he said and you bit your lip as you anticipated what he was about to do to you; it being better than what you originally had in mind.
You yelped at the sudden feeling of Law’s lithe fingers tracing up and down your clothed core, dampening you even more. You were holding so much back, you didn’t want to lash out just yet. You’d always been a loud moaner, and quite sensitive to the touch. Those two things came hand in hand.
“You’re so beautiful.” His breath was dangerously close to your cunt and you were growing impatient. At last, he hooked two fingers on your panties to move them aside, now exposing yourself to him. “Ah, fuck me,” he breathed, and you heard him unbuckling his pants to start stroking himself.
Multitasking, Law continued to palm his own length as his other hand came up to resume running his fingers through your slick folds. You were seconds away from drawing blood from your lips, unsure of how long you could keep up restraining yourself.
He kept massaging your swollen lips and he teased your entrance with his middle finger, stealing a small sob from you, “Ah, Law, please stop playing with me.”
"It speaks!" he chuckled in between moans, "don't worry darling, I'm not making you beg."
Suddenly, Law’s lips were on your pussy, giving it open-mouthed kisses and you clasped your hand on your mouth, eyes going blank. He hungrily ran his tongue between your drenched folds, and you finally lost it when he found your sensitive bud and harshly sucked at it, eliciting the loudest and most pornographic moan Law had ever heard.
He continued feasting on you, wondering how could you be so perfect and how lucky he was to have found you. He never heard such pretty moans like yours before and a feeling of jealousy nagged at him. Law was never a jealous man, but those moans belonged in his bedroom and not the "old man's".
Your wailing only encouraged him, so he continued to work you with his tongue, the hand that was previously teasing you grabbing at the conjuncture between one of your ass cheeks and upper thigh, thrusting his tongue deeper inside of you. The wet sounds of not only your pussy but also of his hand lubed with precum as he ran it up and down his length only edged you closer. And as you climbed closer to your peak, you felt your knees begin to buckle and your body tremble. You mustered all your strength to reason with him, "Don't come yet, Law," you whimpered, "I need you inside of me."
Law retreated his hand from his dick upon hearing your voice and aimed his actions towards making you reach your high. He eat you out from behind like a starved man, and he was so impatient to hear exactly how you sound when you orgasm.
Your breath became ragged and you clawed your nails on the leather seats, your sweet moans crescendoing. A continuous rhythm of his tongue on your clit finally made you come, and loudly so. Your moans blended perfectly together with the heavy metal music that never ceased playing from the car's speakers. Law detached his lips from your pussy with a swift bop.
You were so dizzy and your sight went black. Law noticed this and was able to catch you and place you on his lap before you gave in. There was a warm stickiness running down your thighs but you didn’t care. All you cared about was catching your breath.
“You taste so sweet,” he kissed your temple, “but you want more, right?”
He helped you reach the backseat of the car and gently placed you in a seating position, then he moved himself to sit on your side. He unbuckled and lowered his jeans along with his boxers, releasing his cock which knocked against his abdomen from how painfully hard he was, his tip red and leaking. "C'mere," Law reached out to tangle his hand on the back of your hair, pulling you in to catch your lips, letting you taste your sweet remains on him.
You kissed passionately, teeth colliding and everything. You couldn’t get enough of each other, and he wouldn’t stop pulling moans out of you. He grabbed ahold of your hips to lift you and straddle you on his lap. You broke the kiss for a moment, resting your forehead against his, "Guide me," you asked, and he grabbed your hand to guide it to his cock. You engulfed your fingers around him and stroked him a little bit, proud of the way you were making him grunt under you.
Law placed his hand on top of yours to stop your movement to now rub his dick against your pussy, teasing your entrance.
“You don’t need to do anything.”
That was all that he said before he buried himself inside of you. You both moaned together, and you felt your skin growing impossibly hot as you slapped your hand on the rear glass.
“Just my size.” Law hissed as you lowered yourself on his cock, but you didn’t have that much strength on you anymore because of how strong your previous orgasm had hit you, and he noticed this.
To your surprise –or maybe not– he grabbed at your hips and started to lift you up and down his cock; you were marvelled by how physically strong he was to be able to do that because you were practically a dead weight by now.
You hugged his head and he seized the opportunity to suck on your tits as he continued to use you to reach his high, but the friction of his pelvis against your clit made you realize you were back in the game and ready to get hit with another orgasm. “Whatever you do, don’t stop,” you sighed in his ear, and you felt him nod.
A chain of "fuck's" moved past Law's lips as he kept thrusting roughly inside of your tight walls. You came sooner than you thought you would so you involuntarily clenched your walls even tighter around him, action which made him come almost at the same time as you, spilling everything inside of you. Moaning loudly, his body quivered under you, and he hugged you tight by your waist as if he were trying to hold on to dear life.
The thick, sex-filled air inside of the car slowly started to dissipate as you both began to breath evenly and came down from your high.
“So,” you began as Law unwrapped his strong arms from around your waist to look at you, “you taking me home now?” you teased with a drunken, after-sex smile.
“Fuck no,” he spat, indignant. “You’re not going back to that old man of yours. You’re coming back to my place. And I’m gonna pull one more orgasm out of you.”
You smiled. That wasn’t such a bad idea, right?
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