۶ৎ I don’t want to go with you ۶ৎ
+18
smut
2.8k w
trafalgar law x f!reader
rough language, corrcive undertones, dub-con, dark romance elements
the newspaper calls him dangerous. unfortunately for you, that only makes him harder to ignore.
that afternoon had dragged on forever, and with night settling over the city, you could finally see the promise of going home.
“sweetheart! sweetheart!”
you turned at the shrill voice calling your name from behind the crescent-shaped desk near the library’s grand entrance.
making your way over, you were greeted by a pair of oversized eyes behind thick-framed glasses.
“that young man again… he refuses to leave. would you mind staying with him? the one with the spotted hat.” the elderly librarian gestured above her head with two bony fingers.
your eye nearly twitched.
“sure. i’ll take care of it,” you muttered without protest, gripping the polished wood of the desk so tightly your knuckles had gone pale.
“oh, you’re such a dear…” she hummed absentmindedly as she gathered her bag. “it’ll count toward your service hours, too…”
you helped her to the door, promising you’d lock up once the two of you were gone.
after that, the only sound left was the soft click of your heels against the immaculate wooden floor.
you walked between the towering shelves, toward the back, already knowing exactly where he’d be.
everything was bathed in the warm dimness cast by the gas lamps placed at each table. the chandeliers overhead barely reached this far into the room at this hour.
you stopped in the shadows between two bookcases.
there he was.
lean and impossibly tall, sitting as though he owned the silence itself. the careless gap in his buttoned shirt exposed tattooed skin across his chest, while the spotted brim of his hat hid most of his face.
you wrapped your arms around yourself.
you really didn’t want to be alone with him.
“come out.”
his voice carried no emotion.
you shivered anyway.
and obeyed.
people like him weren’t the kind you argued with.
you stood awkwardly beside the chair, fingers tightening around its backrest.
“why are you so scared?” he murmured, amusement ghosting beneath the words. “three days ago you couldn’t stop flirting with me.”
he hadn’t meant to wound you.
somehow, he still had.
“i-it’s nothing,” you stammered, lowering your gaze to your hands.
he lifted one of his own instead, silently coaxing your eyes back to him.
“the newspaper had a few surprises in it, didn’t it?”
he shut the book with a sharp snap.
the sound alone made you jump.
your nerves were completely betraying you.
you said nothing.
he rose from his seat, and somehow even the heavy thud of his boots seemed to echo inside your chest.
rough fingers caught your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.
you trembled.
his shadow swallowed yours whole, leaving no doubt about who controlled the space between you.
you froze.
“why haven’t you said anything, pretty?”
your mind couldn’t reconcile the fear curling in your stomach with the dizzy warmth that came from hearing trafalgar law address you so gently, the notorious pirate the marines wanted dead or alive.
you swallowed.
your legs felt weak.
your thoughts blurred beneath his closeness.
“i… i just don’t want anything to happen to you,” you whispered.
a quiet laugh escaped him.
there was no real amusement in it.
without looking away, his fingers drifted from beneath your chin, tracing the graceful line of your neck.
your body reacted before your mind did.
you suddenly felt foolish.
small.
too aware of every inch of him.
when his fingertips reached the edge of your neckline, a shaky breath slipped from your lips.
his eyes met yours again.
there was no kindness in them.
only something that reminded you of a cat moments before it pounced.
one corner of his mouth curved upward.
before you knew it, yours had too.
his fingers continued lower, ghosting lightly down the center of your torso before stopping at your navel.
“i haven’t done anything wrong,” he murmured, leaning closer until his warm breath brushed your face.
“yet.”
his hand settled firmly at your waist, stealing the air from your lungs before your mind could catch up with the meaning of those words.
his lips skimmed your ear.
his breath stirred your hair.
a chill raced through you.
you stumbled forward until your body met his chest, your trembling hands barely finding enough courage to clutch the fabric of his shirt.
“w-what do you mean, law…?” you whispered against him.
his broad hand wandered over your back, stopping low enough to make your pulse leap, heavy, certain, claiming space without asking.
“you’re too pretty to stay here,” he said quietly. “don’t you think?”
a shiver ran through your entire body.
you tried to pull away. he didn’t let you.
his grip kept you close.
his lips brushed your collarbone, lingering there in absent-minded kisses.
you squeezed your eyes shut.
“i-i’m fine here…”
“mm.” he disagreed without words, continuing the slow trail along your neck.
one hand remained at your waist while the other drifted lower, lifting the edge of your skirt just enough to send another wave of nervous anticipation through you.
then he paused.
barely pulling away.
you could see it in his expression. the intensity. the hunger.
the unmistakable desire to close the distance completely.
and despite every frantic thought racing through your head…
“maybe i was wrong to ask,” he said, his mouth barely brushing yours, your breathing turning uneven. “you’re too pretty to stay in a place like this.”
before you could answer, he caught your lower lip between his teeth, pulling you into a kiss that was deliberate but anything but gentle, steeped entirely in control and want.
you melted into it without thinking.
a helpless sound slipped into your mouth as your hands clung to him.
he pulled back.
“be quiet,” he murmured.
in one swift motion, he turned you to face the table. you caught yourself against the polished wood, your hands trembling where they braced your weight.
you bit your lower lip, to avoid making more noise.
Your trembling hands holding you against the table.
“i-i… this isn’t r-right…” you managed, your voice shaking apart before the words were even out. his hard cock loomed you ass.
and yet you didn’t move away.
his touch lingered at your waist, steady enough to keep you close, forcing you, waiting only long enough for your hesitation to dissolve into the silence between you.
instinctively, you leaned back toward him.
he bent closer, one hand settling at the nape of your neck.
“maybe i’ll take you with me,” he said flatly, starring to caress the insides of your thighs, beneath your petticoats.
under any other circumstance, the thought might have frightened you.
instead, your pulse skipped.
you give in shamefully, trembling when one of his long fingers finds the edge of your panties, pulling them aside.
his grip tightened just enough to keep you from drifting away.
he draw a line on your wet folds, your drooling hole reveals your desperation.
“yes,” you breathed before you could second-guess yourself, nodding weakly, your thoughts soft and hazy.
he studied you for a moment, unreadable.
you feel his fingers going from your swollen clint to your entrance.
“yeah… you’ll come with me…” a finger ease into you. the moan that tears from your throat is vulgar, humiliating
he starts to raping you with his finger, nefore long, he slips in a second.
he presses you more firmly against the table.
instinctively you raise your ass.
your breasts hurt, your clit making you lose your mind, the wetness between your legs gives you away completely.
you feel extremely ashamed and humiliated.
your whole body felt unbearably sensitive
tears stung unexpectedly at the corners of your eyes, and still you offered no protest.
when he finally withdraws his fingers, you’re too dazed to think straight, acomplete mess, but he isn’t finished with you yet.
"stay still pretty little thing..." he releases your neck, only to unzips his fly, you feel how his hard cock collides with your ass.
he lifts your skirt, his cold fingers tugging your panties down until they pool around your ankles.
when he finally eased away, your legs nearly gave out beneath you.
you try to pull away; but he digs his fingers into your hips
the pain almost makes you scream.
he lifts you just enough before entering you.
any last shred of composure leaves you as the wanton moan that slips from your lips shatters the library’s silence
the wet sound of your arousal echoes every time he moves against you.
he’s filling you.
every gentle push steals the air from your lungs and fills your vision with starlight.
“ah~ law~” you cry.
you instinctively roll your hips against him.
one hand leaves your hip to cradle the back of your neck.
your head soon fills up with soft dizzy and lovely cotton.
you can feel his movements growing more erratic.
he moves faster now, his hands squeezing you hard enough to hurt
but you’re so far gone that all you can do is go along with it, trembling with desire
you almost scream as everything comes to a head, you feel like it reaches every part of you
your arousal mingling with his, trickling down your thighs
you nearly collapse when he finally lets go. your neck aches, your hips throb, and every part of you feels sore
law quietly fixes his clothes before stepping close again. you can feel him standing behind you, his presence warm against you
“i… i don’t want to go with you…” you whispered at last, the words sounding far less convincing than you intended.
he stepped close again until the warmth of his chest rested lightly against your back.
for a fleeting second, the gesture felt almost gentle.
then a soft kiss landed atop your ruined hairstyle.
“i wasn’t asking.”