Something I Don't Know - Trafalgar Law
Sex Pollen⚘ NSFW ♡ 18+ ♡ SMUT
Captain! HardDom!Law / Crew!Reader
Pairing: Trafalgar D. Water Law x Fem!Reader (No use of y/n)
Summary: You and your Captain have been imprisoned. Law has been injected with some kind of drug and you're shackled to the wall. Your crew is on the way, but if Law's fever doesn't break, he won't last before they get here.
CW: Sex Pollen (But its a drug- Law Knows), DubCon, Medical Terminology, Restrained (F), Blood (Law's), Dirty Talk, Fingering (F Rec), Spit (F Rec), Creampie, Dick tattoos cause i like them, Confessing Feelings, Unspoken Feelings
ANGST, Law is remoresful. Considers Erasing Reader's Memory of the Event DD:DNE
Word Count: 3.8k
Stayed up past my bedtime for this one, but wowie I was not sleeping until I got it out of my system (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝)
Law understands his body more than most people do. He is intimately familiar with the precise working of himself down the atom. He can tell you his exact molecular composition and the count of his blood at the drop of a hat. He has taken himself apart and examined his own organs from the inside out. He knows his body. He knows it well. Better than any doctor had ever known themselves.
So he knew something was wrong. He clocked the change nearly the exact moment it occurred. The rise of his temperature, the quickened pulse, and the fog descending across his thoughts. The symptoms worked dangerously fast, but it wasn’t until he felt the flood of testosterone and the rapid escalation of adrenaline that it all clicked into place just what exactly he had been dosed with.
His power could remedy this without issue.
But he is locked in sea prism stone prison, the metal draining him of all ability. It also lowers the baseline levels of his energy, which means the drug tearing through his system all that more potently.
“Captain!” Finally, Law’s gaze snaps to you. “What’s happening?” Your eyes are wide with concern, completely unaware that you are the one in the most danger here.
It hadn’t made sense to him at first. They’d tossed you both into this cell, but you were the only one chained to the wall. But, now- he understood completely. It was part of the torment. A cruel, vicious sort of torture, forcing a betrayal so pervasive between captives. Law hated to admit it, but it was a disgustingly effective sort of torture to force the wedge between Captain and Crew.
Your chains rattle as you try to make even the smallest bit of headway in freeing yourself. You have to get your Captain out of this cage. Whatever they have given him is making him seriously sick and without his power you weren’t sure if he’d be okay. Let alone survive long enough for the rest of the crew to find you.
Law barks your name in a tone that immediately halts your movements. “I need you to be quiet and be still.” You do as he says without question. You trust your Captain completely. Regardless of how worried you are, you have to believe he has a plan- or is working on one. Your Captain is the smartest man you’d ever met and you know there is nothing he can't figure out. You just hope he figures it out before whatever is wrong with him gets worse.
Law sits with his back to you, knees to his chest, head pressed into them. His hands cover his ears. Trying to make his body small, to block out as many of his senses as he can. He tries to breathe as little as possible. The position is slowing the effects of the poison, but it is so minuscule his rational mind tells him it won’t make a difference. Law grits his teeth in frustration, running equations through his head- trying to figure out if he could sus the exact composition of the drug coursing through his body.
You scan your eyes over the the cell, looking for something- anything- that could help. But you come up just as empty as you have for the past hour. It’s dark here, the only light comes from the fire lit sconces in the hall. There’s a drip drip drip from somewhere, but you don’t see a leak. You observe your surroundings the way Law taught you to. Pick an object and pick it apart, then move to the next and the next.
The bars were too small to fit through. The biggest structural weakness of any cell was the door so you pick apart the hinges and the keyhole. The scrape on the floor from years of being open and shut. But, nothing particularly jumps out at you.
The cell is small, sea prism lines both the walls and the floors. There is only the one set of shackles in the room, but it's odd that they chained you up instead of your Captain- when he so clearly is the greater threat between you. You figure it must mean they’re confident that whatever they dosed him with will keep him docile- or worse.
You take a deep, shuddering breath. The air here is so hot and humid, it's hard to breath in for the full ten-count your Captain would always remind you to do. The crew knows where you are- or where you were going- and they know what the plan is. You were both supposed to be back by now. They have your vivre cards. Undoubtedly, they were on their way here right this very second to save you both. You had complete, unshakable faith in your crew. They would come. They would find you.
The only thing that worried you was if your Captain would be okay until they got here from the whole other side of the island.
There was a soft clink of your chains as you slightly shifted and Law groans. His intoxicated mind already whispering devious madness in his ears. Telling him how close you are. How helpless. All chained up with no way to run from what he wanted to do to you.
Law growls in frustration, pressing his hands harder against his ears as if it could keep out his inside thoughts. Even sans the sound of your voice, his body was still reacting to your proximity. You’re as far apart from each other as you can be in the cell, but it wasn’t enough. He can feel your presence at his back. So close, so alluring. And as his senses keep heightening- he can smell you. The sweat on your skin, the scent of your sex that hadn’t yet slicked for him.
Law bites down hard on his tongue, trying to stifle the way his mind is thinking- using the pain to overwrite the receptors of sensation. But, it doesn’t help. The drug has bonded to him so completely it’s shutting out any stimulus that doesn’t align with his baser biological need. If anything, the taste of his own blood only spurs it on. Violence and arousal often stimulated similar regions of the brain. The drug was amping up his animalistic urges across the spectrum. The angrier he became, the more aroused he became. The more aroused he became, the more aggressive he became. Unless he could get the fever under control they would just keep feeding into each other.
But it was near impossible to do that when your presence alone hitched it higher. And his rational mind- what was left of it- was vaguely aware that the one thing that was going to bring the fever down before it killed him was the one thing he was determined not to suscept you to.
“Bring your knees to your chest,” he grinds out, “make your body as small as possible.” You don’t respond, but he knows you’ve done exactly as he ordered. You’re always so obedient for him. The new position muffles your scent, but not by much. It buys him maybe a couple extra minutes of rationality. But he’s torn on what exactly to do with it. He can’t see any way out of this and he won’t be able to prevent what’s about to happen.
“Listen,” he says, voice deepening, “the drug they gave me- it’s making me sick. Really sick.”
“Captain,” your voice washes over him and his cock jumps. “Tell me what to do,” your voice is desperate, but willing. You’ll do anything he tells you. You always do. Always so well behaved.
“The fever is going to kill me,” he states plainly and its the truth. He can’t think of any way to prevent it here- in this cell. At least, not any way that doesn’t involve giving into what his body wants to do to you.
“No!” There’s a sharp rattle as you press as far forward as you can. “No, Captain! I’ll get us out of here. The carpometacarpal, right? I think I can crush it if I-“
“I’m not going to let you die,” you snap, chains rattling. Law turns around to see you trying to maneuver into a position to break your hands. He quickly moves across the room and grabs your arms, halting your attempts.
You gasp, “Captain… you’re burning up.” His hands are hot were he has them wrapped around you. There's heat radiating off him and it rushes towards you like a fire licking at your skin. “Captain,” you plead, “what do we do? Tell me, please.” His eyes are fixed where your arm is trapped in his grip and they’re dark- nearly pitch black.
Your eyes follow his gaze where his burning hand has you in a vice grip and you think you must know the dilemma he’s grappling with. You don't. “Break it,” you tell him and his eyes snap to yours. “If you have to break it, do it. I can take it.” You keep your face even, trying to convince him of your resolute bravery, but he feels the way your pulse quickens in apprehension.
“You can take it, hm?” A wicked grin slices across face, “you’ll just take anything I give you, won’t you?”
You blink, brows furrowing at his words. That adorable little crease between your eyes pulls him back from the edge- just a little. He rips his hands off you. “Don’t break anything,” he rattles. “It won’t help.”
“Then what will,” you beg. Your eyes start to glisten and theres a tremble to your lip he wants to suck between his teeth. “Captain, please. Please.”
Law groans, cock twitching at the sound of your begging. He places a hand against the wall beside your head, keeping you caged. Not that you could go anywhere. Not that you could get away from him.
“The drug is a kind of stimulant. The fever increases neurotransmitter activity, amplifying base hormones that require a counterbalance to-“
“Law,” you interrupt his rambling, “what do you need?”
“I need to fuck you.” Your mouth drops, reeling back- completely caught off guard by his response. But you know he’s deathly serious. “I am going to fuck you.” His voice is gravely, thick and trembles with remorse, “I won’t be able to stop myself.”
He looks straight at you and you watch as the darkness eats away at the gorgeous golden dawn of his eyes. Before it’s gone you have to tell him- he has to know- “It’s okay, Captain. It’s okay. You can do it, whatever you need.”
His face crumples and drops to the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and he nuzzles into you for a just a moment before you feel it. The shift. A change to the atmosphere, a change to the way he touches you.
He laughs darkly against your throat, “whatever I need, hm?” he drags his teeth up and nips at your jaw, “and if I need to spread you open and drive my cock into your little cunt?”
Your breath hitches and his hot fingers grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Answer me,” he orders.
His grin is satisfied as he drags his thumb across your lips. “Say it,” he urges. Blush blooms across your face and you avert your eyes. He snaps your name, “you will look at your Captain when you speak to him.” He leans in, tongue barely flitting over your lips as he hisses once more, “Now say it.”
“Y-you can have…” you lips tremble, “you can have your way with me, Captain.”
Law slams his hand into the stone by your head, making you yelp. “That is not what I said.” He tilts his head, “you’re being a bad girl, not listening to your Captain.”
Your tongue darts over your lips and his slides out to mirror you. “I’m sorry, Captain.”
You swallow, trying not to look away from him as you repeat his filthy words, “you can spread me open, Captain. You can drive your-” you stutter just a little, “y-your cock into my little cunt.”
He smiles at you, fingers brushing your cheek. “Good girl.” His face softens as he caresses you, “always my good girl…” Your heart flips and he cocks a brow, leaning forward to look into your eyes. “You like that, don’t you? You like being Captain's good girl.” There’s a fluttering low in your tummy and Law grins- watching how your pupils dilate. “Oh, you like it a lot.”
He leans back on his knees, letting his eyes roam over your restrained body. “But I already knew that.” Law shrugs his jacket off his shoulders. “So tell me something-” he peels his shirt off his back, “-that I don’t know.”
Despite yourself, your eyes roam over your Captain's body, trailing the lines of his tattoos drawn through the ridges of his muscle. Despite how decorated his skin is, he so rarely shows it. “I…” you snap your eyes back up to his, “I like to look at you.”
He shakes his head, shoulders shaking as he laughs, “you think I don’t know that?” Embarrassed heat flushes through you. “You think I don’t see the way you watch me? You think I don’t let you watch?” His grin turns devious, “tell me what you do to yourself when you think about me.” You stammer, while Law’s hands start undoing his pants. “Go on.”
“I…” your thighs press together as you confess in a small voice, “I touch myself.”
“What?” he teases with a tilt of his head, “Can’t hear you.”
Your heart thumps wildly, “I touch myself when I think of you, Captain.”
Your Captain leans forward and fists the fabric of your shirt- and your bra with it. “I know,” he shrugs- then rips in one strong motion, tearing your clothes away.
You gasp, unable to cover yourself with your hands chained to the wall. “C-captain!” Despite that, you still yank on the restraints as if it would make a difference. Law’s cock twitches watching you struggle and he slides his pants over his knees, finally leting it fall free.
Your eyes snap to his cock, mouth falling open. “Now you have something new to look at,” his tone is arrogant, enjoying the way you take him in. Your eyes trace the tattoos striping over his low waist to wind around his cock. His hand rubs up the underside of his shaft and it jerks against his touch, precum oozing from his slit. “You gonna think about this when you touch yourself?”
He chuckles, “good girl. So honest.” Law slides forward and grabs the waist of your shorts, yanking them down over your curves and tossing them to the side with the rest of your ruined clothes. You’re completely naked for him now, strung up and exposed.
You squeeze your legs together, pulling your knees up, trying to instinctually preserve a bit of your modesty. Your Captain continues stroking his cock as he looks at you. “Spread your knees.” You bite your lip with a whimper. “That’s an order.” You move them apart a touch. “Wider.” A little bit wider.
Law growls grabbing both knees and throwing them apart, pinning them back against the wall, where you leave them as he leans back to admire the sight. “Why are you trying to hide from me, hm? Are you embarrassed?” You cry out when he suddenly sticks a finger into you and drags it up through your slit. He inspects it with a grin before holding it out to you. “Embarrassed by how wet you are?” He brings the finger back and sticks it into his mouth, moan from the taste of you dropping deeper when he sees your cunt squeeze around nothing.
“Yes, Captain,” you answer.
He pulls his finger from his mouth with a pop and hauls your hips up into his lap. Your fingers tighten around your chains as his fingers spread you open. You gasp as he rubs his tumbs to either side of your clit, head tilting back with a moan.
Law uses his thumbs to stimulate your clit in ways you’ve never felt before while his knuckles spread your dripping cunt. “You like this? That’s the root of your clit,” his voice slips back into a familiar instructional tone. “When I press like this,” you cry out, hips bucking into his hands. “Enhances sensitivity, by increasing the blood flow there…” He’s so focused on perfecting the technique of it on your body it almost feels like he’s himself again-
He spits on your clit, making your body jerk. “Get it nice and swollen,” he chuckles as if he’s amused with himself, “you’re gonna cum so fucking hard on my cock.” Your pussy clenches around the points of Law’s knuckles where he keeps stretching your hole open.
He looks up at you, hands not stopping. “You still haven’t told me something I don’t know.”
He hums when your brow furrows, searching your mind for something you could offer him. “Y-you gave me your hoodie when we were on the Kazen Islands…”
“I sleep in it, sometimes.” Law's hands slow and his eyes soften at the intimacy of the confession. Despite everything you have been doing, it’s only now that you feel the most vulnerable- the most exposed.
Law wraps your legs around his waist and slides his hands up your body. He leans forward, giving you more slack on the chains and letting your weight rest in his lap. His face nuzzles into your neck, lips pressing into your pulse- his voice is just a breath against it. “You used my shower when the pipes were busted.” Another press of his lips, kissing up your neck- “you left your hair tie on my sink.” You feel the head of his cock slide easily into you Law kisses the hollow of your ear, “I keep it in my nightstand.”
His hips press forward and he lets you feel every inch of his cock as slides home. You groan deeply, legs tightening around him. Your hands instinctively try to wrap around his body, but are stopped by the chains. “Captain~” you moan. He thrusts into you, deep and steady, his arm keeping your back from hitting the jagged stone.
His other hand finds its way between your bodies, pressing into your clit. It’s just as sensitive as he promised it would be. He circles his fingers atop your bud, still wet with your slick and his spit. He slowly increases the pressure and his hips pick up speed.
The ground splits the skin of Law’s knees, but the sting of it is drowned out by how deliciously your body takes him, squeezing him deeper. He holds you tighter, lifting a little higher to keep your wrists slack. Even in his state, sapped of his natural energy, he could do this. For you- his pretty girl, so soft- he wasn’t putting you on the ground. He knows at his pace the stone would scrape you up and the only marks that belong on your body are his.
Law's mouth returns to the pulse at your throat and sucks, his tongue darting over the sensitive flesh. His fingers press into your clit faster now- relentless- desperate for the sweet clench of your body.
“Captain…” you moan, “I’m… I’m getting close.”
His mouth parts from your flesh with a stand with a strand drool, “Good girl. Need you to cum on your Captain’s cock.” His fingers roll faster over your clit, near vibrating and you tilt your head back.
“Yes, I’m gonna- Captain, I’m…”
Law plows himself into you, snarling through his teeth- desperately holding on until he feels that first squeeze of your orgasm. “Say my name, baby. Say my name.”
“Law-!“ his name breaks over your tongue as you cum and Law arches his back as he spurts into you.
“Fuuck,” he groans, jerking his hips to milk every drop into you, “so fucking tight.”
Your body convulses as you come down from your high and Law scoots knees to the wall so you can sit in his lap. He wraps both arms around your back to keep you off the stone. You still can’t put your arms around him, but you drop your head into the crook of his neck, still in the aftershock of your orgasm.
Your breaths are shallowing, gasping for air and his fever begins to recede, the fog just barely starting to lift. He tightens his hold on you as he feels your lips tremble against his skin, “Captain…”
“Shhh…” he soothes. “I’m here, I got you. Captain’s got you.”
Your body grows heavy, the exhaustion of your circumstances finally settling over you.
You’re still sleeping in Law’s arms an hour later. You’re dressed now, though. He put your shorts back on and slid his shirt up your legs, tying the arms around your back to keep it from slipping down- and he’s back in his pants and his jacket. He used the ruined scraps of your clothes to clean you of himself and you barely stirred.
He holds you close to the wall, easing the tension from your restraints. He can see the raw red skin beneath the shackles and his chest twists he caused some of it. He was too rough with you- far too rough. And though he knows you’re going to forgive him for it, he hates that your first time together is so tainted. He’d spent so long imaging how it could go- how it would go, one day- and this was not even a shadow of what you deserved.
He would have to make it up to you- somehow.
Or, maybe he’d have to make you forget.
He can do that once his power returns. And maybe he should. He has no idea how you will look at him now- and if he will survive it. Part of him wishes he’d just let the fever take him instead. But, you never would have let that happen. You were ready to shatter your own body just to be next to him in a cell neither of you could escape from.
He can feel the shudder through the stones and hear the commotion floors above that tells him the crew has arrived. He never had any doubt they would.
And even though you wake when the cell is pried open and your cuffs are removed, Law still carries you all the way home.
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