Sweet Medicine - Trafalgar Law
Doctor!Law / Patient!Reader
Pairing: Trafalgar D. Water Law x Fem!Reader (No use of y/n)
Summary: Law checks up on you after some time has passed since your last exam. Seems you need a little follow up care.
CW: Medical Examination, Medical Terminology, Masturbation (Fem), Dirty Talk, Creampie, Lots of Cum, Use of Devil Fruit, Aftercare
Law wants to ensure your lustful inclinations are due simply to a higher than average libido and not an imbalance of biochemistry.
Sorry, Reader. You've been diagnosed with horny. Let Doctor give you your medicine.
Word Count: 6.8k
Thanks everyone for the encouragement on the other parts. I still feel new to this, but I'm having so much fun. This turned out longer than I expected, but I hope you'll enjoy ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)
Part One: The Exam
Part Two: Crossing the Line (Law POV)
You laughed, dancing in the firelight of the sunset with your friends. Two pirate crews once again brought together by fate. Technically rivals, but actually friends, there was always an invisible tether between both crews that repeatedly brought them together again. And it was always a party when it happened.
Especially here, in this quiet tropical paradise. Both your crews had arrived the same day with intentions of enjoying it for a few, at least. Law almost couldn’t believe it when they surfaced to see the Sunny already anchored. He sighed, resigning himself to the boisterous onslaught that he didn’t find particularly enticing. But, his crew deserved it. And he was certain Strawhat felt similarly.
More than that, however… it meant he would get to see you again. It had been a couple months since your last encounter and that had been… strained, to say the least. But all this time since- every day- he had thought about you. He wanted to see you again. So desperately, he had considered asking his navigator if there was a way to figure out the course your ship was on. He was glad fate intervened before it had come to it.
You greeted Law the way you usually did- a little wave and a bashful smile. But the rosy blush on your cheeks told him what you were remembering when you looked at him- that it was something still on your mind. Favorably, he hoped.
Law couldn’t stop watching you. Like a magnet, you drew his attention everywhere you went. The way you laughed, the way you danced, the way you sing- arm slung over the shoulders of your duet. You flit effortlessly through your friends and his as if you saw no barrier between them. As if you belonged to both. As if you could belong to him, too.
Your eyes turned towards him often, only to meet his own which haven’t left you. Quickly, you’d avert your gaze as if it could have been anything but intentional. As if you weren’t as pulled to his presence as he was to yours. Your blush was evidence to the contrary of that. And proof that you must have felt something for him if he had that affect on you.
The question on Law’s mind was if that something was born from the memories of your last meeting. Or if it ran deeper than that. He hoped- was convinced- it was the latter. But the former was an easier way in for a man who, ironically, wasn’t good at navigating his heart at all.
You sit on the familiar exam table, a deep scarlet in your cheeks as you recall the last time you were here.
When the party had begun to wind down, crew mates fading off and falling asleep, Law had come to you saying he wanted to follow up on your previous exam. It caught you off guard, particularly because part of you had almost turned what had happened into something distant, like a dream- or a fantasy- detached from the real world. But reality resumed full force as you sat there- once more- in the thin paper gown atop the table he’d made you cum on last time.
Law had slipped back into that detached professionalism he displayed last time. White coat draped from his shoulders as he silently took your vitals, before dropping onto his stool. He leans forward on his knees, hands folded in front of him.
“Since our last appointment, has your condition improved?”
You nod, “yes.” Oh, it had. Drastically. Of which you were bashfully grateful.
“Have you been reaching climax?”
“How often are you masturbating now?”
“Um…” you look shyly to the floor, crossing your ankles, “every day…”
“Do you orgasm every day?” You nod. “Good. And how would you describe the quality of these orgasms.”
“Are you certain? Every day is higher than average.”
You look up at him then, concern stamped between your brows, “is it…bad?”
He shakes his head, “Not necessarily. It could just be you have a high libido. Or it could be that you’re not getting full satisfaction from a session so your body is pushing you to do it again.”
“I never thought of that…” your mouth twists in concentration, really trying to figure out if you’d know the difference. “I always feel satisfied… I mean, I can’t…” you trail off.
You hesitate only for a moment. You were just as embarrassed about being embarrassed as you were embarrassed to talk about these things. Realistically, you shouldn’t be. He was your doctor- you doubted you could say anything that would surprise him. And he’d already seen you in the most vulnerable way possible. Even still, it was hard to stamp down.
“You know you can tell me anything,” he adds, softer. You look up at him, but his expression is still impassive as he amends, “doctor-patient confidentiality. Anything said or done between us is strictly private.”
You knew that, but it felt better to hear him say it. “I can never just… do it once.”
“Yeah. It feels really good, but it’s jut not… enough. I usually can’t stop until I’ve done it a few times.”
“How many times per session?”
You shake your head, “it’s not always the same. Usually, at least two, but sometimes it’s higher… like, three or four… I can do one sometimes, but I always feel like I could keep going and I usually can’t help myself… It feels like… my body gets tired before my actual desire does, if that makes sense…”
“It does,” he reassures. “It’s not unusual for women to orgasm more than once. The first orgasm helps relax your body and prepares it to have sex. It’s why foreplay is so important- particularly before penetrative sex.” His textbook explanation is reassuring, making you feel more comfortable about this conversation. “Do you get aroused easily?”
“Yeah…” your fingers fidget with the edge of your paper gown. “Sometimes I don’t even know why… it just happens. Sometimes out of nowhere,” you confess.
He gives a thoughtful ‘hmm’, considering what you’ve told him. “Can you describe to me the ways you masturbate?”
You pull your lip between your teeth as you mull the question, not able to look at him. “I touch myself… like… you know, like last time…”
“Do you only ever use your hands?”
“A few ways, I guess… I have my own bathroom so sometimes I like to… under the faucet, it feels good…”
“Do you mean in the tub?”
“You spread your legs under the faucet and let the water rush against yourself?”
Your breath hitches, “y-yes…” you admit.
“I like to… rub against things,” your voice was small, but Law’s tone didn’t change.
“You like to hump,” he clarifies. You nod. “What do you hump?”
Your fingers twist nervously together, “the corner of my desk.. Or my dresser… the pillows, sometimes… I like the motion,” you confess.
“And when you do these things- when you use the faucet or hump your desk- when you orgasm, do you still feel the need to do so more than once?”
“Yes. Usually I’ll switch to my hands after the first one.”
“Do you use any sex aid devices?”
You shake your head, “I don’t have any… We don’t go to markets that sell that kinda stuff and anytime we go anywhere, I’m never alone, so… I just haven’t…”
Law catches your attention as he turns and writes something you can’t see into a notepad on his desk. It makes you kind of nervous, especially as he turns around and asks, “when was the last time you had a sexual interaction with another person?”
You swallow and Law tracks the movement, “um… last time when we…”
“Your last appointment?” You nod. “The last time you climaxed at the hands of another person, they were mine?” You nod again. Law rubs his hand across the stubble along his jaw. “So since you’re not particularly sexually active, it’s difficult to determine if what you’re experiencing is a high libido or unfulfilled chemistry.”
“There’s a number of hormone and neurotransmitter interactions that occur during the sexual process. From the pre-arousal to the post-orgasm stage. A higher libido in itself is not necessarily a concern, but it can sometimes be an indication of a chemical imbalance. While you may feel satisfied, you body may not be getting enough of a chemical release, which pushes it back into the arousal stage to try again.”
You blink, trying to wrap your mind around the words he’s saying. “Okay… so, how do we find out?”
“Typically, you could do so by analyzing the way you feel after self stimulation compared to stimulation with a partner. Chemical release is often impacted by whether or not you’re with a partner- both your bodies will sync biologically to produce greater amounts of bonding chemicals… To make you fall in love, basically.”
Your hand goes automatically to your heart, a hint of almost amazement in your eyes, “really?”
Law gives you a gentle smile, “that’s why they call it making love.” He holds your gaze for a moment before he continues, “but it’s not quite exact across the board. Just because you have sex with someone doesn’t mean you’re chemically a good match. Likewise, a good match may start to sync before any sexual activity takes place.”
You smile, his words starting to click, “so when you say you have chemistry with someone…”
“Exactly,” he confirms. “Now, everyone’s natural baselines are different. We want to determine where yours is. So we know if your desire is the result of a naturally high libido- completely healthy. Or, a result of a chemical imbalance- something we may need to address.”
Worry creases your face, “what happens if my chemicals are wrong? Am I… is it really bad?”
“If,” he stresses, “you have an imbalance, then we’ll figure out why, how much, and what -if anything- we need to do to correct it.”
“So… how do we find out?”
“By measuring exactly what and how much is being released during sexual activity.”
“Oh…” you blushed, “how can I do that?”
“There’s a few methods. Fortunately, the ope-ope fruit allows me to do it completely noninvasive while maintaining the most organic environment for results.”
You nod, “okay… that’s good…” you mutter, biting nervously at your lip. Suddenly, it occurs to you- “wait. So, you need to measure me during… activity…”
“So that means you’ll be here when I’m…”
“Correct. You’re going to masturbate while I analyze your levels through the various stages. Then, we’re going to compare those results to the results we get when we measure you during sexual activity with a partner.”
“What!? There has to be another way...”
“Not without invasion and not in the time we have. It would require multiple sessions with extensive blood work over the course of days. The ope-ope fruit is the easiest, most efficient way of conducting the procedure.”
“I don’t know if I’d call this easy…” you mumble. “Wait… the second part. I have to… with someone?”
“For the most accurate results- yes.”
“Who am I supposed to… to do that with!?”
“That,” he says, standing, “is at your discretion. You can ask someone to participate. Or…” he strides over where you sit on the table, “I can fulfill that role myself.”
“Either way, I’ll be present to make use of my power,” he tells you. He adjusts the table, raising the back so it would be a more comfortable recline. “Now, lean back.”
You do, settling comfortably as you can as you watch him. His hand slowly rises in front of his chest, two fingers outstretched, “ro-“
“Wait,” you reach up and grab hold of his hand, stopping his activation.
Law softens his expression as he looks down at you. Your wide eyes look up at him both full of worry and seeking reassurance. He places his other hand over yours, liking how much he covers both of your hands with just one of his own. “Don’t be afraid. You trust me, right?”
You take a deep breath and tighten your grip on him, “I trust you, Law.” Gently you pull your hands away, folding them over your stomach.
“Remember, you can always stop the procedure at any time," he reminds you. And then-
You feel a not unpleasant buzz as the barrier of his power expands past your body, encompassing the entire room. There’s a slight glint in the air that you see reflected in Law’s eyes. “Don’t be nervous,” he tells you.
He smiles at you, knowing you’re lying. There is nothing in this room that Law does not and cannot know. Here, in this space, within the confines of his power- Law is god. You’ve seen him harness that ability to extreme measure, but you’ve also seen him use it with a delicate precision that only came with years of practice.
The familiar supports slid up the end of the table, “use them if you need them,” Law tells you- having raised them without needing to touch them. He moves to sit back on his stool again, wheels dragging as they come closer to you.
Law waves his hands in the air and before him appears a transparent screen, lit with moving lines and graphs that you didn’t know how to read. “What’s that?”
“That’s you,” he answers. “A visual representation of what’s happening in your body right now.”
“It says you need to relax.” You huff, leaning back. “Close your eyes. Deep breathes.”
You do as he says for a few minutes. With every breath your muscles ease. Even with your eyes closed you could feel Law’s presence. Whether that was just because you were so aware of him or it was a side effect of the Room, you weren’t sure. But either way, it felt steadying. Grounding. Sure. And you clung to that as the flutter of nerves echoed in your lower regions with what you were about to do.
“Good. You’re in a relaxed, pre-arousal state.” His voice was still in that professionally even monotone, but there was a deeper timbre just below the surface that you felt vibrate all around you in the chamber of his power. “I want you to start moving into your arousal.”
“What do you usually think about when you touch yourself?”
'You', your mind responds instantly- but of course you don’t say that.
You hear Law shift in his seat, but you don’t open your eyes to look at him. You take a deep breath, trying to steer your thoughts in a different direction. “Don’t fight it, let it come naturally.”
Law watches the images of your mind’s eye play out before him on the small screen he conjured. He doesn’t need it to see what you’re thinking- hell, inside his Room, he could slip into your thoughts himself if he wanted. But he held back, enjoying watching the visuals play out in front of his eyes, keeping his mind freer. A grin spread across his face when he saw himself appear in immediate response to his question.
His cock twitches proudly as he watches your mind conjure images of him by its own volition. You keep trying to push them out, but they just keep coming back. Law was certain you didn’t realize he could see what you were thinking- you just didn’t want to be impolite. His heart flips at your sweet nature, even under the torture he was putting you through. But, you liked it. He had proof of that right in front of him. Even if you didn’t know how to admit it yet.
Law sees your mind flit through memories your brain recognizes as arousing. And he saw himself- through your eyes. Brief moments of interaction and stolen glances between you. He saw himself shirtless, exhausted, and tattoos rippling down his back as he stretched. Saw the way his hands slid over the grip of his sword. Saw his own eyes staring back at him through a midnight fire. Saw himself shield you from an oncoming attack back in Punk Hazard, hand tightly wrapping around your arm and shambling you somewhere else.
Something stirs in Law’s chest- relief, partly, to know that it hadn’t been one sided. You had been holding this collage of your moments with him, just like he had with you. Then, a lower stirring as he saw the line that indicated your arousal start to rise as you parsed through them.
“There you go, attagirl,” he praises, watching that pink line go up. It spikes with his praise and he hears your breath hitch.
Your memories start to blur with fantasies. At first, they're faceless. Faceless hands roaming your body, faceless mouths licking and sucking. But he can see the way your mind fights to superimpose his image atop them and the way you try to fight it. There's guilt, he notes, when you think about him. And that is something he can't abide.
“You’re doing such a good job,” he praises, watching the spike.
You try not to think of Law. You really, really do. It doesn't seem right to fantasize about him like this. He is your doctor, he is trying to help you. Despite how embarrassing the situation is, you trust him that its necessary. He’d taken care of you once, you trust him to do it again.
‘He took such, such good care of you too’, your mind whispers, bringing back the memories of the last time you were on this table. When he spread your legs and fingered you to orgasm. Your pussy clenches at the thought of it-
No. No, that is wrong. On so many levels. If he knew what you were imagining, would he feel taken advantage of? Maybe he’d think you got yourself in this situation as some sort of perverse wish fulfillment. You hadn’t, of course, but he may not believe that. He’d probably feel uncomfortable, trying to help his patient through an awkward enough procedure without knowing she was getting off to it.
“You’re doing such a good job,” his voice sounded.
Oh, it was so hard not to get off to it. Because you had been for months now. The memory of being spread open for him, the way he touched you, the way his long fingers slid into your body. The way he had made you gush, cumming in a way you never had before and haven’t been able to replicate since. Though, not for lack of trying.
No one had ever worked you so precisely, so expertly. So in tune with exactly what you wanted- what you needed- when you needed it. The way his voice, so detached, still felt so dirty made you so wet. You’d remember his words as he walked you through it and recreate the steps with your own fingers. But it was just never quite right and never felt as good as it had that day.
Shadows creep through the corners of your mind. You had to be failing this test. Screwing up the results. Your thoughts too loud, too at odds with each other. As soon as your mind started tumbling down into lust, something would veer you off course. It was frustrating since you didn’t have this problem when you were alone. Maybe because there was a lot less guilt when you’re getting off to a man who’s across the ocean instead of sitting next to you completely unaware of the ways your mind violated his image.
“Put your feet on the supports,” Law’s voice brakes through the noise with a simple command for you to follow. “Spread your knees,” your heart beats hard in your chest, but your mind quiets- suddenly singularly focused on fulfilling his order. Slowly, you pull your knees apart just so- paper gown falling between your thighs to just barely conceal your naked cunt.
You can hear Law shuffling around the table, but don't open your eyes. You feel the heat of his presence settle between your knees and the weight as he leans against the table.
“Do you remember the last time you were here? Do you remember what I did to you? It felt good, didn’t it?”
“Y-yes…” you answer, body immediately responding his questioning. His low voice rolls through you like thunder.
“You want to feel good again, don’t you?”
“Spread your knees and show me how you play with yourself.”
Everything falls away, to reveal the only thing left. An aching, desperate, need to feel good.
Wetness seeps from your core, a sticky sound as you slowly pull your knees apart. The cool air of the room breezes over your cunt. Your hands slowly reach down, rubbing over the soft plush of your inner thighs. You caress yourself, kneading your own flesh as you work towards the apex of your body. You think Law is watching, but you don’t open your eyes to check.
You feel him shift at the end of the table, “spread yourself open.” You reach up from underneath, and spread your sex for him. Hole stretched, you feel your slick drip down the the roll of your ass.
“You are ready to begin.”
Your fingers crawl to your dripping hole, feeling the wetness there- so much and so slick. Fingertips practically falling into your pussy with every pass. You don't push, just let them slide in and out as you massage yourself, body relaxing into lust. Both hands kneading the bottom of your ass, letting them open and close your sticky cunt, fingers strumming, playing the instrument of your body.
Your hands are completely coated with your own slick, palms smearing it over your thighs while strands fall thick and sticky onto the table below. Your breath picks up, and your pussy begins fluttering with need by the time you slid your hands higher to the more sensitive ache of your clit. So worked up, that the first light brush of your fingers was enough to make your body jerk.
It took effort to restrain yourself from pressing in and rubbing yourself hard to completion. But you're enjoying this. You want it to last forever. The way your humiliation sweetens the taste of your passion, the way Law’s power thrums over your skin, the way you feel him watching you- with his eyes and with his power- he is watching. And that thought alone makes you clench again.
You slide both hands gently up the sides of your clit, caressing along the outside of it- the way he had. You add more pressure, pushing your clit forward as your fingers rub its underside between them. You whimper, hips starting to undulate off the table as you stroke yourself. The pressure in your clit was building, swelling and begging to be touched as your pussy weeps, squeezing around nothing.
“You’re stimulating the root of your clit,” Law's voice vibrates through you. “Do you feel the pressure?”
You moan, “yes… feels good…” You feel his hands grip either side of the table as he leans forward, getting a closer look at the ministrations of your fingers.
A finger slides over your swollen clit and your hips buck, eyes flying open to see Law leaned in between your spread knees, face down watching you. His dark eyes lift dangerously to yours and you whimper as a shudder passes through you. But, his hands were still gripped to the sides of the table, knuckles white.
Were you so desperate for his touch that you had imagined it?
His eyes roam down your body again, lingering between your legs before sliding over to look at his conjured screen. Lines dance and numbers increase, but you didn’t know what any of it means.
Law snaps his attention back to you. “I’m here. Keep going- you’re doing such a good job.” Law straightens to his full height but stays standing there between your legs, looking down on you. His hands are clasped together in front of him, relaxed but at attention. “I’m going to keep watching you.” You whimper at the flutter in your lower tummy and a wet heat pours from your open body. Law angles his head back to look at it and you can’t stop yourself. You press your fingers to your clit and start to rub.
Eyes open now, they shamelessly stare at Law and you can't pull them away any more than you could pry your fingers off your clit. His dark hair falls across his forehead, sleeves rolled up his golden tattooed arms. His white coat complimenting his detached expression. But his eyes are dark, blown and glinting with the sheen of his power. Beneath his gaze you feel how small, how helpless, you are to him and your body responds. “Law…” you whimper his name while you rub yourself.
“You like to think about it, don’t you?” More an accusation than a question. “You like thinking about what happened to you here. When you touch yourself, you think about the way that I touched you.” He points towards your fingers still rolling over your clit as if to prove his point. You moan, but don't stop. “Don’t lie to your doctor.”
“You think about the way I touched you. The way I played with your little clit,” he leans over the table again, voice low and cruel, “the way I slid my fingers inside you and touched that precious little spot that made you squirt all over me.” Your eyes stay locked onto his as you rub faster. “You can’t do it, can you? You’ve tried. You just can’t fuck yourself as good as I can.”
“Law…” you whimper, feeling yourself rapidly approaching the ledge at his words.
“Gonna cum on my table again?”
He places a tattooed hand next to your head and leans his face in towards yours. “You want it to be me, right? You want me to fuck you.”
Your body convulses on the table as you cum, hips bucking into your fingers as your cunt clenches hard around nothing. Law doesn’t take his eyes from yours as you groan, fingers not slowing. Your other hand slips down and you plunge two fingers into yourself, pumping and curling. “Poor thing,” he mocks. “Just can’t reach it.” He brings his mouth to the curve of your ear, his breath warm as he whispers, “not like I can.”
“Law, please…” you whimper.
“Please touch me, please,” you beg him.
Law’s dark eyes slide over his shoulder to look back at your dancing screen before coming back to yours. “Be a good girl and finish your treatment. I need you to make yourself cum again.” He quirks a brow, “you can do that for me, can’t you?”
You nod, “I can- I can do it for you, Doctor…”
“Attagirl,” he growls. Licking his lips, he breathes deeply, inhaling the scent of your sex. You hear the sound of your fingers wetly pumping into yourself, hips grinding into your own touch. “Need you to cum again so we can go to phase two. You remember what happens then, right?” You pussy clenches, begging for a cock. “Have you decided,” he asks, voice thick and rasping, “who you want to fill you up?”
Tears prick at the corner of your eyes as your body desperately works itself into orgasm. “Want you- want you to do it, Law- please.”
He groans, satisfied at your answer. “Want your doctor to fuck you? Want me to put my cock inside you and touch your special spot?”
You groan, “yes, Doctor- want it. I want it, please.” Your back arches, a third finger slipping into yourself, clit rolling furiously. “I’ll cum, I will, I promise. I’m gonna-“
“Need you to cum so I can touch you,” he grounds out. Muscles poised to snap, teeth clenched, body trembling with the effort of not putting his hands on you. “Need to fucking touch you. Need you to fucking cum.”
You do. Tears spilling over, pussy clamping tight around your fingers. Law’s eyes snap to the display, watching the numbers rise. “That’s it, baby. There you go. C’mon…” a light flashes on the screen and whatever it is, it’s all Law needed.
He grabs your ankles from the supports and throws them over his shoulders, pushing the band of his scrubs down. His tattooed cock springs free, thick and heavy- tip swollen with precum. He grabs your hips and pulls them down the table onto his cock, ripping your hands away from your body.
He sinks his cock deep with one powerful thrust into your still clenching cunt. The moan that rips from you is shameless. He tilts his head back with a groan that you feel vibrating into your core. He looks down at you as he starts pumping his hips, slowly leaning down into you, cock hitting deeper as he sinks. “This what you wanted? This what you’ve been thinking about- me sinking my cock into your needy little cunt?” You groan as he drops lower, folding your body as his cock starts touching someplace so deep inside you.
“Yes,” you confess, “wanted you so bad, Law.” Warm tears roll over your cheeks from the new sensation driving pleasure into you in a way you never felt before.
His warm fingers pass over your cheeks, smearing your tears, “shhh. I wasn’t going to let it be anyone else,” he admits lowly, rocking his hips into yours. Your breath hitches as you try to process his confession. He presses a kiss to the base of your ear, teeth nipping as he growls, “you have no idea how badly I wanted to do this last time.”
Your cunt responds, tightening around him and he angles himself slightly so his cockhead rubs back and forth over that delicate spot inside you with every rock of his body. His big hand slides between your bodies, expert fingers finding your clit. With every rotation, he increases the pressure until you can feel him touching you everywhere. Your head tilts back as you moan, his movements syncing as he rubs you from the inside out.
“Right here, this is where you like it,” he says, so sure of the way he’s making you feel. “I know it feels so good, you keep squeezing my cock so perfectly. Such a good girl. Such a good patient- letting your doctor use you like this.” Your arms reach up, wrapping around his neck, fingers tangling into his hair. He groans, “that’s it, just grab onto me.” A hand slides down his strong back, seeking purchase in a fist full of his white coat. Your legs begin to tremble. “You feel that? Feel the pressure? It’s gonna happen, baby, you’re gonna squirt on me.”
His pace picks up, breaths huffing as he uses a fraction of his power to keep himself going- just long enough so he can cum with you. His balls were near bursting. If he hadn’t intentionally held himself back, he would have cum the moment he suck into your wet, hot cunt- so much better than he ever imaged. But he was saving it, was going to flood you the moment that dam broke.
You can barely move your hips in this position, but you try. Law’s pace never falters, only increases steadily- harder, faster, as he builds the swell inside you. That feeling you’d been chasing since he last touched you. “Law…”
“Let go. Let it happen.” Your fingers grip tighter in his hair, he can feel the press of your nails through his coat. “Cum on me, baby. Cum on my cock. I’m gonna fill you up so fucking good. Let me feel it- need to feel it again. Need to feel you.” Law’s own steady words were shattering as he approaches the edge.
His cock twitches hard inside you, drumming against your sweet spot and that was enough to send you over the edge. You cum, cunt squeezing Law’s cock and release rushing out hot and fast, completely drenching you both.
Law buries his face in the crook of your neck as he groans, pumping his hips and cumming deep inside you. You feel it shooting thick and hot and deep. It adds to the delicious pressure inside your body, swelling you as he keeps humping- keeps brushing his cockhead against your spot, soaking fingers still grinding into your clit. With every pump, strands of Law’s cum is forced out of you, but there was still so much, spurting deep against your walls with every violent thrash of his cock.
When it finally stills, Law slows his hips and his fingers. He kisses your neck before pulling back, looking down where your bodies are still joined. There's a slight swell to your pubic mound where you're filled with his cum. He rubs his hand over it and your body jerks, little moan passing your lips, the pressure making your body deliciously more sensitive.
Your face is dazed, eyes still lidded and glazed as you look up at him. He brings his hand to your face, thumb dragging over your plump bottom lip. Thoughtlessly, you press your lips to him, kissing the pad of his thumb like its instinctual- like it’s natural, like it’s right- and Law’s heart flips. He pushes your hair gently back from your face and your glistening eyes look at him so open and vulnerable. “Law…”
He felt the twinge of your doubt try to awaken. “You did so good, baby.” There’s hope in your eyes when you look at him, fueled by his gentle reassurances. His knuckles trail softly down your cheek. “That’s my good girl.”
Your heart flutters, breath hitching as he calls you his. With the way he looks at you now, the way he’s touching you, you almost believe he means it. That the words could keep their weight outside this room- outside this moment. And you realize how badly you want them to.
“I’m going to set you down now,” he says and your heart drops at the thought of losing his closeness- of leaving this moment.
He places a kiss to the inside of your knee, “shhh,” he coos, gently sliding your legs from his shoulders, letting them settle heavy on either side of him against the table. “I’m gonna pull out of you now,” he says, getting a small whine in return. You reach for him and he grabs on, gathering the searching fingers of both your hands in one of his. The other he places on your hip, rubbing soothing circles as he slowly pulls his cock from you.
“A-ah-“ you breathe as you feel his cum start to pour out of your body, reducing the pressure. With every inch, more spills, drenching both of your thigh, soaking the table below- dripping down towards the floor. Law sighs deeply as he pulls out to the cockhead. He brushes his fingers over yours as he separates from you with a small pop, making room for the mixture of your fluids to drain from your body.
Law slides his hands under your shoulders and sits you up. Without thinking, you press your face to the hard plane of his stomach through his scrubs. His hands run soothingly over your head. “Law…” your voice quivers, heart swirling with things you don’t know how- or if you’re even allowed- to say. All your feelings pour into the shape of his name.
Law bends to wrap his arms around you before hoisting you up, one strong arm supporting you from underneath, the other wrapped around your middle. Your face falls into the crook of his shoulder as you lean heavily against him.
You tense in Law’s arms, clinging tighter to him as he moves you both through space to somewhere else. Somewhere warmer, lights comfortably dim in the private bath. He sets you down softly before kneeling wordlessly before you. Gently, he spreads your pliable thighs and you suck a breath as you feel the warm, wet drag of a soft rag against your skin.
You watch as Law focuses on his task, brows furrowed in more concentration than it really required. You say nothing, not willing to move as if it would break the spell of this tender moment. You sigh contentedly, letting your head fall back against the wall, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of Law’s hands washing over you.
When he finished, you expect him to break the silence, but instead he stands, pulling you with him. You open your mouth as if to speak and he quickly places his thumb over your lips. You close them around the pad of his finger and he hums pleasantly before pulling away.
Eyes still on you, he shrugs off his white coat, letting it hit the floor. Slowly, he lifts his shirt, letting it drag up the carved planes of his painted body, before adding it to the pile. He stands there, letting your eyes roam over him with flushed cheeks.
His eyes were glued to your face, watching the way you look at him, his body responding proudly. He rolls his pants down his powerful thighs and your eyes map the lines of his tattoos that extend to places you never knew before.
He steps towards you and out of the rest of his clothes. Heat radiates off his naked body as he reaches around you and tugs the strings that held your thin gown together. It easily slides off your frame to the floor and you gasp, arms coming up to cover yourself. His hands slide up your arms and pries them away from your chest, revealing your breasts to him- still heavy from your arousal- nipples peaked.
Law suddenly bends and picks you up bridal style, holding you close as he crosses the room to a large tub, clouded in steam. He steps in and settles down, with you between his knees. He lounges back, pulling you against his chest.
You settle comfortably, breathing deep as your back presses against his strong chest. His hands cup the water, dripping it over your shoulders just to watch it slide down your skin.
“Stay here tonight,” his low voice rumbles through his chest, vibrating up your spine.
Your heart flips and you swallow, his fingers still gently flowing over your shoulders and dripping water down your neck. “Law…”
His hands stop. “If you want,” he adds, completely still.
You turn slightly to look up at him and he looks back. There’s a crease between his brow but the corners of his eyes are softer than you’ve ever seen them. “Is… is this part of the…”
He huffs a laugh and shakes his head, fingers trailing across your jaw. “No, baby.”
Nervously, you lick your lips and avert your eyes, cheeks reddening as you ask, “the things you said… during…”
Law’s fingers gently wrap around your chin and pulls your focus back up to him, holding your gaze. “They were true.” The shaky breath you draw and the way your eyes start to glisten squeeze his heart. “Come here…” he pulls you into him, bringing your head to rest against his chest, wrapping you up close to his heart. He places a kiss to the crown of your head and sighs, breathing you in.
“I’ll stay…” His body tenses, bracing to discover that he misheard you. “I’ll stay here tonight.” His body relaxes and he pulls you in tighter, burying his face in your soft hair.
“That’s my girl,” he says, voice low and content.
You turn, burying your face into his chest and you stay there for a few minutes, quietly wrapped up in each other, the weight of something both familiar and new settling between you.
At some point, you break the silence. “Law…”
“The procedure…” you look up at him, capturing his attention. His finger traces over the worried crinkle of your nose, “my chemicals…”
A smile blooms across his face and his shoulders shake with a low laugh, “they’re fine, baby.”
A sweet pout pulls at the corners of your lips, “did you even actually check them?”
“Of course, I’m still your Doctor.”
“So they’re really okay?”
Law settles deeper into the tub, pulling you further atop him. “Mhm. Healthy,” he drags his thumb over your bottom lip, “just needy.” There’s a flutter inside you as heat spreads across your face. Law grins like he knows it. “You just need to be a good girl and take your medicine.”
He leans forward, the stubble of his jaw sliding over your cheek as he speaks low in your ear. “A real special kind of medicine,” his hands slide down to cup your breasts, “administered as needed,” his teeth nip at your ear, “by a medical professional.”
Your voice is breathy, “I think I know a doctor who can help with that…”
Law wraps his arms around your body and gives you another dose.
Part One: The Exam
Part Two: Crossing the Line (Law POV)
