May I request smutty law/reader? Perhaps a marriage of convince that finally flourished
How romantic
trafalgar law x reader
contents: ok so they’re not technically married, but they might as well be, they fuck in the captain’s quarters, no pre-established relationship – reader has a vagina, but isn’t otherwise gendered
warnings: smut, MDNI, mention of marriage, this is overall quite fluffy with a lot of romance
a/n: i’m so sorry for the wait!!!! writer’s block got me good, but i’ve been getting more motivated to write recently, so i hope it stays like that. probably the most romantic thing i've written for law lol. thank you so so much for the request and the endless patience, have fun reading, i hope you enjoy!!! <3
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It’s quiet on the submarine.
Not in an eerie, abandoned sort of way.
A silence you’ve come to associate with home.
With most of the crew turned in for the night, the constant thrumming of footfalls in the hallways is reduced to the occasional muffled steps of those few remaining on night watch.
And it’s in moments like this one, when the very fabric of life feels so inextricably tangled with the cold night rushing past the porthole window, that the Polar Tang seems to have a life of its own, even without the cyclical motions of daily routine to cover it. The hum emanating from deep within the vessel’s belly ripples through its walls like a pulse, the steady beeping of the radar accompanying it like a heartbeat.
It's comforting in a very primal way that’s hard to explain, but impossible not to recognize. Yet despite the tiredness settling into your very bones, sleep won’t come to the two people lying in the captain’s quarters of the Polar Tang.
It’s his breath that gives him away. He’s clearly thinking hard. Even with his back turned, you can read Law like a book.
How long have you been in this alliance now? You’ve stopped keeping track of the days in favour of counting in weeks. A count that will soon bleed into months, as you’re steadily approaching a year.
Months spent away from your crew, forced to depend on the help of your allies to evade capture. It’s hard, but it works. In all the time you’ve been here, no news about your crew had reached you. And in this line of work, no news means good news.
“You’re thinking too much.”
Law’s words snap you out of your thoughts. You were certain that you’d been more convincing in pretending to sleep.
“Huh?”
“I can hear your brain rattling around from over here.”
You huff out a chuckle. “That’s the engine.”
He acknowledges your joke with a grumble, but there’s a trace of humour between the normal layers of exasperation.
There used to be a tension between you two. And to be fair, it was incredibly awkward at first, having to pretend to be married. But it was the best strategy at the time. The marines had found you against all odds, forcing both crews to leave, and their captains to blend in on a small island. And, after all, what’s more unassuming than a couple simply staying at a hotel for a night?
It had worked, the heart pirates able to slip out of the shrouded ocean depths for a few moments to bring you two on board. That’s the advantage of having a ship that can go underwater, you suppose, making a mental note to look into submarines next time you get the chance.
“Seriously, go to sleep.”
The fact that Law is so attractive doesn’t make it easier to be nonchalant about it.
“I’m trying,” you mumble back.
The sheets rustle as you move closer to him. Law’s never as warm as you expect him to be. He tells you it’s a remaining side-effect of amber lead disease. You think it’s because he doesn’t eat enough. Still, it feels nice to be close, despite his icy feet.
He doesn’t protest when you put an arm over his waist. He used to tense up from just having to sleep under the same blanket as you. But there was no free bed on the entire Polar Tang, and since his is the only one big enough for two, the solution was obvious.
“Try harder.”
“You try harder. If it’s so easy, just go to sleep.”
He takes a moment to respond. You let yourself melt into him, face pressed somewhere between his shoulder blades, the tops of your thighs against the backs of his.
“Can’t. ‘M thinking, too.” The vibrations of Law’s voice tickle your cheek.
“Let’s both stop thinking, then,” you say with a humourless chuckle.
More silence. Then, “Turn around.”
“What?”
But Law’s already rolling over, impatiently motioning for you to do the same. You’re surprised, although the action is more than welcome, and you turn on your other side, letting him slide one arm under your neck and the other around your front.
Silence falls in the room again. Law’s breath ghosts over your ear, his lungs moving against your back with every inhale. And when he sighs, you feel the rumble of his chest pull at something between your legs.
Despite the tiredness, there’s now a new sensation spreading through you, a prickle of arousal radiating from your abdomen. You rub your thighs together, hoping he won’t notice, but it doesn’t really matter, because Law starts running his thumb over your nipple. It only amplifies the feeling, instinct making you reach back to grab his thigh.
“Law… what are you doing?”
“Hm? Helping us sleep. What does it look like?” His voice is gruff from exhaustion.
Law is hard to read. Reserved to the point of being shy. So, you never expected a move like this. Not that you’re complaining.
“This is your idea of sleeping?” you tease, quietly letting out a breath at the sensation.
“Something like that.”
Like Law, you’ve long since gotten more comfortable with the whole situation, going to bed in nothing but a pair of underwear and a t-shirt. And Law’s insistent tug on them clears up whatever confusion you may have had about his intentions.
You remove the shirt – Law graciously moving his arm out of the way to give you space – but pause before exposing your lower half.
“You sure about this?”
“Yeah, why not?”
He sounds so nonchalant. But you know him; Law isn’t spontaneous like that.
“Hmm. You’re dumber than I thought.”
“I don’t do stuff I’m not sure about,” he grumbles, somewhere between impatient and amused. “Now take that off so we can tire ourselves out.”
You huff out a laugh, working the last piece of clothing down your legs without accidentally kicking him. “You make it sound so romantic.”
“My bad. I meant to make you blush.”
You don’t look at him. No reason to prove him right. The stickiness between your thighs speaks volumes already, and you hope he won’t tease you for it.
When you settle back against him a moment later, he’s quick to touch you again. His barely contained eagerness makes you smile, and you let yourself relax into the feeling of his hands roaming your body.
Judging by the distinct hardness pressing against your ass, you’re not the only one suddenly feeling a little heated.
You grip his thigh again, uttering a much too desperate sounding, “Please,” but he’s already moving.
“So impatient,” he quips, although there’s no real bite to it. Law seems very focused on something else, and you can’t blame him.
He tilts your hips so as to get better access to you, followed by the sensation of his cock pressing against your entrance. It feels bigger than you had expected, and it’s in that moment that it hits you that you haven’t seen him hard before.
Law slowly pushes into you, and you let out another breath when his tip breaches your walls. The position makes you tighter than usual, Law seemingly trying his best to be careful.
“Keep still.”
“I can’t.” You hadn’t even noticed that you started squirming. But Law has reached your g-spot now, and it feels so incredible that it’s hard not to.
You really need him to move, but Law has other plans. The groan he lets out is one of satisfaction as he stills inside you, face buried in your shoulder, fingers back to working your nipple.
It’s impossible to not grind back into him, chasing the friction he so rudely denies you. You can practically feel his jaw clench from the stimulation.
“Would you stop that? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me, I don’t care.”
“Don’t be stupid. Not even all the way in…”
“Huh, I thought maybe you were just not that big,” you tease, trying to rile him up. To make him do something, anything, since asking directly doesn’t work. But your mind is still catching up to what he just said.
“Fine, if it’ll shut you up…”
He gives you a few shallow thrusts, pulling back and pressing in again, the position making this a difficult task. Yet his rhythm is leisurely, slow. As if to test the waters. But you wouldn’t dream of complaining. The drag against your walls is intense. Addictingly so.
There’s a sort of intimacy in the air that is hard to pinpoint. And as you calm down from the initial excitement, you’re able to take in your surroundings again. It’s dark, warm, intimate.
Every press of Law’s cock against that soft spongy spot sends a tingle down your legs. A feeling so incomprehensibly euphoric that it makes you a little weak. And there’s only him in this world; only you. Only your bodies tangled under the warm sheets. Heavy breaths and rhythmic rustling the sole accompaniment to the ship’s whirring as it delves through the black ocean.
Your fingers are on your clit, rubbing it in little circles, trying to keep a consistent pace. It’s hard to focus with the feeling in your abdomen. The one that intensifies with every brutal thrust. Every stroke directly against your g-spot. Every intrusion stretching you to your limits.
“Law…”
“Hm?” his voice is strained, whether from the effort of pushing through your tightness or of holding himself back, is unclear. Maybe both.
“Feels… so intense.” None of what you’re saying is fully conscious.
His arms wrap around you tighter, burning with a heat you’ve never felt on him before. “Just let it happen, alright?”
“I’m close, please.” Hearing your own words makes you realize how true they are. Law has somehow managed to work you to the edge in record time.
That delicious sting is threatening to become unbearable, the pressure mounting, tendrils of it beginning to snake their way to your limbs. All it takes is another few strokes.
“Fuck, wait.” Law suddenly pulls out.
You barely have time to mourn the loss, because he plants a hand between your shoulder blades and pushes you down, chest buried in the plush mattress.
Climbing on top of your trembling form, still pinned under him, Law aligns himself with your entrance once more.
“Law, I was- ah!” The complaint is cut short when he forces himself past your entrance for a second time, bottoming out against your cervix in one measured but determined thrust. Much deeper than he was before. It fully hits you now that he meant it when he said that he wasn’t fully in. That he didn’t want to hurt you.
The heat you though lost comes rushing back into your body at full force as he works up a pace again. Along with it the realization that Law really has been going easy on you.
Law’s voice cuts through your whimpers, much steadier than yours despite his breathlessness. “This enough for you?”
You don’t dignify his question with a response. Not that you could, but that’s a different matter.
Law’s thrusts are heavy, not fast. Deep enough to knock the wind out of you through little effort on his part. From what you can tell in your current position, he seems to be savouring the moment rather than letting it consume him.
You’re cumming before you realize it.
The groan above you gives you an idea of how much you’re contracting around him, but you don’t care right now.
It’s heavenly. Euphoric. Law’s pace stretches out your orgasm, and all you can do is lie there and take it, one hand still desperately fiddling with your clit, the other somewhere by your head, gripping the bedsheets in a desperate attempt to stay somewhat sane.
It lasts longer than you had expected, but your orgasm still ends much too soon for your liking. Law doesn’t stop, though, and you know he must be cumming too from the way he’s twitching inside you. His second groan thins out into something suspiciously close to a whimper.
The drowsiness sets in while Law works himself through his own high, but you don’t stop him. Because despite the soreness already spreading through your limbs, it feels nice to simply have him inside you. To be able to contribute to his pleasure, to allow him to use your body in this way. And if you’re being honest, you’re dreading the moment he stops moving.
Luckily, he seems to be thinking along the same lines, because the thrusts don’t die down, even after he’s ridden out his own orgasm.
A couple of minutes pass like this, with Law rutting into you almost desperately, helping you both chase a feeling that’s already gone. Revelling in the simple, raw intimacy of skin against skin.
Your hands are resting limply by your head, lower lip between your teeth, the weird mix of relaxation and overstimulation making you want nothing more than to stay like this forever. But these few minutes are all you get, because Law is already softening inside you.
When he pulls out, a whine drags itself up your throat without your permission, but you can’t muster up the energy to stop it.
Law exhales through his nose sharply, a sound you assume comes from amusement, although you can never really tell.
“Get up, you can’t sleep like this.” His voice is back to normal, no trace of the hushed mischief from before, and the mattress dips when he moves to get out of bed.
“Hm. Thought that was the point,” you mumble into the pillow, but you know he heard it.
“The point was for us to sleep, not for you to get an infection,” he retorts, and you sense him moving closer. “I doubt a trip to the bathroom will undo that, come on.”
His hand is warm on your back, and you barely have time to note how unusual it is before letting out a yelp.
One moment, you’re unceremoniously flipped onto your back, the next, you’re clinging to his neck as he hauls you to the bathroom.
“Don’t be dramatic, I was just about to get up…” you mumble, a little sheepish from the disorientation, and trying hard not to look at his ruffled hair too much.
“Yeah, well unfortunately for both of us, I’m sort of your husband. So, I’d feel responsible if something happened.”
Law’s annoyed tone fires you up again, and you can’t stop yourself from bickering back. “You really are an asshole, you know that?” but there’s no anger behind it.
“Sounds like your problem more than mine,” Law deadpans as he lets your legs plop down onto the tiles. But his face isn’t as cold as you’d expect when he looks at you, and his eyes are heavy with something you’re too afraid to name as they roam your face, searching for an answer to the question he hasn’t even asked yet; “Should I help or leave?”
You look away, suddenly very embarrassed. “I suppose you can stay.”
Law lets out another huff, and you doubt he missed the redness on your cheeks. But his voice is low when he teases you again. “How romantic.”
Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked it! Sorry again for taking so long to update, life just has a way of happening, and suddenly that request you meant to write is 3 months old.
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ArrangedHusbandMinho! Who you’ve noticed never wears his wedding ring but you say nothing about it because he barely even acknowledges you in the first place.
ArrangedHusbandMinho! Who leaves before you wake up and is usually already in bed whenever you arrive home later than him.
ArrangedHusbandMinho! Who quietly drinks his morning coffee across from you every weekend while you read a book.
ArrangedHusbandMinho! Who manages to mutter something along the lines of ‘thank you’ when you drop off lunch for him at his office before asking his assistant when his next meeting is.
ArrangedHusbandMinho! Who is obviously indifferent to all your efforts of cultivating any sort of relationship with him, so you gradually begin to stop, leading you to unintentionally avoid him.
ArrangedHusbandMinho! Who a few nights later, stumbles through the front door, drunk out of his mind, with his best friends profusely apologizing as they lay him onto the couch.
ArrangedHusbandMinho! Who takes one good look at you before tears start streaming down his face, demanding to know why you have been avoiding him in the softest tone you have ever heard from him.
ArrangedHusbandMinho! Who falls silent upon hearing that you think he hates you.
ArrangedHusbandMinho! Who tells you he waits for you to come home before falling asleep because he can’t sleep otherwise, how he makes sure to take his time when drinking his coffee because he finds peace in watching you read, how he has to distract himself when you come into the office because he always feels his face turn warm from your acts of kindness.
ArrangedHusbandMinho! Who apologizes for being so indifferent towards you for it was the only way he could compose how he truly feels.
ArrangedHusbandMinho! Who tells you he loves you and is in love with you.
ArrangedHusbandMinho! Who passes out after his declaration of love and has you at a lost for words as you hover over him, hands still in the process of loosening his tie.
ArrangedHusbandMinho! Who leaves you in tears when you unbutton his dress shirt and see his wedding ring hanging from a chain around his neck.
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