Hi @soleilnomoon if you are still taking requests can I please request Law x female reader NSFW. With Law and reader having an intense passion night of sex before he leaves on punk hazard. Only to find out when he comes back on Zou that he has a son
heyyy ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ i am still taking requests, thx for asking! and yes, i can definitely write that; giving law all kinds of problems is my specialty <3
1.7k, fem reader, nsfw (18+, mdni); a lil angst, and a tiny bit of fluff if you believe hard enough. law is a menace when he's in the zone; feat. cute stuff like choking, rough sex, the usual~
with a hand around your neck, trafalgar law pins you to the wall, his long fingers wrapping around, squeezing until you’re gasping for air. after spending weeks in your village, he’s come to enjoy being with you, particularly because you indulge his whims more often than you should. it’s probably because his charm — the one he keeps hidden underneath layers of intense stoicism — is persuasive, luring you with ease. you’re not upset about it, though; on the contrary, you like how entangled you’ve become with him. almost like you can’t stomach being apart.
lips ghosting along the shell of your ear, his breath is warm and familiar, sending shivers down your back the moment his words leave his mouth.
“i like you like this the best.” it’s a confession steeped in lies, because he actually likes you the most when you’re writhing underneath him, calling out his name loud enough for your voice to carve itself deeply in his mind. his memory and imagination pale in comparison — on the few nights you’ve spent apart — and his hand doesn’t compare to yours, it doesn’t compare to your mouth, doesn’t compare to your tight cunt that seems to swallow him whole each and every time he sinks his cock inside you.
the way he’s holding you brings a small wave of arousal that washes over you, slithers down to your abdomen, stirring awake the deep ache that you carry whenever he’s not around. rubbing your thighs together is useless, you need him to stop teasing you so much — but knowing him, he might take his time ruining your life tonight. it’s a specialty of his that you’ve come to like. a lot. there’s something else he wants to tell you, but he refrains from doing so, instead busying himself with biting your earlobe, dragging his tongue down the length of your neck, the skin smooth and soft. you let out a soft whimper, but he doesn’t let up; when his mouth finally reaches yours, you kiss him recklessly, tongue slipping into his mouth.
your lips are a small piece of paradise he allows himself to enjoy without limits. with his free hand, he tugs up your dress, until it bunches around your waist, and you squirm around, moaning quietly into his mouth. you should feel embarrassed with how badly you want him to fuck you right there in the living room. at the very least, you could go to your bedroom, but you’re drunk off of him already and can’t think properly. law feels his cock stiffen behind his jeans, the denim irksome as it presses against him mercilessly. when you feel his erection, your hands immediately slip lower as you quickly unzip his jeans, pulling out his length with ease.
law kisses you urgently, as if he’s desperate to keep a piece of you for himself; and, little does he know, you’d willingly give that piece without him asking. it’s evident in how your hands work to stroke him slowly, the warmth that your hands bring makes him jerk his hips forward, his pre cum dripping onto your fingers and forcing a flush to creep onto his cheeks. he feels like a teenager, overcome with hormones and unable to keep his mind straight. your name falls out of his mouth in a soft whisper, your grip on his cock tightening as you twist your hands and pump faster.
seeing him moan against your lips, seeing him fall apart like this — it turns you on; he removes his hand from your neck, instead using it to tug on your panties roughly. you gasp as the flimsy fabric rips easily, his chuckles warm your skin when he kisses your jaw. words fail him as he takes his cock out of your hands and rubs the tip against your pussy; you wrap your leg around him, plush thigh pressing closely as he slides his thick cock inside of you. his name tumbles off of your lips the moment he pulls back and slams his hips against you.
the sensation is almost too much to bear so he takes pity and grabs your other leg so he can hold you up properly. thankfully the wall is sturdy enough, the forcefulness behind his thrusts makes you wonder if any of your furniture will be in tact by the time he’s done fucking you. none of that crosses his mind, though; pirates rarely consider destruction of property their business, and his main focus is burying his cock into the deepest part of your pussy, so you’ll never forget him once he leaves.
you exchange breathless kisses with him, his tongue caressing yours hotly, your legs squeezing tightly around his waist as he drives into your cunt brazenly, his moans mixed with yours, echoing loudly in the room. it should embarrass you how much you like the noises your pussy makes every time he pounds into you; it should embarrass you that he’s whispering filthy things against your lips and neck; it should embarrass you that you keep begging him to fuck you harder.
law fulfills that request with a gusto, sweat pooling at your temples as he kisses you again, hips snapping against yours roughly, a familiar tightness coiling around your lower abdomen, and you clench around him in warning. not wanting to be beat, he doesn’t let up on his brutal pace, your voice is hoarse from how loud you’re being, his grunts drown behind your loud moans. a flash of white clouds your vision as your eyes roll back, his fingers gripping your thighs tightly as he continues to hold you tightly. the orgasm is life-altering, and if law wasn’t as strong as he was, you’re sure the both of you would’ve fallen over by now.
he thrusts into you a few more times before cumming unexpectedly, thick ropes shooting into your pussy, dripping down onto your thighs when he finally pulls out of you. all the energy you had from earlier is completely gone, you go limp in his arms and despite his breath coming out in shallow pants, he remains steady — at least until you feel like you can stand again. the logical option would be for both of you to settle into bed and recuperate, but you do the complete opposite instead. as it’s his last night on the island, he vowed earlier to fuck you on every surface of your house, and he plans on keeping that promise no matter what. it’s a parting gift for you and him — a great one, in his opinion. you oblige because you believe it’s the only way to keep a part of him with you after he leaves.
his departure in the morning is quite abrupt, you were too tired to stop him from leaving, but you do vaguely remember him kissing you softly and scribbling something on a piece of paper — that he promptly left on your night stand. he finds it difficult to leave your side, but knows that his adventure has a time limit; while it was inevitable that he had to dock on your island for a few weeks, he knows that if he stays any longer, he won’t want to leave you.
and that is not something he has time to deal with.
so he leaves without saying goodbye properly, in the hopes that you’ll just bury him somewhere in your memories and move on. it’s not that easy for you to do that, and even though his note was brief and slightly impersonal, at the bottom of the page he left behind the number to the transponder snail in the polar tang. for emergencies, of course. you know better than to use the number frivolously — law is a notorious pirate, after all; and a warlord at that.
months pass by quickly and without remorse; he’s put in so much work, he’s barely had time to think about the fact that you haven’t called once. not that he expected you to — he did say it was for emergencies after all. still, a funny feeling settles over his chest, one that he continuously ignores. and when he does finally make it to zou, when he reunites with his crew and the polar tang, he finds that there is a singular note left on the large desk in his office. what he initially perceives as something irrelevant that one of his crew members left for him, turns out to be something else entirely.
it’s when he hurriedly dials the number, fingers trembling slightly, throat suddenly tight as the phone rings repeatedly. he almost hangs up when your sweet voice caresses him. you both chat lightly for a while, he’s in the middle of teasing you when you casually drop a piece of news that has him gripping the receiver tightly. his mind works on overdrive, robbing him of his speech.
when you call out his name, it takes him out of whatever trance he was in. “what? sorry, can you repeat that again?” because maybe he misheard you the first time. so you repeat it. three times actually, just in case he didn’t get it initially. his silence has you doubting your decision to tell him; you never dreamed of being pregnant at this stage of your life, but you can’t say that you’re disappointed. still, the fact that he isn’t saying anything makes you incredibly nervous. and the anxiety you thought would leave you alone comes back in full force, reminding you that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to tell him.
but, as fate would have it, law lets out a soft sigh, running a hand through his black hair, eyes closed as he considers things. “i won’t be able to come see you for some time,” he says, startling you out of your pity party. “but,” he pauses, biting his lip gently before continuing, “as soon as i’m done with things over here, i’ll come get you.” you don’t bother asking him to repeat himself, you know how he gets when you try to play stupid with him. but you really cannot contain your elation, and he can practically feel the smile through the phone. life continues to be one series of complications after the other, but law is even more determined now to make sure he can wrap up his business with kaido and the beast pirates so that he can see you again.
