You were near the bar with Ikkaku, laughing as she told you about Shachi getting swindled by a twelve-year-old earlier that afternoon.
“I wasn’t swindled,” Shachi shouted from the table.
“You paid two hundred berries for a rock,” Ikkaku called back.
“They said it was a local artifact!”
“It was a rock.”
You laughed into your cup.
A man beside you glanced over.
“You’ve got a nice laugh.”
You turned your head.
He was tall with a smile that had probably worked for him often enough to make him careless with it.
“Thanks,” you said politely.
He nodded toward your cup. “Can I buy the next one?”
“No, thank you.”
His smile did not fall. “Waiting for someone?”
You took another sip. “No.”
“Then one drink won’t hurt.”
At the table, something clicked.
A glass set down too hard.
“I said no,” you told him.
The man lifted both hands, still smiling. “Fair enough. Didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Good.”
He tilted his head. “Though if your friends are busy, I wouldn’t mind keeping you company.”
You felt the faint pull of Law’s power a half-second before it happened.
“Room.”
Your stomach dipped.
“Shambles.”
The tavern blurred.
You landed hard in someone’s lap.
A hand caught your hip.
A cup toppled.
Penguin yelped from the bar, now holding your drink.
You looked down.
Law looked up at you.
He had not moved from his chair. He sat exactly where he had been at the end of the table.
Except now you were sitting sideways across his lap.
His hand rested at your waist.
The entire Heart Pirate table went silent.
Then Shachi whispered, “Oh, this is bad.”
You stared at Law.
Law stared back.
Your heart slammed once, hard enough to annoy you.
“Captain,” you said.
“Yes?”
“Did you just Shambles me into your lap?”
Law looked past you toward the bar.
The man who had been talking to you was now standing beside Penguin.
“He was bothering you.”
“I had it handled.”
“I handled it faster.”
Your eyes narrowed. “That is not the point.”
“You landed safely.”
“In your lap.”
“It was the nearest open seat.”
“There are three open chairs.”
Across the table, Ikkaku pressed both hands over her mouth.
You could feel heat creeping up your neck.
Law’s face remained calm, but his fingers lightly traced up your side.
“You are unbelievable,” you said under your breath.
Law leaned back slightly, looking almost bored.
“You should be more aware of your surroundings.”
“My surroundings changed abruptly.”
Bepo made a faint distressed sound.
Shachi lost the battle and started laughing.
For one brief moment, something flickered across Law’s face.
Irritation, maybe.
Not with you.
With himself.
Law slowly removed his hand from your waist.
You stood, straightened your shirt, and picked up the drink Penguin had carried over with a wide, terrified grin.
“Thank you,” you told him.
Penguin nodded too quickly. “Of course.”
You looked back at Law.
He had gone back to his drink as if nothing had happened.
As if his ears were not slightly red beneath the brim of his hat.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
—————————————
After that, it became a problem.
Not a large problem.
Not a problem Law would admit existed.
But a problem.
If someone stood too close to you while helping unload cargo, Law would switch them with a crate.
If someone offered you a flower at a market, Law would switch the flower with a wrench.
If someone leaned in too close while asking for directions, you would suddenly find yourself six feet to the left, while Bepo appeared in your place looking deeply apologetic.
“I’m sorry,” Bepo would say to the stranger.
The stranger would blink.
Bepo would bow.
“I don’t know why I’m here either.”
The worst part was that Law never looked guilty.
Not once.
He always had an excuse.
“You were standing near an unstable stack of barrels.”
Or:
“That man was suspicious.”
Or:
“You were blocking my line of sight.”
You tried ignoring it.
The final straw came on a quiet evening three islands later.
The Polar Tang was docked for the night. Most of the crew had scattered, leaving you with a few others at an outdoor food stall.
Law was nearby, sitting at the far end of the stall.
You were listening to a local man who had been telling a genuinely funny story. You were laughing before you could stop yourself.
The man grinned at you.
“That smile. Been trying to get that all night.”
Oh no.
You felt it before you heard it.
That familiar pressure in the air.
The room forming.
You whipped your head toward Law.
“Don’t.”
Law’s fingers had already lifted.
His eyes met yours.
For one charged second, neither of you moved. Then his mouth flattened.
“Room.”
You pointed at him. “Trafalgar Law, I swear—”
“Shambles.”
The world snapped.
You landed behind the food stall with Law beside you.
Alone.
The noise of the others dulled behind the hanging canvas. The light barely reached here, leaving the two of you in a strip of shadow.
You stared at each other.
This time, there was no easy excuse.
Your pulse beat hard in your throat.
“You have got to stop doing that,” you said.
Law folded his arms. “He was flirting with you.”
You stepped closer. “And?”
“And,” he said slowly, “you were encouraging it.”
“I was laughing at a goat story.”
“He said he was trying to get your smile all night.”
“He did say that.”
Law’s jaw worked once.
You stared at him, heat rising in your chest now.
Not embarrassment this time. Not exactly anger either.
Something worse.
Something braver.
“You can’t keep doing this,” you said.
His eyes dropped to your mouth for half a second.
You stepped closer again.
“If it bothers you, say it bothers you.”
Law’s gaze lifted back to yours.
“It bothers me.”
The words came out flat.
Too controlled.
Law looked irritated the second he said it, as if the admission had escaped without permission.
You softened, but only a little.
“Why?”
His brows drew together. “You know why.”
“No,” you said. “I want to hear you say it.”
“That’s unnecessary.”
“You teleport me across rooms, Captain. I think we passed unnecessary three islands ago.”
Law looked away first.
“I don’t like watching them try,” he said.
Your heart thudded.
“Try what?”
His eyes came back to yours.
“To get your attention.”
Your voice lowered. “Why?”
His stare held yours.
“Because I want it.”
The sound from the street felt very far away.
You took one more step. “You have my attention.”
Law did not move. His eyes searched your face, looking for the trap.
“You’ve had it for a while.”
His arms unfolded slowly. “You should have said something,” he said.
Your laugh came out soft, breathless. “You first.”
Law’s mouth closed.
“You have been swapping people with crates instead of admitting you’re jealous.”
“I was not jealous.”
You gave him a look.
Then he said, lower, “Fine.”
Your stomach flipped.
“Fine?”
His hand lifted.
This time, there was no blue glow.
Just his fingers brushing your wrist.
“Jealous,” he said.
The word was quiet. Rough around the edges.
It did something terrible to you.
His fingers circled your wrist, but he did not pull.
For once, he waited.
So you stepped into him, grabbed the front of his hoodie, and dragged him down the last few inches yourself.
Law met you halfway.
The kiss hit hard.
For half a second, he did not move.
Then he kissed you back.
His hand slid from your wrist to your palm, then between your fingers, pressing your joined hands against the stacked crates beside your shoulder. His lips moved over yours carefully at first.
You kissed him harder.
Law groaned. He lifted your chin higher with the pressure of the kiss, changing the angle.
His tongue slid against yours, slow at first, then firmer when you answered him.
He stepped closer.
Your other hand rose to the side of his face, brushing the edge of his hat. The brim shifted. Law caught it without breaking the kiss and pulled it off, setting it blindly on one of the crates beside you.
Heat rushed through you.
You caught his lower lip between yours and tugged lightly.
Law froze.
Then he made a quiet sound against your mouth, and his hand pressed more firmly against the back of your neck.
Someone nearby called your name.
Both of you froze.
Law’s forehead lowered until it almost touched yours.
Penguin’s voice followed. “Captain? Are you back there?”
Law closed his eyes.
You bit your lip.
His hand was still at your waist. Yours were still curled in his hoodie.
Penguin’s footsteps came closer.
“Captain?”
Law exhaled through his nose.
You slapped a hand over your mouth to smother the laugh.
His eyes opened, narrowed on you, but there was no real bite in it.
The canvas shifted.
You both turned your heads.
Penguin pushed it aside, took one look at you tucked close to Law with his hat off, and went completely blank.
Then he lowered the canvas again.
From the other side, he said loudly, “Didn’t find them.”
Shachi’s voice answered, “You absolutely found them.”
First, I just wanna say HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 🎂🎊❤️ Second, I would like to request for your birthday event a Law🩺 x fem reader with the prompt, "What if I kissed you right now? Would you stop me?". Add as much smut as you want please 😜🫠🫣 (Also maybe for a birthday present for me too since it will be soon😁)
I'm soooo, so sorry this didn't come out in time of your birthday! 😭 I started it in time, but then didn't get to finish it. I set myself to finish this today, so here it is. I do hope you enjoy this one, I had fun with it! 😏
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Word Count: 3851
Tags: fem!reader; first time; vaginal sex; fingering; inexperienced!Law; virgin!Law
Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.
Summary: You showed your captain your intent to kiss him, but instead of kissing you back, he fled. Resigning yourself to a rejection hurt, but what if his reaction had nothing to do with rejection, and all to do with inexperience?
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Divider by @cafekitsune
It had become sort of a ritual between the two of you. Law read while sitting at his desk - medical journals, scientific papers, or comic books - and you sat on a little couch in the corner of his office, out of his way, but still near him. A book in hand and a focused expression on your face - whether it was romance, adventure, horror or, sometimes, even one of Law’s precious medical books.
More often than not, the focused expression was only on your face because you were trying so hard not to get lost in your captain’s presence. Even just by sitting still, he commanded the room. He didn’t have to speak to own every silence, nor did he have to be watchful to own every shadow. This room was his, you were merely in it.
And that was extremely fascinating to you.
There had been times when you were bolder with your attention, actively closing the book you were perusing and just staring at him, deadpan. But he would never acknowledge you, even when you were sure he knew exactly what you were up to.
You didn’t care. You were too lost in the way his lips dipped with focus, or how his long, slim fingers intertwined when he was reviewing a passage. The way he deepened his frown when something was amiss, or how his eyebrows relaxed when something made sense. The way he ran his fingers through his hair or absentmindedly twirled his hat on his index finger.
You were fascinated. He was fascinating.
And you were at the tipping point. You needed this man, badly.
You had tried subtle ways of showing him you were interested: touching his arm, twirling your hair, giggling at everything he said - that had been a fun week! When Law decided to run a full check-up to figure out what the hell was wrong with you, you stopped your subtle efforts. Maybe you needed to be a bit more blunt. So you then tried to actively use lame pick-up lines and telling him outright how interested you were. All of it flew past his head and, instead, was picked up by Penguin and Shachi, who decided to make fun of you for it - that had been another fun week!
If you were anybody else, you would have given up by now, clearly getting the hint that he wasn’t interested in anything romantic. But you were stubborn to a fault, and the fact that your captain hadn’t fully rejected you was the deciding factor for your next move. Because if he didn’t have feelings for you, he wouldn’t put up with your presence in his office, right? He would’ve ‘shambles-ed’ you out of there in the blink of an eye.
So, this was a do-or-die situation. You were going all in.
The lights were always dimmed in his office, except for two lamps - one by your side, the other by his desk - so the ambiance was already intimate. You had put on some revealing clothes, making full use of your free time to shed the boiler suit since you weren’t ‘on the clock’, and you had downed an entire cup of chamomile tea for the nerves. This was happening.
Other than a slightly longer glance your way when you asked if you could join him - as you always did - Law didn’t show any signs of being hot and bothered by your skimpy choice of clothes. This was already a bust.
Huffing, you didn’t even sit on the couch. You took small steps towards his desk while slowly counting to ten in your head to keep your cool. Law’s brow rose as he saw you approach, but his eyes swiftly returned to his book. Two more steps, and you were by his side.
“Captain.” You murmured, trying to sound alluring and cursing at the wicked croak that left your lips.
Law lifted his gaze and turned his chair slightly to the side, so you used the opportunity to lean on his desk. He tilted his head, clearly curious as to what you were doing. You then leaned forward, lips inches away from his, and the strong scent of disinfectant and pine soothed you. It was his scent. “What if I kissed you right now? Would you stop me?” This time, your words came out in a sultry whisper, your breath kissing his lips in a soft promise.
Law locked eyes with you, something dark passing through them, and your breath hitched as he raised his hand to eye level. You prepared yourself for the surge of shock when he pressed his lips against yours, his hand already near your cheek… then he opened his lips and…
“Room. Shambles.”
And with a soft plop, you were sitting in your bed. No Law, no kiss, no confession, just you, in a time-out.
“What the fuck?”
-*-
You’d had half a mind to stomp into his office and let him know that what he had done was not acceptable, but you had let it slide. That was almost a week ago, and you still hadn’t spoken to Law since.
When you went by his office, he wasn’t there; when you went by the sick bay, he had just left; it seemed that every time you tried to enter a room he was in, he was suddenly gone. Almost as if he could disappear in the blink of an eye. Which he did. So you knew he was avoiding you.
At first, you felt slighted. A simmering rage burning beneath the surface since you had, after all, put all of your effort into seducing him, only to make a fool of yourself. You deserved an explanation!
But as time went by and he didn’t even make his presence known to you, your anger slowly turned into hurt and then to sorrow. It was bad enough that whatever you felt for Law wasn’t reciprocated, but it was even worse that he didn’t even want to see you to clear the air.
That was what stung the most.
So, you stopped trying. You stopped looking for him or trying to find him. You’d gotten the message loud and clear: Law wasn’t interested.
But what was even worse than that was that you actually missed his company. Even if he was silent most of the time.
-*-
You still read, but now you were doing it in your own room, actually reading and understanding the words on the pages in front of you instead of being unfocused and lost in your captain.
It was all so lonely.
Tonight, you were reading a boring medical journal. It reminded you of Law, so you even started to mutter some of the words in the book because that’s what he did sometimes when he was trying to memorise or grasp something, and it felt familiar. You were lying on your belly, the book held in front of your face as you leaned on your elbows, wearing the most bored and sad-puppy expression.
Until a familiar blue light enveloped you and, with a light tug on your stomach, you fell face-first - or book-first? - into your captain’s lap.
“Fuck!” He exclaimed as you scurried up, trying to sit, still dazed at what had just happened.
“Captain?”
“I thought you were sitting down! I didn’t expect you to fall on me.”
“What?”
His ears and face were red as he helped you sit. Then, you took a look around and gasped. You had never been here before, this was his room.
“Is that a medical journal?” He had calmed down a bit and pointed at the book in your hands. Now, it was your time to blush.
“Yes.” You mumbled between your teeth. “Why am I here?” You huffed in exasperation. As much as you wanted to reconnect with Law, the feeling of rejection was still very fresh and aching against your chest.
“I… I brought you here.”
You stared at him, deadpan. Was he being serious or making a joke? With Law, it was hard to tell sometimes. But you didn’t say anything, and he continued with a bit more bravado this time.
“I brought you here to apologise for my behaviour this past week.”
Crossing your arms over your chest, you raised your chin, trying to prove that you were unbothered by the situation. “Go on,” you urged.
“I was scared.”
“What?”
The great Surgeon of Death? Scared of you? Was he making up excuses? Did he not think you were strong enough to handle rejection?
“I–I like you! And… I’ve never…” Law blushed deeply, a crimson red hue spreading adorably from his nose to his cheeks and up to his ears. You held your breath as your lips parted in a surprised ‘o’.
“Kissed someone?” You coaxed softly.
Law sighed profoundly, his hand running over his face before he closed his eyes and decided to just spill it. “Not that. I’ve kissed people. I just never had intercourse and… well… you… I… damn it! I want to! With you!”
He seemed so awkwardly embarrassed by the whole situation that you did your best to suppress the sweet smile that threatened to escape your lips. He hadn’t rejected you because he didn’t care, he rejected you especially because he cared.
Tilting your head to the side you forced him to look into your eyes as you reached for his hand, tentatively entwining your fingers with his lithe ones, all previous anger forgotten after his sudden confession. “It’s okay, Captain. We don’t have to do anything.”
Law stared at your intertwined hands for a moment, and when his amber gaze returned to you, it was dark with desire. “But I want to do everything.” Your breath hitched as the grip of his hand increased. He tugged softly, pulling your body towards his, and you didn’t resist.
His lips hovered near yours, but you didn’t press them together like you wanted to, you were giving Law time for him to do this his own way. “What was it you said? What if I kissed you right now, would you stop me?”
Law’s raspy voice sent tingles down your spine, gathering indecently in your core. You leaned in closer, lips brushing ever so slightly with his while you shook your head. “Not only would I not stop you,” you placed your free hand on Law’s thigh, and he sucked in a breath. “I would also indulge you.”
With an unrestrained groan, Law used his free hand to cup your nape and pull you against his lips. His kiss did not seem inexperienced at all. Law pressed firmly, first, freeing the hand that was entwined with yours and placing it on your waist, bringing your body closer to his. Then he parted his lips and licked your lower one tentatively, asking permission to enter.
With a wanton moan, you melted into his embrace and into his kiss, lips parting and tongues meeting in a wet, messy dance.
It wasn’t enough.
Law pulled you even closer, so you straddled him, your knees supported against the mattress as your core frictioned against his length. With a gasp, you pulled back, neck arching as a ripple of pleasure coursed through you.
You felt Law hesitate for a fraction of a second, but then he moved, pressing his lips against your throat and laying open-mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. “Is this okay?” He questioned, a slight - barely there - tremble in his voice.
“Yes!” You breathed, your hand climbing to grip his hair as you threaded your fingers through its silkiness, something you’d been meaning to do for a while and never could. Law pulled you in for another kiss and you guided his hand below your shirt - you needed to feel him touch you.
His kiss faltered for the briefest of seconds before his hand climbed, and he cupped your breast. You rolled your hips against his, feeling his hard cock rub against your clit, robbing another shameless moan from your occupied lips.
Law parted the kiss with a heavy pant. “Fuck.” His hand found your nipple and he teased it very softly while his other hand rested on your thigh.
“Wait.” You murmured, and when he looked at you with panic in his eyes, you regretted your poor choice of words. “Just let me get this out of the way. Don’t stop what you’re doing.” Then you removed your pyjamas shirt, baring your upper body to him.
Law gulped, and his jaw clenched as his eyes devoured you.
“Like what you see, Captain?” You teased, trying to ease some tension so he could enjoy the experience and not be so focused on what he was doing right or wrong. When he nodded, you guided your hand to your free breast, your eyes never leaving his as he followed your movements. “Like this.” Then you showed him, rolling your nipple with your thumb and index finger, pinching slightly.
Law mimicked your movements with his hand, and you bit back a satisfied groan. You removed your hand from your breast so you could gain some grounding, placing them on the mattress and arching your back, rolling your hips again to feel the sweet friction.
He hesitated. You watched his calculating eyes consider possibilities before he leaned in and took your free nipple on his tongue. Your breathing became heavy as he sucked and nibbled, clearly enjoying the experience.
He stopped his ministrations to stare at you, and for the first time, he looked unguarded, relaxed, even though he was visibly anxious, it was more in anticipation, than in fear. “The books explained women’s pleasure, but nothing compares to the real thing.”
You looked at him through lidded eyes, feeling your core throb incessantly. “Books?”
Law grinned, then wrapped one arm around your waist and flipped you, so your back was against the bed. “I’ve been doing research this past week.” Research? On sex? You had to suppress a chortle, your captain never did anything by half. “Let me see if I assimilated the subject thoroughly.”
With shaky hands, Law removed the bottoms of your pyjamas and your panties, all the while cursing between his teeth. Then his big hands pressed on your thighs and he looked into your eyes, waiting for permission. You nodded, and he urged you to open your legs, which you happily did.
He became transfixed for a moment, watching your pussy leaking with desire until you spoke. “Captain! Are you just going to stare? Let me guide you.” You leaned on your elbows, ready to explain to him how to pleasure you so you could take him.
He smiled at you and shook his head softly. Then he removed his shirt and you gasped at his tattoos. You’d seen them, he was never shy about displaying them. But actually watching them right in front of your nose had your breath hitching again. When Law removed his spotted jeans, you couldn’t help but stare at the bulge in his briefs.
“Like what you see, sweetheart?” He mimicked your words, and you giggled. Then, he positioned himself between your legs, his hands climbing your thighs until they hovered over your pussy.
With shaky hands, Law ran two of his fingers through your slickened folds, a sharp exhale leaving his lips as he observed you with clinical precision. He parted them and gulped. “Your clitoris. It has more than eight thousand nerve endings.” You arched your back, waiting for his touch, but he was still analysing and you were already burning up. “And it’s not just external.” Law splayed his hand on your lower abdomen, almost as if he could see what was underneath without the use of his Devil Fruit.
Your breathing accelerated, and he continued. “Stimulation to the glans clitoris,” he used one finger to circle your nub tentatively, “activates the nerves, sending signals through the pudendal nerve straight to your brain.” He repeated the motion with his finger, and you moaned, throwing your head back. “Pleasurable signals.”
Clearly motivated by your reaction, Law alternated his gaze from your eyes to your core. “It’s sensitive to different kinds of stimuli, like friction,” Law rubbed your clit for a moment, and you bit your lower lip, hands gripping the sheets, “and pressure,” his fingers pressed harder while he changed the pace and direction, and you nearly lost it, pleasure already cresting, ready to snap. “If I stimulate it correctly, it should trigger deep pelvic contractions. Your heart rate increases, your pupils dilate, and pleasure will course through your body - an orgasm.”
“I–I’m coming, L–Law!” You cried out his name in abandon, arching your back and fisting the sheets. Law’s ‘lesson’ and his touch brought your climax out of nowhere, crashing unannounced with waves and waves of bliss.
Law seemed fascinated by your reaction, the faint blush still remained on his cheeks. As you recovered from your orgasm, your eyes opening slightly, you saw him grinning. “Fascinating.”
“Are you going to quiz me afterwards?” You teased, and he laughed.
“Maybe.” Then he leaned over your body and kissed you deeply, slotting himself in the middle of your legs while you let your hand explore his chest and abs. When your fingers reached the hem of his briefs, you pulled apart, looking into his eyes.
“You want to do this?” Law nodded, and you felt another slight shake of his hands. You helped him pull down his briefs, his lengthy cock springing free from its confines. Then you reached, touching him gently so he could understand how it felt to be touched by another person.
His breathing became ragged, and his eyes darkened further. So he lined his tip with your entrance and exhaled another shaky breath. “The muscular tissue in your vaginal canal is designed to expand for penetration.” Law gulped, swallowing hard and preparing himself for what was about to happen.
“After an orgasm, and because of our intense foreplay, you should be lubricated enough to accommodate me.” As if to prove a point, Law inserted two digits inside your hole, collecting slick and making you gasp. “It should facilitate–”
“Law, stop talking and start fucking me.” You breathed out, exasperated with all the teasing he was unwillingly causing you.
Law’s grin was barely there, but he nodded and pressed the tip of his cock against your glistening hole. Never averting your gaze, he pressed forward, letting out a rumbling groan, his brows scrunching up as his mouth parted slightly. “Fuck.”
His hands gripped your hips hard, as if that action alone could ground him to earth. “I–If I recall correctly - fuck - it’s beneficial if I move slowly at first.”
You arched into him, a pleasurable moan leaving your lips, chased by a mirthful chuckle. “Trafalgar Law, you have got to be the only man who gives an anatomy lesson while losing his virginity.”
He groaned in agreement while slowly pulling out of you, then he watched in amazement as by rolling his hips, his length sank further into you. Lost in pleasure, you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him deeper and clenching all around him.
Law gasped, his hands trembling slightly as he lowered his forehead, letting it touch yours. His breath came out in heavy pants. “Try not to do that again, sweetheart, unless you want to end this prematurely.”
Your heart swelled as you used your hands to push some strands of hair away from his eyes, feeling the sweat on his damp forehead.
“Law. Just enjoy it. Don’t overthink it.” You cupped his face so he could stare at you. “You’re supposed to feel it with your body, not analyse every step. Okay?”
He nodded, his gaze still focused on you. His hands slithered from your hips to your waist, pressing harder as he kept nodding. “Just feel it. Okay, I can do that.”
And he did. He rocked back again, then thrust slowly into you. Law bit hard into his lower lip, brows scrunching in deep concentration. The slow pace was driving you insane, but you didn’t want to demand more, you wanted him to explore the feeling at his own pace.
“Fuck, shit. You’re so warm and tight… fuck!” He panted hard, repeating the rolling motion as his hands gripped you harder. “Your pelvic floor is contracting, reacting to the stimulation and–”
“Yes, Captain! That’s what happens when a woman is aroused.” You grinned when he stared back into your eyes. “And you’re driving me insane.”
“The books didn’t– fuck…” He stopped his reasoning midway, taking a deep breath and finally thrusting a little harder, and a little faster. Your body responded immediately to that with a heavy moan. Law’s head fell forward as he nuzzled it against the crook of your neck, his voice coming out muffled. “I don’t think I can last much longer…”
You felt him slowing down again, clearly trying to make it last so he could pull an orgasm from you.
“Then don’t, Law. Let go.” You breathed into his ear, legs wrapping tightly around him to give him the confidence to finish it.
But he was still letting his mind take over, clearly reviewing every book he had ever read, trying to find ways to last longer or to prolong your pleasure. So you rolled your hips against his, making sure he thrust deeper and harder, pulling him with your legs against you, trying to make him get lost in the feeling.
“Fuck! Don’t do that unless you want–”
“To make you come? Desperately.” You teased with a slight chuckle. “Let go, Law. Just feel me.” You urged, tangling your fingers through his hair, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. He pulled back enough to stare into your eyes, and then something snapped in him, almost as if he had turned off the part of his brain that was restraining him.
His pace quickened, his thrusts became sloppier - desperate - while his breath came out in ragged, frantic pants. “Fuck–fuck!” You could feel him get lost in you, he was no longer overthinking, just feeling. The way his hands gripped you, the way he whispered your name between moans and curses, it sent another rush of pleasure through you and you clenched him hard.
And that was what undid him. Law stiffened, his hips jerking forward as he shut his eyes and let out a desperate groan, pleasure rippling through him. Then he collapsed forward, holding himself up by the elbows before he crushed you, letting his face bury against the crook of your neck again, warming your skin with his ragged breathing.
You held him, pulling him closer to you as he was still buried within your walls. For a moment, the only thing breaking the silence was both your gasps and heavy breaths as you tried to regain your ground. Then Law lifted his head slightly, a dazed expression on his face, which made you smirk.
“That was… wow.”
“Not bad for a first time, right, Captain?”
Law’s exhausted, satisfied chuckle as he let his head fall on your chest was all the answer you needed.
authors note: i cant stop obsessing over the thought of being law’s tattoo artist and for it to lead to a romantic situation, ugh sighhhhh
summary: reader is laws tattoo artist and during this time he falls head over heels for them. after a long period of time of working with law, they finally physically express the feelings that had been building up.
content: law x reader, nsfw, mdni, 18+, tattoo artist/client to lovers, reader has gn pronouns but f!descriptors, reader is on top, law is a softie
word count: 4.5k
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framed vintage tattoo designs decorated the walls, the smell of alcohol flooded your nose, the sound of buzzing machines turn into a white noise, and you can hear the muffled sound of popping bubbles from outside the windows in sabaody archipelago. it was your favorite place in the whole island. your boss is a fishman, one of the most renowned tattoo artists in the new world. he’s got tons of tats, he could hold himself in a fight against kaido but he’s the nicest man you’ve known and he’s taught you everything you know.
after a long apprenticeship, you are finally skilled enough to be on your own. you were working on building a consistent client base, but still had a ways to go before you would stop taking walk-ins. although, you’re happy to do so because it leads to meeting some interesting people… one of those being the captain of the heart pirates, trafalgar law.
the first time you met him you weren’t sure about him, he was tall, lanky, dark circles under his eyes and not to mention you saw his name in the papers and knew he was a pirate with a bounty on his head….
but one day he saw you through the window of your studio, there was something about the way you carried yourself, the way your face lit up when you laughed tugged at law’s heart like nothing had before. curiosity and longing got the better of him…he found his hand pushing open the front door of your studio.
“hey, welcome in!” you smile and greet him as he walks in, “what can i do for ya today?”
law takes in the atmosphere and turns back to you, “can you do a walk-in?”
“sure!” you chirped, excited to do some work today since it had been a slow morning.
“what are you thinking of getting? we have some traditional fishmen flash sheets you can pick from or i can draw something up for you,” you start to offer some books for him to look through.
“can you do something like this?” law pulls out a folded piece of paper with a rough sketch of a design with a heart and smiley face in the middle.
“oh, okay, nice! do you mind if i see that?” you ask and he hands you the paper. you think to yourself, it wasn’t a super clean design, but you enjoy the child-like nature of the doodle, it made you feel inspired.
“do you mind if i make a mock-up and just add some more embellishments? you don’t have to get what i come up with, but if you’d like i could give it a shot.” you suggest.
he just stares at you with those intense grey eyes and nods once.
at first law is a nervous wreck, this was his first time in a tattoo studio and he wasn’t really sure what he was doing or what he wanted. he knew he wanted to get a tattoo honoring the man who saved his life, but it was something so personal that he didn’t feel comfortable sharing with just anyone… but your grounded and straight-forward demeanor calmed him down so much.
law watched as you started sketching out ideas in your style after seeing his vague sketch. watching the way your fingers gripped the pen and how you tilted your head to the side and got close to the paper. ‘adorable’, he thought.
“how’s this?” you ask and hold up the design. the same elements from his original sketch were there, just executed better.
he didn’t know if any drawing could even evoke the feelings and memories that he had kept precious and locked away. but your clean, yet bold lines were more perfect than he could have done himself.
“seems good enough” he uttered, trying to hide his nerves.
“ya sure?” you ask, lifting an eyebrow. “i can always add to it or do another”.
“don’t go through all that. i like it.” he states through almost gritted teeth.
“okay, but theres no going back!” you tease, bringing the design over to your station.
his eyes followed you as you set up your station, making sure that everything is perfect and sterile. law can appreciate the ritual of a set up, just like surgery he thought. you continued prepping your station and finally cutting out the stencil.
“okay, c’mere,” you beckon. gesturing to make his way to your table. “now show me exactly where you want it.”
he looks at himself in the mirror by your station, he starts unbuttoning his black shirt, inspecting his own body where to place the design.
you freeze, your eyes trace his body up and down, noticing how toned his arms and chest is. he’s actually really hot, you think to yourself. catching your own thoughts, you look down at your set up to focus yourself on your job. this is your profession, you have to act professional. no letting any urges get you carried away from the task at hand, although he makes it difficult to do so.
law turns towards you. “um, here”, he relays as he points to the center of his chest.
“okay sweet, let me place the stencil on ya. you can lay down for this part.” you direct him to the table once more.
he lays down, his shirt dropping to the sides of his torso, exposing his body up to you. you look down at this man who has a bounty on his head but he’s doing what you tell him to do. the thought excites you and you feel your cheeks start to get a little warm.
“alright, i’m going to prep your skin now,” making sure to verbalize each step you make.
you put on your gloves and start applying stencil goo to his chest. rubbing it thoroughly to get an even layer. the pads of your hand gloss over his physique, you lids start to get heavy as you start to lose your senses, imagining yourself riding him. you snap back after you hear law clear his throat, realizing that you probably spent longer than necessary spreading the stuff on him. you focus back to the process and peel the first layer off the stencil and line it up at the center of his chest.
“okay, go take a look at that placement and let me know if you want me to move it.”
he looks it over in the mirror once more and is pleased with the alignment. “good” he reports.
“alright, get back on the table like you were before and we can begin!”
you dip the tip your machine into a small cup of black ink to fill it up, the fluorescent light bouncing off the surface. you position your chair to the perfect height, just tall enough to reach your canvas before you.
“ready?” you look down at him. he nods back at you.
“take a deep breath in.” you say, and you inhale with him.
after exhaling, you start your process of moving the ink filled needle over his tanned, soft skin. dipping the tip down beneath the surface at the perfect depth to fill it in with the black ink. you draw your first line and clean it up.
“how’d that feel?” you ask.
“not as bad as i expected” he said.
you smile and get back to making your design come to life. steadily making each line as perfect as possible as you delicately follow the stencil outlines.
after an hour of intense focus, you wipe the sweat off your forehead. finally finished with your work. you lean back in your chair and admire the design. it suited him so well. you smiled and look at law, “alright, its done, you can go look now”.
law winces and slowly rises off the table and looks in the mirror. you see his reaction and his eyes turn red and glossy.
after a minute he directly faces you and looks you in your eyes, “thank you”, he said and you could tell it was from a deep place. this is why you love your job. the look on peoples faces when they see their skin marked with something meaningful, but this look on his face was priceless.
you cover his fresh tat with a second skin adhesive and tell him how to take care of it and to keep it clean. he pays you and tips you handsomely. as you said goobye, you thought to yourself if you would ever see him again. wishing that some day your paths would cross again….
some time had passed and now law had been coming to you for consistent work over the last several months. you couldn’t help but get a little attached to the attractive man with a dark past. not only was he attractive, you were attractive to his mysterious nature. he didn’t say much but you shared comfortable silences as you shaded in his lines. you wanted to know more about him. his eye contact was so intense but you craved it. you wanted his attention and when he would show up at your shop you couldn’t help but feel special.
law was starting to get attached to you too, he just didn’t show it. (neither of you did, at least you both thought) law was grateful that you and him had established such a comfortable and trusting relationship. he really had planned on only getting one tattoo (as a tribute to the man that saved his life), but there was something about you that made him want to keep coming back for more…
first it was his chest, then left shoulder, then the right, then his back piece and then his forearms.
but it was his hands…. doing the crosses on the tops and lettering on his knuckles, having to hold and handle them with care, thats what made law fall head over heels for you…
he watched the way your eyes focused intensely on making sure each line was perfectly straight, the way that you would breathe in a long breath and hold it while you drew the line, then exhale after you were pleased with the way it looked.
he started to hold his breath in rhythm with yours. you noticed this and stopped what you were doing and locked eyes with him and in a calm voice, “don’t forget to breathe,” and at the same time you both inhaled a deep breath and exhaled.
for some reason it felt like the first time either of you had felt air in your lungs before. you felt your stomach do a back flip and your heart rate speed up, but you cleared your throat and went back to work. you’ve gotten used to having to calm yourself around him.
after the burn of each ink filled line, you would pick up his hand and hold it in yours to wipe it down with a soft cloth saturated with a soothing solution. rubbing away the leftover ink to show your perfect work on his tanned hands. feeling your fingertips align his digits in the perfect position, using a firm but soft touch with such precision. it was an experience that law had never had before. to be at the mercy of your needle and trusting you completely.
funny, the letters together read ‘death’ but he never felt more alive than when he was under your needle.
you could tell that your encounters with law were inevitably going to end, and soon. the thought of this tore your heart into pieces. how could you possibly navigate a situation like this? you needed to remain professional, the thought of going any further with a client made you feel guilty. but your heart was screaming at you to make your dreams and wishes a reality.
after the last session, law isn’t ready to stop seeing you either. over the last 8 months you are what he looked forward to the most. making excuses to the heart pirates to stop at sabaody just so he could get touch-ups and even more work from you. he needed your presence in his life, someone who was grounded, professional, calm, and most of all— you made him feel safe. your tattoos reminded him of the things in his life that were the most important to him and the permanency- yet at the same time, the fleeting nature of life.
“_____-ya,” you look up to meet his gaze, “i….i was wondering if you were doing anything later…” he asked you.
you pause for a second and think, is he asking me out? theres no way…. maybe he needs a favor? or he wants to squeeze in another design?
you clear your throat with a small laugh and reply, “um, not much besides just going home and making some food and watching tv.”
“lets go somewhere” he asks while his intense stare burns a hole through you. you can barely hold his eye contact as you register what he’s trying to ask.
“…oh! um, yeah sure! lemme just clean this up”, you jump up and your heart is pounding in your chest.
law watches you as you clean up your station, making sure everything is discarded carefully to its rightful zone. he loves watching your process of doing things, it’s satisfying to his brain.
“kay, done! let’s go” you murmur, turning away to hide your blushing face as you grab your jacket.
you walk down the street of sabaody, the setting sun now leaving little light left to the under water environment, the lights of the amusement park in the distance twinkle and dance in the air through the large bubbles.
you pick a random spot to get food and barely make any conversation. theres something nagging you and the tension between you is evoking some stirring feelings you had been trying to hide away for the sake of your professional relationship.
after the mermaid waitress clears your stuff from the table you look at him, “well, i guess i should turn in for the night” you say.
“i’ll walk you” he declares.
law walks you home, silently. you walk up the stairs to the entry of your apartment building. turning around to see law staring at you. something about his behavior makes you think he doesn’t want to leave you alone.
“um, would you like to come in?” the question leaves your lips before you can even realize what you’re saying.
he doesn’t answer, just following you as you unlock the door and step inside. you throw your coat on the couch by the door and realize your place is messy so you start tidying some stuff up.
law leans against your desk, scattered with books and drawings. he watches you as you throw away stuff and try to make your place look more presentable. he liked watching the way you do things.
“____-ya” he says. he doesn’t move from the desk, too scared to make the first move.
you turn to look at him, and you realize that trafalgar law is in your apartment.
a pull at your heartstrings makes you feel heavy. you cant move, nor do you want to. you realize this is what you’ve wanted for a long time. to be alone with law.
the two of you just stare at each other, the air is thick with tension, to act or not to act on hidden feelings that have been building for months. youve been so confused on what to do, to act on your feelings or just ignore them until he goes away and never comes back, just to nurse your heartache and forever day dream about what if’s.
“you know, its been so great to work on you—i mean with you. you were one of my first clients at the start of my career and your trust means a lot to me. so thank you law.”you say, hoping you don’t sound like an idiot to him.
law doesn’t know what to say back, he just stares at his feet. trying to think of something to say, something that could explain the gravity of his feelings and appreciation to you. he’s never been good with words or feelings. but theres something about you that has him so worked up and nearly bursting at his seams to show it. so he closes the distance between the two of you in one stride and crashes into you with a kiss, its clumsy and filled with want.
what is happening? you think to your self. you pull away look up into his grey eyes, noticing the flecks of white in them, making them almost look like smokey quartz the way they glisten at you. you’re caught off by surprise at the unfolding of events that you had daydreamed about for months. you don’t know what to do but let your instincts take over and return the clumsy, sloppy kiss back.
you two take turns trying to get used to each others rhythm until you finally get into sync and carelessly suck on to one another faces. you break the kiss and walk over to your bed, jumping on top of it and patting the space beside you with a grin, inviting him to join you.
law blushes a little and shuffles his feet over to the bed and climbs on. unsure where to put his hands he just rests one of his arms over yours. You smile at him and bring him into an embrace. you open your eyes to stare into his deep grey’s. he can see how long your eyelashes really are. god, you’re beautiful, he thinks to himself. you reach up and take his hat off and his hair tousled around his pretty face. he’s enamored with you and the energy you radiate. he never thought he would be at the other end of it, nor does he think he deserves it.
“can i tell you something?” he asks you.
“of course, anything” you validate.
he cant look at you as he confesses, so he buries his face in your hair, taking a deep inhale of your shampoo.
“i never really wanted a tattoo…” he trails off. “not before i saw you.”
your heart almost leaps out of your chest.
“i mean i had thought about it but then i saw you and i just wanted an excuse to meet you…”
you start laughing, “thats a very permanent thing to do just to have a reason to talk to someone.”
you can feel him smile against your neck and he lets out a short chuckle.
“i made up a design so that you would think i wanted something.” he admits.
“i really liked it, the original.” you compliment.
“yeah, but yours is better.” he says as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you tighter to him.
you look at him, your faces just barely an inch away. your pupils are dilated from your aroused state. the excitement of this finally becoming a reality has you feeling like you could fly. your lips meet again, this time you were ready to take the plunge with him. you don’t care about your reputation anymore. you just want to be at the mercy of his touch and show him everything you dreamt of doing to him for the last 8 months.
law kisses you again, eating your mouth with intensity. he takes you in his hands and squeezes your tits a little too hard, hard enough to make you breathe in sharply. his long thumbs brush over your harden nipples and he twists them through the fabric. law starts undressing you. using his nimble fingers to quickly undo the buttons on your shirt. he sees the black lace bra you have on underneath. his face flushes and inhales deep from seeing your breasts smooshed together to create an image he would only see in an anime or something. you softly moan and grind yourself down against his thigh.
his hands running over the sides of your hips and thighs. trails up to your face, caressing it again. breaking the kiss to trace his fingers over your lips. you part them just slightly and kiss his fingers. he twirls them around your mouth and watches as you open it more for law to reach his finger into your soft wet mouth, swirling your tongue around it. you can feel his bulge pressing into your thigh and you slowly grind into it. your moans are stifled by the tattooed knuckles at the entrance of your mouth, the E & A slowly disappearing.
he had to have you all to himself, the thought of you with another person made him crazy. you’re too good. too good for anyone else. maybe even too good for him.
you slide up his shirt, feeling his abs, inked with your work under your palms, while you suck on his fingers. your hand trails lower and you brush over his hard cock and you feel it jump behind the fabric. palming his erection in your hand, exhilarated at the thought that you’re the one who did this to him.
the warm touch of his palms heat you up inside. you feel his hand move down your torso, to in between your legs, leading towards your pulsating wetness. his fingers wet with your saliva surpass the elastic on your underwear.
he finds your throbbing clit, swollen with excitement. his fingers circle around your bundle of nerves before diving into you and scissoring your g-spot. you cant help but melt into his hands and under his lips as his mouth moves over yours, his tongue tasting you as he makes the move to show you all his held back feelings towards you.
he alternates between your clit and your hole until you’re about to cum for him, but he stops. you growl into his mouth from his lack of stimulation and you roll him over on to his back and climb on top of him, straddling him fully with your legs on either side of him. placing your soaked spot on his bulge, softly grinding your aching clit against him. he moans softly.
its not soon after when he lifts you up to take off his own pants and underwear, freeing his member from its clothed confinement you lose your underwear and the rest of your clothing too. you grind your wetness up against his dick, lubricating it with your natural essence. law lets out a soft groan as you wet his length so easily.
“you’re so wet”, he sighs. the thought of you aroused this much for him sends him over the moon.
“i know, i just want you so bad”, you breathe as you lean down to kiss his neck. leaving love bites and hickeys all over his shoulders.
you position yourself so that his mushroom tip kisses your needy entrance. the two of you have exercised enough patience, now it’s finally happening. everything you’ve wished for is coming true.
you shift your weight down and he pushes his hips up. you both simultaneously sigh as his hot cock slides up into your warmed core.
you look down at law beneath you, your hands placed on his chest, the first piece that you ever did for him smiling up at you. you shake your head and laugh.
“what?” he asks
“nothin”, you smile as tears sting your eyes and nose, “just remembering the first time i met you and never thought it would lead to this, even though i wished for it everyday.”
he sighs again and gives you a small smirk. with hearing you say those words, law starts moving his hips to buck up into you. you moan, his shaft grinding against your walls. the friction reaching the places you could never reach by yourself.
law wanted you just like this, he thinks to himself. naked, supple flesh, on top of him, tits bouncing, and brows pinched together from the pleasure of his length hitting your soft spot inside you.
“you like that?” he asks you with a devilish look in his eyes.
you moan something intelligible, eyes rolling back in your head as your synchronized movements make you close to climax.
law’s fingers find your clit again and quickly makes work on it, as he pounds his dick into you. your hair falls over your face, and your lips and cheeks match in a pink hue. law has never seen something more dazzling in his entire life. he wishes he could take a picture of you like this and keep it forever.
you feel the bubble growing from within you as you begin to orgasm, and you squeeze it until it pops. your head snaps back as your body gushes a downpour of cum all over him beneath you. law follows you immediately and shoots ropes all over your walls as he pinches his eyes closed and opens his mouth to let out a guttural groan.
his eyes widen when he looks down at the mess you two made, (he has never made anyone cum like that before). you collapse forward, your whole body resting on top of law as you huff to catch your breath.
you take in how good it feels to actually have someone else make you orgasm. it’s just not the same when you do it yourself, imagining your hands are his. the feeling of your two bodies together feels better than anything you’ve ever experienced before.
your breathing becomes synchronized. the touch of his bare skin under yours is euphoric. you’ve touched his skin before when he would be on your table, but you always wore gloves. to finally have the raw skin to skin contact gives you a lustful high.
you lift your head and look up to him with a lazy smile, “that was even better than i imagined.”
“seems like you imagined me a lot”, he jokes.
“well duh, i mean you have that effect”, you relay.
he just smirks and kisses the top of your head and sighs deeply.
“lets go take a shower” you invite.
as the two of you waddled to the bathroom carefully, trying not to drip any juices on the floor. you reached into the shower and turned the water all the way to the left. steam began to rise in the air and you cracked the window. you both stepped in, the hot water washing over you. you stood beneath the gentle spray, watching the water tracing rivulets down his body.
law pulled you close and looked into your eyes with a tender gaze, “____-ya, come with me. stay with me and join my crew.”
the room filled with the soothing sound of the rhythmic beat of the falling water. you wrapped your arms around his neck, leaned up to him and kissed him deeply, then whispered your answer in his ear.
the intimate space was filled with a comforting silence. law’s fingers traced invisible patterns on your back through soap suds, his silent language of affection. in this shared space, the vulnerabilities of the last several months were washed away, replaced by a sense of unity and connection. with a lingering kiss, you stepped out of the shower, wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel. the air carried a hint of a sea breeze, a reminder of the adventures awaiting you beyond your bedroom walls.
Rating: +18, meaning if you are under this age, do not read. You have been told.
Word count: 3,352
Type: Smut
Characters: reader (female), Law, Chopper and mentions of other Strawhats, Heart Pirates and other pirates.
Trigger warnings/content: choking, consent, some anger, swearing, teasing, restraints, multiple orgasms, fatigue, aftercare, a little rough.
Info: Some of it will be in italics, it is thoughts by another character. If it is Bold and Italics, then it is an ability.
“Why can’t I suture the wound closed when it’s-”
“Because the bleeding might start again, and it may cause more pain!” The little horned reindeer claimed, pointing his hoof at the irritated doctor of the Heart Pirates. Their hats sat side-by-side, in contrast to how they were sitting. He pointed across the books sprawled table, with a single candle flickering in between. The bags of restlessness was prominent under Law’s eyes. “Think about it, if we wait and let time go by, it may be better”. Law glanced at the furry creature, and usually he would have a soft spot for this creature, but when it comes to the right choice as to what to do in the heat of the moment; he fights it out. Whereas Chopper always thinks with his heart, trying to save people with his soul instead of fighting with his fists. “You could remove the bullet from their chest cavity with your abilities. Tra-guy”. The tired doctor grumbled and scratched his head, trying to comprehend this small creature. Chopper really does seem to go the more humane route, but then again, he typically doesn’t get his paws dirty out in the field in a fight, but rather helping those who need treatment. Where as for Law-
“Yes, but there are limitations to my abilities. Even your abilities have a limit, yes?” His right hand rested under his jaw now, glancing quickly at the fluff ball. “I just-”.
“You need to sleep Tra-guy. You haven’t slept. Thinking rationally is what you need right now, especially if you haven’t been spending a lot of time with your partner”. Sluggishly, Law’s eyes finally met Chopper’s. How long has it been? Granted, a lot of stuff was on his mind such as the Marines, Big Mom, Kaido, Don Flamingo, and many other rivals. Even Luffy and Eustass Kid kept his mind busy, but he even had to think about his pals Bepo and the rest of his crew. Shit, it has been a while hasn’t it. The more I have been fighting and been researching, the more I have been… He hates being wrong next to the reindeer. Rather, he hates more than ever that he is right, and that he does need more sleep and social interaction; over fighting and reading. Leaving an exasperated sigh, and an aggravated groan, he leans on his chair. His messy hair was now slowly being pushed into one direction with how many times his hands ran through his hair tonight.
“Ah! God dammit Chopper-ya. I hate it when you are right, but…” his voice trailed off. Law’s mind was in the clouds, it has been ages since he unwound, let alone rest on a soft surface. Sleeping in chairs, the wooden deck of Sunny, the metal floor of Polar Tang, heck the grass on Sunny was a little better, however a bed sounds divine. Maybe even some time with his partner, but the grogginess has been getting to him. Being up for forty-some hours, he did start seeing visions; Bepo in an Uta outfit, a cooked thing of meat with a straw-hat on top, and-
“Law?” There is no way he heard your voice. He stares at Chopper, whose head was turned to the entrance. Finally turning his head, he saw your figure. Standing against the doorframe. Your eyebrows raised, as you look at him up and down. “Up…again? I can at least tell you bathed today”. God, they really do give him little credit, but as a doctor, if duty calls he has to be somewhat clean right? His black and yellow robe adorned his body loosely, the belt nearly coming undone, with his bare feet propped up on the table, you just had to take in this sight.
“Well, I need to head to bed. I can’t be late to breakfast in the morning!” Chopper hops off the chair nearly twice his height. You can see he is wearing his cute little pig pajamas, and you couldn’t help but smile at his cuteness. Then again, who wouldn’t be chuckling at this cute little doctor. “Jya-na (Japanese: See Ya)”. As he is about to leave the room, you bend down and plant a small little kiss, then pat his head.
“Thanks Chopper. At least we have one responsible doctor that cares about both his patients and himself”. Chopper hopped past you and froze quick before turning to you and glancing up.
“W-w-well…that doesn’t make me happy, konoyaro! (Japanese: you idiot)”, as he did his little cute bashful dance. As his small feet carry him out of your sight, his cute little hooves pit-patting down the long hallway of Sunny-Go. Chuckling at his reaction, you look up to see Law still leaning back in his chair staring at you. His frown was still on his face. When it happened was not apparent since his resting-bitch-face is usually what his default is. However, you can tell he was annoyed by something. By what, you are not really sure. Sighing, you walk closer to him, the candle still flickering near the doctor’s headpieces. Law’s gaze did not falter as you got within a few paces in front of him. He looks irritated even. What could it have been? The lack of sleep? Or maybe…jealousy?
“Law, you do see me right?” He blinked once, then twice, then closed his eyes. A small exhale escaped his lips as he slicked his hair back again, as some hairs came back to place.
“I am surprised you came to see me, if you are really here to see me”. His words stung, yet you could understand why he said that. He hasn’t slept, he has been stuck in this room for a long time. Even Bepo and Chopper bring meals to the library here and there to make sure he isn’t starving himself. Sanji gave up because Law used to forget to eat and the fresh food almost would go wasted; until he force fed it to Law which caused him to do a personality-switch-operation with Zoro and Sanji. Which led to an all out fight that nearly had Nami, Robin, Bepo, Penguin and even Jimbei get involved in. It got resolved, but it nearly took a day for Franky to fix the ship, and a stern scolding from Nami and Luffy to get Law, Zoro and Sanji to get back on track.
“Law, it is me”, your outfit was a lot tighter on your body than you were used to, yet your skirt was flowing so not only would you look cute but at least elegant. You dressed up earlier and didn’t change yet because you were partying at the island before, and you were on nightwatch with Brook tonight. Brook knew that you needed your own version of romance, he has been alive long enough to know that. Brook knew what he was doing, well maybe. “Law, come on…listen to me. It is me, even Chopper talked to me today. Despite how busy he is too!” He was super confused now, he wasn’t sure if it was his dick was talking because he wanted your touch, your skin against his, the warmth of your flesh emanating close to his fingers, the scent of salt from the sea and your body penetrating the air, or if it was the sleepiness and the depravity of rest. “Please look at me when I talk to you”, as you raise your hands to touch his stubble and beard, He smelled so nice of cleaner, yet also musky. He always did smell nice, usually. You could feel his face rest slowly, softly into your palms. Basking in your touch, the soft skin that cradled his jaw, which his fingers were on calloused from using his knives, to his sword. His fingers crawled up to hold your right hand under his jaw, while massaging it gently. This is what he wanted, but God was he going crazy. A man of composure, even in battle, and even when Luffy tells him what to do irks him beyond belief. Right now though, he could smell your scent, his head was starting to get muddled with thoughts. He craved you, a drug that could cure his insanity at this moment.
“God, I need sleep. I can’t be going this dumb over you”, he gasped out. Now you were hurt, how could he say such a thing? He should be happy to see you, not disappointed. You snatch your hands back, but you couldn’t help and hesitate to almost reach back to grab him. He looked tired, yet hot. His sigh rang out into the quiet air, only the slight crackle of the candle could be heard. “Listen, y/n-ya”.
“Save your excuses, I guess if you didn’t want to see me, then you could have said it in the first place”. You were agitated now. There is no way he talked to you like that just now.
“Wait, y/n-ya, that’s not what I meant. You know what I meant-”, Law was fumbling with his words. His robe was withstanding the heat emanating from his body. He could feel his member twitch, but he put down his legs from the table and crossed his legs to hide his growth. “Please, look…you know I didn’t mean it like that dammit,” slicking his hair back again. It was irresistible when he did that normally, and yet you couldn’t care now. “Please listen to me, I just want to understand what else I can do to save those around me. If I can’t do that then…”
“Then what Law? You can’t neglect your social health for just your studies. Your connections are just as important!”
“I know that! God dammit!” He slammed his hand on the table, wishing that was you earlier. “Do you know how long I have wanted to get this done so I can focus on you? Just you?” You were upset, but you have heard enough talk from him; you wanted more action.
“Put your money where your mouth is. Your hands work well on patients, yet it seems you don’t know how to work them at all outside of a fight”. That did it for him. He got up and grabbed your shoulders, nearly slamming you down on the wooden table, snuffing out the candle as you landed. You could see his eyes darkening as he looked at you. His robe was hanging off his frame, his belt so loose you could poke it and it would come undone.
“Say it again. You don’t know how hard I have been working here” nearly shaking you on the table. God, you could feel his hands trembling, yet gripping your shoulders as he shook you.
“I said, you don’t know how to work your hands outside of a fight”, those words made him want to prove you wrong. He was told what to do by Luffy, Chopper was right earlier, and now he cannot let you be right too. Law was slipping more and more from who he was, becoming sloppy with his thoughts. His face gets super close to yours, while he puts his left hand under your head and lifts it up to crash his lips onto yours. Tugging your hair slightly so that he could get a response from you. He knows you love it when he tugs your hair. In this moment though, you were just as stubborn as he, and you tried to fight the urge; no matter how hard it was for you to not moan. His kisses got deeper, and deeper, his tongue was exploring yours and you let go fighting his tongue. Closing your eyes, his lips left yours. You open your eyes to see his eyebrows furrowed, perplexed that what he was doing wasn’t making you moan already “is that all you got?” This brat… Lips traveling down your jaw and to your neck, marking and sucking to make sure people know who you belonged to. Regardless of whether you were right or if he was by the end of this. He looks up, and takes a step back.
Room
You knew what might happen now, and as you saw the space change-
Shambles
You were now in the medical room, of course you were. He must have switched something with you two, and now here you were. His robe comes undone, and you just see him in his black boxers with a bulge that you have seen here and there. You didn’t realize your body was partially leaned back on the medical table, it was cold and yet the room was slightly lit due to the small emergency light plug-in, in case Chopper had to come in. Before you could take in everything, your body gets flipped over, your chest pressing on the cold table.
“I’ll show you how a doctor works, if you allow me-”
“Of course, you have my consent. Unless you really can’t work with your hands then-” He had heard enough of your back-talk. Room…Shambles Feeling the retrains popping into his hands, tying your hands behind your back. He already has to deal with you talking back, he doesn’t want to give you that power too. His hands gripping your tied hands, he hiked up your skirt so he could see your panties. You tried to stand up properly, but his grip was pushing you down firmly on the table.
“Now now, I can’t have my patient move around while I have to figure out what is wrong, now can I?” You can tell he was smirking based off his tone. His right hand was still gripping onto your wrists and you could feel his rough fingers slowly touching the outside of your panties. “I can tell my patient is aroused. Yet, the only medicine can only be administered by me.” You wanted his fingers in you, and he knew that. Your core ached, this is what you two have missed out on for awhile now. Heck, even the empty space next to you, day-in and day-out was making you restless. Shaking your ass, you waited for your reward for a response, but it never came. “What? You want these?” You felt his right hand loosen, yet his hand went up and on your neck. Subtly choking you, sticking his long fingers into your mouth. God, you wanted it his fingers, and how you longed for it. Subtly sucking on his fingers, you wanted to show him you were serious.
“P-puwase, ah need” Your words a mess, incoherent even to you.
“Need what? I can’t understand my patient.” He removed his fingers from your mouth and back under your neck, choking you slightly but not enough to even hurt. You could feel his other fingers tracing the outside of your wetness on your panties. You knew what was coming, but when? You gasped as you felt his fingers on your neck choke, then release, choke then release. He was a doctor, he knew what it would do to people if he did that.
“I need your fingers, Law!” You felt his fingers leave, only to dive into your panties, into your core. This is what you wanted, and finally you could feel this knot coming undone. His digits were moving in and out, then curling one he went in. He really did do his homework. Your moans and gasps kept emanating in rhythm, as you were grinding into his fingers. “Law- Law I am going to-” before you could finish, you came right onto his fingers. Your moan so loud, you could feel it reverberate through the room. Trembling as you rode out your high, as it has been so long since you felt this.
“So I don’t know how to use my hands, yes?” You couldn’t help it, you wanted to give in, he was right. If you denied it, you don’t even know what would happen, but you are a person of your word.
“Yes, yes you are right. God, now untie me”, you gasp out. Feeling the restraints go undone, he flips you back around, now you are on your back. He looks you up and down. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. A tight shirt hugging your body, your skirt a mess, your underwear ajar. Whereas for you, what a sight to behold, his abs and tattoos. His hair was a mess from a little bit of sweat. It was as if you two were looking at each other for the first time again. Licking his fingers, he finally smiled. This was the smile you love, the one that makes you want to grab him and kiss him. To hug him and tell him that the One Piece is near for the taking.
“Y/n-ya…” he bends down to kiss your forehead, and smiles softly, “I don’t think my patient is fully done.” He grabbed a condom, and tore off the wrapper. Slowly pushing his boxers lower, and lower, seeing his v-line almost made you lose your mind. He knew what he was doing, and a doctor was observant.
“Please, Trafalgar…I love you,” you couldn’t help but laugh softly at his cute words. He was a doctor, and at moments you were his love patient. Your heart was robbed by this man, and yet it seemed you didn’t want it back. He pushes his boxers so it is off his waist and it falls to the floor. He peels off your underwear, and you could feel the cold air hit your pussy. Easily rolling the condom on, he lifts your legs up and onto his shoulders.
“I missed this, y/n. I love you”. Hearing your name fall from his lips without his cute little accent, made your heart skip a beat.
“I missed this too Law. I love you”. Slowly pushing his cock into you, he watched as your mouth formed an “O” shape. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he knew you were ready. Your moans were slipping past your lewd lips, as he kept going in deeper and deeper until his abs nearly touched your stomach. Going slowly, then picking up the pace, the room was full of moans and grunts. “Fuck, Law, yes right there!” His groans and grunts were picking up the pace, you can feel his cock twitching inside you. The pit in your stomach started to form, it coming again. The slaps of skin, the smell of sweat, the creaking of the medical table was ringing in both your ears. He bent down to capture your lips with his, and finally he said his words.
“I am cumming”.
You were too, and with both your release, he slowed down his pace. Gasping for air as his high was running down. You, on the other hand, were shaking. Second orgasm in one night and it was intense due to your emotions of love becoming more than lust from the last orgasm. He slicked his hair back, which now was staying in place. Law tidied up himself so he didn’t look as dissolved from the fuck session. Taking off your clothes gently, he put his robe on your making sure despite being warm from what just happened, the room was still cold. Lifting you up, you could hear him gently say room…shambles. Feeling the plushness of a mattress and sheets on you. Was he here with you? Or was he in the room still? Suddenly, you felt a hand softly go on top of your side. He was here, next to you, by your side.
“Sorry Law for making you so upset”, you whispered not to wake up Zoro, Luffy, Chopper and Usopp from their slumber. Law chuckled slightly, and kissed your neck where there were his love bites slowly deepening in color.
“Its okay, I think I can finally get some good nights rest. Thank you for being my doctor in need.”
And yet, Brook had been wondering where you had been all night, no matter to him. He could sing his heart out tonight without a care in the world.
It was a calm day on the Polar Tang, everyone was getting their daily tasks done as Y/N was procrastinating, which was completely in the normal. Y/n wasn't looking forward to scrubbing the dock when they arose the sub, and that was an hour ago. Sitting in her room bored out of her mind, she looked at the time and shook her head. An idea popped in her head, sitting up from her comfortable bed and walking to the door. Quietly opening it so Law would not be aware, she walked out to see Bepo sweeping. Y/n tip toed her way to him, before launching herself with wide arms onto Bepo. They fell to the ground, y/n laughing rolling on the floor and Bepo apologizing trying to get her up. Y/n was in a mischievous mood, and she knew exactly who to convince into her schemes. Soon handing her hands to his paws, he pulled her up with ease.
"Bepo don't be sorry! I did that so you would laugh. Buuut I do have something I need help with... Or a buddy to be specific." Y/n said in a tone Bepo had heard many times, he put his paw to his forehead rubbing it. Knowing this would not end up well. She proceeded to give the biggest puppy eyes the whole crew other than Bepo could give, slowly giving in he nodded. "And what would you need a buddy for, Y/N?" Bepo asked curiously, fixing the little dust pile that they had messed up, sweeping it into the dust pan. "So.... I have a bottle of the best alcohol around! We should drink and totally have a super fun night!" Smirking, y/n put her hands on his shoulders, knowing he can't walk away if she did that. Slowly nodding, Bepo considered the outcomes and replied. "Don't you think Captain would get upset? You're already on a tight strong with him lately... Did you clean the dock?" She shook her head violently and shrugged before getting closer to him, whispering. "No but if we drink, I'll clean it, I promise." Y/n was lieing through her teeth. Bepo being gullible, nodded and put aside the broom and dust pan. "Okay, deal!"
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It was now thirty minutes in, y/n had dragged Bepo into her room, closing the door and had pulled out her favorite Honey Bourbon, a whole barrel full, if it weren't for Penguin and Shachi helping her sneak that in, she would have been busted by the captain. They were drinking like the sailors they are, already drunk. "Y/n, don't you think it's time to clean the deck? I really don't want you to get in trouble again ... Remember what happened last time?" Bepo said to her, taking another shot. Y/n waved it off, taking another one as well and filling up their cups. "Okay okay... Three more and I'll go do it." She grinned toothily at the polar bear, in return he smiled back before the yelled "CHEERS!!!" forgetting they had duties to complete. Soon after they took their shots, they heard a harsh knocking on the door.
"y/n-ya! I know your in there." It was Law. Now y/n had a very complicated relationship with her captain, him being so closed off and her being a polar opposite at times. Quite often she was bound to get in trouble. She hurriedly got up, Bepos face filled with panic as he got up, trying to help y/n pull the big barrel back into her closet. Soon, they heard a 'tch' and the fallowing words. "Room." Before y/n could process what happened, law had traded spots with one of the chairs in her room, a cold hard stare peering at her. Panicking, she shoved the closet door shut, Bepo was already apologizing again.
"I'm so sorry captain, we were going to open the door... *Hiccup*..." Bepos had covered his mouth, Law slowly walked up to him, eyes getting softer when it lands on the adorable polar bear, he could smell it from a mile away. "Bepo, why don't you go finish sweeping, your almost done." With that Bepo hiccuped again, lifting his paw to his head, saluting law before opening y/n's door, giving an apologetic look before closing it. Laws attention was on y/n fully now. She started to fiddle with the hem of her skirt, looking anywhere but at him. Soon she heard footsteps approach her. She looked up to see Law just a few inches away from her face.
"I was just about.. *hiccup* t-to clean up the... Uh... Dock, Captain..* she was beyond nervous. He glanced around, then back at her rolling his eyes. "Y/n-ya, you were supposed to that over an hour ago." He started walking closer and closer, until she was practically up against the wall. She did not want her body shambled, not that it would hurt but captain had his ways. "Well, have anything to say for yourself..?" His tattoos finger moved the hair in her face. She shook her head and looked away. "I'm sorry I didnt do it, I was just about to go out there!" She was slurring and yelling at the same time. Law knew it would be pointless to punish her while she was this drunk. He groaned slightly, irritation peaking on his face, his eye twitching.
"Well since you didnt do that, that means we have to stay up here longer than planned, we were supposed to rise up, you clean, and then back down... And instead you chose to get drunk." Y/n was quite surprised he was not that mad, before the last words came out of his mouth. She shook her head smirking, "No, Law, I am not drunk. It's not safe to *hiccup*.. assume things." She raised her hand and poked his cute nose with her finger. Wide eyes, just staring at her, and very confused, Law smirked back a few moments later before pushing her completely against the wall and his lips crashing into hers. Now she was the one confused. Y/ns arms wrapped around his neck, getting more into the kiss than she'd like to admit. Law took a dominant turn forcing his tongue into her mouth. A slight moan came from y/n before Law pulled away, the flush on his cheeks a rosey color as he looked away, then looked back with a smirk. Y/n standing there with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, a nose bleed threatening to happen. "Don't lie to me again y/n-ya." He booped her on the nose back, she couldn't even thing of how to form a simple reply. Her face was a dark red at this point. "Uh.. okay, captain." The adrenaline flowing through her as he soon picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and opening her door to walk them out.
"w-what do you think you doing?!" She exclaimed, latching onto her captain as he carried her to the entry door for the dock. "I'm making you do your duties, y/n-ya.." he almost snickered at the gasp she released. Soon enough they were outside in the cold, shivering he set her down and looked at her with a look she had never seen before. It wasn't the usual cold ones, but one that was so soft and caring. Before she could say something, he smiled and patted her head, "I won't let you in until your done.." his tattoos finger waves side to side as he opened the door, looking back at her smirking. "And you definitely do taste like alcohol, maybe we can share some when your done?... Saying your not supposed to have that much." He smirked, closing the door. She sighed looking around, finding he had already taken the supplies out for her. He was indeed, one of the most mysterious men out there.
A/n: I know it's not the best but thank you so much if you read it! I've been trying to write this for a few days, and I was really drunk when I wrote it. Hope you liked it and practice will make perfect!!
He looks at you with a tired face. You try to hide the romance book that you were reading behind your back.
-” No ! I’m not haha...I’m..studying ! “
You take your maths (or any subject you have to study) book, holding it upside down. Law walks your way and sits, facing you at the other side of the table, before saying with his usual low voice.
“- The book...You’re holding it upside down. “
You blush. You can’t lie to him after all...You sigh then put your hand against your cheek, looking him in the eyes. It was easy for him...He was so smart..But you were extremely lazy even though you were just as smart as him. Sometimes you wished that you had Law’s mind and determination.
“- I don’t knoow...I’m just so tired and...well...I don’t feel like studying..I feel so stressed.”
Law looks at you with an empathic face then takes the romance book from your hands. He smirks in an enigmatic way before getting up. You follow his gesture, trying to get your book back.
“-Hey ! Give me that book back I was just getting to a...juicy moment...
- Ah ? Interesting...he teased
- Give it back to me you’re not supposed to..look”
He pretends to look at the book and starts to flip a few pages. You bite your lower lip and try to take the book off his hands but he holds it above your head, out of your reach. He was having fun teasing you like this and you couldn’t help but feel some sort of tension. After all, he was an attractive man...and he was just in front of you...just a few centimeters were separating you since you were still trying to take back the book.
“- Alright, you go study now...You’re not allowed to have any distraction...If you do well, then maybe I’ll give you back this book since you were getting to a...-he stops for a second then continues- juicy moment. “
He slids the book inside of his pocket
“-But...
-Shh...I’m going now. I’ll come back in two hours and you better be studying or I’ll be disappointed in you.”
He turns back, walking towards the door. You didn’t know why but you really didn’t want to disappoint Law. After all, he didn’t show much his feelings nor how much he cares towards others. However, you felt like you really wanted to make him proud. After all...it’s just two hours ?...
“-If you do well...I’ll consider giving you a little reward”
He turns his face and winks at you then goes out of the room, leaving you in disbelief.
“-Oh god...how am I supposed to study now ?!”
