Law being romantically awkward is my favorite headcannon. I'd love to read a scenario with him just genuinely not knowing how to express his feelings or not knowing how to respond to flirting. Even better if it's like him and reader end up hooking up on the DL and Law is super inexperienced BUT he's a quick learner cause ya'know, anatomy is a doctor's specialty.
STUDYING YOU; law
oh my, oh myโฆ i hope you enjoy this. i hope heโs awkward enough for youโฆ i think iโm too weird myself to really know how to write characters like this haha
law x reader 18+, nsfw, medical terms (?), p in v, awkward law โก law is a very complicated and busy man, someone who doesnโt have time to beat around the bush. or heโs simply not yet familiar with his own feelings, especially toward you.
Alliances are, by nature, temporary things.
Thatโs what Law tells himself when the Straw Hats dock alongside the Polar Tang. Or when Luffy grins too wide and shakes his hand like theyโre already friends. When Nami negotiates terms with a sharp eye. And then when Robin watches him as if she already knows exactly how this is going to end.ย
And also when you steep aboard.ย
Youโre not part of the deal. Not officially, at least. And yet, your presence slips into his daily routine immediately, way before he even realizes it. The curious way your gaze wanders over the submarine, the bright smile you offer to everyone you interact with.
He notices the way you look at him, too.
Itโs not obvious. Not intrusive. Justโฆ a little too attentive. Like youโre listening for more than just his words.
Like during the first strategy meeting. In the Polar Tangโs control room, youโd blended easily into the strange mix of people gathered around Law, and claimed a spot at his side. He hadnโt noticed you at first. But when he looked up, interrupted mid-sentence by one of his crewmates, he saw you, studying the map with a slight frown, completely focused.
Then you lifted your eyes to him. That smile of yours was already forming.
And every time he glances up again, youโre already looking at him. Not staring. Worse than that. Observing.
โSo,โ you say at one point, chin resting in your palm. โAre you always this serious, or is this just your alliance face?โ
The room goes quiet for half a second. Law blinks. โThis is my normal face.โ
You hum thoughtfully. โShame. I think youโd look good smiling more.โ
He doesnโt respond. He also doesnโt stop thinking about it for the rest of the meeting.
It keeps happening.
You always find reasons to be near him. Leaning over his shoulder to read documents, handing him things you could easily put down instead. You thank him too warmly. Tease him lightly. Compliment him in ways that have nothing to do with his intellect or his combat ability.
โYouโre surprisingly gentle, you know,โ you remarked once, watching him rewrap his own hand. โFor someone with such a scary reputation.โ
He pauses mid-bandage, his thoughts a little unclear, the way they always do when youโre this close. โThatโs an inaccurate assessment,โ he says.
You smile. โIs it?โ
He doesnโt answer again, but he just finishes the bandage tighter than necessary.
Strangely enough, with all these small interactions, this careful dance of flirtation and awkwardness, your crew starts to notice.
Usopp was the first one to notice.
He points it out in a loud whisper during lunch, elbowing Luffy so hard he nearly drops his meat. โHey. Hey. Why does she keep sitting next to Tra-guy?โ
Luffy squints across the room, chewing thoughtfully. โHuh? Oh yeah. She does that.โ
Nami follows his gaze and freezes. You were leaning in close to Law, head tilted as he showed you something on a map. Too close. Lawโs arm was rigid at his side, jaw tight, eyes focused far too intensely on the parchment.
Robin smiles faintly. โThatโs interesting,โ she says, folding her arms. โHeโs also been watching her whenever she leaves a room.โ
Usoppโs eyes widened. โThatโs creepy.โ
โNo,โ Robin replies pleasantly. โThatโs affection.โ
Across the room, you laugh at something Law mutters. Itโs soft. Private. And for just a second, Lawโs shoulders relax.
Nami smirks. โGive it three days.โ
โThree days for what?โ Luffy asks.
โFor him to realize heโs already lost.โ
The days pass. Never quite the same since the Straw Hats stepped into his life. And somewhere along the way, a quiet warmth settles into the hollow of Lawโs chest, unnoticed at first, until he finally allows himself to acknowledge it.
Allows himself to be interested in you.
Law prides himself on control. On understanding systems. Bodies. Cause and effect. But there was never supposed to be space for you. You donโt fit.
You make his chest tighten at inconvenient moments. You make his focus slip. You make him hyper aware of where you are in a room, how close you stand, the way your voice lowers when you speak to him like youโre sharing a secret.
Itโs distracting. And itโs starting to piss him off.
So one night, when most of the crew is already asleep he corners you in the infirmary.
โYou need to stop,โ he says, closing the door behind him.
โStop what?โ you ask, genuinely confused.
He exhales slowly through his nose. โThis behavior.โ
You tilt your head. โYouโll have to be more specific, Doctor.โ
He hates that you make him spell it out. โThe comments. The proximity. Theโ โ he gestures vaguely, frustrated with himself now, โ... tone. Itโs unnecessary.โ
A beat. Then you smile. Soft. Knowing. And this new behavior, not really new because he already saw it in the sparkle of your eyes before.ย
โOh,โ you say lightly. โI was wondering how long itโd take you to say something.โ
Thatโฆ wasnโt the response he expected. โYou were aware of it?โ he asks.
โOf course.โ You step closer, deliberately slow. โIโm flirting with you, Law.โ
There it is.
Clear. Direct. No ambiguity.
His brain stutters. โโฆYou are,โ he says flatly.
โYes.โ
โWhy?โ
You laugh quietly. โDoes there have to be a strategic reason?โ
He opens his mouth. Closes it. โโฆI donโt know how to respond to that,โ he admits.
You stop just in front of him, close enough to feel his warmth, his scent, but give him enough space if he wants it. It takes effort from him to not step back.
โYou donโt have to do anything special,โ you say gently. โI just wanted you to know.โ
โThatโs the problem,โ he replies, voice lower. โI donโt know. Every response I consider seemsโฆ incorrect.โ
You study him for a moment. He watches you too, grey eyes unfocused, thoughts spiraling somewhere he hasnโt quite learned how to navigate yet.
โIf you donโt like this,โ you say quietly, carefully, โI can stop.โ
โโฆI donโt dislike it,โ he cuts in almost immediately. Then, softer, like a confession: โI just donโt know what comes next. I wasnโt prepared.โ
Your heart stutters.
So you reach for his hand slowly, giving him time to pull away. He doesnโt. His fingers tense, then curl around yours with surprising firmness.
โPrepared for what?โ you murmur.
โFor wanting you to keep doing it.โ
Silence settles between you. You smile โ not teasing this time. Something warmer.
โThen weโll go slow,โ you say. โAlliance pace.โ
He exhales sharply. โYouโre infuriating.โ
โMm. Youโll survive.โ
And thatโs how it starts.ย With a fragile understanding. An unspoken agreement that something has shifted between the two of you, and neither of you is quite sure where it will lead.ย
***
Law does not sleep that night. Not because heโs injured. Not because of strategy. But because his mind wonโt stop replaying your voice. Your closeness. The warmth of your hand in his. The way you looked at him when you smiled.
Just before dawn, he comes to a conclusion. If this is going to continue, he needs to reciprocate. Thatโs how this works โ he assumes.
So he plans. Badly.
The next afternoon, he finds you alone on deck, leaning against the railing, watching the sea. Perfect. Controlled environment. Minimal witnesses. He approaches you. โYouโreโฆ standing differently today,โ he says.
You glance over. โDifferently?โ
โYes.โ He nods once, confident. โYesterday, your weight distribution favored your left side. Indicative of fatigue. Today, itโs evenly balanced.โ
You stare at him. โโฆSo I look well-rested?โ
โThis is a simplified interpretation,โ he replies. โBut yes.โ
You smile despite yourself. โThank you, I think.โ
Law winces. That hadnโt sounded right. Clearly not the reaction he was aiming for. He clears his throat, fingers curling into the hem of his coat like heโs grounding himself.
โIโve also noticed,โ he continues, โthat since you joined the alliance, there has been a measurable shift in my crew behavior.โ
You turn fully toward him now. โMeasurable?โ
โStatistically speaking, your presence has had a positive impact on crew morale.โ
You bite your lip, fighting a smile. โOh?โ
โYes. Youโreโฆ efficient. In a social sense.โ
From behind the mast, Nami clamps a hand over her mouth. Usopp silently screams. Robin looks delighted.
โYouโre saying Iโm good for morale?โ you ask, clearly amused.
Law hesitates. โโฆIn simplified terms, yes.โ
You step closer, tilting your head. โLaw. Are you trying to flirt with me?โ
His face goes completely still.
โโฆYes,โ he admits after a beat. โIs it not working?โ
You laugh, a soft and fond expression on your face. โItโsโฆ not traditional.โ
โI suspected as much,โ he mutters. โI researched nothing.โ
You reach out and take his hand without hesitation. He tenses for half a second, then relaxes, his fingers instinctively lacing with yours. โYou donโt have to try so hard,โ you say gently. โI like you the way you are.โ
His chest tightens. โโฆNoted,โ he says quietly. โBut Iโd still like to improve.โ
You squeeze his hand. โWe can practice.โ
Behind you, the Straw Hats collectively lose their minds. Sanji drops to his knees. Usopp celebrates in complete silence. Nami smirks as she holds out her hand toward Zoro, collecting her hard-earned money. Robin smiles, watching the scene with serene satisfaction.
And Law, still awkward, still terribly bad at flirting looks at you like heโs willing to study this feeling until he finally understands it.
***
Through forced training and relentless practice โ thanks to Sanji and Usopp mostly โ Law has started to feel freer. Less rigid. Less painfully aware of how awkward he can be when it comes to courting you.
Courting.
A word he picked up from Sanji, one heโs clung to in a way that surprises even him. Something sincere. Intentional. Passionate. A feeling he was never taught to recognize, yet one that makes perfect sense whenever his thoughts drift to you. Being respectful. Being honest. Finding the right words and the right gestures, too.
And over time, he started noticing the subtle details of your body: the way you react to a light touch, the tension in your shoulders, the way your breathing changes when his fingers drift too close to a sensitive spot. But also, more than anything, the way you electrify his mind and his skin with a single touch, how you make him weak, make him want you even more. Always.
And maybe this is what all that clumsy learning was leading him toward to this moment, where theory finally met the practice.
His touch is always tentative at first. Careful. He treats you like unfamiliar land. His hands map you, pause when you inhale sharply, adjust when you lean closer. He really takes his time noticing everything. And now, heโs starting to know your body better.
โโฆThere,โ he murmurs under his breath, more to himself than to you. โThat reactionโฆ did I cause that?โ
You nod, smiling faintly. โYeah.โ
He files it away quickly in the back of his mind. Each touch after that grows more confident. Still gentle but deliberate now. Like heโs connecting patterns. Cause and effect.
His fingers trace the sensitive swell of your breasts, then drift lower, following the subtle line of your stomach, dipping beneath your hips. You arch immediately, your breath hitching, and he smiles faintly. Internal satisfaction mixing with lust. He adjusts, presses harder where you respond, your mouth round and glossy, almost begging for more.
When he leans down to press a kiss to your collarbone, your fingers slide into his hair, tugging him closer. He groans softly at the contact.
With his hand, he reaches down, his thumb dragging through the slickness between your thighs. Youโre soaking, your natural lubrication coating his fingers and dripping onto the sheets.
โYouโre so wet,โ he growls softly, almost in disbelief. Two fingers brush along your slit, wetting them before sinking into you without any resistance. โShitโฆ it just slides right in.โ
And youโre almost certain itโs desire speaking for him, not his brain, but it still makes you blush at how lewd it sounds.
His fingers move fast, so fast. Each thrust precise, controlled, yet desperate all at once. He feels your walls clench around him with every movement, and it makes him lose what little composure he had left. His breathing turns short and uneven, his mouth pressing against your breast, as if he were the one being toyed with. He feels you tighten even more around his fingers, and it draws a low groan from his throat, overwhelmed by the way your body responds to him.
You moan softly, a helpless sound slipping from your lips above his head and it makes something inside him tighten.
The sound is raw, unrestrained. And suddenly he canโt stop himself from talking, from telling you exactly what youโre doing to him. His voice is rough, urgent, spilling out with every breath.
โYou feelโฆ so goodโฆ like thisโฆ I canโtโฆโ he pants, pressing closer, brushing his lips over your nipple. Every movement, every gasp, every tremor of your body is proof of how perfect this is. How much he wants to give, how much he needs you to feel it too.
So this is what Sanji meant, he thinks distantly. Courting. Paying attention. Not taking but giving. And he wants to give you so much that a shy whimper slips from his mouth.
โLawโฆโ you whine softly.
โYeah?โ
โI want it insideโฆโ
โHmโฆโ Heโs already lost. โWhat inside?โ
โWant it inside,โ you repeat, this time pressing your hand against the bulge in his pants and he gathers every ounce of restraint he has not to grind into your touch.
Instead, he lifts himself toward your face and kisses your warm mouth. Itโs messy and wet, but he doesnโt care, heโs too busy tugging his pants down with long, angular fingers still slick with your fluids. He doesnโt even bother undressing properly, just pushes them down far enough to free himself, strokes his cock a few times then presses into you.
When he finally enters you, itโs slow, deliberate, almost clinical, until he hears you whimper his name.
โMmโฆ you like that?โ he murmurs against your neck. A low sound slips from his throat as he starts to move, carefully. In his mind, heโs mapping the internal sensations. Heโs a doctor, so of course he knows the placement of every nerve ending, but feeling them pulse and clench around him is an entirely different story.
And even as he experiences those sensations with you, he canโt stop watching you. Watching, again and again, the way you react. The way your body jolts when he reaches a certain depth. How your fingers dig into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. He adjusts his angle by just a few degrees โ and fuck, there it is. That exact spot. The one that makes you cry out.
There, he thinks, a slow smirk finally tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Itโs deeply satisfying, in a way that goes far beyond pleasure. He isnโt just having sex, heโs studying you. He wants to be the best youโve ever had, not out of ego, but because the idea of anyone else knowing the map of your body better than him is unbearable.
Lawโs large, tattooed hands slide over your hips, thumbs pressing into the dip of your pelvic bone. His mind flickers briefly to the pudendal nerve, the most important conductor of sensation here. He leans down, lips brushing your ear, voice dropping, rougher now.
โYour skinโs so hot,โ he breathes. โMmโฆ blood flowโs all concentrated in your pelvic floor.โ A quiet groan escapes him. โYouโreโฆ fuckโ youโre really ready for me.โ
He pushes into you again, with a slow and an agonizing push. Your eyes roll back and a broken moan spills from your throat. โAhโ Lawโฆโ He stills, buried deep inside you, breathing hard.
He makes a mental note of everything: your strained voice, the way your body arches into the mattress, the way your pussy slicks even more around his cock. His hips begin to move in slow, deliberate circles, grinding into that deep spot, until your breath stutters.
He is notย smooth or seductive like a master of seduction, but devastatingly precise. Efficient. He experiments with the angle of his hips, rotating slightly until your internal muscles clamp around him in a frantic, involuntary rhythm.
โItโs here, hmโฆ?โ he murmurs. You donโt even know if itโs a question, but thereโs something almost condescending in his tone, and it makes you spill a needy sound out of you, a soft, helpless little mewl.
Your fingers twist in the sheets, knuckles white. โI see,โ he mutters. โMaybe your g-spot.. fuckโ, what if I apply upward pressureโฆโ
He thrusts again, harder, hooking his hands under your thighs to pull you closer, forcing his cock to go deep. The wet, obscene sound of skin against skin fills the room.
โLawโ!โ you scream, body arching off the mattress.
Watching your chest heave, hearing the high, shattered sounds youโre making, his heart rate spikes. Heโs not just a doctor anymore but a man utterly obsessed with the way your body reacts to him.
One hand reaches down, long fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves, his thumb pressing, circling, perfectly timed with his thrusts. Internal. External. Every sensation layered with surgical precision.
โLook at me,โ he orders, voice dropping so deep that your pussy tightens up a little. When you do, you see the raw, desperate hunger in his gaze.ย โIโm going to make youโฆโ His breath stutters. โโฆIโm going to make you come so hard you forget your own name.โ A strained groan slips out. โThatโ mm.. alright with you?โ
You donโt even get the chance to answer. He speeds up, thrusts turning deep, urgent, almost desperate. When you finally break, your body convulsing in a powerful orgasm, he watches every muscle contraction with a mixture of pride and pure, unadulterated lust. He doesnโt pause, no,ย but matches your rhythm, trusts perfectly in time with your spams. And everything drives him higher, faster but heโs not done yet.ย
โYouโre not over yet, right?โ, he leans closer to you, his eyes darken with need. โBecause I want to tryโฆ other things with you.โ
Letโs just sayโฆ Law learns to be better, a little less awkward, every single day.
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