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“I want to be rougher this time,” said Law. “Is that all right?”
Your pulse stumbled. Law’s voice thrummed across your skin like static from an oncoming storm.
You nodded. His stare demanded more than silence. You added a soft, “Yes.”
Law’s gaze licked over your form. You were used to it being cool and detached, like steel. Now it reminded you of heavy smoke from rampaging flames, leaving a scorching trail across your skin.
Two tattooed fingers slipped under your chin. “Pick a safe word.”
Your mouth would’ve fallen open if not for Law’s hand. You fought against the sudden urge to rub your thighs together.
“Rosemary,” you blurted. If you slurred it enough, it might sound like “mercy.” How fitting.
Law dropped his hand and turned away. With his back to you, he uttered his first order.
“Strip.”
[Potential Spoiler Warnings for One Piece Arcs will be included before each chapter (if applicable).]
Content Warning: Mentions of really great sex, she/her pronouns briefly used.
Potential Arc Spoilers: None.
This is a snippet of a future piece I'm working on! Check out the prequel here on AO3.
You had to be dreaming.
You were a little sore for just a dream. Kind of like the aftermath of a weightlifting session you’d never tried before, but a lot more satisfying. That was a point towards the “real” category.
You were tempted to ignore it and just slip back into slumber. Then lips pressed against your brow. Long fingers gently played with yours. Point? Real.
Your eyes remained shut as you felt out the rest of your body. The aches (mostly your thighs), the warmth pressed up against your cheek, the slow rhythm of beats that thundered against your ear.
Your eyes fluttered open.
Your pillow of choice was his tattooed chest. You laid there in still disbelief, debating if you should shut your eyes again. Last night was too good. The most vivid dream you’d ever had. It played like a movie on repeat in your mind. It couldn't possibly be real.
And yet, you were lying on the evidence that definitely counted towards the “real” category.
You shifted just enough to pull yourself up. Ah, yes. Your legs were done for. There might be a few days ahead of you with no walking. You’d have to come up with some sort of way to get around —
You forgot all of that when you looked up and met Law’s gaze.
His expression was soft. It was nearly unrecognizable: the sweetest you’d ever seen it. It was almost like staring at someone else’s face, it was such a drastic change from Law’s deadpan expression. The steel of his eyes matched gentle rain clouds. There was a crinkle around his eyes instead of his brows. The person below you radiated pure…joy.
You grinned. “Good morning.”
Law smiled back. Idly he tucked a stray hair from your face, hooking it behind your ear. “Good afternoon.”
You blinked a few times. Had you heard him right?
Reluctantly, you turned away from Law to glance at the glass french doors, past the balcony.
Your jaw dropped. The sun was inches away from meeting the sea’s horizon, with little glints of purple already threatening to overwrite the bright, stunning orange.
You turned back to Law. His hand curled under your chin as he inspected you.
“Was it too much?” A hint of that furrow in Law’s brows was back, but the concern didn't feel clinical. There was a warmth to it.
“No,” you shook your head, “Not at all. Hancock’s been keeping me up all night with sleepovers since I got here. I think that’s the most I've slept since I’ve come back. Or ever.”
“Good,” said Law.
Law’s thumb gently pressed against your bottom lip. You jolted on top of him. He smiled.
“I’ll get you a new headboard,” he added nonchalantly.
“What?”
Your eyes drifted away from Law to the pillows propped up behind him. For the first time, you realized you were slightly at an angle. The whole bed was.
Sure enough, the headboard behind Law was littered in cracks that erupted into splinters. Finger-shaped indents marred the top.
Smugness oozed from Law as your gaze returned to him.
“You don't look very guilty,” you said.
“You don't seem that remorseful, either.” Law’s fingers continued their tracing, dipping down from your lips, caressing your jawline, trailing a path down your throat with the tingle of an electric current.
“What’s sad is I don't even remember it breaking,” you admitted.
“It was round three.”
“Oh.” A blush seared your cheeks at the memory. You had been very preoccupied then. “That…makes sense.”
“Mmm.” Law leaned forward. His fingers returned to your chin again, guiding your lips to his mouth.
Another jolt ran through your body. His lips were soft, especially when they just brushed against yours like this.
It was a slow, simple kiss, yet it was enough to completely wipe your brain and make your thighs clench together (then ache in protest).
Law pulled away. He wore the new lovesick smile of the happy stranger again. “You really need to brush your teeth.”
Your eyes widened. A hand flew to your mouth.
Law’s chest rumbled beneath you as he chuckled. He pulled your hand away to steal another kiss.
It suddenly occurred to you that you might’ve been due for a shower. Law helped you clean up last night, but you were incredibly self-conscious about whatever glow you had about you now. You’d been sleeping long enough that there was a crank in your neck that only hot water could solve. And you didn't want to even think about your hair…
“Um, can I have a human minute?” you said.
“Of course.”
“Thanks.”
Law sat up, pulling you with him. The bed groaned in protest. You had a feeling that more than just the headboard had been broken last night. But that was Future Y/N’s problem. Current Y/N faced a far more hazardous foe.
The bathroom door was so far away. You’d never thought much of it before, but there was a lot of ground to cover from your bed to the door.
You wiggled out of Law’s lap, and swung your legs over the bed. Your head swam. It took a full minute for the vertigo to wear off, and when it did, multiple muscles were yelling at you.
Law moved to your side and planted a kiss on your shoulder (on top of one of the hickies he’d left). He said, “Think you can walk?”
“Ha-ha.” You rolled your eyes, but you really doubted your attempt to stand would go well. It definitely wouldn't be attractive if you fell on your ass.
“Would you like an escort?” The amused hum following Law’s offer promised teasing later.
“...Yes, please.”
Law gathered you in his arms again. He rose from the bed, lifting you effortlessly. What a showoff.
Your dreaded hike to the bathroom was conquered in seconds. You breathed a silent sigh of relief.
Law set you down. He gripped your hips when you teetered on your feet.
“Okay?” said Law.
“I’m fine,” you promised, and thankfully your voice was steadier than your thoughts. “Thank you.”
Law hummed. His lips brushed your hairline. “Take your time.”
You tried not to wobble too much as you slipped inside.
You went straight to the mirror once the door shut. You leaned most of your weight on the counter as you stood still, inspecting what view Law had woken up to this morning (err, afternoon).
You noticed the hickies first. That was no surprise: Law was a biter. He’d left a fair share along your throat, spotted along your collarbone. You idly traced them with a finger as you studied them.
You didn't see any bruises. With Law treating you like glass all the time, and his ungodly restraint, that was hardly an issue (but something to consider when you’d just fucked an ex-Warlord). Your headboard had taken more damage than you did.
The broken remains of it flashed before your mind. Was he really a virgin?
Your reflection’s eyes narrowed. You doubted Law would lie, but still. He was good. Too good. What virgin could make you squirt during foreplay, with just his mouth and fingers —?
Your reflection bit her bottom lip. You’d been a little weak in the knees for those specific attributes of Law, anyway. That didn't help your case much.
Your gaze trailed up to your hair. It was a hot, frizzy mess. But your reflection had a giant grin on her face like she didn't care at all.
You followed Law’s advice and took your time. It was hard not to, especially in the shower. Memories flooded your mind, flushing your cheeks as your hands drifted over where his fingers had been, which parts of your body he’d lingered on, the little echoes of pleasure from how it felt…it definitely didn't take your mind off things, but the warm water did wonders to all the soreness.
When you were done, you wrapped yourself in a towel and paused before the door. Your heart slammed against the confines of your chest like a wild animal. You would’ve thought it had been thoroughly tuckered out after last night. How could it possibly keep going like this?
You took a deep breath. You could still feel that giant grin on your face, stretching your cheeks.
You wedged the door open and returned to your bedroom.
Law lounged against your broken bed in his jeans. He looked through one of your books.
You traced the lines of his tattooed with your eyes, then you had to stop yourself. It was a shame (not) that Law didn't follow his mandatory boiler suit rule: sentences were a lot harder to form with him like this.
Law’s steel gaze found yours. Little static shocks trickled over your bare skin.
Law left the book and the bed behind. His eyes freely roamed your body now. It gave you a little sense of power, captivating someone so completely in just a towel.
Law leaned down for another kiss. You halted him with a finger. “I need to put some stuff on my face first. Do you mind?”
Law hummed as he pulled back. He followed you to your vanity.
You let him sit first, then settled on his lap.
“I got food when you’re ready,” said Law over your shoulder.
“You’re amazing, thanks — wait. How did you manage that?” you glanced back at Law.
You were under the impression that Law only trespassed to your bedroom on the island. It was the safer assumption (for Law’s sake — and the fact that it was pretty romantic that he broke into the palace just to see you).
Law raised his hand. “Five-finger discount.”
You shook your head, smiling. “You’re impossible.”
“I was taking a cut on your behalf. You make snacks for Hancock-ya all the time,” said Law.
“She’s got a weak stomach, especially in the mornings…probably from all the wine,” you muttered.
Law watched over your shoulder as you went to work on your face routine. Your fingers were way more awkward with him watching, but he didn't seem to notice. His arms remained wrapped around your waist, entranced as he studied you in the mirror.
“What’s that do?” he asked.
“It's moisturizer. Want some?”
“Another time.” Law kissed your shoulder, on another hickey. “You do this every day?”
You nodded. “Morning and night — you know, except for today.”
Law hummed against your throat. He breathed deeply into your hair and coaxed a yelp out of you when he squeezed your thighs. It was the most touchy Law had ever been with you.
“And you say I’m needy,” you said with a smile.“I’ve been in close quarters with Luffy-ya for over a week,” Law buried his face in the crook where your shoulder and throat met. He inhaled deeply and sighed, holding you tighter. “Compared to that, this is heaven.”
This is a snippet of a future piece I'm working on! Check out the prequel here on AO3.
This is a snippet of a future piece I'm working on! Check out the prequel here on AO3.
The day you’d longed for was finally here.
You tried very hard to dull the excited glint in your eyes. Even during your goodbyes on Zou, you bit back smiles and quenched more than a few mindless hums. You’d miss everyone, of course…but your departure meant one thing. Well, two.
Returning to the Polar Tang, and (drumroll, please:) alone time with Law.
You had very high hopes for the second one. You practically skipped through the Polar Tang’s familiar stormy gray halls laced with lightning yellow trim. The familiar hum of the submarine tingled across your skin (that might’ve been the AC, but whatever).
Then Law opened the door to his office.
An avalanche of papers spewed out, pouring into the hall.
You and Law stood trapped in the doorway, ankle-deep in Paper Cuts Central. Your stomach took a plunge: it wasn't exactly the homecoming you’d been dreaming of.
Law’s face defaulted to its natural deadpan expression, as if he’d expected this. “Y/N-ya, put on some gloves.”
“I’m not that danger-prone — ouch! Kidding, I’m kidding…”
Law cleared a path to his desk as you plucked random papers from the heaps. Some of them were old Warlord missives. That was good: with Law’s title revoked, you could toss them into the shredder. A tsunami-sized pile of diagnoses would have to be tended to, though…
Law lent you a pair of fancy leather gloves as you sorted through the stacks. You thought about turning them down, but if it made him feel better, fine. Law had more to worry about than your old opponent: paper cuts.
When you could finally see the floor, Law abandoned his stack.
“That's enough. I wanted to show you something,” said Law.
You stopped in your tracks. The mess of documents you held bit into your forearms. You barely noticed the prick of the fang-like corners.
Trafalgar D. Law didn't believe in his breaks. It was almost a routine to drag him away from his desk at two a.m. or drug him with nighttime cold medicine.
Whatever Law had in mind, it must’ve been massive.
“Okay,” you said.
Law relieved you of your pile of papers, dumping it on his desk with the others. You watched, mystified, as he turned his back on the trembling heaps and moved to the corner of his office.
You followed him to a little nook between bookshelves. Shadows concealed the area like cobwebs. Your eyes widened.
“What's this?” You gestured at the metal door before you.
You’d never given it much thought before. You assumed it was a closet where Law stored office supplies or medical knick-knacks (Law insisted those weren't “knick-knacks,” but that was easier to pronounce than what was printed on the labels).
Law propped the door open. He flicked on the lights.
“My room,” he said.
You had to physically make an effort to keep your jaw off the floor.
You’d visited the Polar Tang for two whole years, and you had never seen Law’s bedroom. You’d come to the conclusion that he probably crashed on the couch behind his desk.
No one had ever mentioned Law’s room in passing, either…
You steeled yourself, squaring your shoulders. This was a big gesture on Law’s part. You weren't going to squander it.
You squeezed past him and stepped inside.
Law’s scent hit you as soon as you entered. You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with spearmint. The smell had a weird way of silencing your brain and making your heart race at the same time.
Warm lamplight melted the cool blue tint from a panel of glass lining the walls, looking out at the ocean’s depths. The spectacular view was the only comparison Law’s bedroom had with his office.
You waded deeper into the room. Gentle grays mixed with a blue that reminded you of deoxygenized blood running through veins. It seemed like the perfect place to snuggle in, if you were a polar bear looking to hibernate for a couple of months (you wondered if Law had designed it that way on purpose).
You parked your shoes by the entrance, next to another pair of Law’s. Little tufts of the black carpet curled between your toes.
You looked back at Law as if for approval to go deeper in. You were itching to explore, but it was still Law’s space.
The door fell shut at Law’s back. He mirrored you, slipping off his shoes and stuffing his hands into his jean pockets.
When Law straightened, he bowed his head in your direction — you took it as a sign to keep going.
You approached the nearest wall first. Glass cases glittered across it. You bit back a smile: you had found Law’s famous (yet supposedly secret) coin collection.
You pointed to one of the glistening coppers. “I like that one.”
Law leaned in, looking over your shoulder. “That’s one of my favorites. It's from Sabody. Found it the day I met Straw Hat-ya.”
“A memorable day.” You smiled back at him.
“Seared into my memory, that's for sure.”
You laughed and continued your browsing.
The bookshelves were next. There weren't as many medical encyclopedias as you expected.
You crouched down to skim the lower shelves. Most of them were Sora: Warrior of the Sea comic books (and the occasional limited-edition graphic novel). The ones with elaborate covers that shone in the lamplight were on display.
You pointed to one of them. “That’s really cool.”
Law crouched down next to you. “Only a few hundred of those were made. They were released at a con a few years ago.”
“I didn't know you liked those,” you said.
“Some,” Law lamented. “I prefer when they’re not busy. The crew likes to go.”
Both of you rose to your feet. You were nearing Law’s bed, but that wasn't your end goal per se. You were too busy relishing in all the new secrets you’d just unlocked.
You paused in front of Law’s nightstand. It mirrored yours on Maiden Island, decorated with photos in frames or taped to the wall.
The Heart Pirates dominated most of the photos. Candid snapshots of crew gatherings, birthday parties, and bar hangs were captured in each one. There was also the classic foursome: Law with Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin. They looked a lot younger in those.
Your gaze drifted down to the framed pictures on the nightstand. One was a little too familiar.
“Is that…me?” you said.
The photo was definitely not recent. You could tell from your hairstyle and the clothes you wore. If you had to estimate, it looked like it was from your time under Pops — before you’d even met Law —
Law snatched the photo before you could inspect it further.
“Sorry,” mumbled Law. “Marco-ya gave it to me years ago.”
“Oh.” Your brows furrowed. You sensed a story, but you decided to keep quiet. You didn't want to push Law too much.
Law’s steel gaze fixated on the floor. The flaming tips of his ears were even more noticeable in the cool-toned room.
“I have pictures of you, too, you know,” you added. “They’re your wanted posters, though. We should fix that.”
You and Law shared a smile. You returned to your self-guided tour.
When you reached the next photo, your heart twisted like a wrung-out towel.
It was an old newspaper clipping. The article itself had been snipped away, leaving only the photo: a couple and two kids smiling at the camera, posing in an old hospital waiting room. Their eyes were bright and sparkling despite the lack of color.
You felt yourself lean forward for a closer look. Law stiffened next to you.
The man looked like an older (and less buff) version of Law. A light stubble clung to the bottom half of his face, and even though his hair was shorter, it had the same choppy, haphazardness to it.
The woman beside him reminded you of the color brown: everything about her seemed to radiate warmth, even in black and white. The only exception was her eyes — like Law’s, there was a heavy intelligence to her gaze. Something that could cut.
“They’re beautiful,” you murmured. If there was ever a photo that was picture-perfect, it was this one. “You look so much like your dad. And you have your mom’s eyes.”
Law remained silent.
You hesitated before the photo, wondering if you should linger. You didn't want to make Law uncomfortable, but this was a golden opportunity you never knew you’d have: a chance to see part of Law’s childhood up close. A chance to see his family.
You couldn't pass it up.
Your eyes lingered on the little girl. Everyone on the Polar Tang knew her birthday.
“I love Lami’s smile,” you murmured. “She looks like someone who would be fun to talk to.”
Law’s hands were shoved back into his pockets. When he looked at his sister’s full-toothed grin, his steel gaze softened to mist.
“...She was,” he said.
Your eyes drifted to the boy next to Lami, holding her hand. You muffled a gasp.
“And that's you right there, beside her?” you said.
Law nodded.
You grinned. The fangirl in you took over.
“You look so cute! You still had your hat back then, too —! And the look on your face, that deadpan expression —!”
Law reached over you and flipped the photo down.
You looked back at Law, then bit down on your lip. Hard. It took every bit of self control you had not to burst out laughing.
You thought you’d seen Law blush the brightest anyone ever has the night of your first kiss when he nearly bit your tongue off. Bubbling magma was cooler than the red tones that currently warmed his face.
“Should’ve scrubbed the place before you came in,” Law muttered to himself.
“Aww, don't say that! I like it here,” you pouted.
Law tugged down the rim of his hat. His eyes were hidden from view. “You don't have to lie.”
“I’m not.” You plopped down on Law’s bed, arms crossed. “There’s a lot to like.”
A doubtful hmph escaped Law. He returned your picture to the nightstand and righted the one of his family (facing them away from you) before taking a seat next to you.
The air crackled with Law’s new closeness. You swallowed. Static shocks and racing hearts were common when Law was near, but this was…different. Your body tensed for something unknown, something thrilling — like a tornado forming in the sky.
Law’s breath hitched next to you. You wondered if he felt it, too.
You absently stroked his sheets, focusing on their silky texture and not on the way the skin of your hand was buzzing.
“Your sheets are nice.” Your voice came out a lot calmer than you felt.
Law shrugged. “It's a seal blanket from the North Blue. It stays cool.”
“I like it — it reminds me of the silk sheets I was trying out on Maiden Island…” you took a deep breath, hoping the delivery of your next line was smooth. “I hoped they wouldn't be uncomfortable for you…if you ever spent the night.”
Law froze. So much for being smooth.
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The Heart Pirates were convinced you were of magical origin. There was no way that Trafalgar D. Law, Warlord, Casual Coin Collector, Tattoo Enthusiast, Replacing-Heads-With-Bombs Surgeon of Death, would ever go near a baby shower.
Well, the Grand Line was the place for impossible things.
The Polar Tang bobbed in the water next to what you could only describe as a floating castle. The ship(?) waded in the middle of the sea like its own island. Its towering, stone walls threw a shadow across the water.
As soon as you boarded, gunmen pointed rifles at Law’s head.
You dove in front of Law, arms spread. “Um, can you not? He’s my date.”
Law glared over your head. A low growl escaped his lips. “Beat it.”
The night was off to a great start.
You were escorted inside. Another barrier awaited you: anyone that met with Bege was to be spotless and spectacularly dressed.
You waved timidly to Law as you headed to the woman’s bathing suite. He looked ready to tear off the head of the gangster next to him.
~*~
When you and Chiffon arrived at the sitting room, the men were already gathered.
“Try anything funny, Trafalgar, and I’ll stick a bullet in your brain.”
“You return Y/N-ya to me in less than perfect condition, they’ll never find all the pieces left of you.”
“Hey, is that your submarine outside? It’s real nice! Just like a Germa ship-rero!”
“It is NOT like those Germa vermin. Don't insult my ship!”
Bege’s eyes sparkled when Chiffon entered the room. All death threats were forgotten. His coat billowed behind him as he went to his wife. “Chiffon!”
Chiffon chuckled as he placed a kiss on her hand. Your gaze drifted to Law. Your breath stopped.
You’d never seen Law dressed up before, and it made your brain short-circuit. Law’s hat was missing, revealing his spiked hair. Based on the way the strands glistened in the light, hair gel fought to keep it down, and lost. A black-collared shirt was rolled up to his forearms, teasing some of his tattoos. A tight-fitting, navy blue waistcoat clung to his torso.
The longer you stared, the more your throat started to constrict in new, uncomfortable ways. Would you stutter if you spoke to him? You hoped not.
You ignored the way your heels wobbled under you and walked up to Law.
“You look amazing,” you said (your internal monologue cheered you on for not tripping over your words).
A rare smirk tugged at Law’s lips. His gaze licked over you, making you shift uneasily.
“What is it?” you asked.
Law gestured between you. “We match.”
You glanced down at your dress. You’d already forgotten its existence. It looked like it was cut from the same fabric of Law’s waistcoat, with gentle waves of blue cascading down your shins. You grinned at the comparison.
It dawned on you that the room was dead silent. When you glanced around, everyone was looking at you and Law.
“Hmph,” a puff of cigar smoke escaped Bege, as if he were trying to hold back a laugh.
Your brow dipped. Before you could question it, one of the gangsters rolled out a dessert tray.
Everyone seated themselves as the gangsters set the coffee table. Law sat with you on one of the settees. Chiffon and Bege took the one across from you.
“We have some more healthier options if you’d like,” Chiffon offered as Law eyed the platters of glossy cakes. “Can you please bring out some bread —?”
You made a face. Chiffon paused, looking at you.
“Law doesn't like bread,” you explained.
Law stiffened beside you. Bege’s cigar bobbed up and down as he spoke, “You don't like bread?”
Law turned to you. His voice was low. “I never told you that.”
You shrugged. Law avoided most carbs, except for rice. Maybe it was a health thing, tied to being a surgeon? Nevertheless, you had picked up on his aversion to it.
“You never eat it. Sometimes you make a face at it, like you’re trying to pulverize it with your eyes,” you chuckled.
A soft snort escaped Law. When he looked away, you could’ve sworn his lip was slightly curved up.
“How far along are you?” asked Law.
“My due date’s in two weeks,” said Chiffon brightly.
You glanced around. Aside from the four of you, only Bege’s men were present. You didn't spot any of Chiffon’s relatives. “Is it just us?”
Baby showers were typically thrown by a friend, not the person who was pregnant. If anything, Bege and the gangsters seemed to be playing that role.
“Yes,” Chiffon’s smile was apologetic. “Brulee stopped by earlier. I thought it would be easier for you, since last time…”
“Oh! We got something for you,” you tiptoed past that topic as diplomatically as you could. You refused to let your adventures on Whole Cake Island dampen Chiffon’s evening.
Law held up the gift bag for you. He set it on the coffee table.
“You didn't have to do that,” Chiffon’s cheeks bloomed a delicate, rosy hue as Bege took the present. He removed one of the packages sticking out of it. Similar to Law opening your letters, Bege sliced open the wrapping and handed it to Chiffon.
Chiffon carefully removed the contents. Bege looked over her shoulder with wide eyes. “Oh…”
You tucked a hair behind your ear as it was unveiled. You didn't know much about Bege, except for the fact that he seemed to have a classy aesthetic. Chiffon was also one of the best bakers in Big Mom’s territory. You’d settled on fancy baking utensils with elegantly-twirled metal; the cutting board Chiffon held could’ve been mistaken for a painting without a frame.
“It’s nice,” Bege’s voice was low with awe.
Chiffon giggled. “This is perfect, Y/N! Bege loves art. You know us well.”
“There’s more baby stuff at the bottom, but I thought you’d like it,” you smiled. “If you’re into art, you should check out Law’s tattoos.”
Everyone’s stares sank heavily upon you. The comment had just slipped out. You didn't know where it came from — or that it was even there, swirling around in your head. Your internal monologue screamed obscenities at you in the awkward silence that followed.
“Do tell.” Bege eyed Law with interest.
Law sighed. He sat up as he unfastened the buttons to his shirt.
You swallowed louder than necessary. It hadn't been an invitation for Law to undress, but you certainly weren't going to tell him that.
Bege leaned forward as Law pulled the flaps of his shirt away, revealing the flaming heart underneath. Your gaze lingered longer than necessary on the chiseled lines of muscle. Was Law more…well-endowed than before? The memory of his bare chest in the woods was seared into your memory. He seemed in impeccable shape then: it was nearly ridiculous to think he could look any better.
“Captain of the Heart Pirates is very fitting,” Chiffon looked between you and Law’s chest, as if clearly stating, you haven't done anything about that yet? What are you waiting for?
“Who’s it meant for?” said Bege.
Law’s expression darkened. He didn't bother buttoning the rest of his shirt; he settled for knotting one and letting his tattoos peek out.
“Sorry, contemplating art is a hobby of his,” Chiffon gently squeezed Bege’s arm. “If it's too intrusive —”
“It’s for Cora-san,” said Law.
Law’s arms crossed over the heart tattoo. You could feel his resistance to discuss the subject further. The same emotion that tightened his eyes on Punk Hazard returned.
“He was…” Law’s lashes fluttered. He glared at the ground as he searched for the right word.
“Someone very dear to you?” Chiffon added softly.
Law dipped his head. Chiffon’s smile touched your heart. “They look beautiful. I’m sure Cora-san would be very proud. You’re right, Y/N: he’s practically a walking work of art!”
Heat inflamed your face. “I — I didn't say that!”
“Sure,” Chiffon winked at you. Bege laughed as you groaned.
“You’re lucky to have a woman who puts up with you, Trafalgar,” Bege removed his cigar briefly. Smoke curled around his words.
It was easier to spot the red tips of Law’s ears without his hat. He continued to glare at the ground.
One of Bege’s men leaned over the couch towards you. “You should’ve seen him when you weren't in the room-rorero! He was a real grouch, and then the minute you walk in, he's all smiles — just like Father with Madame!”
Law scoffed. “You compared my ship to Germa. They’re the worst!”
“What’s Germa?” you asked him.
You settled back into the cushions, enjoying the tales you just unlocked as Law dove into Sora: Warrior of the Sea (which was apparently very popular in the North Blue). You’d never seen Law so animated in the time you’d known him. His arm was draped along the settee behind you, tattooed hands flourishing in the air between you as he described everything.
The conversation morphed, returning to Chiffon and Bege’s baby.
“I can give you a physical if you want,” offered Law.
Chiffon’s eyes sparkled. “Really?”
“Don't try anything funny, Trafalgar,” Bege warned as he scooted aside to make room. “How’s it look?”
As Law kneeled before Chiffon, he waved you over. “Come on, come look at this, Y/N-ya.”
You sat next to Law on the carpeted floor. Gangsters looked over your shoulder in awe as Law’s fingers delicately probed beneath Chiffon’s ears.
Chiffon gave you a knowing smile, but you were too busy watching Law in the zone. He guided your hand to Chiffon’s stomach as he explained what to look for.
Not long after, Bege’s gangsters gathered the used dessert plates and fawned over Chiffon with compliments on the food as they passed. Everyone stood as the end of the evening neared.
“Thank you so much for having us, Chiffon! Let’s do this again, I can't wait until the baby comes,” you said.
“Of course,” Chiffon took your hands and lightly squeezed them. “Thank you for coming. I’m so glad I got to see you again. Let us know if we can ever repay you for your kindness.”
Bege had lingered silently at Chiffon’s side for most of the evening like a second shadow. He nodded along as his gray eyes pierced you. “Thank you. For protecting my Chiffon when I wasn't there.”
You were speechless. You barely knew Bege, but it was evident that thanks of any kind were rare from him. You bowed your head and smiled.
“You mentioned that before,” said Law. “What happened last time?”
Chiffon gasped. “You didn't tell him? About the proposal?”
Your back went rigid. Law noticed. “What proposal?”
You had worried about Law learning about the marriage proposal before, but to find out about it now…unseen horrors thrashed against your insides.
Chiffon quickly caught on to your panicked gaze. She tried to deter Bege, but it was too late.
“Y/N helped Chiffon after one of Big Mom’s outbursts. For her act of chivalry, one of Chiffon’s brothers asked Y/N to marry him,” said Bege.
You cringed. Law’s steel gaze flashed to you.
“Bege,” Chiffon muttered out of the corner of her mouth. “Not common knowledge.”
Eustass Kid: What? Not gonna call your wife to come and fight your battles for you?
Trafalgar Law: *sigh* What do you want, Eustass-ya.
Eustass Kid: Remember my wife —
Trafalgar Law: You mean your ex-wife? The one that looks suspiciously like an uglier version of my wife?
Eustass Kid: She's got a name! Think it's Roxanne. But I heard that our son is seeing someone...
Trafalgar Law: A fully licensed therapist, I hope.
Eustass Kid: I certainly hope you've got one. For your daughter.
Trafalgar Law:
Trafalgar Law: NO.
Eustass Kid: lmao
Trafalgar Law: ROSIE-YA WOULD HAVE MORE TASTE THAN THAT GREASY SLIMEBALL
Eustass Kid: Hey!! It's called hair gel, thank you very much
Trafalgar Law: It's called not showering for two weeks straight! The lack of hygiene is practically hereditary. I REFUSE to let it stink up my household AND genetics.
Eustass Kid: Careful, Law. We could be in-laws.
Trafalgar Law: ...I'm getting my wife.
Eustass Kid: Oh, come on!!!! Don't be like that...! Seriously, please don't call her.
Trafalgar Law: Y/N-YA!!!!!!!!!
Eustass Kid: KILLER!! GET THE SHIP READY!! WE SET SAIL NOW — SCREW THE DAMNED PIES! LET 'EM BURN!
Zoro: Aren't you second-in-command to the Revolutionaries?
Sabo: Yeah! Figured that was first-mate adjacent
Vito: Let's keep him. He knows how to dress-rero.
Y/N: I mean...we let Marco and Rayleigh stay
Zoro: That was mostly because they wouldn't leave.
Killer: All right, time for a group vote: show of hands, people
*Hands, swords and paws go up*
Killer, with a chainsaw raised: All right. Sabo stays. Now, the point of today's meeting is validation. Giving yourself your own personal pat on the back because you know you did well...and when you baked an apple pie for five hours straight and someone flung it across the ship like a frisbee, you should still feel proud of yourself.
Bepo: GASP!!!11!! Not your apple pie!
Y/N: Oh, Killer! I'm so sorry. You're an amazing cook!
Zoro: I can honestly say you're the best cook I know.
Killer: Thank you, thank you *sniffles under mask*
Sabo: You should do something for yourself! I think that's a good way to feel validated.
Daz, sharpening his arm blade: Or...you could avenge the pie.
Everyone: ...
Killer: We've been over this before: we have to be careful about acts of revenge because it can lead to inner crew turmoil.
Zoro: OR you could make another pie and shove it in Kid's face.
"Don't," he whispers, giant hands pressing gently against yours. "It's...not normal. You'll probably not like it."
A dull ache grows between your ribs. You take a moment to observe Katakuri, how his fingers stop your own from tugging his scarf. His eyes are tired and exposed, a tiny glint of fear creeping in their corners. The ache further spreads when he squeezes your woven hands.
You crinkle your mouth, not quite smiling. "I'm sorry. I'm being selfish."
"Not selfish," he hums. "Human. It's natural to be curious."
"I suppose I wanted to see the full face of the man I'm marrying tomorrow."
He hesitates, lowering your hands so they are fully away from the striped cloth upon his face. His eyebrows wrinkle, deep in thought. "I promise you'll see in due time."
"I won't hold you to it," you shake your head. It is strange, perhaps something straight from a storybook: a giant, one so feared, who is gentle, almost hesitant to allow you to see a different part of him. One thing he's probably been told to cover, that it is a curse and horrid--will sponsor nothing but ugliness.
The usual wedding tradition to further claim the marriage is a kiss, you realize.
Glancing towards his hands, you see they are trembling. Perhaps he came to the same conclusion.
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In one fluid motion, you ripped off your left shoe. You flung it. Hard.
“ASSHOLE!”
You hit your target dead center: your shoe slapped up against a head of blond hair.
The pink blob froze.
The world went silent. Blood thrummed in your ears. Just barely, you made out a little voice in your head screaming — mostly about all the decisions you’d made in the past five minutes, and what the hell you were thinking.
“Ow.” Doflamingo muttered.
You watched with wide eyes. You couldn't look away. You couldn't even run. Suddenly the whole day came crashing down on you — running through the streets, hitting metal genitals, air-walking. Your legs were too sore to move.
You were completely locked in place, deer before the rifle, as Doflamingo turned on his heel to face you.
Ghost Ace: I STILL LOVE YOU BABE!!! *gives Y/N a flower crown*
Katakuri: For you <3 *gives Y/N an edible flower arrangement with chocolate strawberry roses and kiwi hearts*
Chiffon: We got you a cake, too!! Happy Galentines Day <3 *gives Y/N a chiffon-whipped cake*
Reiju: I don't have my brother's kitchen talents, I'm afraid. But bartending is quite nice. Drink up, darling <3 *gives Y/N a suspiciously sweet-smelling cocktail*
Rob Lucci: ...
Hattori: Cuckoo!! For you!! *drops a box of candy hearts in Y/N's lap*
Crocodile: *Gives Y/N a box of chocolates, a diamond necklace more expensive than most houses, and a bottle of wine* My assistant picked them out.
Mihawk: Don't lie. It was a group effort.
Crocodile: ...The condition on drinking wine in the workplace is tasting it together.
Mihawk: The rest of the gifts are blocking traffic in the foyer.
Crocodile: Quiet!
Hancock: Number One! You must get mani-pedis with me and Shigi-san! Captain's orders!
Tashigi, blushing furiously: Um...make sure you eat today, Y/N-san *gives Y/N a stationary pen set* I know it's not a typical gift...! But I thought you could use it when you respond to Navy missives...whoever reads those enjoys them very much.
*A slightly burned package arrives for Y/N, with a beautiful, jeweled necklace that matches Y/N's eyes. There is no card, but a small note inside has an "S" written on it*
Bepo: Just like we practiced, Captain!!
Trafalgar Law: Keep your voice down...! Here. *gives Y/N a bouquet of blue roses*
Y/N: These are beautiful! Wait, where are we going?
*Law leads Y/N to the top deck of the Polar Tang*
*Blue rose petals are strewn across the deck. Party lights are strung from the masts, swaying in the breeze. A clothed table sits at the center with two chairs, with a candle in a glass bowl at the center*
Heart Pirates: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, LADY OF THE HEART PIRATES!!
*Shachi holds a cello and Jean Bart poses with a violin. Gentle music starts to play*
Ikkaku: Your date awaits, Milady ;)
*Later that night, a small note appears on Y/N's nightstand. The message is three words long.*
this is an obvious one, but when sanji falls, he falls hard, no matter who he's with. now when it comes to you, the first person he has experienced genuine true love AND who also reciprocated his feelings, sanji is all in. the way that he is passionately devoted to you from day one is something that not even robin or nami have ever seen. sanji loves so genuinely and purely, and the utter care he gives to your relationship is proof of that.
you fall first, but zoro falls harder.
who wouldn’t fall for roronoa zoro? the way that he works out on the deck, all sweaty and chiseled. not to mention how soft and kind he can be when he wants to. it was inevitable you ended up with a crush on him. when zoro realizes he reciprocates these feelings, you open his eyes to an emotion that has evaded him his whole life. he becomes softer, more eager to let loose and enjoy life, knowing he has you by his side.
when it comes to luffy, you fall first and then fall equally as hard.
luffy is irresistible. his pure heart and the happiness he brings to others drive you completely insane; you were bound to fall in love. like zoro, luffy is unfamiliar with the feeling of love and has trouble understanding it when it comes to you. but like any adventure, luffy is always ready to trek the unknown. and as unpredictable as he is, love with luffy is a never-ending surprise.
usopp falls first and harder.
to be frank, love with usopp is riddled with insecurity and angst. it was a huge surprise to him that you even reciprocated his feelings, so he treads lightly when it comes to your relationship. you see right through usopp’s lies, too, so he’s especially vulnerable with you. the way that you understand and know usopp is so genuine that he can’t help but fall even more in love with you than he already is.
you fall first, but nami falls harder.
nami is reluctant to feel any sort of romantic feelings, so it was difficult to tell if she even liked you back. the beginning stages of your relationship start off slow. she’s not eager to let her walls down, but once you show her loyalty and gentleness, nami starts to let you in. she would never say this, but the vulnerability she feels with you reminds her of bellemere. it makes her so scared, but so eager to jump into it with you.
robin falls first, but you fall harder.
robin may fall first, but she could take that secret to the grave if she chose to. you’ll confess first and reveal an entirely different woman than the one you fell for. her genuine charm and wit are admirable on the average day, but paired with her quirky awkwardness? it’s enough to make you fall head over heels. that’s the best thing about robin: no matter what side of her you get, you can’t help falling in love anyway.
you fall first, but franky falls harder.
franky has undeniable charm and charisma; his silky smooth tongue is enough to have anyone hooked. coupled with his smoking bod, it was inevitable that you would fall for him. now, franky isn’t a man who can be tied down, but if you happen to earn his affection, it feels like his charm is cranked up a hundred notches. franky isn’t quick to love or show any vulnerability, so when he does, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. the way he speaks to you is as smooth as butter and has you blushing harder than you ever thought possible. he treats you like royalty, with a deep, devoted loyalty that only a special few get to see.
ace falls first and harder.
ace is one of the biggest sluts on the grand line. he gets insane play, but is also fiercely loyal to anyone who has his heart. so once he’s fixated on you, there is nothing in the world that could change his mind. as good of a flirt as he is, ace can become pathetic pretty quick. he’ll ask you on dates and beg for your affection any chance he gets. but once he figures out you like him back? gods wish they could experience that type of devotion. ace would die for those he loves, and his love envelopes you so tightly that it’s impossible to resist.
sabo falls first, but you fall harder.
unfortunately, sabo is another grand line slut. he has crushes often, and they are almost always reciprocated. so when he makes his crush on you known, he expects you to feel the same way. you do, obviously. but you don’t expect how stuck up and conceited he is about it. it’s stupidly charming and makes you want him even more. but the more you get to know him, you realize how deep sabo’s passion and loyalty run.
law falls first and harder.
if it’s not obvious by his devotion to corazon, law is another man encaptured by passion. he loves so deeply that he’s willing to lock it all inside and keep it to himself forever. but it’s pretty obvious to everyone else that he has a huge crush on you. when you reciprocate those feelings, law can feel himself falling for you more and more. especially when you accept all his nerdy quirks that could be seen as off-putting or strange to outsiders. if it’s also not obvious by his crew, law chooses those around him based on how much comfort and emotional support they bring him. when you not only offer that, but a reciprocated emotional connection, he can’t help but fall in love.
you fall first, but kid falls harder.
kid is too sexy not to have a crush on. it seems almost juvenile to have a crush on a man like kid; he’s reckless and basically insane. however, kid’s secret softness topples those ideals. anyone rarely gets to truly experience the love and compassion of eustass kid, but when you do, it solidifies your crush almost instantaneously. and on his side, once kid shows you just how much he cares about you, he is completely aware of his feelings for you. actually, he’s actively trying to deny them to anyone who notices, far too embarrassed to admit how he feels.
shanks falls first, but you fall harder.
shanks falls in love extremely easily. he’s basically an older version of sanji. he flirts, he puts himself out there, he has one-night stands with both men and women all the damn time. it’s difficult to resist shanks’ charm, which you learn very quickly. much like sanji, shanks will be honest about how he feels from the start, but given his reputation, you have a hard time taking him seriously. but once you see past his sleezy, playboy attitude, it’s nearly impossible not to fall in love with him.
you fall first, but corazon falls harder.
given that cora was a high-up executive in the donquixote family who barely acknowledged his own brother, you didn’t think he knew you existed. that being said, when he finally gets you alone and reveals that he can talk, his goofiness allures you even more. cora letting you in is a huge risk to his plan, but when you not only agree to keep his secret, but offer to join him, his heart melts. you learn about his kindness and compassion, and welcome it with open arms in a way he had never known. it was inevitable that he fell head over heels for you.
➤ summary: Even doctors need check-ups, so you indulge your boyfriend and put on a sexy nurse costume. (18+)
➤ pairing: trafalgar law x afab!reader
➤ word count: 3.1k
➤ warnings: switch!law, modern AU, nurse-patient roleplay, praise kink, established relationship, fluff, silly porn dialogue, fem reader
➤ notes: i LOVE law with all my heart but i have such a hard time writing him.... hopefully this turned out okay and it's accurate to his character :')
NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu
When you returned to your apartment after work, the lights were on and a familiar black trench coat hung in the entrance, but the coat’s owner was nowhere in sight. You called his name as you slipped off your shoes and received no response.
A muffled noise coming from your shared bedroom caught your attention.
Curious, you crept through the living room and creaked open the door just enough to slip inside. Law sat at his desk in the dark with his back turned away from you. Completely focused on his dimmed laptop screen with headphones plugged in and unaware of your presence. A smile spread across your face when you noticed what he was watching.
A busty brunette woman in an incredibly cliché nurse outfit batted her fake eyelashes at the camera as she deep-throated her patient’s dick. Your boyfriend’s inked hand rose up and down his own cock, eyes half-lidded and biting his lip to attempt to stifle his throaty groans. When you were literally right behind him, you leaned over his shoulder to read the video title out loud. “‘The Best Prescription In Town Is A Dose Of This Naughty Nurse’s Pussy’?”
Law’s entire body went cold.
“I-It’s not what it looks like!” He panicked, whipping his head towards you and accidentally ripping his headphones cord out of the jack. Exaggerated and unrealistic slurping sounds, accompanied by the male actor’s moans, started playing at full volume. Law forgot how his typically agile fingers worked as he rushed to pause the video. He was ready to diagnose himself with a heart attack.
Your eyes flickered to the bottle of lube and box of tissues beside his laptop. “I think it’s exactly what it looks like.”
“No, I…” Embarrassment flooded his veins and he scrambled for a logical explanation. You were clearly amused instead of upset, but that didn’t deter him. Steeling his nerves, your boyfriend cleared his throat and prayed his voice didn’t shake. “I wanted to see how accurate this was, but it’s a disgusting mockery of nurses. This is completely inappropriate in a real hospital.”
“Well, duh,” you chuckled and rolled your eyes. You leaned closer to study the other tabs open in his incognito mode browser. One search for ‘hot nurse’ and another for ‘nurse fucks patient’. A second video titled ‘Nursing Student Gives Penis Exam’. A spark ignited in you. “Law, is this what you’re into?”
He stayed silent and let his head fall down in shame – which only directed your gaze to his quickly softening dick – as he mumbled a timid apology.
“Oh, baby, you have nothing to apologize for.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and nuzzled against his neck. “Please don’t be embarrassed, I genuinely wanna know what turns you on. I won’t judge, I promise.”
“You’re prettier than everyone in these videos,” was his only response. He was such a sweetheart without even trying.
Even though you’d been together for quite a while, Law still had a hard time discussing his kinks. The man had a neurotic need to protect his innermost thoughts and thick iron walls guarding every part of his mind. It took a lot of time and patience, but you’d managed to break down most of his barriers. You wanted him to trust you and feel comfortable around you; having fun in the bedroom was just a bonus.
Pressing your lips to his ear, you teasingly whispered, “I can buy a nurse costume, you know.”
“Huh? Are you serious?!” Wide gray eyes met yours, a flurry of emotions overtaking his stressed-out expression.
“Of course! I’ll look for a cute one right now.” You pulled out your phone, pausing before opening your browser to bat your eyelashes and say, “Only if you want me to.”
“I – I…” Law fumbled for words, unable to keep up with the thoughts racing through his brain. After a moment of hesitation, he licked his dry lips and hastily leaned over to look at your screen. “Let me see the options.”
The costume was set to arrive in 3-4 business days, which gave you and Law plenty of time to talk and plan. Both of you discussed what you wanted out of the scenario and what you each felt comfortable doing. You promised Law you’d do actual research by watching nurse pornos in order to imitate them, and he swore to never correct you mid-scene with his accurate medical knowledge.
His steely eyes lit up when he spoke and made your heart flutter with love. As an accomplished surgeon, he took care of countless patients every day – of course he wanted someone to do the same for him. Nothing was sexier than seeing Law turn to putty in your hands, happily melting into your protection.
The fateful night arrived with a flimsy package at your front door.
Law sat on the couch in the ‘waiting room’ (also known as the living room), anxiously rubbing the letters tattooed on his knuckles and bouncing his legs. His throat was parched, his heart was racing, and his dick was already getting hard.
His jaw dropped when you opened the bedroom door – no, your office. The tight white dress hugged your body perfectly, accentuating all of your best features. Firetruck red stripes lined the sleeves and collar, and a prominent zipper ran all the way down the front. Your boobs were spilling out of the low-cut top and the skirt barely covered your upper thighs. A dainty white hat sat atop your head, sporting a white cross in a red circle that matched the one on your breast pocket. The look was complete with thigh-high white stockings, lacy crimson lingerie, Law’s real stethoscope around your neck, and a notebook and pen in your hand.
“Trafalgar Law?” You called out coquettishly.
His excited cock tried to answer for him, but he took a deep breath and nodded. “T-That’s me.”
With an overly sweet grin, you beckoned him into the room. “It’s time for your appointment. Follow me.”
Previously arranged pillows on the bed mimicked the half-upright position of a medical chair. Law couldn’t look away from you as he shuffled towards his ‘exam table’, sitting down so his legs hung off the edge. You placed a gentle hand under his scruffy chin, his gaze flickering between your face and your tits.
“Now, what seems to be the problem?”
Law didn’t have the confidence (nor the acting ability) to answer ‘my dick’ the way a pornstar would. So he settled for, “I’m not sure, miss. Maybe… give me a physical?”
“Ooh, a full body inspection,” you giggled, putting on a pair of hospital-grade latex gloves. “Please remove your shirt and lie on your back.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Only my shirt?”
Biting back a laugh, you responded, “Let’s take it one step at a time, okay?”
Your boyfriend nodded obediently, neatly folding his canary yellow t-shirt beside him on the bed. It didn’t matter how often you saw his heavily tattooed chest – you were in awe of it every time. You opened your notebook, humming in mock contemplation and scribbling nonsense on a blank page in an imitation of Law’s terrible doctor handwriting. He tried to peek at what you were doing, but you quickly shut the cover.
“Just relax, I’ll take care of you,” you cooed with a gentle smile and ruffled his hair.
He apologized curtly and settled back into a comfortable reclined position. Running your fingers along his jawline, you trailed your touch down the column of his throat and across his collarbones. Gently massaging his shoulders and feeling the tense muscles loosen as he let out a content sigh. You were unable to resist tracing the massive inked heart on his torso as you’d done so many times, lightly trailing your pointer finger across its flames and swirls and sending pleasant tingles throughout his body.
Repeating the action on his matching bicep tattoos, you cheekily stated, “Such strong muscles. Your girlfriend is a lucky woman.”
He chuckled, finally beginning to relax into his role. “You have no idea.”
“Let me check your heartbeat.” Not even bothering to put the stethoscope in your ears, you ran the cold chestpiece against Law’s nipples, forcing a pretty hiss from his lips. Rubbing circles atop them until both were stiff peaks, then teasingly rolling them between your fingertips until he was flushed and panting.
Satisfied with his worked-up state, you pulled away to write more nonsense in the notebook. Your boyfriend furrowed his eyebrows. “Seriously, what the hell are you writing?”
“Please let me do my job, Mr. Trafalgar.” You firmly smacked the end of your pen against one of his nipples. The sudden display of authority made his cock twitch.
You caressed his defined abdomen muscles, moving lower down his gorgeous body and brushed over his dark happy trail.
“Your chest seems fine, which means…” You trailed off and tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants. Law’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed in anticipation, lifting his hips to help you slide down his sweats and boxers underneath.
His rock-hard dick sprung free gratefully, angry red and twitching in excitement. You’d never seen him get this worked up so quickly – it made your cunt ache.
“Well, this is clearly the issue! Poor thing, you must feel so lightheaded from all the blood flowing down here.” You cooed, wiping his dark bangs away from his eyes in mock comfort. “I have to relieve this pressure or else the swelling won’t go down.”
“H-How will you–“ Law’s cheeky question was cut off by a groan when you curled your fingers around the thick base of his cock. Just one stroke pushed out several beads of pearly precum from his pretty tip. The synthetic softness of latex gloves felt strange against such a sensitive part of him, but it made the scenario extra immersive.
“I need to milk you dry. Is that okay with you, Mr. Trafalgar?”
Law nodded eagerly, too overstimulated to consent with words. He’d heard that phrase so many times in his videos. Your chest swelled with pride as you admired his submissive state. It wasn’t easy for your boyfriend to relinquish control to you during sex – no matter how much he wanted to – but he looked like he would die for you at that moment.
You swung your leg over his body to straddle his upper thighs, cunt inches away from where he needed it. The movement caused your skirt to ride up and reveal a peek of your lacy panties. Law gulped when he noticed your soft thighs bulging around the elastic band of your stockings.
Using both hands, you began to jerk him off with slow and deliberate movements. Dragging your palms from the base to the head with the perfect amount of pressure, making sure to trace the sensitive vein on the underside. A steady stream of translucent fluid dribbled out, the length pulsing and begging for more in your grasp. You paused to spit on his tip for added lubrication and rubbed it into his heated skin.
Law was glad you were fixated on his cock rather than his face. He knew he looked pathetic. Barely three minutes had passed and he was embarrassingly close to cumming (though he was proud of himself for not bursting in his pants the moment you emerged in your costume). His abdomen muscles were wound tight and his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. Steely gray eyes never left your body, your hands, almost too afraid to blink.
When you fondled his heavy balls, his orgasm hit him like a truck. Law threw his head against the pillow and cried out, painting white streaks across your baby blue gloves. You grinned watching your boyfriend heaving for air, finally meeting his gaze when you swiped your tongue across a thick glob of cum on your thumb. He watched dazedly as you wiped the rest of his spend off on your skirt, then tossed your dirty gloves on the floor.
“Perfect! The swelling went down,” you grinned slyly and added, “but it might come back.”
“Oh, it’s definitely coming back.”
Law grabbed your waist and quickly flipped your positions, pinning you underneath him by sitting on your hips. Holding your wrists above your head in one hand and using the other to cup your jaw, he pressed his lips against yours in a wet and messy kiss. You whined as he shoved his tongue down your throat, eagerly devouring your mouth.
“M-Mr. Trafalgar, this is very unprofessional…” Weakly faking a struggle against his grasp, whining when it only got tighter.
“I gotta self-medicate now, miss, or I’ll never get better.” Your boyfriend kissed his way down your sternum, tugging down the zipper of your costume just enough to reveal your chest. He groaned at the sight of your vivid red bra. “Fuck, what a uniform.”
While mouthing at the swell of your breasts, your boyfriend stroked himself to full hardness – which didn’t take long. Desire was overtaking his mind and turning his vision hazy. He might actually have a medical issue if he didn’t fuck you immediately.
Law slipped his hand between your legs and snickered at the wetness soaked through your panties. Pushing the fabric to the side, he unceremoniously thrust his E and A fingers in your cunt. Those skilled digits pushed and prodded inside you, a grin spreading across his face when he heard the sinful squelch of your drenched walls.
“Naughty nurse,” he chuckled teasingly, gray eyes burning holes into your own when he sucked his sticky fingers into his mouth, moaning at your taste.
“I’m not naughty,” you pouted. “My job is to make patients feel better, and this is helping, right?”
“Shit, yeah, you just might cure me.”
Law tapped your inner thighs and you spread them willingly, unsurprised when he chose to shove your panties to the side and keep the costume intact. He pressed his swollen mushroom tip against your leaking entrance. With freed wrists, you gripped the bedsheets, heart racing and pussy throbbing.
Rather than fulfilling both of your desires, your boyfriend paused in thought. “Hold on, what did you diagnose me with?”
You shrugged and defaulted to something you heard in a porno. “Big dick disorder?”
Law fought against every well-educated neuron in his brain begging to correct you. He took a deep breath and let out an exaggerated exhale, but smirked proudly. “I’ll accept it.”
His cock slammed into you and knocked all the air from your lungs. Bottoming out with a groan, he paused to lean back and admire your outfit, feeling his cock get impossibly harder inside your cunt. Fucking a fantasy nurse was a deep-rooted desire of his, and he was amazed and incredibly grateful that he was able to act it out with you.
“Is this the right way to treat my illness?” Smugly punctuating his words with a sharp thrust, the head of his cock kissing the tip of your womb. You’d never seen him so talkative in bed.
“M-move faster… it’ll be more effective.”
“Okay. I trust you, miss nurse.” Law whispered seductively in your ear. His beard tickled your skin when he nipped at a soft spot of your neck.
Setting a brutal pace, he pistoned his cock in and out, balls slapping against your skin with every thrust. Messy wet sounds filled the room – your cunt gushing and your tongues desperately sliding against each other. Law typically limited his vocal expressions of pleasure to grunts and soft groans, but something in him had clearly snapped. He had no issue throwing his head back and moaning unashamedly, interweaving spat curse words and praises of your body.
He sucked on your tongue while switching his hip movements to a slow grind, his dick fully sheathed and rubbing against every delicate inch of your cunt.
“T-Traf… oh, fuck, Law.” Your eyes rolled back into your head as you tangled your fingers in his messy black hair and held onto it for dear life. He swallowed the string of saliva connecting your lips with a playful grin.
Shifting your position into a mating press, you locked your stocking-clad knees around his shoulders. His rough pace resumed, cock reaching impossibly deeper inside you, bullying your cervix with every thrust. Your body rocked back and forth on the shaking mattress. Every movement caused your hat to press against the pillow and reminded you of your costume – no, your role.
“Good girl,” Law panted, pupils blown wide with pleasure. “Taking care of me so well with your pretty pussy.”
You whined needily, feeling your core tighten. “I’m s-so close, baby,”
A sharp slap came down on your tit. Law’s eyes narrowed. “Be professional.”
Despite his strict command, he rewarded you by pressing and flicking his thumb against your neglected clit. You bucked your hips into his touch desperately, grinding the sensitive nub on his calloused finger.
You threw your head backwards, arched off the bed and came with a cry of, “Mr. Trafalgar!” Arms wrapped around his back, legs pulling him in even tighter as your pleasure hit you like a tidal wave, flooding over you in a bright white light.
“Naughty fucking nurse.” Your boyfriend growled with a pleased smirk. Hot cum coated your walls as Law let out a deep moan, your cunt eagerly milking every last drop. Your boyfriend kissed you deeply until the aftershocks of both of your orgasms had subsided.
He collapsed on top of you, both of your chests heaving against each other as you struggled to catch your breath. Releasing your tight grip on his shoulders, you lovingly rubbed the giant skull tattoo on his upper back.
“Thank you, miss. I’m cured.” Law mumbled happily, kissing your cheek.
You frowned. “You are? After one round?”
“Oh.” That certainly wouldn’t be a satisfying ending to his appointment. “Um… No, I’m still very, very sick.” He followed it up with a fake cough. Not exactly a symptom of having a big dick, but whatever.
Deciding to give your overwhelmed boyfriend a break, you took control of the situation again.
“I’m not sure how much medical knowledge you have, Mr. Trafalgar, but I have an ache in my chest.” You reached between your bodies to innocently spread your unzipped dress even more, pushing out your tits. “Mind checking it out for me?”
Law pushed up the cups of your bra without a second thought, groping your soft flesh with large palms. “I’ll see what I can do.”
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Your lashes fluttered. When you opened your eyes, Law’s breath stopped.
She’s my dream girl.
Portgas’ taunting words rang in Law’s head like a mantra on repeat. On the inside, he was a mess. High blood pressure, loss of breath, faint dizziness, the works. It was like a panic attack meets sugar high meets adrenaline rush. That's exactly what you were: a condition that Law refused to name.
“Thank you,” you whispered.
Law willed the blood roaring in his ears to shut the hell up. He’d fantasized different versions of your voices when he looked at your photo. The real thing was far more dangerous. If you’d said please, Law would’ve given you anything you wanted.
It was ludicrous, how much power you held over Law’s body — meeting for the first time.
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