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Smoke rolls through the air as Law lets out a deep exhale.

“Whatcha smokin’ today?” You ask, lazily flipping through your magazine.

“Some plant native to yesterday’s island. Locals say this type has a strong body high,” Law replies, voice husky with smoke. You had been Law’s unofficial smoking buddy for the past few weeks now, even if you yourself didn’t participate. Usually Law tries new plants and variations of plants, and you keep him company, reading off fun facts from local books and magazines. This had become a little tradition for the two of you. Normally, you both would sit in silence, camped out in his office away from the rest of the crew. This was your peace and quiet from the others and this was Law’s most recent attempt at “being more adventurous”. You were the one he trusted most as a trip sitter, especially with your vast knowledge of plants. It was a win-win for the both of you.

Law leans forward in his chair, coughing a bit, “yeah, this one’s got a bite to it.”

“The smell is very sweet. I’d almost think you sprayed perfume in the air.”

“Taste is much different,” Law replies, brushing smoke out of his face.

“And the high?” Your eyes return to the magazine.

“Don’t really feel much yet.” He takes another long drag from the joint, filling the room up with even more smoke.

“Well if you keep this up I won’t be able to even see my magazine.”

“Yeah yeah. I’ll be done in a second.” Law coughs again. Then again. You playfully glare at him.

“…Sorry bout that. My throat’s on fire.” He clears his throat, trying not to cough again.

“That’s it.” You slap your magazine shut and make your way over to the other side of the room where Law was sitting.

“Open your mouth.”

Law looks puzzled for a second, then taken back.

“You’re coughing more than usual. I need to make sure it’s not causing too much irritation to your throat.”

“You know I’m a doctor right? I think I’d be able to recognize if I had a bad reaction.” Even if he couldn’t feel it, Law’s eyes were slightly red and his demeanor was definitely more relaxed than usual. He stays slumped in his chair as he opens his mouth for you. You gently hold his chin, lean closer towards him, and check the inside of his mouth. His throat was definitely red, but not swollen or closing up. ‘Good.’ Law’s eyes meet yours, then fall down your body, widening suddenly as he jumps back in his seat.

“What? What is it?”

He blinks twice and shakes his head. His cheeks are also red.

“Nothing. I’m all good, right?” Law stands up, avoiding eye contact.

“I think I’m gonna call it early tonight.”

“Are you sure? What did it finally kick in?” A smile creeps up on your face. “Are you high?” you tease. Law backs away from you, bumping his desk while creeping toward the exit.

“No I’m fine. I’m gonna go lay down.” His voice stays calm and reassuring but his body is ever-so-slightly on edge. A little concern finally settles in.

“Hey, let me know if you need anything? Promise?”

“Yeah fine. Goodnight.” He rushes out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

You’ve never seen him act like that. Something switched in him so fast. ‘Maybe it was the drug?’ You stand alone in the quiet room for a brief moment, studying the smoke clouds as they slowly dissipate. Your eyes fall on the packaging of the joint he was smoking. ‘He never did mention the name of the plant, did he?’

You study the packaging closely. The flower’s name was definitely new to you. Usually Law passes you the information sheets that are supplied with the joints. They always had interesting facts about the source’s greenery and culture. You carefully review the small piece of paper for any warnings. It’s all the usual “consume in moderation” and “this herb may cause anxiety” warnings, until a specific and quite obvious one catches your eye:

“WARNING: This herb is for reproductive purposes only. Consumption will result in an extreme increase in libido. PLEASE USE WITH CAUTION.”

“Shit.” You scan the rest of the information sheet. How did he not read any of this beforehand? There was a specific warning about the danger of sleeping immediately after consumption. ‘Of course there was.’ Part of you feared the state you might find Law in, but regardless you knew you had to let him know before it was too late.

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You hurry over to Law’s quarters, pounding on the door.

“Law? I need to talk to you. Right now.”

No answer.

“LAW. This is important. Are you awake?” The knocks on his metal door echo through the cold, quiet hallway. On several occasions Law proved it wasn’t necessary to worry for your captain, but this situation could be serious. In between loud, forceful knocks, a faint calling of your name can be heard from the room on the other side of the door. You take it as the invitation you need to barge into his room.

Law’s fast, uneven breathing grows louder as you cautiously enter the room. You had prepared expectations of what you might find, but you never could’ve imagined how lewd the scene actually was.

Law is propped up on his bed, clothes off, furiously jerking his red, angry cock. His hips buck as cum from a previous orgasm drips down from his lower stomach. His whole face is burning red with frustration. Law doesn’t seem to notice you at first, and you almost don’t say anything. ‘Well he’s definitely not sleeping.’ But before you can process what’s in front of you, he notices you standing there, frozen in shock.

“FUCK,” he jolts in surprise, but instead of waking up from his daze, ropes of cum spray his stomach once again, adding to the preexisting loads. ‘How many times has this man already cum?’ You desperately want say something or even move, but your body has no control. You’re completely speechless and completely frozen, eyes locked on Law’s hand milking his cock. Then he finally snaps out of it.

“Shit,” he winces, now scrambling to pull on his trousers. “What are you doing here?”

You also snap out of your trance, instantly shielding your eyes and turning away from your captain.

“I uh- read the label. For the herb.” Your eyes fight to not peep through your fingers. “It’s a pretty nasty aphrodisiac.”

“No shit.” There’s strain in Law’s voice.

“Well, I was thinking… I can help you. If you want?” Your voice is meek.

“I’m fine. Now please GO.” His reply is laced with frustration.

“It’s just- I read the high wears off faster with stimulation from a partner. All I’m saying is that I’m willing to help?” There’s reluctance in your offer, as if he would completely snap at you for even considering it. There’s a long pause, where only Law’s heavy breathing can be heard.

“I can also go grab someone?” You break the uncomfortable silence. “I read the effects can last several hours to a few days with just… masturbation. And I can sure leave you to it, but I know you’re pretty busy to risk that kind of time. And you’re not supposed to sleep until it dies down. I’m sure that could be awhile”

A low “Fuck.” can be heard from Law’s bed. A small squeak rings from the mattress as he shifts in his spot. “It’s not that I don’t want you. It’s- I’m afraid of what I’ll do to you if I have you.” You cautiously uncover your eyes to see Law visibly shaking from the restrain he has on his body; The restrain he has not to touch himself in front of you. You fully close the door behind you and slowly approach the bed, wary yet somehow intrigued by Law’s response. He was not in his normal headspace. This had to be handled carefully. You sit down on the bed, just close enough to feel the body heat radiating from your captain, close enough to see the droplets of sweat on his forehead.

“I’m here for you. You don’t have to worry about me. I just want to help you feel better.” Your warm, reassuring smile freezes Law for a moment. His red, half-lidded eyes carefully study you, knowing his next move could completely change the dynamic between you two. His thoughts were foggy, but not foggy enough to act without thinking. But deep down he knew you were right. A busy man like Law didn’t have time to be down for the count for several days, and it probably would end up being that long, based on how much he smoked. There really wasn’t another great option. He let go of a sigh.

“Fine,” Law sounds reluctant. He props himself up a bit, cum from his stomach sliding down onto the waistline of his pants. “But you have to promise me you’re okay with this. You have to promise you’re okay with me fucking you. Hard.” Hearing Law’s words catch you off guard, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t stir something within you. Somewhere in the past few weeks, your innocent crush on Law had grown into something more intense, more fierce. And before today, you never thought you’d hear those words coming from his mouth, at least not outside of your dreams. But here he was, essentially promising that he was going to fuck you, hard. You couldn’t NOT be turned on by those words. Was this selfish of you to suggest “curing him”? Maybe. Were you taking advantage of him? Hard to tell. But the Law you know would be grateful you’re fulfilling your role as designated trip-sitter. ‘Right?’

You take a deep breath. Finally disregarding any overthinking. “I promise.”

Law doesn’t waste a second before grabbing you and flipping you on the mattress, ass up, face down. One of his hands held a tight grip on your wrists, pinning them behind your back. His hand caresses your ass, before pushing up your skirt. He grinds his still-clothed cock against you, groaning. You can feel the warm wetness on his pants from his previous loads. His hand gives your ass a squeeze before creeping lower, slowing running his long fingers over your panties, teasing your slit.

“Didn’t realize you were so wet for me…” Law’s voice is husky and almost unrecognizable, like he was under a trance. His fingers travel up and down the wet spot on your panties as he leans down closer to you, “I see why you offered to help...” he rasps. “You just wanted me to fuck you… what a selfish girl…” Law grinds even harder against you. This time, a moan escapes your lips. Law keeps your hands pinned, but his other hand abandons you, leaving you aching for his touch. For a moment, there’s nothing, only heavy breathing and the smell of sex. Anxiety rises as nothing happens. You try to push your hips back, hoping to feel some sort of touch, but his hand on your wrists forces you back.

“Don’t be a brat now.” A finger hooks in the seam of your underwear and traces down your ass, pulling the fabric aside to expose your cunt. You clench at the cold air and anticipation. It feels like you wait for ages. ‘What in the world could he even be doi-‘

Before you can finish your thought, Law drives his cock in you, bottoming out with a loud groan.

“Fuck… you feel so good…” Law growls, using your hip as an anchor to push himself deeper. You wince at the sudden sensation, feeling Law stretch your walls and push against your cervix. It felt overwhelming and delicious; his cock was bigger than you expected. He slowly pulls all the way out, and you feel every inch of it. Every curve and vein as he abandons your weeping cunt.

And then there was nothing. Just your exposed sex clenching around the emptiness. And the wait was agony. You unintentionally let out a small pathetic “please”. It was almost embarrassing, given that he was the one under the effects of an aphrodisiac. But you desperately needed Law back inside you. You try to turn your head back to see him, but he slams into you again, driving you further into the mattress. That delightfully painful feeling returns as he bottoms out once again.

This time, Law starts fucking you. His pace is fast and messy. You arch your back, reveling in the sensation. Law’s groans are uneven and getting louder with every thrust, but so were yours. You pray the other crew members can’t hear the two of you, but it may already be too late for that. Choosing to disregard anything happening outside of the captain’s quarters, you push your hips back against Law, forcing him to go deeper, and his pace gets even sloppier. He grabs your hips, tight enough to leave a mark, and his cock twitches. Then it twitches again. And again. Law cums inside you, greedily holding your body as close as possible to his. He slows down as he comes down from his high, watching cum seep out of you with every thrust. He pulls out with a ‘pop’, and watches as the mixture of fluids leaks from your cunt. You tilt your hips, still hungry for his touch.

A low whisper breaks the silence: “I want you to ride me.” You sit up, propped on your knees as Law falls on his back next to you. His eyes and face were still red and desperate. ‘Did the effects not wear off?’ you wonder. But that wasn’t an issue. Not right now at least. In fact, you’d be fine if they didn’t wear off all night. This was truly a best-case scenario for you.

Law is stroking his still-hard cock, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes. You swing your leg over him and straddle him, hands exploring his muscular, tattooed chest. His hands fall on your waist, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. Throwing the shirt to the side, his eyes stay locked on yours as his fingers creep around your body, unhooking the latch on your bra. You toss it to the side, adding to the pile of clothes. Law’s hips unintentionally buck under you when his warm hands find your exposed chest, grazing your hardened nipples. Your arms push your breasts together as you reach down, wrapping your hands around the base of Law’s swollen cock. He winces a bit, shifting his hips for more friction.

Seeing Law like this was mesmerizing. You spread the slickness up and down his shaft at a devastatingly slow pace, observing every reaction in awe. You savor every groan, every buck of his hips, every facial expression. If you kept this up, he would probably cum just like this.

“Shit…” he winces. “Need to- be inside you. FUCK” Law’s desperation quickly grows into aggression as he grabs his cock, lining himself up with you and pushing your hips down with full force. You let out a small yelp as you readjust to his size. He tries his best to lift and lower you, pushing you up and down his cock. A guttural groan escapes Law as he squeezes his eyes shut, writhing in pleasure. After you find your balance, you take the lead, grinding and bouncing to match his fast pace. His hands find their way back to your breasts, pinching and twirling your nipples. It was ecstasy. Your hips grind and twirl on him, chasing any sort of friction you can get.

“You look so perfect like this. Fuck…” Law groans once again, drinking in the sight of your naked body before rolling his head back in euphoria.

“And you’re such a dirty girl, helping me out like this. Bouncing on your captain so obediently, just to make him feel better.” His whole body tenses and he bucks his hips. “Just- want you- to feel good too.” Law lets out a loud groan.

Your breath falls heavy as you try not to unravel at his words. And how he looked right now. And how expertly his hands were teasing your nipples. And how his muscles flexed when he pushes himself deeper into you. Everything about this moment was blissful. Perfect, even.

And suddenly you can’t hold it in anymore. Your whole body tightens as your orgasm crashes through you. You let out a short cry as you ride it out. Law takes this opportunity to regain control, aggressively grabbing a hold of your hips and driving himself into you. Your mind is just dazed enough to let your body fall nearly limp, allowing Law to take full advantage of you. He pushes into you fast and hungrily. It’s intense and overstimulating, but you couldn’t care less. Not when you feel like this.

Before you knew it, Law pauses and the only thing you can feel is his cock twitching inside you as he cums, pulling himself in as deep as possible. You roll your hips on him as he writhes in pleasure.

“Fuck…” Law lets out a sigh of relief. He looks up at you, catching his breath as he comes down from his high. “I think I feel better.” He laughs, a little awkward now. You crawl off of him, wincing slightly at the empty feeling of his cock leaving your pussy. You lay down beside him, eyes meeting his while offering a smile of relief.

“Are you okay?” You whisper.

He returns the smile and gently brushes hair out of your face, “I’m okay. All thanks to you.” He leans in, kissing your forehead. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” his eyes fall to the red marks his tight grip left on your hips. His fingers delicately graze over them, sparking a tingling sensation.

“You didn’t hurt me. I knew what I was getting myself into. And I would do it all again if I had to.” You smile, but then guilt settles. “And… I’m sorry if I took advantage of you. It felt selfish offering to personally help you, when we didn’t even try any other solutions. I let my feelings get in the way of reason.” Law just stares at you, blankly.

“Feelings?” He asks.

“Yeah…” you reply, bashful. You never actually planned to confess these feelings to Law, but it was really now or never. “I’ve liked you for a while now. Romantically, sexually, whatever you want to call it. I’m sorry I’ve never said anything, and I understand if it makes things awkward from now on. I wouldn’t be offended if you just forgot I said anything.” Your face is burning as you confess your feelings, awaiting Law’s reaction. But to your surprise his face beams with relief.

“I like you too.” His smile was warm and comforting. “I like our quiet evenings together, hidden away in the office. I like the way we talk about your books and magazines, or whatever the hell I’m smoking that day. I like how you’re most relaxed, slumped in my chair, making small talk with me. It’s a side of you I don’t get to see often.” He laughs, also a little embarrassed, “When you offered to… help me out, I thought I was dreaming. Fuck, I thought I was going to explode when you were checking my throat. I caught a glimpse of your body, your perfect body, so close to mine. I was gonna make a fool of myself if I stayed there with you.”

You both giggle, enjoying the familiar lightheartedness of each other’s presence.

“So I can stay your trip sitter is what you’re implying?”

“What the fuck happened?!” You say, turning to Bepo, who you now notice was also hit with the same affliction. “Was this a devil fruit?” Law looks at you with a stern expression that makes your stomach twist.

“Of course it was, what the fuck else would it be?” He says, making you roll your eyes. You can tell how embarrassed Law is; his face is flushed, and his ears are starting to turn red. You love teasing him to a point, but you don't want him any more upset than he already is. Penguin goes to speak, and you take Law's hand, pulling him into his infirmary/office and warning the others to stay away.

“You ok?” You ask, leaning against the back of his sofa and pulling him into an embrace. Part of you is trying to be sympathetic, but you're so beyond attracted to Law right now that you can't focus. “Do you have any idea how long this might last?” He shakes his head with a frustrated sigh, as he tries his best not to look down at his new figure.

“Not sure, at least got a few more hours like that”, He says, a little dejected. You know he's still recovering from the embarrassment of this happening in front of his crew. You need to distract him from overthinking the situation. There is one thing that always distracts Law from his work when you find him working way too late into the night: Sex.

“If it makes you feel better, I think you're a really sexy woman.” You say, your hands smoothing over his hips. He sighs against your shoulder.

“You're such a pervert”, he says, but he doesn't resist when your hands slide into his back pocket and grope his ass. Law has always been the less forward of the two of you; it's usually you who initiates these moments. It's ultimately a trait he really appreciates though.

“Law-” you pout; the heat of his body against yours is really starting to get to you. “Let me distract you" you say, turning your head to press a soft kiss to his shoulder. He pulls back slightly to look at you, a little bewildered.

“Are you sure?* He asks, unsure. You nod, easing his nervousness some. You press your lips to his. It doesn't feel much different at first; Law always lets you take the lead.

“Yes, I'm sure. I can show you exactly how good it feels when you fuck me,” You say, lifting his tank top off to reveal the soft breasts underneath. You mutter “Fuck” under your breath as you reach out to squeeze them. You guide him to lie back against the sofa cushions. You slot yourself between his legs and lean down to take a nipple in your mouth, suckling and tugging with your teeth. He lets out a strangled moan. His chest has always been sensitive, so you're unsurprised. You show the other one the same amount of love, until he's arching into you, then you pull back.

You lean down to press your lips to his stomach, kissing a trail down to the waistband of his jeans. He's flustered, stuttering out your name with a whine; he looks so pretty. You unbutton his jeans and tug them and his underwear down his legs. You kiss his plush thighs, then lean down and lick a stripe up his wet pussy. The noise he makes goes straight to your clit. You've never heard him moan like that. His back arches off the sofa as you suck at his clit and flick your tongue against it. You're enjoying yourself, moaning against his pussy.

His hands grip your hair as you eat him out. You almost miss the way he quietly moans for more. But you catch it. You pull back to slick your fingers with saliva, then lean back in and press two fingers to his hole.

“You ready, baby?” You ask, grinning, when he nods, a sign he's letting go. He moans out, one hand tightening in your hair and the other gripping the sofa cushions. You thrust and curl your fingers, and you lick and suck at his swollen clit. “Cum for me”, you say, muffled against his pussy. He's so sensitive that it doesn't take long for him to comply. His legs tremble, his moans taper off into a whine of your name as he floods your mouth with his juices. You work him through it gently until he's pushing your head away.

He pants, catching his breath, as he lazily tugs at your shirt. You're still fully clothed. You watch his chest heave for a second before kissing him. Then you obey his request, stripping down to just your panties.

“So beautiful”, he says, in awe of you as you make a show of slipping off the lace and leaving you completely bare.

“Wanna rub pussies with me? Wanna rub our clits together? Make each other feel good?” You say, leaning down to kiss her. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, groaning as you suckle at his tongue.

“Fuck yeah”, He says, voice low. The two adjust until you're in a scissoring position. You roll your hips, clits rubbing together, making you both moan.

“Just like that, baby. Keep going,” You say, bracing your hands beneath you so that you can press against him more firmly. The room fills with your breathy moans and whimpers as your hips roll together, pleasuring each other.

“I'm so close”,, you moan, “Are you?”

Law responds with a frantic nod, grinding his clit against yours. It doesn't take much more to send you crashing over the edge, a wave of pleasure coursing through your body as you cum. Law stops after you cum, stopping himself from finishing. You're lying together, tangled on the sofa. You're almost ready to go again when you hear above you, “room,” and within seconds, on the coffee table, is a strap-on. You smile down, and Law pulls you into a filthy kiss.

“You want me to fuck you?” You ask against his lips

“Wanna know what it feels like when I'm inside you” he says.

You stand, reaching for the harness. You had bought it as a half joke, hoping one day he'd agree to try pegging. Law watches, full of nerves and anticipation as you fasten the harness. He watches you spit in your palm and slick up the toy. He never expected to find it as hot as he does, but he has to bite back a groan at the sight.

He shyly spreads legs, failing to hide his keen interest as he watches you push inside him. He moans as your toy stretches him out.

“Fuck, look at you taking it all”, you coo as you push the final inch inside. It's something he says to you all the time. When he settles, and you've given him a moment to adjust, you start to move and roll your hips. Law has never felt anything like it. He feels himself trying to push his hips harder against yours.

You rut faster, fucking him hard. He clings to you, nails digging into your back as you dirty talk in his ear about drilling his tight fucking pussy. He's so responsive, though he always has been, and his legs wrap tighter as he moans a little too loud. You're both too far gone to care about any of your crew hearing.

Law is unravelling beneath you with every slam of your hips against his thighs. He wraps his legs around you.

“Close”, he moans, letting you know he's on the edge. His orgasm hits him like a freight train. He arches, all but screaming your name as his pussy pulses around your strap-on.

“Good girl”, you coo as you kiss his face, gently helping him come down from his orgasm. He does, taking some deep breaths. He looks up at you and, for a moment, his embarrassment returns. He flushes bright red and avoids eye-contact. His body is still trembling. “How're you feeling?”

“Is this how you feel when I fuck you? I feel like I just had an out-of-body experience.” He pants, pulling you down to lie against his chest. Maybe that devil fruit wasn't so awful after all.

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