#handmaid reader

“What can I do for you, Oflaw?” he sits down on his chair, folding his hands in front of his chest, his elbows resting on the arm rests. You fold your hands behind your back while slowly coming closer. Your eyes skim your surroundings as you make your way over to him.

“I…I have a favor, Sir.” You start, your stomach tightening at your words ever so slightly. This could go many ways and most of them don’t have a favorable outcome for you. But you simply have to ask him. You’re dying to see your little monkey again.

“A favor?” he asks. “That’s unusual.” He shifts in his chair, now resting his head against his closed fist, his other hand casually lying on the armrest. You look at him briefly and see and amused glint in his eyes but you’re not too sure why he could be amused.

“I know, Sir.” You respond, not elaborating on said ‘favor’. Law waits for you to speak further but when he realizes that your mouth seems to be shut tightly, he sighs in annoyance, the amusement he was feeling earlier not turning sour. “I suppose it can’t be such a huge favor if you can’t open your mouth to ask me in the first place.” He states. You flinch at his words, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“Commander Trafalgar, I want to see my son.” You almost blurt out, the knot in your stomach growing bigger and bigger, tightening so hard and spreading throughout your whole body until it reaches your throat, making it hard for you to breathe. You’re now looking at the Commander directly, your own eyes wide like a deer’s while his are unimpressed and rather bored at your request. He doesn’t seem surprised at all, as if he’s anticipated it the whole time.

Law sighs once again and slowly shakes his head, his one hand opening the drawer to his desk, fishing a glass and a bottle of alcohol out of it. “You know I can’t do this, Oflaw. This is against the law.” He replies but by his tone you know that he doesn’t actually care about the law. You’ve always been suspicious of him actually believing all this shit in the first place but who are you to question him?

“Please! I need to see him! I haven’t seen him in so long! I won’t interact with him, I just need to know that he’s okay!” you plead, taking a few steps forward until your thighs almost touch the edge of his desk. Your hands are clutched together in front of your chest and you look at him desperately.

Law pours himself a drink before he looks back at you, still unimpressed. “The answer is no, Oflaw. Now, go back to your room.” He orders you before taking a sip of his drink. You want to cry, really but you hold the tears back, taking in a deep breath. He won’t get rid of you so easily. You want to see your son and you will try to do everything in your power to reach your goal.

With a surge of confidence, you grab the glass out of his hand, catching him off guard as he can only watch when you take a sip of the drink yourself. The alcohol burns your mouth and your throat but this is exactly what you need right now. It’s not a lot but just this one sip gives you even more strength to follow through with your plan.

“I hope you’re not pregnant, Oflaw.” Law states dryly, the amusement from before now back in his eyes. You look him straight in the eye while your lips touch the rim of the glass again. You throw your head back quickly, emptying the content completely. With a silent thud you put the glass down, your tongue licking over your lips to taste the rest of the burning liquor on your tongue.

Your hands reach up to remove the white cover from your hair and opening your hair, letting it fall down, framing your face perfectly. “What are you doing?” you hear him ask but you don’t give a response. Instead, slowly open the red dress, letting it slide down your body, revealing your not so flattering underwear.

Law’s eyes stay on your face, not even a little fazed by your sudden action. Has he anticipated this as well?

Trying to shake off the uncertainty, you step out of the dress before you take off your shoes, placing them neatly in front of the desk. When you get up to round the table you’re caught off guard when you see your commander standing next to the desk. When did he get up and how can he be so quiet?

Instinctively, you take a step back, leading to him taking a step forth. Both his hands are casually slipped inside his pockets as he casually makes his way over towards you until he has you cornered against the cold wall. You swallow hard at the close proximity, the heat that is radiating from his body is almost too much.

“You really want to wake sleeping dogs, Oflaw?” he asks, his voice a low murmur, sending shivers down your spine. “Trying to seduce a commander is a crime.” He continues and you can’t help but to wonder if it really is. Maybe if people found out…

“My decision is clear, Oflaw. I will not let you see your son.” His right hand comes up to your face, grabbing your chin not harshly but not gently either. Your heart is beating in your chest, trying to escape your body like a prisoner in his cell. How could you be so stupid? Why did you think you could convince him with a sexual favor? He has been ‘having sex’ with you for the last couple of months and he can do it over and over and over again as long as he wishes!

He leans forward until his lips brush against the shell of your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. You can hear the silent shuffle of his other hand leaving his pocket and shortly after you feel it press against your lower stomach before it dips inside your granny panties. You gasp in shock and try to wiggle yourself out of this situation but his grip on your chin holds you in place.

When Law’s warm fingers brush over your clit, you take in a sharp breath, mouth slightly agape. A low chuckle is his response as he moves his digits across your folds, feeling how you’re becoming wetter and wetter for him. Your body is reacting on its own, leaving you no room to actively push against him. He’s not going to grant your wish; he’s simply taking advantage of you! For fuck’s sake, stop him, Y/n! your mind screams at you, yelling for you to get the hell out of here but you can’t move.

It’s been too long since someone touched you like this and you didn’t know that your body craved this sort of touch until now. Still, you know it’s wrong; you shouldn’t be doing this in the first place. Desperation led you to this situation and now you have to live with the consequences.

The hand on your chin slowly moves down your throat and to your chest, feeling your soft flesh underneath the undershirt. His big hand starts kneading your breast surprisingly good and you can’t help but lean into his touch. Maybe if you play along he will reconsider and grant your wish. At least that’s what you desperately think.

You can’t hold back the shy moan when two of his digits slip past your wet folds and start pumping inside of you, making wet at lewd sounds while he’s at it. You feel how your knees start to buckle underneath you but his hands keep you up somehow.

Your wild pants and the occasional moan can be heard in the office in contrast to the commander who is dead silent. You wouldn’t even be sure if he was still breathing if it wasn’t for his mouth right next to your ear.

When he curled his fingers inside of you just the right way, a loud moan slipped past your lips and your tightened around his digits, moving your hips against his thrusts. A low growl was his response; a primal and animalistic sound that was rumbled through his chest and resonated in your own body, letting the sweet feeling inside of you increase even more.

This is wrong. This is so wrong and yet it feels so good. You bring your hands up to his chest, feeling the strong muscles underneath his dress shirt. You undo the tie around his neck before your hands start unbuttoning the shirt, revealing a big tattoo which takes you by surprise. Commanders are allowed to have tattoos?

Your hands move down, feeling the abs in his stomach before your reach the waistband of his pants. You bite your lower lip when you take a deep breath through your nose, letting your hand move over the fabric of his pants one time, feeling the big bulge underneath it. A low “fuck” is Law’s response and he adds another finger, now violently pumping into you.

In the heat of the moment, you open his pants swiftly and let your hand disappear inside it. You can feel his hard pubic hair that leads straight to the desired meat between his legs, already hot and heavy in your hand when you close your fingers around it.

You start to awkwardly pump his dick in your hand, spreading the pre-cum that has been gathering at his tip over the whole length. You feel a prominent vein running down his shaft and you trace it with one finger, forcing another “fuck” out of his mouth.

“Damnit!” he hisses when you clench around his fingers, his mouth finding your neck and plastering it with wet and sloppy kisses. He knows he can’t mark you even when the urge is so strong. You whimper at his touch, closing your eyes and enjoying the sweet treatment he’s giving you. How long has it been since a man has made you feel this way? Too long…

With a low grunt Law removes his fingers from your dripping core and he impatiently pulls your panties down, exposing your glistering sex to his hungry eyes. He harshly grabs both your wrists and pulls them up above your head, pinning them against the wall with one hand. Your breath is shaky and you look up at him with lust filled eyes.

His free hand grabs your thigh and pulls it up, his dick lining up with your sex perfectly. You feel how his cock is teasing your clit, making you move against him in response. Law stops in his movement and presses his whole body against you but not entering you yet.

“Good and upright is the Lord. He is kind, merciful and righteous. God cannot be deceived for He knows what’s in your heart. Let no one deceive you with empty words because of such things God’s wrath comes on those who are disobedient.” Law cites, then stops for a moment. He leans in again until his lips are back against your ear.