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Law’s eyes are dark with pleasure, blown pupils covering the steel gray in them.
He’s mesmerized, thinking this is the greatest wet dream he’s ever had, except it’s not a dream. It’s fucking reality.
You’re laying on his bed, legs open wide and marked with his bites, nails, spanks. His.
The sight makes his possessive streak rise with content. It licks his wounds, easies his insecurities. Right now, you look like you belong more to him than yourself.
He dives right in again, not giving you much time to come back from your orgasm before controlled flicks of his tongue press against your sensitive clit. You gasp, high moans going straight to his dick and making it twitch between his legs.
He’s always known he likes your small hands on his hair, setting his stray hairs away while he reads, delicate touch lulling him to sleep. But he thinks that this rivals it, your hands clenching on his scalp so hard it hurts, desperately pulling him further down your sensitive lips.
Law lets you have your fun, lets you chase the feeling of his hot mouth eating you out, sucking on your clit before pushing his tongue inside, fucking you with it until he’s numb, warmth spreading on his chest with your little cries.
He pulls back when you clench around him one too many times, resisting the urge to fuck you into the mattress when you moan in complain, instead spanking your clit, hard.
The wet sound makes you cry out loud, clenching around nothing. He knows he’s going to dream about this moment forever. “Law–”
“Behave.” He warns, two fingers pinching your lips together so your swollen clit puffs out, deliciously pink and wet, and his other hand goes down to smack it. “We have the whole night ahead of us. It won’t be smart of you to be a little brat right off the bat, now would it?”
“Law, baby, please, ’s too much. I want you inside, please.”
He tsks, hand going down to pump himself and squeeze the bottom of his length, desperate not to cum untouched because of your begging.
You notice the slow movement, and have half the mind to hate him. Hypocrite. Giving you so much shit for being too horny when he’s at the brink himself.
He only smirks. “What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” and goes down on you again. Some of your recent orgasm drips past his lips, and just when Law thought his dick couldn’t get any harder, you haul him up towards your mouth, kissing the slick off his lips.
“Won’t you help me? Please,” you ask in your sweetest voice, and the sound makes Law’s heart stutter in his chest, clawing it’s way up his throat. He does want to help. He really does.
“I said I’ll take care of you, did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?” He says, gentle fingers playing with your slit, making you gasp. Biting your mouth, chin, licking your neck down to your nipples, he blows on them, heart swelling with your answering meowls, and sucks them. Leaving wet traces until he’s facing your slick, he eats out everything you have to offer.
“So wet for me, it must be embarrassing,” he taunts against your cunt, tattooed E and A finally open you up. He scissors them inside you with slow movements, his rough thumb drawing circles into your clit. “This is all for me, isn’t it? Answer me.”
“Yes! Yes, Law, only you, it’s always been– it’s always for you. Fuck, baby, faster.”
“You like it that much, hm?”
You can’t take it anymore, feeling like you may snap any second now. “Yes, I do! Baby, please fuck me, I’ve been so good for you, I need you to– oh my god.”
You’re cut off by the way Law bullies himself inside you, his panting mouth open in a silent moan, and starts going hard.
He’s cursing, ramming against your useless body, sounds wet and echoing deliciously on his ears. “Look at you, sucking me right in.” You sob, cunt tightening around him to the sound of his breathless voice. “I know you like it when it hurts a little bit.”
Your hands are flailing, grasping the sheets and being loud, louder than the squelching sound where his dick meets your heat, fluttering around his length and making his hips stutter in desire. Law hisses in pleasure before he spanks you. “Shut it, crew’s still awake,” he says, doing absolutely nothing to silence you.
You whimper out an apology, apparently too loud for his liking if the possessive way his hands grip your ass is anything to go by.
Without pulling out, he turns you onto your stomach, your head smashed against his pillows. “I don’t want them to fucking hear you. Don’t make me say it again.”
Nodding, you desperately cry out now against your Captain’s pillow. Law hums in appreciation, “Good girl.” Bending over to gently kiss your nape, his inked hands start roaming all over your naked skin. “Come on, kiss me properly.”
He bends a little further, sweaty chest now covering your back, his hips still slowly humping against your bum, and makes out with you despite the awkward angle. Tongue rubbing and sucking yours, swallowing every tiny sound. “You’re going to take all of me, aren’t you? You want my cum.”
“Yes! Want it, Law, want you.” Your answer comes with the fluttering of your hole against him. He smirks.
“But you’ll cum for me first.”
His hips speed up once again, hot length splitting your insides open, and you quickly move your hand down to meet your clit until he slaps it away with a growl. “I didn’t say you could do that.” He answers your cries with a mean snicker. “You’ll cum again untouched, understand?”
You don’t think you can take it. It’s too much, he’s too much, too good, and your brain is all mushy for him. Body reacting to his every touch, toes curling when he hits a particularly good spot, then screaming when his tip touches your g-spot. “The-there! Baby, harder, faster.”
Law smirks at the sound. “So damn bossy,” and downright abuses the bundle of nerves with this harsh thrusts. “Show me how pretty you look when you cum.”
Your drawn out sob make his ears ring before you’re creaming around him, unable to keep your moans in, even when you break the skin of your lips.
Law doesn’t slow down his pace. “Tsk, look at how much you came. Messy little brat.”
You can’t see his face right now, focusing on catching your breath. But if you did, you would see a satisfied smile, his hungry gaze eating your body up, still so ready for him, so wet and hot where his hands are holding you. The sight making it difficult to slow down, so he doesn’t.
He pulls you up from your waist until your back is against his chest, and you almost cum again because of this new angle alone.
You’ll remember to thank your Gods for making this man fall in love with you.
His grip on your waist tightens as he’s getting close, but you’re suddenly flipping him over, your need to ride him dumb overcoming you.
Hovering on top of his leaking cock for a second before you’re leading him inside you, goosebumps rise on your skin with the way Law gasps.
You only bounce a few more times before Law cums hard biting his lips, the sight of your tits bouncing in rhythm with your little jumps doing it for him. “Mhm.” He hisses, feeling your walls milking every last drop. “That felt goo–ah”
“Ah– fuck.” Law stutters when you start moving your hips again, hot pleasure making his eyes fall shut.
“Again, please, fuck me again.” You beg not giving him time to breathe, rubbing your wet lips on him before wildly bouncing on his twitching length. His answering smirk is too handsome, boyish, yet down right sinful.
He grips your waist to sit up and give you a languid kiss, tongue gently working against yours until he hears your needy moans against his mouth. He smiles, lips still touching yours when the bed bounces slightly to the rythm of your little jumps.
Law slowly lays back down, his hips lazily bucking up to meet yours. “As you wish.”