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willowbelle · 3 days

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Price to Pay

❤︎ trafalgar law x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: dick-riding, brat taming kinda.

summary: you steal law's hat & put it on during sex. ;)

wc: ~800

tagging: @bby-deerling @eelnoise @risenwrites @strawheart-pirate @uchihabbynic @nina-ya @mandiemegatron@shamblespirate@eelnoise@maddddstuff @lowkeycasanova @stuckinthewrongworld @laylaloves-ed @leftladyluminary

Price to Pay

Law shifts his position beneath you, bending his knees and planting his heels firmly into the mattress for leverage as he thrusts into you. You allow your head to lull back, mumbles and mewls of pleasure escaping your lips as his tip expertly caresses your sweet spot. The change in angle intensifies each sensation, making your head grow fuzzy, every stroke deeper and more precise than the last.

“Greedy tonight, aren’t ‘cha?” the doctor chuckles, inhaling a shaky breath of air through gritted teeth as your walls clench him tighter.

Your breath catches as Law's thrusts become more forceful, his rhythm unrelenting and cruel. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he holds you steady, guiding your body to move in perfect harmony with his.

Your senses are consumed by the ecstasy he bestows upon you, yet amidst the haze of pleasure, your eyes catch sight of his hat perched atop his head.

The thought of taking that prized possession of his crosses your mind briefly; a playful, mischievous urge that nips at your conscience and leaves you bloody with impishness.

You imagine the look of surprise and challenge in his eyes if you were to reach up and snatch it away, the moment when realization sets in and his priorities shift.

But even as the temptation grows, you weigh the consequences. Law's unyielding grip on your hips and the fierce intensity of his movements tell you he might not take kindly to your mischief. His breaths are concentrated, his hips meticulous in the way they roll to meet your weeping insides; do you dare distract him?

The thought lingers, though, playful and audacious, even as you teeter on the brink of surrender. Law's powerful thrusts and expert caresses bring you to a state of near delirium, each moment blurring the lines between control and chaos.

And then, you reach up, your fingers brushing against the brim of his speckled hat, and with a quick, decisive motion, you throw caution to the wind, and lift it from his head.

As his dark locks tumble down, framing his intense gaze, you catch a glimpse of the fierce desire smoldering in his eyes.

His reaction is immediate—a flash of surprise in his eyes, followed by a low, rumbling chuckle. His lips curve into a smirk as he watches you place the hat on your own head, the brim tilting at a jaunty angle.

The leopard-speckled garment feels weighty and powerful on your head, both foreign and exhilarating, a symbol of his dominance that you've momentarily claimed for yourself.

Your heart races as you see the challenge in Law's gaze. He never loses his focus or his pace, continuing to thrust into you with unrelenting precision. But now there's an added intensity in his movements, a new fire kindled by your boldness.

He leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin, his voice a low murmur that sends shivers down your spine. "Oh, I see you're feeling daring tonight," he teases, his tone a mix of amusement and something darker, more possessive.

The game you've started electrifies the air between you, making your legs tremble around his abdomen, a thrilling interplay of control and surrender.

"Don’t get me wrong,” the captain rasps in between moans, “It looks good on you," he murmurs, a hint of challenge in his tone, "But remember, there's a price to pay for stealing a captain's hat."

With a smooth motion, he reaches up and flicks the brim of the hat up, adjusting it slightly on your head, giving himself a better view of your flushed face. His touch sends a thrill through you, a teasing reminder of the game you've started.

“Oh, I’m aware” you whisper, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

His eyes lock onto yours, a playful intensity in his gaze. "Yeah?” he chuckles, a hint of promise in his voice, "Think you can handle that?"

“I know I can,” you assert, grinding harder against him to meet his challenge head-on.

Law's hands move from your hips to your waist, his fingers pressing into your skin as he guides you to meet each of his powerful thrusts, stimulating your aching clit with each agonizingly-slow forward pull. His touch is possessive yet teasing, a clear sign that he relishes the challenge you've offered him.

"Hold on tight, then," he murmurs, his voice a low, sultry promise of what's to come. His grip tightens as he continues to ravish you, pushing you closer to the edge with every calculated stroke.