tusk (law x afab!reader nsfw)
law helps you get a midnight snack... just a short lil blurb that's been stuck in my head
afab!reader, no pronouns used. mdni, 18+, nsfw, angst if you squint, strawhat!reader, wc: 602 masterlist
“We shouldn’t be doing this…” you whisper between kisses as he runs his hand through the back of your hair and tugs at it gently.
“Don’t care.” Law replies, hunger in his eyes as he pulls you back in, teeth biting at your lower lip.
He sighs against your lips as his hands slip under your shirt, beautifully inked fingers roaming across your chest experimentally. Blood rushes to your cheeks when he squeezes your breast and pokes his tongue into your mouth. Yours eagerly meets his and the lewd mixing of your spit leaves you with your heartbeat in your ears.
“You’re so fucking beautiful…” he murmurs. One of his hands slides down to your waist, gently caressing it before roughly grasping you and rolling your hips into his. His eyes are dark with lust, and the cool blue glow of the aquarium tank makes you feel as if you’re completely engulfed in his room—entirely drowning in him.
Law had initiated a quiet game of touch and go with you throughout the last few days, but you tried your best to swallow it down as nothing more than playful teasing. This alliance was temporary. At a moment’s notice, he could become the enemy and easily exploit this weakness you had for him; however, something in his touch, perhaps naïvely, convinced you that he wouldn’t dare.
With the way he whimpers as you run your tongue across his neck, you allow yourself to think that he may be just as weak for you.
He had caught you in the kitchen grabbing a late-night snack; you were climbing on the counters, searching the cabinets for some leftover cookies, only to turn around and see Law emerging from the darkness, empty container in hand.
“Looking for these?” he taunted, smirk on his face as you sat with your legs dangling off the counter, a mask of annoyance on your face.
“Thought you hated those.” you said, fighting the urge to let the edges of your lips quirk upwards.
“They were alright.” he said indifferently, eyes drifting to the container as he sets it down on the table behind him and takes a step closer, positioning himself between your legs. He held up two of his fingers, still coated in crumbs.
“Got a bit left if you want a taste.” he teased, eagerly watching a flood of emotions wash over your face—shock, hesitation, and finally, need. Both of you let out sinful sounds as he slid his fingers into your mouth, your tongue instantly swirling around them, licking them clean of the remnants of your nearly forgotten midnight snack.
When he withdrew them, his fingers traced across your thigh; the cool sensation of air hitting your saliva made you shiver. Gripping your jaw, his lips were almost on yours when you protest, begging him to move somewhere that you were less likely to get caught by one of your crewmates. He gave into your request with the flick of his wrist, taking you both to the aquarium bar.
Enveloping yourselves in a shroud of privacy had unknowingly gotten you into a world of more trouble with Law; he gives you everything he has and then some, leaving your head dizzy and disoriented. Each stroke he gives you endears him more to you, playing a dangerous game of encouraging your budding attachment to him. The delicious sounds he makes and soft undertones to his touches are enough to convince you he’s caught up in the delirium too, desperately wanting to claim you as his to keep.
After all, if this was just sex, he wouldn’t fuck you like he loved you…
Right?
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