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“Oh - fuck.”

Law knew full well that he would regret the hissed outburst later, but from the moment that hot, pink tongue darted out to taste the proof of his arousal for her, any lingering trace of composure vanished right out the window. The relentless teasing he’d endure from the woman later was as far from Law’s own mind as the people and world around them were to Nami, and for one single second - that first second her mouth closed around him - he was almost positive he would fail that challenge within heartbeats of her issuing it.

The only thing he could fathom for managing not to was deep-rooted, subconscious terror of the mortification he would face for it afterward - and perhaps a little the blistering grasp he held on the steering wheel.

Because as long as the surgeon may have spent longing for it, nothing in his filthiest, wettest dreams could compare to the sheer pleasure that came of the redhead actually putting those lips where he’d craved them.

Once the initial lightning bolt of ecstasy had run its course, stirring every cell in his body to alertness, Law channeled a silent prayer of gratitude to whatever headstrong part of him had managed not only to not blow his load in her mouth the moment of first contact, but also managed not to veer from their lane or crash in the process.

He could feel the heat of flushing crimson from tips of his ears to right where she lapped at him when he finally recovered. And registered the hand that had shifted to cradle her skull when she’d sunk down on him.

God. She had no idea how desperately he’d wanted her - still wanted her. She couldn’t possibly.

“Shit,” he managed to breathe at last. “Guess I liked those garters of yours more than I realized.” It was a shallow attempt at a lie and he knew it, but he’d be damned if he left her thinking her fun would be over as quickly as it started. He had braced himself properly now, adequately prepared for what he’d clearly underestimated, until slowly every muscle that had grown instantly rigid began to relax underneath her. He could handle it. He would handle it - her and everything she threw at him, because he demanded and she deserved no less and he wanted her -

Sparing a quick glance downward to commit the image to memory, Law didn’t bother concealing the rich notes of dazed, deep lust in his voice as tattooed fingers carded their way into tangerine tresses.

“You’re even more gorgeous sucking my dick than I imagined.”

Law was putty in her palm, barely holding it together all the while training his eyes forward on the road- proving to her he could handle it.

Patiently, Nami waited for a proper response beyond the buck of hips that told the woman that he was doing his best to remain calm and level headed despite the circumstances. When his foot was on the gas petal pliant fingers were careful not to over stimulate the man, saving it for when he was properly stopped.

It was beginning to feel like they were hitting nearly every light possible and as impatient as the ginger was to see Law make good on all the promises he made to destroy her, she was having fun teasing him.

A little more and Nami was sure she could get the man to beg for it, but he'd already broken for her once tonight. She would have plenty of ways to torment him through the night, so instead of making him wait further, she chose to give the man what he'd so desperately wanted.

Running her tongue along his broad mouth, Nami gripped the man's cock between her fingers. Giving him a hearty tug as she imagined he'd done for her all these months to her pretty pictures, she offered a coy smile.

”I just want to make sure my boyfriend makes it back to my place in one piece so you can… what was it you said, again? A very, very long night?” Long and hard, she hoped. “I put my pretty little mouth on your cock and you don't dare cum until you're parked outside my place, got it? I wanna see just how much you can handle.”

Waiting no further for a response- knowing he'd make good on her request- long sunset locks were tossed over her shoulder. Bending down, her tongue gave an experimental lap at Law's swollen head to taste the precum that had formed there. “Mmm…”

Gods she couldn't wait to get him inside her.

Had he been anyone else, his begging would have received more teasing… but Law had awoken something in her. Fear that someone might look into the window to see her head in his lap was the last thing on her mind. The road could have been completely devoid of other cars or pedestrians for all she cared.

Wetting her pretty pout with her lips, Nami hummed as she took the tip of the man into her mouth, offering a sweet suck.

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Law didn’t have to look at the redhead to feel the weight of her searching stare upon his features. Even with his gaze on the road ahead of them, lightly bustling and lined with the regular cluster of costume-clad passersby, or the very effective distraction of Nami’s hand stroking his dick, the label did not escape his notice.

Neither did the feeling that Nami was watching for his reaction - as much to the casual use of the term as the roll of her wrist that accompanied it.

One, there was no use in concealing. Not with the way he twitched in her palm and arched oh so subtly into the touch. But the other…

His girlfriend.

For several long moments, Law gave no indication that he had heard the word at all. Eyes remained glued steadfastly ahead of him. The set of his jaw as firm as it had been, even as the light turned green and his foot returned to the accelerator again.

His girlfriend.

They made it two more blocks before the next stop. And while in the bar Law would have lamented each signal that hindered their progress, with his cock in Nami’s grasp they seemed to the wolf a very fortuitous turn of events in comparison.

For that entire two blocks, though, Law did not answer her. His face remained carefully composed both in shadow and passing pools of light from the street lamps. Over and over he turned that simple little word in his mind, as if now that he’d heard it out loud he wasn’t entirely sure what he was supposed to make of it.

And all the while, Nami was watching him.

Right up to the moment the car rolled to a stop and he turned to her, frowning. “I really hope I just imagined you saying that,” he said with a sigh. Reaching down, he caught Nami’s wrist in the space between them, golden eyes narrowing as he used the grip to pull her closer. “Because I’d hate to think my girlfriend doesn’t trust me to keep us alive while she’s got those pretty lips around my cock after all that teasing.”

Using the last few seconds the red light afforded them, Law leaned in to tease her lip between his teeth. Not until his tongue dragged slowly along it did he allow his own to finally curve at the corner. His girlfriend.

“C’mon, beautiful. I’ve been dreaming about you putting that mouth on me for months now.”

Oh, Nami knew exactly how much the man loved her touch along his length. “So what?” Though she didn't expect a response. She knew now how long Law had imagined this moment, tattooed fingers wrapped around himself while the other hand whirled across the digital keyboard on his phone.

Had he sent her a pic she would have been sure. Nothing says I'm madly in love with you like a dick pic from a man so private as Law. The only reason Nami hadn't realized is because she refused to believe it was possible that a clever, quiet and ungodly handsome man like him might actually consider her in a more romantic setting. He was a busy surgeon-in-training, working long hours, they both said they didn't have time to date…

… And yet all of their free time had been spent with one another. Holidates turned into bi-weekly dates, late night visits to Franky's to keep the redhead company while closing only to stay up watching movies together on one of their couches until it was time for the doctor's next shift. Those early mornings Nami would get coffee with him just to get another hour together, and to see watch the way golden eyes lit up under a fresh black coffee.

Smart women sometimes had lapses in intelligence when it came to men. These types could lead her to sleep with the dumbest man at the bar, or the man that had been pining after her for years, both of which likely would have eventually happened had it not been for Law's presence in her life. With him Nami completely missed all the signs, choosing to push down her own feelings because they were just friends and that must mean Law just needed to relieve a little tension…

Nevermind that he asked for nothing in return, choosing to relieve her tension instead while he took care of his own. He was a good man and would be an even better boyfriend.

Because that's what he was now, right?

That's what Law was really after- A girlfriend- Not just a girlfriend- Her as his girlfriend. Nami's garters were just the perk to having the hottest girlfriend ever.

“I was never going to stop.” A giggle and a shift in her seat, chestnut eyes watched the way Law's jaw clenched. His husky request sent a jolt through her body, love knowing just how much he loved her touch. “You're lucky your girlfriend is very generous. But I wonder… do you really think you can handle my mouth on this big boy-” A hand slid down his length and back up again. “-while you drive?”

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When he thought back on it later, he would wonder why it had taken so long. Not just for him to make a proper move, as she pointed out, but why - if she knew him so well - Nami had not noticed it sooner, either. He would almost laugh with the thought of it then - after he got over the remorse for how much time they had missed out on.

For now there were more pressing things on Law’s mind - such as the tremor that tore along his spine and the effort not to rear-end the car in front of them at the mention of her lips around his member. An offer he’d half expected to be rescinded considering how adamantly he’d shut down all complaints about the gift card he hadn’t won her. Had she forgotten about that? If she had, he’d be damned if he’d be the one to remind her.

He probably couldn’t have if he wanted to, anyway. Not with how dry his throat had gone or the way his blood warmed to a near dizzying inferno in his veins as that hand drew closer to where he so desperately wanted her-

And damn it, she did know him. Every move that she made and every filthy word off her tongue chosen specifically to tease and torment, from the angle of her skirt across her legs to the long, slow drag of her zipper while she freed him.

Law’s groan of relief drowned out even the thundering of his pulse in his ears. It was better - infinitely better - and that was before Nami’s fingers had even curled around him. Let alone her mouth.

Shit.

So focused was the doctor on keeping his face composed - on paying attention to the road before him and trying so hard to keep the woman from knowing how badly a few choice words and the pull of a zipper had affected him, he didn’t realize he’d breathed the curse out loud.

Gold eyes cut to chestnut in the glow of the red light. “Bold claim,” he short back. “From the woman soaking through my passenger seat right now. You’d think if you were so-“

But whatever he’d meant to say withered on Law’s tongue when she touched him. The simplest of gestures - just an exploratory brush of her fingers against his shaft before they enveloped him - that left knuckles whitening with the shock waves it sent through him. God. How many times had he thought about this moment? How many hours spent longing for her to look at him and touch him that way, say exactly the things she was saying to him at the moment…

He was in so much fucking trouble. She’d barely gotten her hands on him and it was already all Law could do to keep from vowing anywhere she wanted with that offer. Instead, he attempted to turn his gaze ahead once more and distinguish brake from gas pedal as they neared the next signal.

“Thats an awful lot of talking about wanting to get your mouth on me for - someone who hasn’t done it yet,” he countered casually. Or might have countered casually, had the slightest hitch of his breath and clenching of his jaw not betrayed him as Nami’s thumb brushed the tip of his erection. Oh. God. “Keep doing that,” he pleaded. “Keep touching me.”

All reason went out the window the moment Law's lips were back on her own. Nami didn't care who walked out of the door next, eyes sliding closed to feel the moment her back hit the concrete buiding. Lightning crackled in the woman's veigns, lighting up behind her eyes as a noise of pure pleasure past her lips.

Later when the moment replayed in her head on repeat with all that was to come next she'd realize it was the first time her moan had been unhindered by fear of those around them overhearing. For the first time it was truly just the two of them, both clearly aware of how they had grown to affect one another- emotionally and sexually. Even reading one another's mind, one hand snaking around the man's back to run the tips of her nails down his broad, muscular back.

Fuck.

Little red was truly off the path now. She'd let the big bad wolf lead her right into the deep end of the lake. It should have been cold, and somewhere Nami's brain tried to remember what the windchill was for the evening, but for the life of her couldn't remember any number beyond sixty-nine-

Which made no sense, because that would be negative sixty-nine, which would put them atop a mountain nearing frostbite-

“Hnn- Uh huh-” How they untangled themselves, Nami wasn't sure. One second tattooed fingers were pawing at ample breasts that were threatening to free themselves from their leather confines and the next they were curled around her hand.

She hadn't even had time to argue that he was wrong because of course she wanted him more before they were moving again- but then again Law was the one popping a boner for her in the middle of the dance club. The very thought had a bubble of laughter escape her lips, a moment of bravery come over her. “And here I was dumb enough to think you'd just wanted to be friends this whole time. For someone so big and bad, I think you're really softy… Guess you're going to have to prove me wrong, huh?”

The words rolled over her tongue like honey. Because she knew him. Had she not blindsided herself from seeing what was in front of her face the whole time, she would have seen it. He didn't need to say out loud that he would always give her everything she wanted and needed. Turned out mom was right and some things were more important than money, or winning, or gift cards…

Like a man that was six-three and really, really good with his hands

When they exited the bar, Nami had only assumed that the few block walk back to the car would feel like an eternity. Within no time at all the lights flickered just up ahead, indicating the man had already unlocked it as they neared.

“I hope there's no traffic, I'm not sure how much longer I can wait wondering if all of you is just as big-” Eyes briefly flit down to the bulge and back to wolflike golden eyes. "-before I find out for myself."

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It was exactly that reason - the unbridled, wanton moan that escaped Nami's lips when he'd touched her - that had set long legs beating a hurried path along the sidewalk in the first place. It was only a single noise, the first of so many more he vowed to elicit from her before this night was through, but the jolt of arousal it shot through his bloodstream nearly left Law breathless with anticipation for her.

It hadn't been like that the last time. When Law had touched her before in the photo booth, even as Nami's grip had tightened on his hair and eyes screwed shut as she'd let herself collapse against him, she had never let herself sigh so unrestrainedly before this. Couldn't have for concern of any mall-goers who might notice them. But tonight - this time - Law would make sure that nothing disturbed them. This time he meant to take all the time in the world to explore her. To map out every curve of her body and deliberately draw every melodic noise from her lips, and they needed to go now - right now - so that he might hurry and start that -

Unlocking the doors to herald their arrival, Law caught the playful lilt to Nami's voice and levelled a sideways glance at her.

"I did in the beginning," he protested automatically. And he had only meant to be her friend - for a while. Until holidates had turned into casual "Hey I won these tickets-" or "Maybe you'd like to spend your day off at the beach with us?" Until he'd had the time to witness all those little things that made her so much more than just a pretty package and realized that at some point he had truly begun to enjoy her company - and long for it whenever it wasn't available.

Until he'd done exactly what she'd said and grown soft for her.

Crossing to Nami's side of the car, Law pulled the door open. But before she could retort or get inside, he nudged her back against the side of the vehicle, forearms resting against the glass on either side of her.

"Tell you what," he began, and nipped her lip sharply. "You make it through this night still thinking there's anything soft about me, and I'll gladly treat you to that dinner you wanted. Deal? Now get in and get your fingers crossed there's not any traffic; if there is, I'm pulling over and having my way with you right there on the shoulder. But there'll be a whole lot more room to prove my point in your bedroom."

With a quick swipe of his tongue over the place he'd just bit her, the surgeon untangled his finghers from hers and crossed jauntily to the driver's seat. He wasted no time turning the keys in the ignition or peeling away from the sidewalk.

It wasn't until they were several blocks away, the club growing distant behind them, that Law looked over with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "And speaking of things that definitely aren't soft..." he half-jested, "You don't have to wait until we get there to get your answer, you know."

All reason went out the window the moment Law's lips were back on her own. Nami didn't care who walked out of the door next, eyes sliding closed to feel the moment her back hit the concrete buiding. Lightning crackled in the woman's veigns, lighting up behind her eyes as a noise of pure pleasure past her lips.

Later when the moment replayed in her head on repeat with all that was to come next she'd realize it was the first time her moan had been unhindered by fear of those around them overhearing. For the first time it was truly just the two of them, both clearly aware of how they had grown to affect one another- emotionally and sexually. Even reading one another's mind, one hand snaking around the man's back to run the tips of her nails down his broad, muscular back.

Fuck.

Little red was truly off the path now. She'd let the big bad wolf lead her right into the deep end of the lake. It should have been cold, and somewhere Nami's brain tried to remember what the windchill was for the evening, but for the life of her couldn't remember any number beyond sixty-nine-

Which made no sense, because that would be negative sixty-nine, which would put them atop a mountain nearing frostbite-

“Hnn- Uh huh-” How they untangled themselves, Nami wasn't sure. One second tattooed fingers were pawing at ample breasts that were threatening to free themselves from their leather confines and the next they were curled around her hand.

She hadn't even had time to argue that he was wrong because of course she wanted him more before they were moving again- but then again Law was the one popping a boner for her in the middle of the dance club. The very thought had a bubble of laughter escape her lips, a moment of bravery come over her. “And here I was dumb enough to think you'd just wanted to be friends this whole time. For someone so big and bad, I think you're really softy… Guess you're going to have to prove me wrong, huh?”

The words rolled over her tongue like honey. Because she knew him. Had she not blindsided herself from seeing what was in front of her face the whole time, she would have seen it. He didn't need to say out loud that he would always give her everything she wanted and needed. Turned out mom was right and some things were more important than money, or winning, or gift cards…

Like a man that was six-three and really, really good with his hands

When they exited the bar, Nami had only assumed that the few block walk back to the car would feel like an eternity. Within no time at all the lights flickered just up ahead, indicating the man had already unlocked it as they neared.

“I hope there's no traffic, I'm not sure how much longer I can wait wondering if all of you is just as big-” Eyes briefly flit down to the bulge and back to wolflike golden eyes. "-before I find out for myself."

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I finished it! 😍🥹😫 He’s so cute! Even if he is technically my second favorite doctor.

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There. Now that was more like it, Law thought to himself, unable to keep the lopsided smirk that twitched at the corner of his mouth contained while he watched his date turn this development over. And over. Brown eyes practically glowing with intensity where they locked with his. Cheeks flushing a color so deep they nearly had the surgeon abandoning all notions of propriety right there on the sidewalk -

Nami looked for all the world as if her mind had short-circuited. And damn it all if the sight of her chewing on the edge of that perfectly polished fingernail didn't bring him right back to the state he'd been in on the dance floor - desperate and positively aching for her.

For this beautiful, seductive, perfect woman who Law's lips told no even as everything in the way he looked at her said otherwise.

No, he would not pay the redhead for the pleasure of her company tonight. No, he would not listen to one single word more about the gift card she'd be leaving behind her. No, he would not roll over and do whatever she demanded - as so many men were so quick to do for her. And no, he wasn't interested in a night of frivolity they would pretend didn't happen.

But yes, said pools of amber if she searched them.

Yes, he'd make it up to her anyway - both in all the attention he would lavish on that delectable body when they got there and almost anything she might ask of him later.

Yes, said the heartbeat he was sure she must feel as slender fingers curled around his shirtfront to pull him closer.

Yes, he would deny her simply to see it fluster and rile her - anything to keep those lust-filled eyes fixed on him that way for even a single moment longer.

And yes, promised the way he leaned into her so eagerly - yes, yes, yes, he would kiss her until the sun came up as long as she wanted him. As often and as long as he was able - whenever he wasn't busy with all the other things he meant to do when he finally got his hands.

Or rather... When he finally got his hands on more of her, he supposed. Because somehow, in the time it had taken to whisper "gladly" before claiming her lips as she'd ordered - somewhere in the heartbeat it had taken eyes to slide closed, tongues to tangle, and his larger frame to box her in against the building, tattooed hands had found their way exactly where she'd wanted want. Full of heaving, generous breasts through her corset, heedless of anyone who might be coming or going around them.

But why should Law care about anyone else when it was Nami he'd be going home with? Who could blame him when she'd looked right at him and simpered how badly she wanted him?

"That's more fucking like it," he growled out loud this time. "Although I guarantee it's not as badly as I want you. Now..."

Lips brushed hers a final time before groping hands relinquished their grasp on her cleavage, fingers finding their way from there to twine with Nami's like they belonged there. He was already walking before he looked back to grin at her.

"Get in the car and get ready for a long night ahead, Little Red. I've got tomorrow off and I intend to fucking ruin you."

He was telling her no-

Nami stopped in her tracks, hand tight around Law's as eyes blazed with intensity of a thousand suns.

Trafalgar Law was telling her no-

Nami wasn't used to hearing the word no. Long before puberty and her double d's grew in the redhead knew how to get her way. The only people that told her no was her mother and sister because they knew better. Very few men would dare. Besides Usopp, but he didn't count- in her mind he was one of the girls. Not even Luffy told her no- he just ignored her altogether, taking her words more as a suggestion unlesss his life truly depended on it (she would never forgive him for dragging her onto one of those stupid drop rides).

Pointer finger bit down on the end of almond shaped acrylics, painted crimson to match the hood of her costume.

Trafalgar Law was telling her no in quite possibly the sexiest way a man could.

Law just wasn't telling her no, and if they weren't feet from the entrance of the club she might have jumped him.

“Oh, don't get me wrong…” Dropping the man's hand, she grasped hold of either side of his open shirt to yank him closer. All of centimeters from Law's lips her voice reached a sultry tone. “I'd much rather be with you tonight.”

Breasts heaved against him, fighting the laces of corset and begging to have tattooed digits grasp them. “I want you so fucking bad. I've never been so turned on before in my life and you and I know I wouldn't leave early for just anyone. Now shut up and kiss me.”

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👀 Working my way through some appropriately themed projects this weekend. Sneaky peek below the cut.

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Nami was not the only one to find relief in the evening’s cool embrace: despite the blood still tinting his skin pink and the lingering proof of his arousal through skin-tight leather, Law was as pleased to realize he was listening to the redhead as he was exasperated by the direction her thoughts had taken.

Was it really that difficult to simply acknowledge that she was looking forward to this as much as he was? They both knew how those words had held up before he’d slipped his hand beneath her skirt a second time - didn’t she realize he’d already found the answer he’d longed for? He never would have acted the way he had this evening - let her see how badly he wanted her - if he hadn’t already determined she wanted him just as badly.

Or was she too busy searching for her own answers that she really hadn’t noticed?

“Believe me, I’m listening,” he told her quietly. Still face to face with the woman on the sidewalk, Law’s eyes never strayed from Nami’s for a moment - even as his lips pressed into a thoughtful frown. “But as interested as I am in your ruined panties and ripping them off of you, my answer is no. If you’re gonna walk away from tonight thinking that’s all it was and feeling like you missed out on something, we should just turn around and head back inside right now. Because I’m not interested in owing you for wanting this. For wanting you.”

Please

Please

Please

Every dirty suggestion that left Law's lips had Nami soaking through her panties that much more. No longer was she sure if she wanted him to break- Or if she was about to break herself.

Because all of that didn't just sound good. It sounded amazing.

Face several shades brighter, the ginger became increasingly aware of how hot and crowded the dance floor had become over the last song or two. No longer was she sure how long they'd been there, lips locked as they volleyed dirty suggestions back and forth.

“You're a very, very dirty man, Trafalgar,” Nami purred out once she caught her breath from the mental image of a tattooed hand along her backside over and over until she could no longer sit down. “I knew you had big ears, but it just occurred to me what very big-”

He was very astute, wasn't he? She hadn't even been aware Law had actually been listening that night early on in their arrangement in Ikkaku's back yard. Under her breath she proclaimed the need for a fat joint and a good spanking after a stressful week at the bar. And he remembered.

Lashes fluttered and Nami offered the man an almost coy look. “-Teeth you have.”

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Naturally, Law had a different view of things.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ When he looked back on this evening later, he would not see asking to leave right then as breaking so much as he had been sparing the ginger the indignity of admitting defeat between them - even though Law knew that she had succumbed before him.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ She had to have; she wouldn’t be letting him drag her away already otherwise. At least not unless he’d promised to pocket the hundred dollar gift card on their way out. And while something told the surgeon his greedy companion might just enjoy that, petty theft was far from the top on the list of ways Law meant to spend this Halloween evening.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Discovering all the ways he might touch, please, and thrill her held that honor for the moment. Discovering all the ways she might touch, please, and thrill him a close second.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ But as eager as Law was to get his hands on her (there was no need to ask whose apartment they would head to; Nami’s was closer, so that was where he would take them), his pride abruptly reasserted itself when Nami’s answer sounded behind him. Behind him - because the towering, fur-clad man had already succeeded in elbowing a path halfway across the dance floor for them, his haste half due to reluctance to leave her time to reconsider their departure and half to anticipation for those pretty, pouty lips wrapping themselves around his manhood -

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ And yet.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝Oh? ❞ At the edge of the crowded dance floor, the wolf’s hurried steps slowed to a stop. A single dark eyebrow arching skyward as he turned to her with a tilt of his head. ❝That’s the only reason you’re walking away early right now? Are you sure about that, Little Red? ❞

Please

Please

Please

Every dirty suggestion that left Law's lips had Nami soaking through her panties that much more. No longer was she sure if she wanted him to break- Or if she was about to break herself.

Because all of that didn't just sound good. It sounded amazing.

Face several shades brighter, the ginger became increasingly aware of how hot and crowded the dance floor had become over the last song or two. No longer was she sure how long they'd been there, lips locked as they volleyed dirty suggestions back and forth.

“You're a very, very dirty man, Trafalgar,” Nami purred out once she caught her breath from the mental image of a tattooed hand along her backside over and over until she could no longer sit down. “I knew you had big ears, but it just occurred to me what very big-”

He was very astute, wasn't he? She hadn't even been aware Law had actually been listening that night early on in their arrangement in Ikkaku's back yard. Under her breath she proclaimed the need for a fat joint and a good spanking after a stressful week at the bar. And he remembered.

Lashes fluttered and Nami offered the man an almost coy look. “-Teeth you have.”

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romantic gestures.    bold what applies to your muse, italicize if there's potential (or if it depends).

holding hands   ·   buying flowers   ·   cooking   ·   cuddles   ·   writing a poem / song   ·   holding door open   ·   tying shoe laces   ·   sharing a milkshake with two straws   ·   offering their jacket when it's cold   ·   kissing in the rain   ·   publicly confessing love.

long walks at the beach  ·   doing the titanic pose on a boat   ·   kissing the back of their hand   ·   slow dancing   ·   introducing them to their parents   ·   lighting candles   ·   flower petals on bed   ·   love letters   ·   stargazing   ·   brushing / doing their hair   ·   picnics   ·   teaching them to play an instrument while gently guiding their hands   ·   compliments.

drawing them   ·   self-made gifts   ·   massages   ·   proposing with a family heirloom ring ·   lending them their favorite book to read   ·   paying for dinner / coffee   ·   surprise birthday parties   ·   feeding them   ·   handing them keys to their apartment   ·   making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over   ·   sharing a blanket   ·   couple costumes

tucking a hair strand behind their ear   ·   keeping them from leaving   ·   moving cities to be together   ·   blowing a kiss   ·   breakfast in bed   ·   defending them in a fight   ·   joint bubble baths   ·   dropping the l-bomb / "i love you"   ·   dedicating a song to them   ·   wearing their clothes ·   yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie   ·   grant them the last bite.

tagged by: @cptnslog

tagging: @castaris (if you haven't already!) & anyone else who hasn't/wants to, I am late.

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ This was it.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Pushed to his breaking point and then some, erect length straining so hard against his pants the coldest thoughts in the world could no longer distract him from his ravenous desire for her, Law was this close to saying to hell with his pride altogether. If the promise of his hand upon that pert backside – along with everything else he’d promised both outright and through every smoldering look he had leveled at her this evening – were not enough to sway the redhead to leaving voluntarily, Law was fully prepared to fall back on either of two hastily thought-up backup plans: either risking the ginger’s wrath and bundling her over his shoulder as he elbowed his way through the crowd to the exit, or resorting to the age-old outlet of bribing the woman.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Somehow he knew what both of their preferences would be. He was almost even certain Nami would forgive him for dragging her away from the club empty-handed – eventually.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Fortunately for both of them, the look in Nami’s eyes rendered bribery and kidnapping alike unnecessary, the words he’d so desperately hoped for falling from her lips like the sweetest ambrosia. The slow grin that stretched across Law’s face would have put even the most self-respecting of canines to shame: more than beastly, the look he gave her as those words slipped past her teeth was downright feral.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ And suddenly it did not matter who had caved and who hadn’t. Law did not care about how obviously he longed for her, or her hundred dollar gift card or the friends he was sure would be rolling their eyes on the sidelines. He didn’t care that they had come to a stop or that they were supposed to be faking or that anyone might hear him as he leaned in to press his lips to Nami’s ear above the music.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Only that his fingers had threaded through hers, already ready to drag her across the dance floor or to be dragged by her, and that he would stop at nothing until that same lovely shade of crimson across her cheeks adorned every inch of the skin he couldn’t wait to lay eyes on in the moonlight.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Dragging a single digit along her spine for emphasis, he leaned in and promised, ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝All the better to eat you with, my dear. Now -❞ his teeth grazed the shell of Nami’s ear as he shifted against her –‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝can we please go?❞

Please

Please

Please

Every dirty suggestion that left Law's lips had Nami soaking through her panties that much more. No longer was she sure if she wanted him to break- Or if she was about to break herself.

Because all of that didn't just sound good. It sounded amazing.

Face several shades brighter, the ginger became increasingly aware of how hot and crowded the dance floor had become over the last song or two. No longer was she sure how long they'd been there, lips locked as they volleyed dirty suggestions back and forth.

“You're a very, very dirty man, Trafalgar,” Nami purred out once she caught her breath from the mental image of a tattooed hand along her backside over and over until she could no longer sit down. “I knew you had big ears, but it just occurred to me what very big-”

He was very astute, wasn't he? She hadn't even been aware Law had actually been listening that night early on in their arrangement in Ikkaku's back yard. Under her breath she proclaimed the need for a fat joint and a good spanking after a stressful week at the bar. And he remembered.

Lashes fluttered and Nami offered the man an almost coy look. “-Teeth you have.”

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Me, finding more and more reasons to “awww” and gush and be sentimental over little details in the Law novel every time I reread it. ☠️

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ooc update. I've been into other things besides writing lately, but just wanted to drop in and let everyone I have ongoing threads with know I still haven't forgotten you, I promise. I'll be back to writing eventually, I just gotta cycle through however many hobby hyperfocuses it takes in the meantime. I'm also blah about how long it's been since the last Law appearance in the manga, but on a positive note, I'm using the downtime to try and complete an entire watch-through (which I've never done before). I think going back through everything will hopefully help spark my muse again when I get back up to Law content. In.... a hundred years or so or however long it takes my incapable-of-binge-watching self to get there. Anyway. All that to say I'm still here and haven't dropped anything, I'm just... Idk. Somewhere else right now.

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝No. Of course you aren’t, ❞ Law muttered drily. That much was painfully obvious - at least to one of them. The other had the luxury of *discreetly* soaking through her panties, trying her damndest to feign cool and unaffected while she sought to ensure she held all the cards in the battle of wills they’d waged between them.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ As if it wasn’t enough how obviously he wanted her. Or that he’d let her pick out the skin-tight pants so easily betraying him in the first place, Law snorted.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ But for all her “hard to get” act vexed and riled the surgeon, Law couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to Nami’s stalling. She was thinking about something - and intently - that much was clear to someone who’d spent so much time getting to know the redhead these last few months. He knew what it meant when her gaze drifted the way it did. Had watched her closely and enough, even before he’d realized he was doing it, to recognize the exact moment she went from looking at him to getting lost in her head - though he doubted even Nami herself realized when it happened.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ But there were tells. Little things he’d picked up on along the way - like the slightest knitting of her eyebrows, or the way her teeth toyed with her bottom lip when she was chewing something over…

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ And now it was his turn to be lost in thought, it seemed.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ The point was - he had watched her. Too closely to be casual, he’d realized eventually, but that’s epiphany was behind him now. He knew what he wanted and he knew Nami. Perhaps not as completely as he would like to. Not enough to riddle out exactly where her thoughts had taken her, but if it was something important to her, he knew better than to think she wouldn’t tell him if she wanted to. Nami didn’t hesitate to make her voice heard and he knew it.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ It was because he knew her so well that Law knew exactly what she was up to. And he had no intention of making it easy for her. Two could play at that game, and even if Nami were to win this round - if he caved and gave her what it was she wanted, Law couldn’t help but wonder if she would enjoy it so much when it was his turn to repay the favor.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ An impish curl of his lips and a hunger gleaming in narrowed pools of amber betrayed just how eagerly he was looking forward to it - even as he fought to deny her as long as possible.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Tongue flicking unhurriedly against her own, Law offered a nonchalant shrug of broad shoulders, keeping her firmly in place against him.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝Oh, don’t you worry - I’m more than looking forward to that bit, too. I intend to take you in as many ways as you think you can handle, and I am very interested in all of them. ❞ Breaking from Nami’s mouth, the wolf turned his head until his lips brushed her ear. ❝But as much as I’m going to enjoy seeing my hand outlined in red on that perfect ass of yours, ❞ he whispered with a deliberate squeeze to her backside, ❝There is nothing in this world I’m looking forward to more than watching your face when you break underneath me, Little Red.❞

Unbeknownst to Nami the more seasoned couples had considered the two a non-threat the moment they slipped onto the dance floor with whispers of how clearly new it was to the two. Little did they know it was so new the redhead had not fully processed her own feelings on the matter. As far as those nudging one another at the bar together, placing bets on how much longer they would remain in the competition at all they might as well have been an item this entire time. They used words like girlfriend and boyfriend- a proper couple, not unlike the kind they were pretending to be tonight- if it could be called pretending at all. And it wasn't like the couple term wasn't loosely used, everyone knew Penguin and Shachi were cousins, and yet even they had entered as a couple (deemed not remotely worthy as competition as far Nami was concerned.

For one so astute and insightful when it came to other people, one thing Nami had not done was question her own feelings for Law beyond lust. Anything he wanted was fair game, but not until the feral noise release from his mouth to pull his lips to feels his tongue brush along hers did she realize just how much she wanted the doctor. As territorial as she had been at the game, it had not occurred to her why. But now with finger snaking dangerously close to her center and the taste of rum on his tongue did Nami realize that she might actually have feelings for him.

More than feelings-

As if they were never pretending to be anything but a couple, Nami so often found her guard down around him.. He was comfortable. He was safe. Law could be everything she never wanted for herself, and unless she was mistaken… she might just be everything he wanted.

Oh, little red. Long before all hallows the woman had found herself well off the beaten bath, traversing all new territory. Not one to let herself get feelings, she quite suddenly didn't know what to do with herself. Eyes flit from the hypnotic golden orbs of the wolf-eared man before her, making note of all the exits- unsure whether it was to run or pull him along with her. A busy hand snaked from between crotch and bottom, lips quirking in amusement.

Right.

Lulled into a sense of security, she'd nearly completely forgotten in that moment that they were here for anything beyond drinking and having a good time at all. All instincts that told her to run were dashed away instantly as she turned in the man's arms to rock onto her toes. Purposely pressing against his hard on, Nami's voice was low in response as a full pout brushed the man's earlobe. "I didn't bring you a pair of pants to change into, but after you win me that gift card you can cum in my mouth in the car."

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ For a few exhilarating moments, he thought he had her.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Nami was quiet for so long after his not-really warning that the doctor had almost convinced himself she was weighing her options. It was only a hundred dollar gift card, after all, and as crowded as the dance floor was at the moment, Law knew it had only just begun to stir for the evening. The later it got, it would only grow busier, and the two couples they’d deemed the only actual threats among the current audience would be far from the only competitors as more shuffled in throughout the evening.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ All of which was to say – the night was still young. They had hours ahead of them still before the judging would occur, and between the evidence of Nami’s own arousal he’d felt on her thigh – not to mention the way chestnut eyes seemed to flicker between him, his lips, the nearest exits, and back again, Law had been just about certain that she was about to come to the same conclusion. He’d half gotten his hopes up she’d say “forget the gift card” with the memory of his fingers between her legs so freshly dragged back to the surface – only to be reminded when his words caught up to her that this was, of course, Nami he was talking about.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ His reminder or not, Law could not help the exasperated sigh that escaped him as Nami’s lips grazed his skin.  He should have known better, he supposed. But still.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Blood thrumming in his veins and heart thundering so loudly he could hear it over the blur of the DJ’s music, Law did his best not to give the woman the satisfaction he knew she was looking for – even as the twitch of his leather-clad member against her hip and the strain to his voice betrayed him in the new position, he would not sink to something so desperate as to offer every last bill in his wallet to coax her out any sooner.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ At least not at her first attempt to break him. No matter how good of an effort it had been.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ He would not throw her over his shoulder and drag her outside to deal with the problem she’d created no matter what she had to say on the matter. Probably.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝And here I thought I was supposed to be the villain in this ensemble,❞ he sighed. ❝Who knew that Little Red was such a wicked seductress?❞ Golden eyes slid closed with the warm breath that fanned against his skin and slowly  - very grudgingly -, Law shifted until his hands enveloped her hips, mirroring the less… heated forms of the couples dancing around them. ❝But if it’s a gift card you want…” A slow, roguish smile crept its way onto the surgeon’s face as he considered his next move. ❝Then it’s a gift card you’ll get.❞

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Pulling her so snugly against him he risked a drawn-out sigh from the contact against his straining manhood, it was Law’s turn to whisper in his partner’s ear before she could wriggle away from his grasp.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝It’s all in the performance, isn’t it? So all I have to do is be on my best, wolfish behavior, don’t you think? Should be easy enough,❞ he added – with both a very pointed look and an unhurried swipe of his tongue across his lip. ❝And all you have to do is keep thinking about that hundred dollars – and not how long it’s going to take your ankles to end up on my shoulders when the wolf finally catches you. Piece of cake,❞ he said, vowing internally to make sure it was anything but easy for the redhead.

Unbeknownst to Nami the more seasoned couples had considered the two a non-threat the moment they slipped onto the dance floor with whispers of how clearly new it was to the two. Little did they know it was so new the redhead had not fully processed her own feelings on the matter. As far as those nudging one another at the bar together, placing bets on how much longer they would remain in the competition at all they might as well have been an item this entire time. They used words like girlfriend and boyfriend- a proper couple, not unlike the kind they were pretending to be tonight- if it could be called pretending at all. And it wasn't like the couple term wasn't loosely used, everyone knew Penguin and Shachi were cousins, and yet even they had entered as a couple (deemed not remotely worthy as competition as far Nami was concerned.

For one so astute and insightful when it came to other people, one thing Nami had not done was question her own feelings for Law beyond lust. Anything he wanted was fair game, but not until the feral noise release from his mouth to pull his lips to feels his tongue brush along hers did she realize just how much she wanted the doctor. As territorial as she had been at the game, it had not occurred to her why. But now with finger snaking dangerously close to her center and the taste of rum on his tongue did Nami realize that she might actually have feelings for him.

More than feelings-

As if they were never pretending to be anything but a couple, Nami so often found her guard down around him.. He was comfortable. He was safe. Law could be everything she never wanted for herself, and unless she was mistaken… she might just be everything he wanted.

Oh, little red. Long before all hallows the woman had found herself well off the beaten bath, traversing all new territory. Not one to let herself get feelings, she quite suddenly didn't know what to do with herself. Eyes flit from the hypnotic golden orbs of the wolf-eared man before her, making note of all the exits- unsure whether it was to run or pull him along with her. A busy hand snaked from between crotch and bottom, lips quirking in amusement.

Right.

Lulled into a sense of security, she'd nearly completely forgotten in that moment that they were here for anything beyond drinking and having a good time at all. All instincts that told her to run were dashed away instantly as she turned in the man's arms to rock onto her toes. Purposely pressing against his hard on, Nami's voice was low in response as a full pout brushed the man's earlobe. "I didn't bring you a pair of pants to change into, but after you win me that gift card you can cum in my mouth in the car."

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𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂  𝐑𝐏  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  .  .  .  (  pt  2.  the  sound  of  your  name  )   Set  the  stage  for  whispered  confessions,  stolen  glances,  and  the  way  a  name  can  linger  on  someone’s  lips  like  a  secret.     ✧  ˚₊  Themes:  yearning,  tension  &  the  weight  of  unspoken  words

✧     ›     𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓    &     𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄

My  muse  murmurs  your  muse’s  name  in  their  sleep,  unaware  they’re  listening.

My  muse  hesitates  before  saying  your  muse’s  name,  like  they’re  afraid  of  what  it  means.

My  muse  asks  your  muse  to  say  their  name  again,  just  to  hear  how  it  sounds.

My  muse  lets  your  muse’s  name  slip  out  in  a  moment  of  exhaustion,  vulnerability,  or  drunken  honesty.

✧      ›      𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆    &     𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

My  muse  leans  in,  their  breath  warm  against  your  muse’s  ear  as  they  say  their  name—slowly.

My  muse  says  your  muse’s  name  like  a  warning,  but  there’s  something  softer  beneath  it.

My  muse  lingers  on  your  muse’s  name,  their  voice  catching  before  they  can  say  anything  else.

My  muse  clenches  their  jaw  when  someone  else  says  your  muse’s  name—too  fondly.

My  muse  dares  your  muse  to  say  their  name  the  way  they  really  mean  it.

✧      ›      𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓    &    𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐓

My  muse  spits  your  muse’s  name  like  it  hurts  to  say.

My  muse  almost  says  your  muse’s  name—before  stopping  themselves.

My  muse  chokes  on  your  muse’s  name  in  an  argument,  suddenly  unable  to  be  angry.

My  muse  whispers  your  muse’s  name  in  a  dark,  empty  room,  knowing  they  won’t  answer.

My  muse  says  your  muse’s  name  with  finality,  like  a  goodbye  they  never  wanted  to  say.

My  muse  grips  your  muse’s  face,  desperate.  “Say  my  name.  Just  once.”

✧      ›      𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒      &      𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆

My  muse  drags  out  your  muse’s  name,  like  they’re  savoring  it.

My  muse  laughs  when  your  muse  says  their  name—because  they  weren’t  expecting  it  to  sound  so  sweet.

My  muse  smirks  as  they  whisper  your  muse’s  name,  testing  their  reaction.

My  muse  playfully  refuses  to  call  your  muse  by  their  name,  just  to  see  them  pout.

My  muse  presses  their  lips  to  your  muse’s  ear  and  murmurs,  “Say  my  name  first.”