Bedside Manner (Law x Reader)

24. Good Morning

"y/n-ya..."

Law's husky voice was low in warning as he loomed over you. He had you caged between his limbs, his forehead resting against yours. You found it hard to form a thought with your breaths mingling together.

Was it when your cold feet slipped under his pant leg and grazed his skin or the eleventh time you shifted positions that made him snap? The first couple times your backside pressed into him could be played off as accidental, but the times that followed? You knew exactly what you were doing.

The man hadn't had any intention of touching you that first night. His priority had been to get you settled, fed and make sure you hadn't done anything stupid in the time you'd been hiding away. Although, he thought the fact that you had holed yourself up and shut everyone out was stupid enough on its own.

"You should be sleeping."

"I should." You agreed softly, earning a quiet scoff from him. You lifted your leg and brushed your knee against his erection, fingers splayed across his abdomen. "But I'm not very tired."

You relished in the way his muscles jumped beneath your touch and the warmth that radiated from him. Yet, his hands were always so cold.

You gasped when his fingers slipped below your shirt, trailing up your side. His mouth overtook your own before you had the chance to take a proper breath. You were especially aware of his presence, of yourself-- more so than usual.

His strong hand as it kneaded your breast before rolling your nipple between his fingers. Your own hands traveled down towards his waistband, dipping below teasingly before dragging them back up.

Law pulled back, only to move down your body as he pushed your shirt up. He savored the sight of your exposed chest for a moment before taking a breast into his mouth. Your back arched at the flick of his tongue and your hand traveled up to tangle your fingers in the hair near the nape of his neck.

The man shifted to position one of his legs between your own, causing you to rub against his thigh; the friction had a quiet moan leaving your lips. You wanted more.

You hadn't realized he had moved his other hand until you felt firm circles being made with his thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Warmth pooled into your abdomen at his ministrations and his name tumbled past your lips with a moan.

Yes, this is what you wanted.
Needed.

Your troubles were faraway. They might as well have not existed. The only thing that mattered was the man above you and the way your heart seemed to swell within your chest with his every action. Your fingers curled tighter, tugging at his hair.

You dug your nails into his and rolled your hips into him when he abruptly pushed two fingers into you. Law knew just where to press and curl his fingers to have you mewling for him. Just when you were writhing desperately beneath him, he stopped and leaned off of you. You couldn't help but whine at the loss and the denial of the release you had been so close to.

Your legs twitched as his fingertips brushed across your skin while he pulled down your shorts. You were barely aware of his actions; eyes set on finding him in the dark room. He was already looking down at you when you found him, his pants discarded and forgotten in some random corner.

You were quick to push yourself up, pulling your shirt up and over your head as you did so.

Law was climbing back onto you before you even had the fabric past your wrists. Holding your arms above your head, you hummed into the hungry kiss and let your body fall back into the mattress. You fumbled with the fabric, only to be taken by surprise when the man reached up to grasp the shirt and hold it tight, effectively keeping your hands where they were.