Birthday Request Event - 2024

Gift 34 - Trafalgar Law x cisfem!Reader

Gift Details ♥
Reader Style: cisfem
Character: Trafalgar Law
Vibe: NSFW Consensual
AU: Government Mandated Marriage AU
Prompt: Experienced w/virgin

Summary: It's your first night together after your wedding, and you're incapacitated in the bathroom with nerves.

Content Notes: Not actually really NSFW. Stops just before it gets to the good stuff. ^^; sorry, sorry, but it was just a perfect place to fade out (and it was getting long )

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

You made it.

You made it through the match process, through the weeks of living together before marriage, and through the actual wedding. It was more stress and anxiety than you had expected, but you made it.

Barely, admittedly.

Leaning against the bathroom wall you breathed in through your nose slowly, letting the breath out between your lips just as slow. Nerves and anxiety had turned your stomach into knots and now you were sitting on the floor of the bathroom in your honeymoon suite trying not to lose your dinner.

Law had been perfect in all this. Infinitely patient and understanding. He hadn't pressured you to sleep together before the wedding, not even in the most platonic of ways. Even though he was going to be the sole bread winner he hadn't dismissed your preferences and desires, working with you for all the myriad of things that needed to be decided on over the next few months.

Your parents had kept you sheltered to some degree. You had friends and hobbies and you hadn't been treated like some princess in an ivory tower, but you hadn't gone off to college, and there hadn't been any part-time jobs or anything like that. Until your Matchbook had arrived, you'd lived at home.

Learning, if anything, how to be a homemaker.

Turns out enjoying comic books and video games in your spare time made you a good match for the soon to be doctor you'd just wed.

He'd seemed so cool and aloof at first, but the more you got to know him, the more you two shared of one another, the more you knew he was quiet and kind. Awkward, in cute ways. Easy to fluster and able to talk for hours on a subject that interested him.

Just as capable of listening to you ramble on as well, with nary an indication that he was bothered by it. He was just... really the best.

Despite not being big on dealing with people anymore than you were, Law had acted like a shield during the entire wedding. Him and his adoptive father had played the roles of guardian as both your and Law's massive families had been in attendance.

Your family was large, normal otherwise, but your mother and father both were each one of eight children, that was fourteen aunts and uncles, all with several of their own children. You didn't even know all the names and faces of your cousins, there were just too many.

Law's family was, by count, smaller, but his adoptive father's brother was... something else.

The man's love of pink was a little jarring, but his presence and personality had been something else entirely. You had nightmares for a couple weeks after the first time you met him, waking up nearly screaming thinking he was going to kill you.

He had made the wedding itself a little rough, going on about family endlessly and loyalty and things that sounded vaguely illegal. But you'd made it through.

Your stomach settles enough that you manage to come out of the bathroom. Law has tea made and light snacks that he'd ordered in. He brushes your hair back from your face gently, and leans down enough to catch your gaze as you both sit at the small little dining table in the room. The suite is massive, and the table is effectively meant just for two, taking up almost no space comparatively.

"We don't have to keep with tradition." He assures you, picking a bite or two off the tray for himself. "It's been a long day. Even without certain people there, it would've been pretty exhausting. It's okay to just... er... rest, together."

"No! I -." You pause, feeling the heat rush to your face as you can see the flush of blood in his cheeks. Your gaze shifts to the snack tray and you grab something to eat to give yourself something to focus on. "I want to."

"Then," Law wipes his hands off and stands up, holding out a hand to you. You were both making use of the terry cloth robes included with the room. You had your lingerie set on under yours, but only because it had been too complex to bother peeling off when your stomach had started to do flips.

You put your hand in Law's and he helps you stand, pulling you into an easy hug. He turns you both, a lazy little twirl that had become a common ritual between you before he leans down and kisses you. He told you that as beautiful as you were, it was a nice treat to see you smiling when he was coming in for a kiss. The silly little semi-dance always brought a smile to your face and hence the ritual was born.

When he breaks the kiss he doesn't move away, eyes finding yours. His gaze was soft, heated, and searching. He would make sure you were okay with everything, one way or another. Another soft kiss, warm and tender, again, softly, slowly, moving past your lips and up to your cheek.

His soft and slow kisses trailed over to your ear as his hands pressed lightly against your shoulders. He shifts the robe down, pulling the cloth belt free. The lights were already low, and it was easy to let your eyes close and trust him.

He moves you easily, laying you down on the bed after he lets the robe fall away. He loved being able to take care of you this way, of getting to be the one you could lean on. You'd been too sheltered to have any relationships before being matched, but Law had a few. Nothing serious, in this world with it's Match Program, very people risked dating beyond the most casual of settings.

He didn't realize how much his, admittedly meager, experience would become such a boon. How sweet it had been to cradle your face in his hands and be the first romantic kiss against your lips. How much it made him ache for more when he was the first to see you in all those ways.

But even more than that, he wanted to help you bloom into someone who could give as well as they got.

So long as he got to pamper you now and again.

He lays you back onto the bed, hands deep into the mattress as he's caged over you. Your heart's pounding in your chest and you can feel heat and anticipation racing through your body. The quiet smile that pulls his lips into a lop-sided expression is full of love, and mischief.

"Don't hold back," he murmurs, leaning down and pressing soft kisses into your shoulder. "There's no sound you can make that I don't want to hear." He promises you, shifting his weight onto one arm and pulling slowly, oh so slowly, on the lace bow that held the front of your lingerie closed.