From the Start - Trans Law X AFAB Reader

The Wolf is Indecisive

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After finally having the intimacy Law and yourself had been building up to, you find he is falling for you more and more. Conflicted, you seek other relationships in an effort to distance yourself from him, fearing the idea that if he fell for you you would not only go against your own morals, but lose the chance to be a Heart Pirate.

CW's: Sex toys, Rough sex, Auralism, Penguin/Reader oral sex implied, Nico Robin/Reader implied, Law/Bepo implied

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Law lay beside you, dwarfing you with his long, slender body. Tempted, you slowly move your hand from Law's chest, down his abs, then slip passed the hem of his pants, savoring his happy trail's texture. You grip the dildo, rubbing it like you would any other penis, although with the intention of shifting its base. A moan escapes him, tickling your lips. He grew louder the more you messed with it, forcing him to grab your wrist to make you stop.

"Bad dog," Law grins his signature, intimidating smile. "You want me to punish you? I remember you like that."

"Have you ever penetrated?" you blurt, realizing it may not have been the best timing. You laugh away your awkwardness, blushing more from embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry. I do like it when you take things out on me," you play it off with a tease, the grin still plastered on your face. Law snickered.

"Well, that was a valid question. To tell you the truth, I haven't done more than fingering or oral. Sure, I had power over anyone who would insult me, but I never wanted to deal with that stress nor hurt anyone. My gender is very personal to me, people don't need to know when I pass flawlessly."

You glance down, your hand casually plays with the head of the dildo, feeling the smooth silicone. "You... are a surgeon. So..." you felt rude asking, so it was difficult to form the words.

He understood. "I like it the way it is."

"Oh, okay," you're caught by surprise as Law cups your face and kisses you roughly. With tenderness, he lifts himself up and gets on top of you again.

"Do you want it tonight?" he whispers in your right wolf ear. He takes the time to bite the edge of it, making you shiver. You lean towards him, nuzzling your face into his shoulder, arms around him, taking in his scent.

"I'd love to," you murmur near his ear. His body becomes rigid for a moment, then he shifts to press his forehead against yours. You smile at him, enjoying seeing his blush and the emotions swirling in his usually enigmatic eyes. He seemed to be losing his confidence. "You're okay," you whisper, "I can take whatever you give me," you give him a sly smirk, fluttering your eyelashes, "Take your time..."

Law sits up. He takes the hem of your pajamas and lifts the fabric over your head with your help. He grins, seeing as you had no bra to begin with. He touches one with a light slap, making you jolt and whimper, then stands to pull down your pants and underwear in one fell swoop. You laugh, appreciating his eagerness.

Once you were naked his right hand was squeezing your breast and the other cupping your sex. You blush deeply, feeling that sense of vulnerability like before. This objectification as his eyes ravage your body, observing the wide splashes of peach all over your pretty skin. You begin to pant from the excitement, watching him slowly lift his own shirt. You lift your feet to run along his abs, making him let out a guttural laugh. He liked the way you seemed to obsess with his tattoos.

A wide grin greeted you once he flung his shirt to the side. He takes your ankles in his hands and bites the sole of your right foot, his other thumb rubbing into the left. He relished in your ticklish giggling and protests. Placing your feet back on his chest he lets you explore. The feel of his muscles rippling made you wetter and wetter, craving him to come closer. You slip your legs passed his waist and force him forward. He looked surprised at first, but he recovered and chuckled at your antics, placing his hands on the hem of his jeans where your feet were already trying to push them down.