One Piece x Reader Erotica (NO REQUESTS)

Stormy Weather (Law x Reader)

Fem!Reader

You spent a lot of your time alone. That was the reality of dating Trafalgar Law, one of the city's most sought after heart surgeons. Too many nights, you would go to bed alone and wake up the same way, with only the impression of his body in the sheets left in the morning to indicate he had slept at all. You missed him terribly when he was working, his huge city apartment so empty without the strong smell of coffee being brewed at all times of the day, or the haunting notes from the piano in the corner he so loved to play. Though you had been living with him for a few months now, you always felt like a stranger in his home when he was gone.

Tonight, you can't sleep. The red LED clock on the microwave reads 10pm, the only light in the dim room as you set a steaming cup of tea down on the end table and curl into one of the armchairs by the window. It's raining, and normally the view from his apartment is to die for, but tonight there is only inky blackness beyond the window, interrupted every so often by the smudge of a lit window or street lamp in the fog. You pull your blanket tighter around your shoulders and watch the rivulets of water run down the glass as the steam from your tea curls lazily upward.

You're not sure when you finally fall asleep, but you wake to light hands brushing your hair from your face.

"You weren't waiting up for me, were you?" Law's voice is smooth, a hint of amusement colouring his words. And a hint of beratement.

You shake your head sleepily. "Couldn't sleep. The rain helps."

"I'm sorry I'm late."

"Don't be. I'm sure it was important."

"It was. But you are too." He kneels down by your side and pulls a cupcake with a single lit candle from behind his back "Happy birthday, [Name]-ya."

You blink up at him, the fire light accentuating the dark rings beneath his eyes. "But it's not my birthday until tomorrow."

He chuckles. "It is tomorrow. It's after midnight."

"Oh. Where did you even get a cake at this hour?"

"Let's just say it involved some begging and I am not proud of it. Now hurry up and blow out the candle before you get wax all over the icing." He holds the cupcake out for you. "And don't forget to make a wish. I know you're into that sort of stupid thing."

You laugh and shake your head at him, before snuffing out the candle with a quick breath. "You should be grateful that I like your stupid face," you tease, taking the cake from his hands and setting it down on the side table beside your long-forgotten cup of tea.

He raises an eyebrow. "You're not going to eat it?"

You shake your head, sitting up so the blanket falls from your shoulders to pool at your waist, and wrap your arms around his neck. "I want my wish first."

"And what did you wish for?"

"You." You kiss him. He smells like the hospital but it's something you've gotten used to now. His lips taste of black coffee, bitter and heady.

When you break apart, the room feels significantly warmer or maybe it's just you. Your breaths are clouds of steam in the chilly air but you don't feel the cold even as goose bumps break out over your bare legs.

He looks down at you with heavy-lidded eyes and raises an eyebrow. "Is that my hoodie?"

You blush lightly. "I miss you when you gone and... it smells like you..."

"That's..." He blinks, stunned, then his entire countenance changes in an instant. "Incredibly hot," he growls as he pulls you from the chair, the blanket falling to the floor. You yelp when he presses you against the window, your back arching away from the cold glass. The hoodie has ridden up over your hips and your skin erupts in goose bumps and tattooed fingers brush your sides, dragging the hem of the sweater up with them. He lets out a small noise of delight when he finds you're not wearing a bra and wastes no time rolling a nipple between forefinger and thumb until your squirming in his arms.