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Reader Style: cisfem
Character: Trafalgar Law
Vibe: NSFW Consensual
AU: Canon
Prompt: Aphrodisiac 

Summary: An accident in the lab turns your little alchemy experiment into a big, pink problem. One that, for once, has nothing to do with flamingos. (this ran a bit longer than I meant, but I didn't want to end it a few sentences after the set up XD )

Content Notes: manual masturbation, hand job, sex, hurried consent, but no dubcon, implied or otherwise.

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

Your experiment had been going great, until it wasn't. The mixture destabilized unexpectedly and exploded into a fine mist. Fortunately the reaction hadn't been a impactful explosion, but the fine particles had filled the lab you were working in.

Alarms went off because of the particles, and Law was at the door, yelling through it.

"Oi! Are you alright!?"

"Fine!" You yell back and start coughing. "I'm fine! Don't - hack - do NOT come in!"

You were going to be fine. You'd been doing alchemy since before you were old enough to walk. Thanks to the constant exposure you were pretty much immune to any kind of chemical. But the dust had coated your goggles and you were having a hard time breathing because it was so thick in the air.

The Tang's exhaust would clear the room soon enough, but you still made your way over to the door.

"What happened?" Law demanded, frowning at you from hall.

"Aggressive kinetic repulsion between the compounds." You grin, and cough lightly as the air starts to clear.

"... You mixed things and they exploded." He deadpans.

"There wasn't a blast." You insist, wiping the goggles clean and happy to see the room was clearing up. It took another few minutes before it looked safe and you stood under one of the vents and shook your whole body, sending a cloud of particles up and into the vent.

"Ah, it's going to take hours to clean the lab." You sigh. "And no one else can-." You hear the door open and look over to see Law stepping in. "Wait you!"

"I've got my room up." He says, and you can see the air around him is crystal clear, if not tinted a little purple as the fine mist of pink mixes with the power's blue shift. It's a small shell around him, but the thick dust is probably limiting how wide he can push right now.

"Just don't stay in too long, I'll get this sorted."

"You're really okay?" He questions after a moment's pause.

You nod. "Yeah, I'm not working with anything I'm not already immune to." You assure him, before shooing him out. It takes hours to get things cleaned, but you've wiped down the surfaces, stood under the little shower in the lab, pitched your clothes and put on a spare set of scrubs. Everything that can be cleaned is clean. The walls still need scrubbed, but hunger compels you to take a break.

You're surprised to see Law outside the lab, reading a book, when you exit. He looks up as you smile down at him. It was a sweet gesture, and a useful one too. Not only was it nice to have company even if you didn't realize it, but it certainly kept anyone else from wandering in.

"All done?"

"Almost, need a break and som-AH-CHOO!" The sneeze catches you off-guard and you don't get your arm over your mouth in time.

You look at Law, horrified to see speckles of pink-tinged saliva on his chest. Law just looks irritated to have been sneezed on, but his expression changes when he sees your face and he looks down at his spattered shirt and chest.

"Shit." You swear, and Law puts his hand up.

"Room - urk!" The blue tint expands and shatters, his concentration broken as a powerful jolt tenses his muscles and makes his blood rush. He tries to say something, but even just shifting to look up at you causes his clothing to set his skin on fire. Instead of words a needy moan drips from his lips, and he slumps in the chair, panting and clawing his shirt off.

Your brain breaks a little as you try not to panic about accidentally making an explosive aphrodisiac. You ran through the ingredients listed and tried to consider how it would function. The resulting explosion wasn't your concern, you needed to sort out how to resolve Law's situation.

"It works so fast, it should metabolize quickly too." You say after a second. "We need to get you stripped and rinsed off to stop any more absorption, sorry." Your apology is followed by forcing Law onto his feet and against you.

The captain was taller than you, but you weren't carrying dead weight across the entire sub, just to the lab's shower a few feet away. Once you got him under the shower head - and by the seas the way he shivered and moaned with every move was killing you - you let him sit there. You got the water going and started to help him strip.

Law did his best to help, but the water was torture. A necessary one, but he's grabbing the soap and scrubbing everything he can reach. Every drop of water is a pleasurable jolt through him, every sud and stroke is edging him and the frustration is driving him mad. But the faster he can get cleaned up, the faster the shower will turn off.

Getting him out of his pants while he's desperately getting himself cleaned off was a battle of your own will. He was hard and erect and leaking. You closed your eyes to stop from staring pulling your view down to his ankles and getting the wet clothes in the bin.

Once he gets rinsed off you turn the water off and step back. Naked, wet, panting - his hair's stuck to his flushed skin and his cock's twitching. It's all your fault, in the strictest sense. At least when you were getting him stripped you realized what had happened. The dust had gotten on the bottom of his boots and neither of you noticed.

So he sat out in the hall for hours that way. The sneeze was just a catalyst at that point.

Law was swearing under his breath. Every time he reached for his swollen cock he'd pull his hand back. The soft moans were turning into strangled desperate whimpers, his legs open as he shifted his hips up into the air.

"I'm sorry, if this isn't what you need, captain." You say before getting down on your knees between his legs. You looked at him and saw him nod his head.

Gripping him carefully he nearly cries out. Gently, but with enough pressure, you stroke his shaft. Law comes undone, body shivering almost violently as he scrambles to try and hold onto something in the shower stall, head thrown back and pushing his back off the wall.

It was hard to tell when he finally came, the steady leak of precum coming out just a little thicker and a little faster. It was enough to slick your hands better than the water - and you didn't dare use your saliva until you had time to brush your teeth.

You watch him carefully. Putting more pressure in your grip you pump his twitching shaft harder. Mumbled thanks fall from his lips, between the desperate gasps, and grunts as he cums again, and again.

Eventually sweat replaces the dampness of the shower, and the humid huffs of air from his lips are deeper and stronger. The flush on his skin is still there, but he's only trembling when he cums. Something he has more control over, his own tattooed hand gripping his cock, bringing himself to climax when your hand started to cramp.

You felt like you should leave him to it, but he'd requested, if not a little timidly, for you to stay and watch. To watch him. You had no objection, but you did have a small, persistently growing issue. Once the initial panic had subsided, and once you'd realized he would be okay, your body started to react.

He was hot. He was always hot. He'd been stoic and mysterious when you'd first joined the crew, and then reserved and awkward the more you got to know him. He was smart, if not socially awkward, but kind. Supportive.

But the sight and scent of him now was... intoxicating.

You hadn't felt effected by anything for years. Not like this. It wasn't the alchemy. It was just him, and his scent, and you wanted so much more, so bad it was painful. It wouldn't be fair of you to ask right now, or maybe ever, but once he was done you could just go somewhere and-.

"You... want me, right?" He husks, and your body jerks. He grins, hand slowing and readjusting his sitting position. "It's okay. You have a terrible poker face." He says, grinning and catching his breath.

Deciding not to over think it, or not being in a position to over think it, you take the scrub pants off and put your hands in his as he helps steady you while you straddle his lap. You help line him up with your dripping lips, sinking down slowly.

Hands on his shoulders you sigh as he stretches you, filling your slicked pussy kindly. It feels even better than you imagine and you exhale a swear as your thighs press against his hips and you swear you can feel his heartbeat from his dick.

"Even better," he whispers, leaning in to kiss you before you stop him.

"The stuff," you say rolling your hips. "I haven't - if I kiss you, you're going to get dosed again."

Law frowns and your heart skips a beat. It's not just the compound, the feeling behind it is mutual. You swear you hear him growl before he grabs the scrub top you're still wearing and pulls it up. You're confused for a moment until he prompts you to open your mouth and puts the bunched up fabric between your teeth.

"This way I won't kiss you on accident." His hands wander up your sides, wandering over your breasts as he places kisses in the middle of your chest.

The kisses continue while his hands move down to your hips, and he urges you to start riding him. You moan into the shirt, fingers in his hair as he lavishes your chest with attention. He brings his knees up to help brace you while you're leaned back enough to give him such access.

One hand grabs the meat of your ass, his other shifting enough that his thumb can tease your clit while you ride him. The rush of sensations, coupled with the unintentional teasing from earlier whip you into a frenzy quickly.

"Please, please," you huff and his grip tightens as he pulls you down onto his hips roughly. You can feel the hot rush and the extra slick from his orgasm to know he came again. You were so close, but he only stills long enough to put you on your back.

A surprised squeak escapes you as he pulls the shirt up enough to cover your face, hands on your legs and he's buried back inside you, thrusting desperately. Every slap of skin sends a jolt through you as you pant and moan inside the shirt. You're not muffled this way, and you don't have to hold back, so you let pleasure spill from your lips as the usually quiet captain rails you.

"Cum for me, please. Fuck you feel so good. I want to feel you cum against my cock. I wanna fuh-fill you up, one more time." He huffs, voice demanding but barely above a whisper. "A dozen times more. For as long, as you want. Please, cum for me, I've waited - wanted - needed - for so long."

You lower the shirt, wanting to see him, wanting him to see you. "Ah-almost, almost, please, don't stop, just ah - HNNGH!!" The pleasure slams into you, and your grunted cry of pleasure turns into a gasping, shuddering cry as Law continues to thrust into you, fucking you through the orgasm.

A few more heavy thrusts push into you as satisfied sighs leave you both, Law's pleasure leaking out of you.

Wet, disheveled, in need of another shower, in need of clean clothes. You smile, basking in the moment, and enjoying the look of love, more than just lust, that's in your captain's eyes. Though, maybe captain won't be the right label. Not after all this.

A worry for another day.

Law leans down and kisses you, and you return the gesture, humming appreciatively for a split second before realization dawns on you both.