Gift Details ♥
Reader: afab/fem!Reader
Character: Trafalgar Law
Kink: #8 Breeding Kink
Prompt: #9 "Fuck, you feel so good."

Summary: Law promises to attend to you thoroughly, after you spent all day wanting his attention.

Content Notes: vaginal fingering, light begging, praise, dirty talk, cream pie, soft dom Law

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

Your hands were on the backs of your knees, holding onto your legs as Law's hands pressed into your thighs, helping you spread your legs wider for him. The position was embarrassing, more so because he'd spent a few minutes just looking at you while you held yourself open for him. Those golden eyes didn't seem to miss anything, and the tip of his tongue over his upper lip as he nearly leered at you already had your breath coming out heavy.

"You look so beautiful like this," he murmurs, hand running down your thigh as he unbuttons his jeans, pushing the pants and boxers down and stroking his stiffening cock slowly. The way your expression changed when you saw his dick just turned him on more.

It wasn't fear, not after the first time when the size had darkened your features a little, but now it was just desire. Greedy, needy, desperately obvious for him to see, and he loved it.

"Law, please," you beg a little, shifting your hips.

"Begging already? Not even going to let me play with you a little first?" He hums the words, moving his hand from his shaft to your slit, pressing a finger against your lips. He moves it up and down a little, grinning as he pushes a long finger inside you.

"You're already so wet." He pushes a second finger in, causing you to gasp as a lewd wet sound fills the air. "When you said you'd been thinking about me all day, you meant you'd been thinking about doing this with me all day, hm?"

You avert your face, gnawing on your lip a little. You hear Law chuckle quietly, leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

"I'm flattered," he assures you, leaning back and lining himself up with your soaking pussy. "If you've been wanting this all day, I won't keep you waiting."

He pushes in a little, grabbing onto your thigh once the tip's in, and pushing your legs back as he sinks into you slowly. You let out a shaky breath as he fills you up, feet flexing as you try your best to stay still.

"That's my good little snowdrop." He sighs, moving your legs so your ankles are against his shoulders, threading his fingers through yours and holding your hands as he begins to move slowly. Your legs trembling against his chest make it difficult for him to continue his slow pace, but he's not ready to rush yet.

"You always... feel so good," he says, leaning over you. The motion presses your legs back, though not any more than they had been earlier. "Everything from your trembling limbs," he teases, kissing your ankle. "To your tight, trembling, sweet fucking pussy." He nearly growls the words, pinning your hands into the bed and snapping his hips into you to punctuate each word.

Law grinds his hips into you, pushing deep and leaning into you more. You gasp at the sensation, squirming under him as he begins to thrust into you, leaning low enough your legs slip off his shoulders and rest into the crooks of his arms.

He slows a little, lips brushing against yours, following behind an airy gasp from you, and kissing you deeply. His hands hold onto your tightly as his tongue pushes in your mouth, hips pushing him deeper and grinding into your clit with each shift and movement. You turn your head to the side, drawing in a deep breath and shaking from the pleasure building.

"Please!" You gasp as he kisses and licks your neck, pushing pleasure into you as you twist and tremble under him. "Please, La-Law."

"Mmm, please what?" He murmurs into your skin, teeth sliding against tender flesh and pulling shivering gasps from you.

"F-fill me up. Cum... inside me, please." You beg, a moan rattling in your chest as his teeth press into your skin just deep enough to make your back try to arch, despite being pressed into the mattress.

"Anything for you, (Y/N)." He agrees, nipping at your earlobe a little before he adjusts enough to start thrusting into you almost roughly. His breath is coming out heavy and you realize he was holding himself back for a while, almost as though he was waiting for you to ask for it.

His hips buck erratically, thrusting almost harshly as you feel him empty himself inside you. His fingers tighten against yours, flexing jerkily as a soft grunt turns into a few heavy breaths. He shifts his hips slowly, grinding against your clit and keeping you on edge while he takes a moment to recover.

"I'm going to fill you up twice as much as I make you cum," he insists, grinning as he starts to move his hips more. "Or maybe I'll make you cum twice as much as I fill you up." He corrects, leaning low and speaking right by your ear.

"I'm sure you'll be too full of cum and pleasure to know which one it was by the end of it."