Gift Details ♥
Reader: afab!sub Reader
Character: Trafalgar Law
Kink: #6 Caged/Imprisoned
Prompt: #13 "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." 

Summary: You landed yourself in the proverbial dog house - or rather dog cage, and Law has no patience for you. Certain you handle your Captain's punishment, you both end up getting a little more than you bargained.

Content Notes: chains, shackles, cage, inappropriate use of the ope ope no mi, non-gore dismemberment, use of toys, vaginal fingering, sex, breeding kink if you squint, two dorks making dorky jokes at the end.

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

You tug at the heavy chains around your wrists, knowing they won't give, but needing the sound to distract you. You move your foot, making the other set of shackles rattle a little. It's so hard to move your legs though, with your body currently in three pieces. You can flex your toes and bend your knees, but most of your movement requires the leverage of your hips.

There was enough give in the chains for you to move around. You could pull yourself up in a mockery of sitting, you could lay down easily enough. You could even pull the spider gag out of your mouth if you wanted to, but you knew better. You'd only remove it if your jaw started to cramp.

You would've just let yourself fall asleep, but for the same reason you needed to distract yourself, you couldn't just rest while you waited for his return.

Your hips were on the Captain's desk. Held in place like a trophy by a thick, slightly vibrating, dildo.

The vibrations weren't enough to bring you relief, and no matter how you tried to twist and wiggle your hips you couldn't work yourself away from the damnable object to get a moment's peace.

You also couldn't make too much noise in your frustration. If someone else other than the Captain came into the office, you'd be on full display – nary a scrap of clothing within reach, never mind your hips mounted on the desk.

After a few more minutes, you were holding onto the bars, trying to will your hips to move as though you could transfer the leverage to them. No matter how you tried to buck your hips, you couldn't ride the toy enough to cum, and if you could do that then the low vibrations wouldn't be an issue and you could just nap while you were stuck here waiting.

You hadn't realized when this started how aggravating it would make you. How desperate and needy.

You had no sense of time, and your initial calm demeanor was wearing away quickly. Or maybe it was slowly, you just weren't sure. It was hard to hold onto what was a moment and what was an hour when the only company you had was your own, distracted, mind.

Finally, the heavy door latch turns, and someone comes in. You aren't completely certain who it is until you see the Captain step inside, regarding you with a devious ghost of a grin as he closes the door.

" 'Aw, wease." You struggle to beg, the spider gag stopping you from speaking clearly, hands on the bars of the cage as he walks by and sits down at his desk. (Law, please)

"You're far more compliant now." Law says evenly, cool hands gripping either side of your hips and pulling you up off the vibrating toy. "Hm, I remember you saying that little bit of vibration wouldn't do anything."

He pushes two fingers into your wet vagina, and you shudder, your legs twitching as you almost bang your head on the bars in frustration.

" 'Wease," you mumble through the gag, a whimper escaping you as he pushes his fingers just a little deeper. " Ah'n sawry." (please, I'm sorry).

"Relax," he says softly, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean for a moment as he side-eyes you. He lifts your disembodied hips off his desk, palms cupping your ass cheeks as his thumbs spread your thighs, opening your wet, trembling cunt up.

The tip of his tongue passes his lips, flicking across your clit once as you shudder against the bars again. You're a mess of shivering, random gasps and moans as Law teases you without rhyme or reason. You can't anticipate the pleasure, but it doesn't last long enough to build.

"You're keelin' 'ee." You whimper, rattling the cage uselessly. (you're killing me)

"Don't worry, (Y/N), I'll take care of you." Law promises, the sound of his zipper registering in your ears just before you could feel his twitchy tip against your entrance, thumb teasing your clit in deliciously steady circles.

"-ait, 'ait!" You gasp the words just before he pushes you down onto his hard cock, filling your trembling pussy in one smooth motion. You don't know how long you'd spent being teased by the toy, and you only knew you'd wanted more of his tongue between your thighs, but this was stimulation beyond what you were prepared for.

The orgasm overtakes you in a rush, and he's relentless in his pace as he practically uses you like a toy while you cum against his cock. The chest-deep moan that's ripped from you feels like it can be heard throughout the entire submarine, but you couldn't care less. The pleasure tenses your body in all its parts, fingers clutching the cage bars, and the chains are singing in response to your pleasure as they shift against the floor and each other.

You barely get a moment to catch your breath before the pleasure builds again. Law's pace doesn't falter, and his thumb teases your clit with damnable precision. Drool slips past your lips in a mess, and normally you'd wipe it away, but you're barely keeping yourself upright and you don't want to let go of the bars. If you crumple to the ground, you won't be able to see him anymore.

You could feel his fingers flexing against your hips. You could see the shorter breaths escaping him. He'd made you wait, but it seemed the time was no less kind to him than it had been to you. Gritting his teeth against the pleasure, fighting to keep his pace as his hips thrust shakily into you. His muscles tense and twitch and he almost growls your name through tight lips as you feel him fill you up.

Your second orgasm follows soon after, Law's twitching cock inside you and determined thumb bringing you over the edge again.

He takes his hat off, tossing it onto the desk before creating a room. The strange, but familiar feeling of weightlessness hits you for a split second and the pieces of your body are back together, sitting in his lap with him still buried inside you. His hands are rough against your skin, pulling you close as needy lips kiss your neck and collarbone.

The shackles and gag clink to the floor in the cage and you gasp at the sudden, desperate sensations caressing your body.

"L-Law!" You nearly cry, this new pleasure almost over-whelming you after everything else.

"Mm... it felt good," he muses, and you agree.

"But?" You prompt, the cold vibe of the session was giving way to more warmth as he wipes the saliva from your jaw before kissing you softly.

"Having all of you in my arms is better." He murmurs, hugging you tightly for a moment.

You almost laugh, a wide smile spreading across your face. "I agree."

There's a wet squishy sound and feeling as Law rolls his hips. He's hard inside you and gives you a crooked grin when you gasp.

"Let's see if you can cum as hard without the shackles." He muses.

"For science," you offer the long-running in-joke with a smirk, kissing along his jaw and nipping at his ear as you move your hips along with his hands.

Law smiles, appreciating your intent. "Science will have little to do with this." He promises, running a finger down your spine and sending a pleasant shiver through you.