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This was not at all what Luffy thought he signed up for.
And Luffy isn’t to be blamed here. It seemed like a sweet deal at the time and Luffy would have been a fool to turn it down.
At least that’s what he thought when Trafalgar Law looked at him with his stupidly gorgeous face and offered to help out with his student loan.
Yes, the Trafalgar Law. CEO of Corazon Inc., which had just about catapulted him onto the cover of Forbes. 'Rich and sexy - Trafalgar Law has it all' could be read all over the world, along with a portrait of his stupid, handsome grin for everyone and their grandmother to drool over.
Law really has everything the world has to offer. Not only is he witty and charming— as if that wasn’t enough—but he’s also hit the genetic jackpot. With the facial structure of a Greek god and his tattoos giving him just the right amount of edge, Law can only be described as gorgeous. He turns heads wherever he goes, that’s for sure, and Luffy is no exception.
A lesser known fact, one that Luffy is well aware of, is that Law also happens to have a loose wallet when someone flutters their pretty lashes at him along with a beaming smile that challenges the brightness of the sun.
So.
Naturally, Luffy agreed. Of course he did. Who wouldn’t have?
If only Luffy had paid attention to the dangerous glint in those piercing golden eyes…
~
“T-Torao…no more! I can’t—” Luffy’s voice breaks into a cry as two skilled fingers rub against his prostate, leaving his whole body shuddering from the overwhelming sensation. Another whimper slips past his lips as he begs, “I can’t take it anymore! Please.”
“You can.”
Law’s face appears before his eyes but Luffy can’t really make out his features, too blurry is his vision, with tears streaming down his cheeks. All he sees is that smirk. That damned smirk and how he slowly licks over his lips with a satisfied hum. Suddenly, Luffy zeroes in at a tiny droplet of cum that runs into Law’s beard, sending a shiver down his spine. What was it, his fifth orgasm? He already lost count and it's not even noon yet.
“Come for me, baby.”
It’s nothing less than an order, and Luffy obeys like the docile little thing that he is. That Law has turned him into.
Another precise flick of Law’s fingers against his sweet spot is all it takes for Luffy to throw his head back with a silent cry. The world around him goes black for a few seconds, his head feels like it's stuffed with cotton. But he hears it through the fog, a soft laugh. So condescending.
"You look so pretty when you fall apart."
“A-asshole,” Luffy huffs with what little strength he has left. Which isn’t much to begin with.
When Law smiles at him sweetly, it could almost fool Luffy. Almost.
Because if he’s learned anything about the tattooed man above him in the last few months they’ve spent together, then it’s that Law is anything but sweet.
Trafalgar Law is many things, but once the facade starts to crumble and you look behind the charming smiles and witty comebacks, all that lies beneath the expensive Prada suits and Rolex watches is only one thing—a terrible, awful sadist !
That’s exactly how Luffy continues to end up in situations like this. And he hates how he loves every second of it.
“You’re not full enough for my taste,” Law says, as if Luffy’s puffy rim isn’t already leaking the older man’s cum. It’s not enough, though. It never is with Law.
“Torao…,” Luffy wails pitifully, surprised that he even still has a voice.
Law hushes him as he gently presses light kisses to Luffy’s burning cheeks. “Shh shh, it’s okay, baby. Let me take care of you on your special day, okay?”
He wants to say something, ask Law to finally give his body a break, but a weak nod is all Luffy can muster.
“That’s my good boy.”
The praise goes down like honey and just like that, the pain seems to melt away from his exhausted body. At first it was a shocking revelation to learn how much he craves Law’s approval, how much he’s willing to give of himself just to hear that deep voice whisper sweet nothings and to have his rough touch become tender—if only for a few heartbeats. Because it never lasts long, and yet Luffy devours it all like a starving man.
“Are you going to be good for me now?”
“Yes…”
Law is not happy with his answer, Luffy can tell before Law gets the chance to express his dissatisfaction. He might know Luffy’s body inside and out, knows exactly what makes him tick and which buttons to push for Luffy to completely lose his mind, but Luffy too has picked up on some cues during their time together. So he sees the slight furrow of his brows and the twitch of his mouth even before he feels the burning sting on his cheek.
“Use your words,” he commands, his voice dropping down to a low growl.
“Yes, Daddy, I want to be good for you. Please fill me up, Daddy, please!”
The words roll off his lips with ease, it’s almost comical and Luffy is certain he wouldn’t recognize the man sprawled out on the bed and panting heavily if he were to see himself through Law’s eyes. In the beginning, he was mouthy, used to talk back no matter what Law said or did. Just because.
Law liked it. In fact, he saw it as a challenge to fuck every last bit of Luffy’s bratty attitude out of him.
Most of the time he succeeds. Especially in moments like this, when his own desires start to take over and cloud his better judgment. Then there’s only one thing that matters.
Law.
“You’re too cute for your own good,” Law mutters against Luffy’s lips before he slips his tongue past them to explore his mouth. Fuck, Luffy is weak for those kisses!
It’s over way too soon and Luffy knows the gentleness is now as well. He licks his lips in anticipation.
Law then grabs him by the underside of his knees and pushes his legs back so Luffy’s head is stuck between his own thighs.
“Hold yourself like this and let me use that pretty cunt of yours, will you?”
When Luffy does, he feels exposed, granting Law the perfect view on his dripping hole. His cheeks burn hotter than ever and Luffy has to turn his head to the side to avoid Law’s intense gaze.
“Acting all coy now?” Law teases and lets his thumb circle over the swollen flesh, eliciting a breathless gasp from Luffy. “Heh. Your pussy is still so needy for me. Cute.”
Luffy has to suck in a shaky breath when Law suddenly withdraws his finger and spits on his entrance instead.
“You’re already hard again,” Law comments casually, as if they were holding a completely normal conversation during lunch, “Say, are you that desperate?”
Luffy only whimpers but that won’t do. That won’t do at all.
“Answer!”
“Y-yes, Daddy, I want your cock, p-please!”
“Don’t worry, doll, I’m gonna give you exactly what you need. Look at me.”
At what point Luffy closed his eyes, he doesn’t know, all he knows is that when he does open them, he is once again struck by just how beautiful Law is. His hair is disheveled more so than usual, with black strands sticking to his sweaty forehead. He kneels above Luffy, looking like a god, his broad chest rising and falling steadily. Black ink stands out against bronze skin, and no matter how many times Luffy sees them, he can’t help but be mesmerized by all the tattoos adorning Law’s muscular upper body.
Law seemingly has enough of being ogled, though. He grabs Luffy’s ankle with his right hand, yanking Luffy closer, and guides his throbbing erection to Luffy’s waiting hole with his left.
Without realizing it, Luffy holds his breath, and then, when Law finally, slowly, starts to push in, Luffy feels everything at once. Every hickey sucked into his skin, every bite and scratch. He gets hyper aware of how his muscles ache, as if he’d spent the whole day at the gym, and how swollen his lips and eyes are.
But most of all he feels Law.
His hot breath against Luffy’s neck, the way his huge hands grab at Luffy’s waist. He feels how big Law feels inside of him, the delicious stretch of being filled to the brim, and then—nothing.
“—uffy. Hey, Luffy!”
“Mhh?”
“You okay?”
“What time is it?” Luffy mumbles drowsily.
He hears Law chuckle. The sound of it makes him smile.
“Don’t worry, sunshine, you’ve only been out for 10 minutes or so.”
Oh.
Luffy could have sworn it was longer, but time and space don’t exist where he was, so he guesses it makes sense.
Subspace, that’s what Law calls it, not that Luffy cares all that much about the terminology. All he knows is that to him it feels like paradise. That’s enough.
“We should take a shower, we’re both sticky. I’m going to warm up the water, you just stay put and look pretty like a good boy, until I come get you, hm?”
Luffy nods, still not able to move much.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” The mattress compresses with Law’s weight back on it, and then he hears the familiar sound of a drawer opening. His heartbeat picks up again. “Which one should we go with?” Law asks, but doesn’t wait for an answer. “How about the red gem? That one looks so pretty on you.”
Luffy winces when Law pushes the plug inside of him. “Perfect. That stays in, understood?”
Another nod.
“Very good. You’re doing so good today, sweetheart.”
Law cups Luffy’s cheek with his hand, gently caressing it. Luffy leans into the touch. It’s gone as suddenly as it came, though, leaving Luffy longing for the warmth and comfort of Law’s embrace. The bastard is still acting cold and distant, and the lack of provided aftercare tells Luffy that the game is still on.
For a brief moment, he considers saying the one word that would secure Law's affection and care, but when he slowly blinks his eyes open and sees Law standing at the end of the bed in all his naked glory, he decides against it.
With the doorknob to the bathroom already in hand, Law turns around again. He lets his eyes rake over Luffy’s body, no doubt admiring the work of art he has turned him into, before he says, “The warm water will help you feel better. You will need the energy for what I have planned for the rest of the day.”
Luffy frowns. He was mentally prepared for a few more rounds between the silk sheets before ordering takeout and then spending the remainder of the day snuggled up in bed with Law. “Where are we going, Torao?”
The grin that spreads across Law's face doesn't bode well, and yet Luffy can't help but feel the excitement coursing through his veins.
“Why, we’re going shopping for the birthday boy, of course.”
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“You’re a damn pervert, you know that?” grumbles Luffy as he pulls at the hem of the skimpy skirt Law has made him wear. The leather seat of Law's Maserati sticks uncomfortably to his thighs because of how little skin the skirt actually covers. So he tries desperately not to expose his front by tugging at the fabric. Not that Law would mind, Luffy thinks and grits his teeth. He’s been peeking at Luffy ever since they left his penthouse, hoping to catch a glimpse of Luffy’s red lace panties. Hence the previous comment.
“Eyes on the road, pervert!”
Law hums, tapping his pointer finger against the steering wheel. Only when they have to stop at a red light, does Law speak again. “I think your outfit is very pretty,” he simply states, neither denying nor confirming the accusation. They both know it’s true anyway.
“Of course you would think that. You picked it out for me.”
The light turns green and Law has to avert his focus from Luffy and back to the traffic. Luffy is thankful for the small blessing. It makes breathing a little easier.
“You know,” Law drawls, “You were so cute when you where fucked out of your mind and not able to work that snarky tongue of yours. I should have kept you in this state the whole day.”
Luffy cheeks glow bright red from the comment. He wants to come up with a smart response but then realizes that Law put his car into parking.
Ever the gentleman, Law goes to open the door for Luffy and offers his arm for support, which he gladly accepts.
Luffy is pleasantly surprised that Law chose the shopping mile along the beach promenade, rather than the huge mall in the city center. It’s a nice and sunny day after all, and Law knows that Luffy’s favorite place on earth is the ocean. He can be quite thoughtful. …if he wants to be.
“Let’s get you something nice, shall we?”
“Yeah!” Luffy shouts with fervor and beams up at the taller man.
Law might be a sadist, an asshole, and a bastard, but in the end he always takes good care of Luffy.
~
It’s peaceful, walking along the beach, hand in hand with Law, listening to the waves breaking on the shore. Luffy would say he feels content, if it weren’t for the growing discomfort between his legs. He shifts on his legs, just a little, but it doesn't go unnoticed.
“It stays in,” Law whispers darkly into his ear.
Luffy doesn’t object, but he can’t help but mutter to himself that Law better buys him a whole damn yacht for all the trouble he constantly puts him through. It’s not that he couldn’t afford it, either.
“Look, there’s a nice boutique over there. Let’s check it out.”
He takes Luffy’s hand in his and hurries him across the street. The boutique he was referring to is rather small but very cute. One look at the price tag of a simple tee, however, reveals that nothing here would normally be in his budget. He puts the shirt back with a mildly disgusted look on his face.
“What about this one?”
Turning around to where Law’s voice came from, Luffy is presented with a midi-length sundress with a pretty sunflower pattern.
“A sunflower for my sunflower,” Law grins. “What do you think?”
Luffy feels the fabric between his fingers. It’s nice, he has to admit. “It’s kinda cute, I guess.”
“Don’t be like that, sweetheart. Go try it on!”
A grumbled ‘ fine’ seems to be enough for Law, as he looks satisfied when Luffy takes the dress from him and waltzes off in the direction of the changing rooms.
Drawing the curtain behind him, Luffy leans against the mirror with a sigh. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. In and out. In and out.
After a few more shaky breaths, he already feels a little bit more put together and quickly shuffles out of his top and skirt before pulling the dress over his head.
Using the palms of his hands he smooths out the silky fabric, looking himself over in the mirror. He nibbles at his lower lip as his reflection stares back at him. It’s not that he dislikes what he sees, it’s just…
It was a bit strange for Luffy at first, Law’s obsession with dressing him in women's clothes, almost as if he were his own personal dress-up doll, but Luffy can’t say that he hates it. In fact, he found out that he rather likes wearing flowy skirts and dresses—they’re very comfy. The issue is more with the skin-tight fits that Law also loves on him. But even those, Luffy can’t fully hate. Not with the way Law’s pupils dilate until they’re almost completely black whenever Luffy wears them.
The rustling sound of the curtain draws his attention away from his thoughts and to the tall figure appearing in the fitting room, just as Luffy was about to fix the loosely tied strap that keeps falling off his shoulder. If it were anyone else other than Law wearing that sly smile on his face, Luffy would punch his lights out!
Instead he just hisses a quiet, “What are you doing here?!”
Law shrugs. “Just wanted to check on you.”
The curtain closes behind him as Law steps closer into Luffy’s personal space until he’s backed into the corner. Caged in between the wall and Law’s much larger body, Luffy feels an all too familiar throb between his legs.
“You look stunning,” he says and slides his finger under the strap, gently caressing Luffy’s shoulder with his knuckle.
Luffy swallows thickly. Has the lump in his throat been there before? He can only guess what expression he must be making that causes the grin on Law’s face to widen. Before he knows what’s happening, Law pulls on the string, untying the knot. Then he repeats the action on the other side, and just like that, Luffy’s chest is exposed to Law’s hungry eyes.
Luckily, the dress hugs his hips tightly enough to keep it from falling off completely.
“Are you crazy?” hisses Luffy through his teeth, knowing fully well that it’s a weak protest. They both know he’ll let Law do as he pleases with his body.
“Relax.” Law grabs his ass roughly, pushing his middle finger between his cheeks and pressing against the plug. “Be good.”
A soft moan escapes Luffy’s lips as he clings to Law’s shoulders for dear life. God knows he needs the support—his knees feel like pudding when Law keeps rubbing him through the fabric. As if that wasn’t enough, Law now twists one of Luffy’s nipples, causing the boy to cry out.
Law tuts. “Look at you, moaning like a bitch in heat. You want people to hear you, hm, is that it? You want them to come in here and see what a perfect little whore you are for me?”
“N-no…”
“Liar,” says Law and pinches his nipple again, harder this time. “You want everyone to see how well you can take my cock. But that won’t do, darling, because this”—He lifts Luffy’s chin with his finger and kisses away a tear before moving to nibble at his earlobe—”this is only for my eyes to see. So, I need you to be quiet now, okay? Can you do that for me?”
Luffy stares at Law, his eyes blown wide, and nods slowly.
“Good.”
The sound of a belt being unbuckled draws Luffy’s attention towards Law’s crotch. His mouth waters a little when Law pulls out his dick but he doesn’t get the chance to marvel at the sheer size of it for too long.
It all happens pretty fast. First, his panties are being pulled down. Then he’s hoisted up onto Law’s hips, leaving the thong hanging from one of his ankles. Law wastes no time before attacking his neck, licking and biting at the sensitive skin.
“L-Law, we really shouldn’t be doing this here.”
Law glares at him with the eyes of a feral beast—a sight that will forever be etched into Luffy’s brain—and bites Luffy’s collarbone. “Do you want me to drag you out of here, bend you over the counter, and fuck you silly in front of everyone?”
“No.”
Lie!
“Will you be good for Daddy, then?”
“Yes…”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. And now,” his voice drops to a growl as he whispers into Luffy’s ear, “lift up the dress.”
With trembling hands, Luffy does as he is told. He bundles the silk between his fist and lifts it up to his belly button, the nails of his other hand still digging into Law’s expensive suit.
“Such a cute little cock,” Law comments with a smirk. It’s not a compliment any man would normally want to hear, but Luffy can’t help but whimper when Law fists both of their erections, causing them to rub against each other and create a delicious friction.
The difference in size is striking, with Law being almost twice as big in length and girth. Seeing their dicks compared to each other like this, Luffy can’t believe that this thing was inside him not too long ago.
Law jerks them off slowly—way too slow for Luffy’s liking—and soon enough Luffy desperately bucks up into Law’s hand. He can no longer hold back his voice, so Law shuts him up by sloppily licking into his mouth.
A few people are happily chatting amongst themselves. Luffy can make out every word they say. Which means they can’t be too far away, he realizes in panic. Surely, Law can hear them too, yet he makes no effort to stop.
He should use the safe word. He really should. But the knot in his stomach almost drives him insane and the pleasure clouding his mind prevents any critical thinking. So instead he throws his head back and bites his lips until he tastes copper on his tongue.
Law’s hand flies over their cocks faster and faster, grunting into Luffy’s ear as it finally becomes unbearable for him as well.
Please say the word, Luffy repeats in his head like a mantra. Please say it, say it, say it,...
He knows that he has to wait, no matter if he is about to burst. Because he is a good boy. Always such a good boy for Law.
The hand gripping Luffy’s waist is bruising, leaving fingerprints for Luffy to admire the next morning. Proof that he is Law’s.
Just the thought of it turns him on so much that Luffy wants to scream. To beg, to reason with Law. That it’s enough, that he’s been so good, and that Law should have mercy already. But then, just when Luffy thinks he can’t take it anymore, Law leans closer. He places a tender kiss on the skin behind Luffy’s ear, his warm breath leaving goosebumps in its wake. And then finally…
“Come.”
Luffy lets go all at once, his whole body convulsing. And thank God Law’s mind isn’t as fuzzy as Luffy’s and he still has half a mind to clasp his palm over Luffy’s mouth to muffle his cry that comes along with the exhilarating orgasm he’s experiencing. He doesn’t even care that he’s spilling all over his belly and probably on the dress as well.
Now we definitely have to buy it, he thinks when his mind finally catches up again.
Law follows shortly after, adding to the sticky mess on Luffy’s stomach. They both stay still for a while. The world around them is silent as they look into each other’s eyes and catch their breath.
His eyes widen in realization. “I think they’re gone,” Luffy whispers. Just in case.
“Yeah,” Law says, chuckling softly and quickly kissing him on the lips.
Luffy’s legs are wobbly when they’re back on the ground. He feels and probably looks like a complete mess, unlike Law, who on the other hand looks as put together as ever. If it weren’t for the slightly tousled hair from when Luffy ran his hands through it, one could never tell anything happened at all.
He kisses the crown of Luffy’s head as a last show of affection before he goes back to his asshole mood. Reaching into his pocket, Law pulls out a napkin and hands it to Luffy, saying, “Make yourself presentable.” Then he removes the tag from the dress and disappears behind the curtain without another word.
Luffy quickly wipes himself clean—or at least as clean as possible—pulls his panties up, and picks up his clothes from the floor before he rushes after Law just in time to see him swipe his black credit card against the card reader.
Realization dawns on Luffy that he never got the chance to look at the price, but he’s fairly sure it’s at least three figures—if not more.
Law accepts a bag with the logo of the boutique on it from the saleslady, and hands it to Luffy to put his old clothes away. “He loves the new dress so much, he wants to keep it on. Isn’t that right, darling?”
The saleslady looks at Luffy with a smile, but to Luffy it looks a bit forced. His cheeks warm up—does she know? She has to know, right? Taking Law’s wrist in his hand, Luffy quickly maneuvers them out of the shop without looking at the other customers shopping around as they pass them on their way out.
He hears Law’s quiet laugh behind him as they speed walk along the promenade, Luffy’s head hanging low in shame.
Shame not from what they've done or whom might have possibly heard them, but rather from the kick he’s gotten out of the whole situation.
Stupid Torao and his stupid handsome face that makes Luffy want to do things he’d never envisioned even in his wildest dreams!
They walk fast, passing shop after shop, with Luffy making no effort to slow down, because God knows what other brilliant idea might come to Law’s twisted, sadistic mind if given the chance. Law lets himself be dragged behind with no complaint, though. And he better keep it at that if he knows what’s good for him!
Still. Luffy doesn’t dare to turn around to see the knowing smile on the other’s lips. Oh no, he won’t give Law the satisfaction of seeing the crimson blush on Luffy’s cheeks that probably won’t fade anytime soon.
“I want ice cream,” Luffy demands out of the blue.
Law’s laughter rings in his ears.
“Sure, babe. Anything for my birthday boy.”
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“Ahhh, that was so good! Now I'm full but my feet hurt so much,” Luffy whines, sinking even deeper into his seat.
They decided to take a break from their shopping stroll to have a few drinks and some late lunch. Law chose the restaurant, and with a taste as expensive as his, it was a given that they would end up at the Baratie. Luffy isn’t complaining, though. He’s heard a lot of good things about it, and, well, it’s a restaurant on a freaking boat—what’s there not to love?
It usually stays harbored, like now, but Law told him that it also goes out on special occasions, like gala events and other things Luffy is too poor to know about. He made Law promise to take him to such an event some day.
“At least you didn’t have to carry like 10 bags.”
Luffy shoots him a pointed look before he goes back to gazing out the window. They decided against eating on the deck, grateful for some shade to protect them from the sweltering midday sun, and instead opted for a nice booth towards the bow inside the ship. The view from there is marvelous, shimmering water and blue sky as far as the eye can reach. He really likes it here, Luffy decides.
“Serves you right,” he mumbles against the cool glass as he watches a seagull dive for its own lunch, receiving a huff from Law in response.
He wasn’t lying about the amount of shopping bags Luffy made him carry. He got a ton of new games and clothes, and other knick knacks. Some goodies for his brothers and friends as well, and maybe that was just to hurt Law’s wallet even more. Call it petty revenge if you want, but hey, that’s the deal between them, right?
Not that Luffy insists on it, he’s not the materialistic kind of guy. He would stay with Law even without all the glitter and gold, but Law clearly enjoys splurging on him, so who is Luffy to stop him?
“Come here,” Law says while patting the empty spot next to him on the bench.
A bit reluctantly, Luffy accepts the offer, only to regret it a moment later when he feels a hand sneak under his dress. Can you believe this guy?! Law massages the supple skin and Luffy hates how his body immediately reacts to it.
“You know what I find so endearing about you, Lu-ya?”
Luffy gawks at him, feeling the heat rise to the tip of his ears from the usage of his favorite nickname. His throat is too dry to speak but Law answers his question himself when he speaks next, “That you’re such a terrible liar.”
His hand wanders up higher on Luffy’s thigh until he can thumb at the wet spot forming on Luffy’s panties. “You bitch and moan about me being mean when in reality you can’t get enough of it, isn’t that right? We both know you’d let me have my way with you, right on this table, if I’d wish to do so. And you’d love every second of it, screaming for the whole world to hear how fucking good Daddy feels inside you. But it’s okay, I like it when you’re acting coy. In fact”—He grabs Luffy’s hand and guides it to his crotch—”it really turns me on.”
Law’s voice is a soft purr against Luffy’s neck, his breath leaving a tingling sensation on Luffy’s skin. He feels Law hot and heavy through his slacks, like the sweetest temptation right underneath his palm.
“So, my pretty darling, I’m going to ask you a question, and I need you to be honest with me. What do you want me to do?”
The smile on Law’s face can only be described as victorious, as if he already knows what Luffy’s answer will be.
“I want Daddy to fuck me.”
And as always, Law is right.
~
The following minutes seemed to pass Luffy by. One moment Law had waved the waiter over to ask for the bill, which he promptly paid, including a hefty tip, and the next Luffy found himself kneeling on the luxurious marble tiles of the Baratie's restroom.
“You look so pretty when you’re on your knees for me,” Law says, sounding a little breathless. He’s leaned against the bathroom sink, looking all kinds of ethereal with the backlit mirror highlighting his silhouette. “Suck me off.”
The fact that Luffy has his back to the entrance sends a wave of adrenaline through his bloodstream. His hands tremble as he clumsily begins to undo Law's pants under his watchful eye. Once freed from his slacks, Luffy’s nostrils are hit with the manly scent of Law’s arousal. His mouth begins to water and he has to wet his lips, barely able to contain his rising excitement.
He can’t help it—Luffy loves having Law in his mouth, tasting him on his tongue and getting dizzy from his musky smell.
“What are you waiting for? Put that mouth of yours to some good use.”
With his hand in Luffy’s hair, Law slowly but firmly guides Luffy’s head to his dick. He opens up easily, letting Law slide over his tongue. He moans at the taste and greedily swallows up more and more until he weekly gags on Law’s cock nestled deep down his throat.
Law lets out a happy sigh. “Good boy,” he praises, “you’re so good at this, baby.”
Tears well up in Luffy’s eyes when Law refuses to lighten the grip he has on Luffy’s hair, keeping his nose pressed into his pubes until his lungs start to complain.
He can hear Law laughing softly as he is only able to make gurgling sounds and drool is running out of the corners of his mouth. “What? Too much? Alright, alright…”
Law lets go of his hair and instead wipes away a tear from Luffy’s cheek. “Look at me!”
Looking up at Law through his lashes, Law is met with a hunger in Law’s golden eyes that knocks the air out of his lungs more than the cock he’s deep-throating.
“Fuck, that’s so hot! Keep looking at me like that while you’re sucking Daddy’s dick.”
Maintaining eye contact while bobbing his head up and down and sucking and licking Law's length is somehow even more humiliating than the act itself in the middle of a public restroom where someone could stumble in at any moment, but Luffy won’t let himself be deterred. He’s spurred on by Law’s tiny grunts and moans, determined to make him feel good, to make him lose control for once, if only a little bit.
“Such a good whore for me, fuck!”
Luffy lets out a yelp when his head gets yanked back all of the sudden, and immediately he misses the stretch in his mouth.
“Daddy, please…” He looks at Law with pleading eyes although he should know better. Should know that Law is too cruel to give Luffy what he desires and therefore, instead of shoving his dick back down Luffy’s throat like he so desperately wants, Law only nudges his cockhead against Luffy’s lips.
“Please fuck my mouth, Daddy,” he tries again but Law grabs him by his upper arm and pulls him up onto his unsteady feet.
With a rough shove, Luffy gets pushed against the sink and then his head is being pulled back. He blinks, once, twice, before he realizes that the face staring back at him through the mirror with tear-stained cheeks and dried drool on his chin is his own.
“See what a mess you are?” Law taunts.
The sight is fascinating to Luffy, however, he regrets not having applied mascara this morning—the black streaks around his eyes would have made his apperance even messier, just the way Law likes him best.
He looks back at Law with a wobbly smile and fresh tears threatening to spill from his eyes, “Daddy, are you going to fuck me now?”
Law grunts and pushes up his dress, smacking Luffy’s ass hard enough to make the boy cry out in pain. “Desperate little slut,” he sneers and slides his hard cock in between Luffy’s thighs.
“N-no, Torao, please…” Luffy pleads, seeing his face twist in his reflection. He tries to reach back to pull his cheeks apart, wanting to show Law where he wants him, but the latter only slaps his hand away and smacks his ass again.
“Look in the mirror—do you see how cute you look when you beg me to give you my cock?”
Luffy sobs pathetically while Law ruts against him, smearing the sticky precum onto his inner thighs. It’s not fair! He’s been so good and still Law won’t reward him!
Finally Law pulls his panties to the side, toying with the plug by slightly pushing at it with his thumb. “This must hurt by now,” he ponders aloud, sounding more curious rather than concerned. “We should take it out for a while, wouldn’t you agree?”
There's no time to answer, because Law does as he pleases right away, not even giving Luffy a chance to mourn the loss of being stuffed full, as Law shoves his cock into Luffy's stretched out hole without much warning. All he can do is take it when Law starts thrusting into him in earnest, pushing out strained moans with every deep stroke.
“Ah, D-Daddy, harder, please, oh god! ”
“You love being used like this, don’t you?” Law gruffs, pushing in deeply and hitting the spot that makes stars dance before Luffy’s eyes.
“Y-yes, love it, love it so much! Oh god— ahh —please don’t stop!”
The hard marble sink will leave a nasty bruise on Luffy’s stomach, but he doesn’t care. All he can think about is how good Law feels inside him, the pleasure too consuming. Not even if someone were to walk in on them right now, would he want Law to stop. He’d continue to scream Law’s name, louder than ever before, until the last person knows it’s him Luffy belongs to.
Because, yes, Law is an awful sadist, but Luffy might be an even worse masochist.
That is the last coherent thought forming in his mind before he paints the floor white with his come, panting heavily as he desperately tries to regain his senses while Law keeps fucking him from behind.
“Shit,” Law curses, “you’re so tight, baby!”
Luffy whines, feeling all the strength leaving his body, only hanging by a thread whilst Law’s thrusts become more and more frantic. “Daddy, please fill me up with your cum!”
Behind him, Law shoves in balls-deep one more time before he stills completely. He comes with a grunt, spilling his seed deep inside Luffy’s walls. After a few labored breaths, he pulls out slowly, making Luffy wince on the empty feeling. He brushes his thumb over Luffy’s gaping hole and lets out a satisfied hum. “So cute,” he comments and puts the plug back in. “You did so good, darling, it’ll only have to stay in a little while longer.
Luffy agrees without a fuss and shyly asks, “Carry me?”, in the hope that Law will be a little more merciful this time around.
To his relief, Law agrees and takes him in his arms after quickly wiping away their mess.
“Of course, sunshine. Let’s go home.”
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The change in Law’s demeanor once they step into his penthouse almost gives Luffy whiplash—gone are the sassy comments and condescending voice, and instead Luffy gets showered with kisses and affectionate words.
Law runs a bath for them as soon as they get home, even makes sure to add the vanilla bath bomb that Luffy loves so much. He carefully undresses Luffy and takes out the plug before cleaning up the dried up cum with a damp cloth.
“My belly hurts,” Luffy whines.
“I know, baby, I’m sorry. Was I too rough with you?”
“...No.”
“That’s good then. Come, the water is ready.”
Law goes in first, making sure to leave enough space between his legs for Luffy. The warm water acts like a balm for his sore body, and Luffy immediately relaxes against Law’s broad chest with a long sigh.
They soak in the water until it turns lukewarm. Luffy plays with the bubbles while Law gently shampoos his scalp. He loves when Law does that. It feels intimate.
After rinsing off, Law pats him dry with a soft towel fresh out of the dryer. The warm cotton feels amazing and Luffy pulls it tighter around his body.
Law smiles at him softly. “You look cute.”
He hears that a lot from Law, but in those moments the words hold a different meaning. It’s not to mock or tease Luffy. It’s genuine.
“Wait here for a second, okay?” Law says and walks off into the bedroom.
When he comes back, he’s holding a pair of Luffy’s shorts and his favorite black and yellow hoodie that technically still belongs to Law but has been claimed by Luffy long ago. Law still wears it, though, because it wouldn’t be Luffy’s favorite if it weren’t for Law’s scent.
He buries his nose in it and inhales deeply while he lets himself be carried to the bed where he snuggles into the soft sheets. Law lies down behind him and puts his arm around Luffy’s waist. “What do you want to do for the rest of the day?” he asks.
Luffy lets out a giggle. “Oh, so now I get a say?” he teases. He turns around, coming face to face with Law. His usual hard features are much softer now. Luffy likes looking at him when he’s like this because it’s something that’s only for his eyes to see. “How generous of you.”
“Shut up. I know you enjoyed it.”
“Did not,” Luffy shoots back, pursing his lips and avoiding Law’s eyes.
“Such a terrible liar… You know you love me.”
Oh.
Luffy’s eyes widen. It’s still new for them, these feelings that blossomed from their unconventional agreement, still uncharted territory that they’ve only recently started to explore after dancing around the topic for so long. To hear Law say the word so freely, it feels like a big step.
“I do.”
“Good,” Law says and kisses Luffy’s forehead. “That’s good because I feel the same way.”
His heart skips a beat and his cheeks hurt from how widely he’s grinning at Law.
“But you never answered my question, love. What do you wanna do now?”
That, Luffy doesn’t have to think about for long, “Nap! Like, for a few hours at least! And then you have to cook for me. And after that, I wanna have sex,” he blurts out and then quickly adds, “but the normal way…”
Law raises his brows but doesn’t comment on it further. “Anything you want, my king.”
Luffy scrunches up his nose and taps a finger against Law’s forehead. He should be used to the pampering by now, but the difference between this Law and then one he had to deal with only mere hours ago never fails to mess with his head. “Sometimes I think that there live two Toraos in there, you know?”
“Is that so? And which do you prefer?”
“Both.”
It’s the truth. Being with Law is like being served a spicy dinner followed by the sweetest of deserts, and Luffy wouldn’t want to have it any other way.
Law laughs heartily at his answer and hugs him closer.
“Happy birthday, Lu-ya.”