You nearly didn’t make it. To think, all that preparing before your arrival to quite possibly the biggest bloodbath the modern era had seen, and you still barely escaped Marineford by the skin of your teeth. Even knowing what you were facing, it was a remarkably close call.
Now, a few hours from Amazon Lily–one of the only places deemed safe enough for Luffy to recover without Marine interference–you all finally felt like you could take a breather. Far underwater and with the night crew keeping watch for the odd Sea King, the tense atmosphere aboard the sub seemed to finally loosen.
You hadn’t seen your captain much since he’d entered surgery on the rival pirate, though word of mouth confirmed the operation had at least stabilized his condition. But that had been hours ago, and you were starting to get worried about him. So, you thought to check his room. It was typically where he hid away to destress from a hectic day.
You knocked quietly, and upon receiving a tired ‘come in’ from within, you pushed through the door. The room was mostly dark, save for the desk lamp that illuminated his figure.
He was worse off than you thought. Hunched over his desk, exhaustion emanating from his posture and the way his half-lidded eyes flicked up to see who had entered. The dark bags which were typical of him under his eyes were more pronounced, marking his lack of rest the entire day.
He barely gave you a greeting when you entered, going back to whatever medical report he was currently poring over.
“How’s Luffy?”
“He’ll survive.” Law said in the most weary voice you’d ever heard from him. Clearly, the operation and the events that preceded it had worn him out. “Whatever his mental state will be when he wakes up remains to be seen.”
You come closer to stand beside your lover, glancing at the operation notes that he was finishing up. “You’ve done all you can for him, then. Come lay down. The rest can wait.”
“It’ll just take a few minutes.” He says with a sigh.
Tilting your head, you take in the sorry sight of your poor captain. The man was bone-weary, sluggish, and tired. And yet he refused to leave his work half-finished. It was a personality trait the two of you clashed about often, given his habit of skipping meals and not keeping to a proper sleep schedule.
With a gentle press of your fingers, you slide the paper away from him, spinning his chair to face you so he couldn’t go back to his work. He eyes you with a tired glare. “Y/N-”
“You’re tired, and I’d like to help you relax after a long day of stress and worry.” You say quietly, lowering yourself to your knees to get his attention. “Just let me get your mind off everything for a while.”
He says nothing, eyes searching yours as you carefully rid yourself of your shirt, then moments after that, your bra underneath. Your breasts bounce as they are released from the constricting band.
Discarded somewhere behind you, your pert nipples are fully exposed to him now. When he makes no move to accept what you’ve offered, you shuffle forward on your knees, guiding his apart so you can sit between them.
“Please, Captain? Let me help you for once.” Your quiet plea is accompanied by your hand grasping his, pressing it against your large breast as a sign that you wanted him to touch you. “Let me make you feel good.”
Either he’s too tired to fight you on this or he was actually interested in what you had suggested, but he gave in to his desires and gently squeezed your chest, nimble fingers slow and exploratory rather than dominating like you were used to. You close your eyes, relishing in the soft pleasure, before you open them again and reach for his pants.
It takes a bit of work to unbutton, unzip, and shimmy them down from his hips, but you’re rewarded with his semi-erect cock once you’d done so. You softly pump him, causing his eyes to close in appreciation. The quietest of sighs leaves his lips, and he swirls his thumb against your nipple.
He’s slower to full mast than usual, though his fatigue can be attributed to that. Giving him a smile, you lean forward and take his hardened member into your warm and wet mouth, tongue circling the head as soon as it passes your lips. His breath leaves in a rush, the sensation of you lavishing his member with your wet appendage catching him off guard despite knowing full well what was coming.
Your head bobs slowly, wetting his entire length with saliva. His free hand lays itself in your hair. Not gripping and pushing you further down, as you’d expect, but to keep you steady and show how he just wants to touch you in such an intimate moment.
And as much as you’d love to suck him off, then and there, you wanted to do something different. Before he could gain any sort of traction towards a significant orgasm, you pull your head away and shimmy even closer.
His eyes look down at you in confusion, wondering why you’d stopped after so graciously offering to pleasure him, only to be confronted with you looking up at him with such love as you nestle his cock between your ample breasts.
You squeeze them together and begin to move, forward and backward. His eyes shudder, and he watches in fascination and total erotic relaxation as you titty fuck him at such a slow pace. You’ve never seen such an expression of blissed-out zen on his face, but it’s one you hope to see again one day…under better circumstances, of course.
The softness of your skin rubbing along his entire shaft makes him stutter a groan, and his fingers dig a fraction deeper on your head. Breaths coming out at a faster rhythm, pupils dilated as he watches you, you can tell his high is beginning to rise.
Your eyes are glued on his as you move. There’s an unexpected intimateness about the act that you relish for all that it’s worth. Times like this with Law are rare, carnal need typically overwhelming any other emotion you might feel at the time.
You don’t want the moment to end, but edging him would only serve to put him further in a state of tension. Not what you wanted. Perhaps another time. Today, you simply wanted him to feel good.
You lower your head to lick at his cock head each time your breast slide to his base, teasing it with your tongue. Law bites his lip, the sight so erotic, he has to resist the urge to put his own thrusts into the mix. But this is your pace, and your rules, and he does greatly appreciate what you wanted to do for him.
Your pace quickens, breasts squeezed tighter around his hard member. He inhales sharply, the pressure exactly what he needed to start climbing that ladder of pleasure with significant speed. Brows scrunched in concentration, and the desire to cum, you give greater effort in pleasuring the head of his cock.
Just that little bit more, your lips closing around his head, is what finally pushes him over. He cums with a shudder and a deep groan, the hot spurts of his seed shooting sticky spots onto the skin of your neck. It’s warm and strange to feel as they slowly slide down, but you bear it.
You slow your speed, milking every last drop he might have left in him, listening to the deep panting sound of his breaths as he finishes. His eyes open and see you still kneeling there, looking up at him with such deep affection that he nearly wants to cry. The vulnerable state he was in…it wasn’t far of a stretch.
His hand comes up to brush and cup your cheek with his tired, appreciative gaze. He says nothing, too fatigued to find the right words or even speak them, but the way his tattooed thumb tenderly traces under your eye is enough.
You sit back, reaching for your own shirt to wipe off his cum from your neck, cleaning him up moments later. You’re gentle, mindful that his softening cock was sensitive and too much pressure would only cause overstimulated pain.
Once the two of you are clean, you are able to guide him up from his chair and into more comfortable clothing. It takes some effort, but the two of you are sprawled out on his bed in a matter of minutes, exhausted and in need of some much needed rest.
You smile, hearing his gentle snoring against your chest, and quickly find what little sleep you’d be able to get before you reached the shores of Amazon Lily.
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