The club was packed, patrons from all walks of life mingling among the scantily-clad women that worked the building with such ease. Law, his signature tattoos for once covered with cover-up, leered lazily through the crowd as he stepped past those in his way.
He felt a brush of a woman’s hand against his arm, though it wasn’t who he was looking for when he turned to see who it had been. Some busy blonde with a wicked smile, twiddling her fingers at him in invitation. Throwing her a smug look, he turned away and continued walking, making it clear that he wasn’t interested. He could have sworn he heard a pout behind him.
The atmosphere was thick, the stench of sweat, alcohol, and a tinge of sex latent throughout the place. Heavy, booming bass seems to push at the occupants inside the club, prompting that instinctual need to bunch together, to get closer, to lean in close in order to be heard over the music.
Just the sort of place a high-profile Marine might spend his leisure time. The place was known to host the nearby Marine base’s soldiers. Which was exactly why he was there that night.
While he didn’t recognize any of the men by looks alone, the way they sat and commanded the space around them, demanded superior treatment from the women they ogled, and risked a hand reaching out to touch what was off limits surely pointed to an entitlement characteristic of the ‘righteous’ and 'noble’ Marines. Typical.
Law found his way to the back of the club, where a small podium was set up in front of a door labeled ’Private.’ The woman manning it was dressed in similar attire to her fellow coworkers, though her expression made it obvious she wasn’t there for the patrons’ entertainment. And as he approached to greet her, the brunette’s eyes scanned him up and down with a critical gaze.
“Need something, honey?” The words themselves were sweet, but the delivery made it clear she wouldn’t tolerate any untoward behavior.
He shoved his hands in his pockets, plastering an easy smile on his face. “I’m looking for something a little…more than what your girls are offering out here. Maybe a private show in the back, if there are any openings?”
“Hmm.” She said. Law only waited, that lazy smile still in place. His lack of response made the woman’s brow raise. “I don’t let just anyone get the VIP treatment. What makes you think you deserve it?”
He took out the thick wad of beli from his pocket, placing it on the podium in front of the woman’s face. The move was tacky, sure, but in a place like this, the only way to get what you wanted was through money. “That should cover the rates for the rest of the night…unless that’s not sufficient?”
Gaze zeroing in on the beli, the woman reached out and began thumbing through the paper bills, counting to herself with an concentrated frown. The last half she carded through in a flash, looking back up to him silently, satisfied with the offer.
“Would you look at that, we just had a room open up in the back.” The stack of money disappeared somewhere under her podium.
“Lucky me” Law commented with amusement, and the woman grabbed a key from under the podium, stepping around to stand beside him.
She waved to the club floor. “Got a preference? Dancer working the pole right now is booked in half an hour, so she’s off the table.”
His keen gaze swept the area closest to the main dancing stage, where a very limber woman was currently working. But he bypassed the sight, until his gaze settled on one person in particular.
Clad in a black cami lingerie set, he let his gaze linger on you from affair. The set hugged your curves in all the right places, exposing just enough to set his imagination running on what was underneath. Not that he didn’t already know, but still. The sight was mouthwatering.
You were turned away from him, putting your plump rear on full display, leaning over a table of other men and talking pleasantly with them. As much as he hated the way they eyed you up and down with obvious interest, he was impressed with your ability to garner attention and hold it. You’d been a good pick for the job, even if he had been adamant that someone else take your place.
Law pointed to you with an anticipatory smile. “Her.”
The woman looked in the direction of his finger, brow raised again. “She doesn’t do private shows, sorry. There are plenty others available-”
“I’m not interested in anyone else.” He said with conviction. “I would like her.”
“Layla requested not to do private shows, and I’m going to respect her wish.” The woman pushed back with a furrowed brow. At first, you didn’t know who she was talking about, but figured it was simply the dancer name you’d chosen.
“Perhaps you can ask her if she’ll consider it, just this once.” Law says, eyes never straying from your beautiful figure. Once he’d found you in this packed club, he couldn’t seem to focus on anything else.
The woman gave a heavy sigh, but did go off to speak with you upon his insistence. Law watched as she approached the table, no doubt apologizing to the patrons that you were required elsewhere, perhaps offering up one of the other girls in the place as replacement entertainment.
Moments later, with you in tow, the woman returned to Law’s side. “Layla, this man is requesting you for a private showing.” She said, gesturing to the smug pirate in question. “I tried to talk him out of it, but he’s asking for you personally.”
You eyed him up with interest, a mirth in your twinkling eye he didn’t miss. “Did he, now?”
The woman looked apologetic. “I already told him you refuse to-”
“It’s alright.” You say, smile widening as you look him up and down with obvious delight. “For him, I’ll make an exception.”
Your boss’ bewilderment was obvious. “You will?”
“Mhmm.” You bit your lip, head tilting to the side. “Something tells me he’ll treat me right.”
The look in your eye made him clench his hands in his pockets. Oh, he was looking forward to this. “I can assure you,” he said in a purr, “you’ll be in good hands with me.”
Your eyes were locked in a seductive gaze, momentarily forgetting the setting. Your boss clears her throat, and you snap out of the awkward pause. “Did he already pay?”
“Yeah, take him to room 4.” She said, handing you the little key that would grant you access to one of the private rooms. “He paid for the whole night, so-”
“Great, I’ll escort him there.” You say, accepting the key from your boss and grabbing onto his hand, already pulling him towards the back rooms.
Law was certain your boss said something as you drag him past the doorway that leads to the back hallways, but he can’t hear her over the sound of the pounding music. The enthusiasm and hurry in your steps is obvious, and the further back into the hallways you take him, the more impatient he can feel you becoming.
You’re practically buzzing by the time you reach the door marked with a number 4, and your hand shakes as you jab the key into the lock, twisting it with a flick of your wrist and pushing so you both enter.
He’s sat on the plush, leather couch as you close and lock the door behind you with an audible clack. Turning back towards him, you flash him the most seductive smile you could, tossing the keys to the floor in a clear move that said 'neither of us are going anywhere.’
Wasting no time with the typical foreplay and build-up one would expect from these private shows, you settled yourself in his lap and crashed your lips together in a fierce kiss. It felt so daring, to allow a man to touch you in one of the private rooms where such a thing would be against the rules. But this was Law. And it felt so right.
A full week without feeling the softness of your lips against his had him just as desperate to kiss you in return. And while your mouths reacquainted themselves, his hands stroked up the exposed back of your lingerie, fingers trailing up along your spine. You shiver at his touch.
The club was left entirely forgotten, the two of you so lost in the feeling of being together again you barely heard the muffled and distant thumping beat of the music. The rapid beat of your hearts in your chests was all you knew. Each thump punctuated by an ache deep in your pelvis.
You pulled away and smiled at him, panting breaths between the two of you. “What are you doing here, Captain?”
“Enjoying the entertainment.” He said with a low chuckle.
“You know…my shift ends…in 3 hours.” Your lips steal quick, unpredictable kisses against his mouth in between your words. “You couldn’t have waited…that long for me to get back…to the ship?”
“I could’ve…” He admits, hands moving to the edge of the enticing lingerie you still wore. “but then I would’ve missed the sight of you in this. You can’t blame me for seeing the real thing after fantasizing about it for a week.”
“If you asked me nicely, I would have worn it for you another night…” You promise in a whisper, raking your nails back through his hair and tilting his head back just enough to have him look up into your eyes.
“Didn’t want to take my chances.”
You chuckle, unable to resist swooping in for another breathtaking kiss. His taste, one you’d missed for the past many days, was intoxicating, the way his hands caressed and squeezed you, captivating and holding your focus.
It had been difficult, being away from the crew for so long, but the intel Law needed was too valuable to pass up. And when it was clear that none of the other member of the Heart Pirates had the skills necessary to pass off as a dancer and convince drunken men to spill what secrets they may hold, you’d offered to take up the task.
You recalled how against the idea Law had been, but after a long conversation in the privacy of your bedroom, you’d managed to convince him that you were up for such a task, regardless of the danger. And despite him still having reservations, he’d agreed to let you do it.
There had been no contact with the others for over a week as you enticed and seduced and charmed your way into the trust of the Marines who held the knowledge you sought. It hadn’t been that hard, in all honesty. With the promise of a flash of intimate skin, it was a cinch to convince them to tell you anything.
You didn’t particularly like it, the act of putting your body on display when you were faithful to your pirate lover feeling like some sort of betrayal, but you both understood it would be a necessary part of the ruse.
It was your final day playing the part of a club dancer. You figured Law had come for a report on your findings, since he’d shown up out of the blue and without informing you first. And damn, were you so happy to see him.
You pull away again, keeping your mouth beside his ear as you grind your hips down onto his lap, causing a hiss through his teeth. “About that intel-”
“Later.” He groaned, fingers digging into your hips as he rut upwards into your warm center. You bite your lip to prevent from whining. Even through your flimsy panties and his jeans, he could feel how warm your enticing pussy was. The sound of his strained breathing was doing funny things to your heart.
“Seeing you like this…” He continued, ducking his head down to your neck and dragging his hot tongue up to your jawline, ending the journey with a soft nip. “…you’ve no idea what it does to me, Y/N.”
“Law…” You whisper, gasping as his teeth scraped against your ear. His hands adjust down to palm at your ass, fingers squeezing the plump flesh as he drags your throbbing heat across his groin.
His digits snake their way underneath the fabric of your panties, mouth working at the skin of your neck with the clear intent to mark you. This need to claim, to possess, was incredibly erotic and unusual for him. You had a feeling the week of having to allow others to look at you without consequence had slowly chipped away at his composure, and now you were left to suffer the result.
Well, suffer was a bit too strong of a word. Reap the benefits, more like.
The room feels ten degrees hotter than when you first entered, bodies close and the anticipation of sex heavy between you. Your breaths turn into quiet moans when two of his fingers plunge into your slick.
His quiet and surprised ’fuck’ makes you grin, knowing that you’d need no preparation at all to take his hardening cock right below you. You grind down onto his fingers, making it clear just how badly you wanted it. Your impatience was only growing.
As if something in him snapped, his hand on your ass tightens, and he retracts his fingers from your cunt. Before you can whine your disappointment from the loss, he’s torn the panties away from you with a vicious yank, throwing them somewhere behind you.
You’re suddenly on your back on the couch beside him, Law sitting up on his knees just long enough to unzip his pants and shove them far enough down that they’re out of the way. His cock springs to attention between you, hard and erect and twitching with excitement to be buried deep inside of you.
His body hovers above you again, your arms and legs wrapping around him to ready yourself. Capturing his lips in another deep kiss, your nails scrape into the back of his shoulder when his tip prods at your gaping entrance.
His first thrust is fast and hard, sheathing all of his member inside you as you moan in ecstasy. Law gives you no time to adjust, mind now solely focused on the way your pussy clenches around him in the most delightful of ways.
You can’t breathe, and you pull his head to rest at your neck, pleasured cries loud in the small private showroom you’d sequestered yourselves to. Had the music in the club not been as loud as it was, you were sure to be heard from all of the patrons inside. But the humming bass that vibrates the walls masks the way he’s fucking you senseless.
His shaft drags along your slick walls, just in the right way to make your toes curl and your spine arch up to push your breasts against his chest. It’s as if he knows just how to angle himself to give you the most sensation possible.
The way he pants and groans in your ear, the sounds some of the loudest and most unrestrained you’ve ever heard from him, is by far the most erotic part to it all. You’re a filthy mess, aroused at the mere thought that your body could make him feel so good…
He’s rough. Brutal, even. His pace is much faster than he’d typically take with you, but after a week of pent-up frustration that he’d had to allow you into this den of sin and lust without him being able to do a damn thing about it was all too much. He couldn’t take you and gentler even if he tried. And from your straining cries of pleasure, you didn’t want it any other way.
You cum around him in a shudder, pussy clamping down on his cock even as he keeps thrusting. Your eyes are rolled to the back of your head, nails digging painfully into his shoulders. Your thighs quake around his hips, and that alone is nearly enough to send him over with you, but he still needs more.
Hearing muffled, senses dulled by the thundering orgasm ripping through your body, you’re quickly brought to the point of overstimulation. High-pitched cries escape you as your searing nerves can’t take anymore. Thigh lock around his waist as he ruts into a few more times.
The added pressure, and seeing you so undone underneath him pushes him over the edge, hands gripping you tightly as he empties everything he has into your warm body. Strangled gasps clue you in to just how hard his orgasm hits him as well, cock shooting spurt after spurt of his hot seed into you.
Law pants into your skin, tongue lazily tracing your collarbone as you come back to your senses. Fingers tingling, you pull his head closer to yours so you can kiss him again.
You feel him stir, but instead of pulling out like you expected, his hips slowly push into you again, stirring the simmering pleasure within you. His kiss turns more passionate, and his fingers start to wonder over the front of your lingerie.
Clearly, the two of you weren’t finished.
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The end of your shift comes much quicker than you would have liked.
You aren’t sure how many times Law has brought you to orgasm before one of your coworkers knocks loudly against the door to the room, signifying that the place would be closing in ten minutes.
Thankfully, whoever it was doesn’t linger, meaning they couldn’t hear your absolutely thrashed vocal cords moan as Law’s tongue burrows deeper into your folds.
It takes several of those minutes to calm down enough from your passionate night of seeing each other again, and then many more after that to actually get dressed.
Your lingerie is barely more than a mess of tattered fabric, Law’s impatience having done a number on all aspects of the outfit. Minus the thigh-highs and garter belt, you notice with amusement. Apparently he liked them too much to ruin them.
Law hands you over his hoodie to wear, since you couldn’t walk out of there in anything that would have otherwise covered the most important parts of your body. Many of the scratches of hickeys you’d marked all over his body were visible without the hoodie on, but he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.
When you finally emerged from the room, your boss was standing several feet away with crossed arms and an impatient look about her. But the moment she spotted both of you, and the state you were in, her eyes closed and she shook her head, deciding not to ask.
“Can’t wait to get back to the sub…” You say as you walk the long path back towards the docks where the ship was moored. You hug the hoodie to your body, trying your best to walk a straight line. Everything was sore and you still felt a little wobbly. “I’m sure the others have missed me.”
“They have.” Law confirmed, his demeanor having returned to his usual casualness. Getting out all his sexual frustration had worn him out.
“Did you want me to go over the intel with you now?”
“Tomorrow.” He closed his eyes, reaching over to pull you closer to him as you continued walking. “For now, let’s just sleep.”
“Aye, Captain.” You say with a tired grin, feeling the hours of passion finally catching up to you.
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