The first time it happens, he’s completely caught off guard. There had been no warning, just you passing him in the halls. It’s enough to make him stop and really get a good look at you. Yes, he had seen it correctly. His eyes were not deceiving him.
“Are you…wearing my hoodie?” Law asked, knowing the question was redundant–he could quite clearly see the article of clothing was his–but felt it still needed to be drawn attention to. You hadn’t asked, and it was unlike you to simply…take his things without getting his consent first.
You turn, arms wrapped yourself in a sign that you were cold. “All of mine were dirty, and Penguin hasn’t finished with the laundry duty you assigned to him. Plus, Shashi hasn’t gotten the heater fixed yet. It’s cold.” You finish with a shrug,
True enough, the submarine’s heater had been acting up the last few days, leaving the crew shivering and doing their best to keep warm until his engineers could get it working again. And given they were nearing what Law could only assume was an island with a winter climate, if the increasingly frigid water temperatures the sub’s sensors were picking up was anything to go by, the situation was growing worse by the hour. It was a major reason he wasn’t immediately asking you to take it off.
Part of him felt…embarrassed? that the crew could see you in it. Not because he was ashamed of you. No, never. He just really didn’t want to deal with them teasing him mercilessly about the gesture of familiarity you were displaying with his things. Wearing it would all but scream that you two were more intimate with each other than what was typical of a Captain and subordinate. He didn’t know how to feel about that quite yet.
Your relationship wasn’t…a spoken one. It was clear he cared for you, and in moments alone he was more willing to voice his affection. But neither of you really cared to label it.
Everyone who knew him could tell you had a relationship with the man, even if he was loathe to admit how obvious his feelings could be at times–Bepo especially liked to point out that he was terrible at hiding the way you stole his attention whenever you walked into the room. The bond you shared wasn’t ignored, rather it was just never drawn attention to. It simply…was.
That being said, this was the first time he’d seen you in any of his clothes. And after glancing down at how the old yellow thing sporting his Jolly Roger fit your frame, he made the quick decision that whatever the crew had to tease him about was worth the sight.
He sees you frown, then turn to face him fully. “I can find something else to wear-”
“No.” He says, catching you off guard with his insistence. He hadn’t meant to cut you off so abruptly, but he didn’t want you getting the wrong idea. “I don’t mind.”
“…are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Ok.” You shrug, unsure why he was still staring at it on you, if he really was ok with you having worn it. You shrug, taking a step away. “I’d better go help the others with maintenance, though. We can’t have the condenser giving up on us in these cold temperatures.”
He nods, and you leave him in the hallway, missing the way his eyes raked over you from behind. Maybe he’d give you that hoodie to keep. It had been so long since he’d last put it on, anyway. Besides, it suited you much better, in his opinion…
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The second time he saw you wearing that yellow hoodie, it’s buried under a mass of blankets on the bed you shared with each other. You’re sleeping, at peace, and snuggled adorably into the fabric. The collar is pulled up to your face, as if the scent of it was a calming balm. He knew that day had been hard for you. It was for them all. Announcing that he’d be leaving them, to rendezvous on Zou several months from now, wasn’t easy.
When he returns from his duties as Captain to find you in this state, he knows it’s a moment he needs to slow down and appreciate it. It would be a long time before he saw you again. Possibly the last time, if things went how he feared they would.
Law was careful not to wake you as he sat on the bed beside your sleeping figure. His gaze lazily wandered the way you curled into yourself, wrapped in his clothes and his scent. Beautiful. Heart-wrenching. Come morning, he’d have to part from you. And the possibility of never seeing you again…hurt.
He gingerly reached down, stroking your cheek. You didn’t stir, as he’d hoped you wouldn’t, before leaning down to kiss the top of your forehead.
“I will come back to you…however I can.” He whispered to himself, knowing that may be a promise he was destined to break.
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That damned hoodie is the first thing he notices when the crew pops out from the bushes of Zou’s thick forest. He’s never been happier to see it in all his life.
After Bepo nearly throws him off his feet in the–literal–bear hug he crushes him in, he’s released to greet the rest of the crew. He’s relieved to see every one of them, but he can’t help but glance in your direction multiple times as he accepts the ‘welcome back’s and 'we’re glad to see you’s his crew offers. You hold back for the others to have their moment, until you’re the last of the bunch to approach.
“Law.” You say, not needing to say anything more. He knows you’re relieved. Can see it in the way you look at him. Your eyes held such innocent wonder at the sight of him. Beautiful.
“Y/N.” The hug he gives you is surprising. You hadn’t anticipated such a public display of affection from him, especially so openly in front of the crew. You feel more than hear the deep and steadying breath he makes as he gives you a small squeeze. As if your scent was a comfort, the thing holding his feet to the ground and the reason he had made it all the way back to you. Perhaps it was. You couldn’t guess.
“I’m glad you’re back.” You say into his shoulder.
“Glad to be back.” He mutters, and finally pulls away to look at you. His smile is amused as he glances down at the hoodie. “Still stealing my clothes, I see.”
“I rarely took it off.” You admit with a shrug, your own smile beginning to lift the corners of your mouth. “There’ve been many lonely nights. Some nightmares. It…helped.”
Law nods without a word, relishing the sight of you in his clothing once more. He would have spent more time just enjoying your company for this reunion, but they currently had an audience.
“There won’t be any more of those, now that I’m back.” He whispered, just loud enough for you to hear, a sultry promise behind his words. When he steps away, he addresses the entire crew. “There’s a lot to catch up on, but maybe you can start by telling me what the hell happened here.”
Shachi shook his head with a long sigh. “Oh, have we got a story for you…”
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The journey to Wano, territory of the strongest known creature in the world, was still at least several days. It gave you plenty of opportunity to catch up on your time apart. A fact both of you were more than happy about.
By now, Law had long decided that the yellow hoodie was no longer his. The only person to regularly wear it was you, and he far preferred the sight of you in it than himself. Still, the fact that it had his Jolly Roger on it, making it permanently his in some way or another, tended to…stir things in him, he had to admit.
There was little reason to leave the comfort and intimacy that his personal quarters provided. After the uncertainty of Dressrosa, and the whirlwind revelations on Zou, spending the intermittent hours getting reacquainted with each other’s bodies was a vacation in of itself. Exploring the expanse of your skin was a luxury he’d been determined to experienced once more. It was a blessing he wouldn’t squander.
You’re left in nothing but his hoodie after your latest round of sex, relaxing beside him amidst the comforter and sheets. You stopped keeping count after the third time. What time even was it? Afternoon? Evening at least? You weren’t sure, and being so deep underwater meant it was impossible to tell by looking out the porthole.
The bed is a mess, but you’re too sated to care about anything other than the man beside you. You hum as his hand caresses the top of your thigh, back and forth trailing his fingers with a thoughtful expression. It’s the most peaceful you’ve ever seen him.
“Something on your mind?”
“Mmm…” He hummed, shifting a little on his side. His thoughtful expression never shifted. “Too much.”
“In a good or bad way?”
His head shakes slowly, finally lifting his eyes to look at you. “Neither. Both. I’m not sure.”
You wait, sensing that he has more to say, giving him time to figure out what. Your patience is soon rewarded.
“Too many variables. Too many uncertainties. I…hadn’t expected to get this far.” He admits quietly, trusting you with such a secret. The rest of the crew would be scandalized to hear it. “But I’m glad I did. Just…unsure where to go from here.”
“There’s still several days to Wano, Law.” You say, reaching out to trail a finger along his scruffy jaw. You know him well enough by now to realize his focus had already turned its attention to the future conflict. “Whatever you’re overthinking, it can wait for when we land and get an idea of what we’re really up against.”
“Easier said than done.” He admits with a sigh.
“Well,” You tilt your head, a smile sliding back on your face as you trail your fingers lower down his neck, “I know what we can distract ourselves with until we get there…”
“Hmm, you’re insatiable, Y/N.” Law chuckles, and you’re happy to hear such a sound.
“You can’t blame me. I missed you while you were gone. I don’t think today has been nearly enough by way of catching up.” Your hand trails lower, and lower still, until he catches your wrist before you can venture lower towards your main goal.
“You know…I’ve been doing most of the work here.” He says with a raise of his brow and his typical grin. “I won’t complain about your eagerness, but my endurance isn’t unlimited.”
You can’t help but pout. Sure, you’d enjoyed his body several times already now, but you really just couldn’t get enough of him now that you had him all to yourself for the first time in a long time.
“None of that, now.” He says, reaching up to lift your chin to look at him more directly. “Like you said, we have several more days to Wano. Plenty of time to have you plenty of times.” He insists.
You can’t help but rub your thighs together. You’re already bothered and hot. This wasn’t fair. “But Law-”
“I can make you cum on my hand.” He offers in a whisper, head leaning forward to whisper in your ear. You gasp as his hand reaches down to trail your leg up towards your throbbing cunt. “Or you can ride me yourself if you really need my cock so badly. Otherwise, I can ravish you some more tomorrow. You’re choice…”
You bite your lip, knowing he was teasing you with that tone of voice. The promise of his fingers slipping deep inside of you was indeed appealing, but you needed his cock. More than anything else, in that moment, you needed to feel him buried inside of you in a way his fingers just couldn’t match.
“Fine.”
You see the slight surprise flickering across his expression as you shift your weight, slinging one leg across his body and moving to straddle his waist. He’s forced onto his back at the same time, hands resting on your hips to keep you steady.
“I guess you can just sit back and let me do the rest then…” You say, leaning down to places a trail of kisses on his chest.
“Won’t refuse that offer.” He mutters. He’s amused and incredibly curious to see you hadn’t even removed the hoodie. “You have my undivided attention.”
“Good, wouldn’t want that mind of yours to wander anywhere it shouldn’t be going.” You say in between kisses, which have turned north.
Your tongue swirls a nipple on its way, at the same time grinding your hips down onto your Captain’s lap. Law grunts as your slick pussy slides along his semi-erect cock, the friction hot and welcome. The sound is music to your ears.
Your lips continue on their path, nipping and tasting skin as you finally suck a spot on his neck. You can tell he’s enjoying the attention as much as you are giving it to him. It’s not typical that he lets you be in charge. It’s a rare opportunity you intend to savor to the fullest.
“Still so wet, aren’t you?” He breathes out, breath hitching when you grind down twice more on his cock. As if he’s trying to keep composure despite it all, but failing miserably. “Are you that desperate for me, Y/N?”
“More than you know…” You grin, gently scraping your teeth on his neck as your hips rock one last time over his hard member. It hadn’t taken long to get him back to full mast.
As much as you want to tease him like he’s doing to you, your cunt was aching something terrible. Enough. It’s with a change in the angle of your thrust, and a gasp from your lips, that you knock his cocked in your cunt and slide until he’s all the way buried inside of you.
“Yes…”
Law groans as he fills your wetness once more, fingers on your hips tightening. It never gets old, he could fuck you a thousand times over and still desire more. Your mouth is open in a quiet moan as you roll your hips, rutting down onto him so he can hit you as deep as he can go. Oh, so good…
You waste no time in setting a fast pace, allowing the lubrication from your previous orgasms to make things easy. Your overstimulated inner nerves spark again, and again, as his cock rubs against them. The hoodie’s fabric brushes your perk nipples with the perfect amount of friction.
Law’s quarters are filled once more with the litany of groans and breathy gasps as you ride him, seeking what might have been your 5th orgasm of the day. The bed rocks against the wall, and if it had been any older, would have creaked something fierce with every jerk of your hips.
Your Captain watches your union with fascination, eyes riveted on where he disappears into your body over and over again. The lust behind those eyes is…exhilarating. You feel powerful, to have a man like Law–dangerous, powerful, intelligent, and sexy–beneath you, looking at you in such a way.
You also notice the glances up at the hoodie, staring at his own Jolly Roger looking back at him. He’s uncharacteristically quiet, too. For once, he lacks any teasing words.
The change in dynamics has given you this temporary boost in hubris. Enough so that when he leans up to shift positions, perhaps roll you both so he can take over as he always does or even remove the last bit of clothing you wore, you shove him back down to the bed with a firm hand to his chest. His eyes widen in surprise.
“You’ll be a good boy and enjoy the show, won’t you?” The words coming from your mouth shock even you, but this power high is giving you so much courage, you can’t be stopped. “Don’t move.”
“Y/N.” He breathes out in a moan, so caught off guard by this unexpected dominance in his partner–and the more unexpected part, how much he liked seeing you taking control–that he willingly lays back down on the bed and lets you fuck him as you please. He’s suddenly all the closer to finding release. Where had this spike of arousal come from? “Fuck…”
He’s so turned on, you surmise, hips still bouncing a furious and delicious pace that has you both panting from pleasure. “Like seeing me take what I want?”
He’s overwhelmed, eyes glancing back down at your joining so he doesn’t have to look at you. Oh, what a mistake. Because in the next instant, you’re reaching down and grabbing his chin, forcing him to look at you
“Look at me. Only at me.” You beg breathlessly, knowing you were so close now. You weren’t going to last long to begin with, but whatever this dominance was had your blood singing and was making things 10 times hotter than you’d expected. “Want you to watch when I cum on your cock.”
The groan that escapes him is debauched, ragged. You’ve never heard such a thing from the Captain, but it’s just enough to send your pace into a frantic mess of thrusts on his lap. You’re desperate to cum, to squeeze his thick cock and drag him right along with you. To feel him fill you again as you leak all over him-
“Fuck, Y/N-!” He grunts, catching you off guard.
You’re shocked when you feel his fingers dig into your skin, his thighs tensing. Law’s head falls to the pillow as he cums much sooner than you’d expected. His hot seed fills you, the sensation being what drags you over that final hurtle to your own orgasm.
Your inner muscles tense and pulse as you spend what little energy you have left. When that’s gone, you slump forward onto his heaving chest, struggling to breathe after all the exertion and energy had gone into riding his cock. His hoodie feels incredibly hot, now. You were a sweating mess underneath.
It’s a long time of laying together before you’re able to breathe properly again. Even longer before you find any sort of words to fill the silence that permeates the cabin.
“I…don’t know where that came from.” You admit with a small smile.
Law is too tired to respond, but the gratitude and lingering shock in his eyes is enough to tell you what he couldn’t say now. This definitely needed to be repeated, but damn him if he knew this would turn him on as much as it did.
He was a goner from here on out.
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