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“Jesus Christ, Law, ” The blond gasps out, grabbing at the woman’s hair as she makes her way down Sanji’s neck, pressing heated open-mouth kisses to the pale skin. A kiss to her mylohyoid, a nip at her Adam’s apple, her lower jugular, down down down as Sanji pushes her head along, encouraging the other woman’s movements with her sounds and hands.
Sanji’s fingers curl into black locks, tugging them this way and that. Law lets her, letting out moans when the tugs become deliciously painful. She bites at the blonde's nipple, tugging at it and the shirt layer between teeth and skin, and relishes in the whine it makes the blonde let out. She tugs it more, rolling the bud and shirt between her teeth, before pulling back, leaving only a spot wet of saliva in her wake.
Law lowers herself further, softly hitting her knees to the carpeted floor as she pulls at Sanji’s left leg, grabbing it from behind her knee and pushing it forward. Sanji stumbles from her standing position, falling with a squeak onto Law’s plush red velvet armchair. Sanji bounces slightly, and before she can right herself Law, still on her knees, pushes the blonde’s legs up and open.
Sanji slumps forward with the movement, her black leather skirt riding high up her thighs, covering nothing. Law can see how wet her black lace panties are - Law’s personal favorites - as she admires the sight before her.
Law moves forward as Sanji starts to catch her breath, biting at the inside of the younger woman’s thighs.
“Nhng, Law!” The blonde squeaks, clamping her strong thighs around Law’s head. The black haired woman chuckles, pushing Sanji’s thighs apart at the knees with a strong push that makes the blonde slide down the chair further. Law’s nose brushes her cunt, caressing where Sanji needs her just so, making the blonde gasp a whine.
Law nudges her nose more against the wet area of Sanji’s panties, then turns slightly to nuzzle the woman’s pelvis, sucking a mark into the skin. Sanji whines. Law had been so close to where she wants her, and she needs the woman to do something. Sanji grinds her hips down, grinding against air while mewling needily. Law laps at the sweat that’s gathered at her groin, licking at her skin and groaning at the taste.
Sanji’s head falls back against the chair back, eyes squeezed tight.
“Please, Law, please.” She pleads, spreading her legs as far as they can separate, making room for the woman between them. Law hums at the request, clearly considering it, then moves slightly closer to Sanji’s cunt, biting at the sensitive skin around there. Sanji bucks again, a whine of protest leaving her lips.
“Law, Law, s’il te plaît. Need it soooo bad, please.” Sanji continues to beg as she ruts her hips up, groin making circular motions to the side of Law’s face.
“Need it, huh?” Law says with lots of snark, smirk on her lips. Sanji frantically nods, choking out a sob of confirmation.
Law raises her head, moving to hover directly over Sanji’s panties. Law sticks out her tongue, using it to lick a stripe up the black lacy material. Sanji shutters, lips trembling as she tries to move her hips against the tongue making her feel so dizzy.
Sanji’s lost in her head to the pleasure the girl between her thighs is bringing her, ditzy and drunk off her tongue. Law pushes her tongue - and, subsequently, the lace pantie too - up into Sanji’s throbbing wet cunt, making the blonde cry out at the texture invading her.
Law pulls her tongue away slightly, searching for the woman’s clit. When she finds it, she swerves the fabric around it, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with her tongue.
“S’good, so good, feels so good, si bon, ne vous arrêtez pas-” Sanji babbles, grinding down against the rough texture on her clit. She didn’t even care about the burn, it makes it feel so much better.
Law sucks at the nub in thanks for Sanji’s praises, gratitude for her moans and cries. Law, uncharacteristically, decides to be merciful to the blonde. She grabs at her panties, pulling herself back from the woman’s groin. Sanji sobs her protest, writhing as the woman holds her down, unable to chase after her tongue. Law pulls Sanji’s panties down, holding them up for Sanji to see how positively wet they are.
Sanji keens as she watches Law suck them into her mouth, staring at the older woman’s lips as she sucks Sanji’s slick off of them.
When Law is finished with the lacy undergarment , she tosses it safely onto the arm of the chair, on display for the world - the two of them - to see. Law then looks up into Sanji’s hazy eyes, the beautiful blue things glossed over with tears, and smiles. Law kisses the inside of Sanji’s knees, then surges forwards, hands moving to the blonde’s hips as she proceeds to devour her.
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Law free up with a very healthy, if not weird, view on sex. Corazon didn’t care for it, but never did the older woman discourage an act made of love. Law’s Aunt Doffy, on the other hand, is very sex-positive and sex reliant. Some could call the woman an addict, and that some would be Law. Never was Doflamingo one to spare anybody - child or not - from the details of her countless escapades. Luckily for Law, most of those are forgotten with time. The main thing that sticks when he thinks of Doffy and sex is how encouraging she had been for Law to sleep around. Reduce stress and live a little, that was her view on it. Sex doesn't mean love, it’s not a commitment.
Law very much follows her aunt’s reasoning. She’s not afraid of her orientation, or of getting herself laid, but love? She’d scoff at you any time of the day.
Hookups are good for one thing and one thing only - quick, no-strings-attached pleasure.
And yes, Law had a reputation to rival her Aunt’s, but she’s still young - freshly 28 and not acting, looking, or feeling a day over 21 when drunk.
So when Law is forced to go to Luffy’s 21st birthday celebration - an invite she only accepted because of free booze - she did expect a hookup, if she was lucky, but not the type she had gotten. Not with her.
Law had rules when it came to hookups. No letting them stay past ten the morning after, get out of their place ASAP, don’t accept breakfast or phone numbers unless you know they feel the same way. Another big one is no feeling, seeing as that’s why Law resorts to hookups in the first place. She knows her type, so any bitch with natural blonde hair and blue eyes are out of the picture. Can’t have too much resemblance to her mother or her aunt, who have apparently shaped her to live up to the ‘your spouse looks like your guardians’ bullshit.
So, no blondes with blue eyes and a caring attitude who also know how to get freaky. Well, Luffy has a friend that very accurately fits the description of the type of girl Law has been trying to avoid. Sanji Krasny.
And Law just had to fuck her.
Now, a one time mistake wouldn’t have been that bad. The sex was good, the blonde knew what she was doing with her tongue, and the morning after was not at all awkward like she had expected. Sanji had done this before.
And when all was said and done, Sanji had left after thanking Law for her time, ever the gentlewoman. Law thought that would be the end of it. Until she kept finding herself somehow getting Sanji back into her bed.
Again. And again, and again.
It isn’t even funny how pathetic Law’s body is for the blonde. Sanji just makes her feel, something nobody else she hooks up with does. And so she carefully reconstructs her rules to fit this casual continuous hookup with Sanji into it. No big deal, Law still doesn’t feel any love for her. She’s fine.
So when she sees Sanji again at one of Doflamingo’s parties, tagging along with her group of friends, Law figures how the night will end. She makes sure to keep an eye on the blonde and, while her friends are either drunk off expensive cocktails or the music of the impromptu dance floor, invites the blonde up to her room in her aunt's giant mansion.
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And now, between Sanji’s beautiful thighs, the blonde spasming on her tongue, Law makes a decision.
She pulls back slightly, breathing onto Sanji’s cunt in a way that makes the blonde shiver.
“Just sit still, amante.” She rasps, eyes flickering to the debauched image of the woman in front of her.
“I’ma care for you.”