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Law startles when she rounds the corner of the building, happy that she wasn’t grabbing the packet of cigarettes out of her purse just yet. Sure enough she would have gotten into trouble, and she doesn’t need that with her pristine record. A teacher is lounging on one of the stairs, phone in hand and her heart quickens because of who he is.
Law’s only seen him before talking with Kid and Luffy, but she’s never tried her luck in speaking with him. Though if she’s being honest, she desperately has always wanted to. The coach is simply laid back and nonchalant, and it’d be so, so easy to kneel between his legs, concrete be damned.
Just as Law is about to turn and back away, the sound of her heels must have caught his attention. Fire red hair swishes with the wind as he looks up, and goddamn what a handsome face. Coach Shanks is the perfect build and height. He doesn’t tower above her like her favorite teacher does, but in passing, Shanks’ presence is still overwhelming.
“What’re you doing kid, aren’t you supposed to be in class?”
God, what a voice. Law recognizes it as the one from Doflamingo’s classroom, and if she knew who it belonged to then maybe she could have had them both. But she pushed it with Doflamingo, he hasn’t been able to look her in the eyes without flushing and stuttering away from her. While amusing, she doesn’t tease him for it.
“Sorry,” Law murmurs, “I didn’t think anyone would be out here. I had a free period so I wanted some fresh air.”
And a smoke, but she can’t say that. Shanks rises from where he’s sitting, and all those muscles uncurl and extend. He looks much bigger up close then from a distance. The kind of weight that would settle on top of Law, get her aching in all the right places.
“I’ve seen you before.”
Law refrains from making a sarcastic comment that they are at the same school, of course they’ve seen each other. But something about the way he says it makes her curious. Shanks is already snapping his fingers, nodding his head.
“I remember, you’re in Mr. Donquixote’s class.”
“Yes sir I am.”
“An honor student, hm. I think it was last Friday when I saw you talking to him.”
Law doesn’t stiffen up, but her heart does quicken. That was when Law decided it’d be the perfect time to seduce her teacher, her hormones were going haywire that day, and it felt like any touch from someone would set her off.
“Uh yeah, I was asking for help.” Law replies lamely, not knowing what to say or where this could be going.
“Is that right.”
Something in Shanks voice makes Law pause, because there’s no way in hell he could know unless Doflamingo told him. But Doflamingo looked guilty at best, Law’s sure he wouldn’t let it slip that he fucked one of his top students.
“Mhm,” Law hums, “anyways, I’ll get going now.”
Law shifts around Shanks, taking only one step before he’s speaking again.
“Interesting perfume,” Shanks muses, and Law’s blood runs cold, “what is that? Chanel?”
Law swallows, “yes sir.”
“No need to be so formal Law,” and Law swears she didn’t tell him her name, “I’m not a proper man like Doflamingo.”
There it is. Where Doflamingo tried to stray, Law is met with a blatant challenge now. She’s never been propositioned by someone older than her. It’s always been students in higher grades, or her own, that she’s wooed into bed. Here Shanks is acting as if he’s not one of the top coaches in their school.
“The smell lingers, did you know that?”
Law bites her lip as she looks over her shoulder.
“What are you saying?”
Shanks seems closer than he did before, and she knows the heat that’s lining her skin has nothing to do with the sun beating down.
“I’m saying you should be more careful,” Shanks replies, “I thought nothing of it seeing you walk into your teachers class, but I found it odd when I came to Doflamingo and you weren’t in sight.”
Shanks does close the distance between them, and Law’s heart is beating fast enough to make her dizzy.
“Imagine my surprise, a man like Doflamingo doesn’t lie, and I’ve known him for years so I caught on,” Shanks muses, “what did he do? Hide you under his desk.”
“Coach, I think you have me mistaken.” Law doesn’t know why she sounds breathy, but there’s something about the way Shanks is staring down at her that makes her squirm.
“No need to be so coy, I hear locker room talk all the time,” Shanks says, “you wouldn’t believe how much little boys talk about their flings.”
Sure, Law doesn’t mind that the kids here talk, that’s not even the problem. Law likes getting fucked, and she’s never felt any shame about it. It’s just the way Shanks phrases it, calling her a slut without doing so, intentionally humiliating her. Law’s clit throbs because of it, turning her body so that she’s facing him properly.
“You seem to have me all figured out,” Law taunts, “so what are you going to do about it.”
“There’s a storage closet right around the corner.” Shanks points out, and this is better than she could have imagined.
Law only turns on her heels, taking quick strides to the double doors on the other side of the wall. One of them clicks open easily, and before she can think twice, Shanks is shoving her inside.
“Eager now, aren’t we?” Law muses.
Shanks molds himself against her, and she swallows down a moan feeling his bulge on her lower back.
“I don’t like to waste time.”
Shanks starts walking them forward after locking the door, and Law’s hands land on the sports mats in front of her. She slips to her elbows, arching her back as she looks over her shoulder. The small windows give a good amount of light, enough to see that dark look in Shanks eyes, see the way he licks his lips before he’s dropping to his knees. Law’s skirt is flipped to her back, and Shanks really doesn’t waste any time, he has her panties at her ankles in only a matter of seconds. Law’s head drops to her forearm when Shanks spreads her apart, throbbing because of the whistle he lets out in return.
“I can see why all the little boys rave about you,” Shanks praises, “look at this pretty cunt.”
Law whines when Shanks licks between her folds.
“Just as sweet as ever,” Shanks rasps, “I’m going to enjoy this.”
The words are slow to catch up in her mind, only hearing what Shanks says a second afterward and he’s already delving into her pussy. His tongue slithers in deep, twirling around her walls and Law’s eyes are rolling. Her mouth drops open when he starts fucking her with it, making these insanely sexy grunts as he does so. Rough thumbs come up to spread her apart, slurping to her clit and flicking his tongue around it in sloppy circles.
Law’s hips move in time with it, shuddering with every pass, every suction of Shanks lips on her. She didn’t expect to get fucked today, but by god she’s not regretting it. Shanks has the mouth of a god, knowing exactly how to use tongue and teeth to get her teetering to the edge.
“Oh coach,” Law breathes, “that feels so good.”
Shanks let’s out a grunt, one of his thumbs gone away and Law is graced with the harsh slap of a palm stinging her ass. Law’s knees wobble, trying to contain her moan, but then Shanks is slapping the other cheek. Both hands curling into the burn, nails scratching while spreading her apart. Shanks licks up to her ass, spitting on her rim and groaning when he pushes his tongue inside. Law cries at the intrusion, clenching up.
“N-not there sir,” Law’s cheeks heat, “fuck coach.”
It’s not the first time Law’s done anal, but she gets off on how Shanks works harder for it. As if Law could be some type of virgin and he’s taking it for the first time. Law’s cunt drips at the thought, asshole pulsating right along with it.
“Can’t take it anymore,” Law murmurs, face already sweaty, sticking hair to her forehead, “need you inside of me.”
Shanks gasps as he pulls away for air, surprising Law by flipping her over. A hand splays on the middle of her back to guide her up the mats, and Law places her heels between them for balance. Shanks looks lethal, his lips and chin are glistening with her arousal, shoving the front of his track pants down. Law whines seeing the way his cock juts out, not as thick as Doflamingo, but still long and uncut.
“Pretty girl, you like what you see?” Shanks asks, gripping his cock to stroke it teasingly.
“Yes coach.”
“Damn how that sounds coming from you.” Shanks sighs.
Law doesn’t respond because she ends up gasping, the bottom of her shirt being raised up to reveal her breasts.
“Naughty girl,” Shanks purrs, “you make it easy to get fucked, I like that.”
Shanks flips her skirt up again, guiding himself to her entrance and as soon as he slips in, Law’s eyes are rolling. Her moan is just as happy as ever, content with being filled. Shanks groans because of how her cunt swallows him up, sucking him in with greedy walls. Law slips a hand down, feeling how she’s stretched around him, Shanks still bottoming out until his pelvis meets her fingers.
Law feels him in deep, stuffed up and satiated. It’s always the best sensation, mind blowing having a dick in her cunt. It’s even better that it’s attached to someone older, someone with much more experience. Law’s eyes flutter open, meeting Shanks lidded ones.
“Does it feel good enough?”
Shanks visibly grits his teeth at the question, holding Law’s waist in place by shoving it onto the mat.
“It’s amazing.” Shanks damn near says through his teeth.
He’s already pulling back, grunting as he slams in. The force of it has Law’s breath hitching, whining at the rough pace he has set up. Shanks fucks Law long and deep, grinding in at a quick pace that leaves her breathless. Every smack of his hips has her choking on moans, whimpers falling out of her mouth.
“You take it good baby,” Shanks rasps, “I can see why Doflamingo tried you out.”
At the sound of her teachers name, Law grows impossibly tight. Remembering how it felt hearing him moan for her, fuck desperately into her. Shanks is driving just as wildly, and if it wasn’t for the hold he had on her waist, she definitely would’ve been fucked up the mats.
“God, I love young pussy, you’re just sucking me in.”
Law’s whine is lewd as hell hearing Shanks say that, like she isn’t the first student he’s been with like this. Shanks stares between them, watching how his cock sinks into her, licking his lips at the sight. Feverish brown eyes work their way up her body, stopping where her little breasts are bouncing with each thrust. Shanks laughs under his breath for some reason, slamming in balls deep and pausing, ripping a cry out of Law.
“Stay just like that.”
It’s not as if Law can move anyways, but she nods. The sound of rustling has her blinking blurry eyes open, looking at Shanks just as the view of his phone is being pinned on her. Law knows he can feel the way she starts pulsating, already imagining how he’d look spread out in his bed, watching him work over a student.
“Picture or video,” Shanks hums, driving his hips back, “I think I’ll do both.”
Law has no idea what she looks like, but she knows it can’t be anything innocent. Shanks starts back up with driving into her, hips angled and brushing over tingling nerves. A light flashes and Law only flinches because of the shock of it, it quickly dwindles away when she looks straight at the camera, moaning at how Shanks stares down at her.
“Fuck he’s going to love seeing this.”
The light travels to where they’re connected, Shanks recording how he’s drilling into her, leaving Law speechless. She’s soaking wet and dripping on his cock, the noises obscene. A thumb presses on her clit and Law’s back arches, pleasure shooting up her spine. Shanks rubs in fast circles, leaving her tensing and clenching around his cock. Law’s hands fumble on the mat, a strange sensation pooling in her stomach, traveling down to her cunt.
Shanks fucks right on her g spot and she swears stars flash before her eyes, clenching him in a vice like grip. It feels so damn weird, like he’s trying to rip her orgasm out of her. His thumb never stops, hips rocking in faster and Law’s squealing and grappling at his wrist.
“Sh-Shanks,” Law whines, “coach, coach wait that f-feels weird.”
Shanks shushes her softly, “it’s okay baby, just lay down and relax. It’ll be over soon.”
Law can’t fucking relax, she’s strung up, entire body tensing. It’s the exact sensation she felt when Doflamingo had her immobilized, bouncing her on his fat cock. Shanks isn’t being as nice though, he starts pushing his dick in faster, driving in at an angle that has Law seeing stars. Law’s back arches on the mats, clenching and once she releases it all comes squirting out of her. Streams of liquid that have Shanks humming in delight.
“There we go baby girl,” Shanks purrs, never stopping his pace, “make a mess all over me. Is this how you did it with your teacher? I bet you left his cock dripping with squirt.”
Law’s head thrashes from side to side, sobbing out some semblance of Shanks’ name that only goads him on. Law’s shivering in ways she never has before, somehow still squirting with every circle of Shanks thumb on her clit, each slam of his hips. Law feels numb to it all, lost in the sensation of being pleasured way passed her limits. Her orgasm being brought along by the overwhelming ministrations. It leaves Law breathless, eyes stuck in the back of her head, cunt squeezing Shanks’ cock.
“Pretty girl.”
Law hears it above the static in her ears. Shanks moves his thumb away but Law can’t even take a deep breath in because of him still pounding her pussy. Shanks grips her cheeks, angling her head to one side and then the other, almost like an examination. Her cheeks flush in humiliation, even more so when she realizes the flash is still on.
“Open those pretty eyes little one, show me how good adult cock feels.”
For once in Law’s life she has some shame, but she can’t bring herself to disobey Shanks. Her eyelashes flutter, matted with tears, blinking through the blur and brightness of the camera. Shanks’ grin looks absolutely wild, an unhinged gaze that proves he loves breaking people down. Shanks pats Law’s cheek in what she can only assume to be appreciation.
Even still, he’s gorgeous. Sweating because of the afternoon sun and the too hot closet, fucking Law as if she’s a blowup doll. Law wants to call it quits, she has it in her to do so, but then Shanks somehow shifts his rhythm. Slow and deep thrusts that make her toes curl. Law’s whine is lewd, clawing at the mats in pure bliss. Law’s eyes rolling when he bumps against sensitive nerves, and keeps it so he does it over and over and over again until she’s a trembling mess.
“Is that your good spot baby?” Shanks coos, all gleaming teeth and wicked eyes.
Law looks straight into the camera, uncaring that her mouth is hanging slack and that she’s drooling all over herself. She’s upset to admit that it almost feels better getting fucked by Shanks than Doflamingo. Judging by Shanks’ attitude, Law’s sure he’s realizing that also.
“Clench up honey, show him how tight you are for me.”
It’s an easy order for Law to follow considering how fucking oversensitive she is, but she does it anyways. Clenching her walls every time Shanks is pulling out, and the groan he does because of it has her tensing on its own.
“Shit, what a sight you are.”
Shanks pulls out entirely, and Law fucking hates it. She whines at the loss, embarrassed when he angles the camera down to show it how much she’s leaking, how gaped she is.
“You see Doflamingo,” Law pulsates hearing her favorite teachers name, “look at how much she wants it, did you get to have her like this?”
Three large fingers stuff up her cunt and Law mewls, throbbing when he starts twisting them, shoving the digits in and out at a quick pace.
“Squirting on your cock, or is that just me?” Shanks looks up at her, and Law’s heart quickens in her chest at the dark expression, “you only squirt for daddy, isn’t that right princess?”
Law chokes on a moan when she’s empty, nodding without thinking. All she cares about is being full to the brim, that she doesn’t even realize she’s agreeing to what Shanks is saying. Law’s mouth is hanging open, ready to go back on her words because she was close. So close to squirting all over her favorite teacher, but Shanks grins like the devil himself.
“That’s right darling, and I’m not even close to being done with you.”
The flash suddenly cuts off, and Law doesn’t have time to blink her eyes in awareness because Shanks starts slamming away. If Law thought it to be brutal before then she was sorely mistaken. Shanks drops to his elbows, staring intently at her while his hips start smacking into the backs of her thighs, big balls slapping on her ass.
“Nasty slut,” Shanks pants, “just fucking taking it. Fuck, it feels good.”
All that composure Shanks held recording her is now gone. He’s a shivering mess, animalistic thrusts as if he can’t get fucking deep enough. Law throws her arms over his shoulders, staring at him with lidded eyes, trying to rock down and meet his thrusts.
“Like that,” Shanks moans, “fuck yourself on my dick, make it nasty baby.”
Holy fucking hell does this man know how to dirty talk. Law’s cheeks flame up because of the words, working her hips down faster, clit tingling every time she’s full to the brim. Shanks grows larger inside of her and Law’s moan is drunken, head swimming in ecstasy being stretched out. A knee presses on the mat, and Law chokes on spit when she’s driven up high enough that Shanks can follow.
Strong arms shift under her knees, leaving them close to worn leather, the angle reaching deeper. Law’s eyes roll, unable to help her scream, that tingle rushing out of her in gushing waves. It stains her own belly, dripping to her breast, and Shanks surprises Law by lapping around her nipple.
“Fuck!” Law sobs, hands scrambling to Shanks hair when he bites and tugs on it.
Law’s pussy spasms because of the pain, trying to thrash away to no avail. Shanks drops his weight, lavishing Law’s breasts with bruises and bites. Law can only hang onto him, cry towards the ceiling, not knowing if she loves or hates how overwhelmed she is.
“Oh baby girl,” Shanks rasps, “you taste so good.”
Shanks looks up towards her and Law’s breath hitches at his expression, something so broken yet primal. The heat swirling in her stomach shoots straight down to her swollen clit, overused pussy clenching tight.
“Can I breed you?” Said so sweetly, as if she’s just a selection in a stock.
Law adores it, nods her head happily, wishing she could spread her legs more but Shanks groans and shoves them up. Damn near folds her in half to press her weight into the mats. His thick cock pummeling Law like she’s not good for anything else.
“Oh my god,” Law mumbles, “oh, oh my god.”
Law’s eyes cross, entire body tensing.
“God Shanks, d-don’t stop, please, oh my god.”
“Gotta be quiet baby,” Shanks hisses, as if that’s possible, “somebody’s gonna hear you calling me your god.”
Law couldn’t give one single shit about that. Shanks doesn’t try to slow his movements, he keeps stuffing his fat dick in Law’s hole as if it’s his gods given right, and Law is in heaven. Voicing her pleasure for a man that’s giving her more than she could ever dream of seems like the only right thing to do. Law falls over edge solely because of Shanks recklessly fucking her in some old storage closet.
The only thing quieting her scream is Shanks’ mouth suddenly sealing over hers. Law’s mewl is just as loud, nails clawing at Shanks scalp as he fucks her through it, making out with her while doing so. Shanks groans when she convulses, walls squeezing, practically begging for his come. To go through this with her, have her experience euphoria all over again.
Shanks’ hips stutter, and Law gasps against his lips when he slams in deep. At the first sign of warmth Law goes completely slack, body twitching at the experience. Shanks licks deep in her mouth, but Law is numb to it all. She can’t do anything except keep her mouth open in receiving, milking Shanks of all his come. And it’s so fucking good being nothing but a hole, having seed flood into her spurt after spurt.
Shanks hums as he pulls away from her, staying buried deep, licking down her chin to her throat. A strong hand angles her head up and she goes without hesitation, not even caring that he’s mouthing sloppily at her throat. Slick lips going straight for her pulsing point, and Law’s eyes roll when Shanks starts biting and sucking, clearly leaving a hickie. It’s the first ever that will be seen out in public, and for some damn reason that makes her want to go another round.
Law wants to lay here and do nothing but be stuffed with load after load, have Shanks leaving bruises all over her body. Unlucky for her, Shanks sighs and pulls away, yet looks down to admire his handiwork before moving his hand. It slides down her throat to her chest, calloused palm rubbing over her breast. Law squirms, a tiny moan bubbling out of her.
“Can’t believe the best pussy I got was from a teenager.” Shanks doesn’t say it with repulsion, he says it in wonder, and Law fucking preens.
“I tend to have that effect.” Law’s voice is husky, damn near fucked up if she were being honest with herself.
Shanks’ laugh isn’t one of disbelief, it’s honest and genuine. He pushes off his elbows, and Law sighs at the ache in her muscles, legs falling haphazardly to the mats. She’s got no idea how in the hell she’s going to finish the day even if it is only one more class. She doesn’t want to think about the fact that it’s Doflamingo’s, and he’s definitely going to know she got fucked. She actually has no idea how the hell something so intense only lasted fifteen minutes, the bell hasn’t even rung. A goddamn quickie, Law wants to scoff. She can only imagine what a madman Shanks is in bed.
“I can only imagine baby.” Shanks runs a hand through his messy hair, looking to where they’re connected.
He licks his lips and Law swears she sees him twitch, as if nothing would make him happier than cleaning her sloppy cunt.
“I hope that means you’ll fuck me again.” Law doesn’t need to bat her eyelashes, no coy act, she means that deathly serious.
Shanks huffs under his breath reaching for something beside them. Law’s breath catches because of Shanks’ phone lighting up his screen. She expected another time in this same place, but he’s casually looking down on her- softening up in her cunt.
“Number?” Shanks raises an expectant eyebrow.
Law’s given her number out more times than she can count, but she almost stutters her way through the numbers with Shanks. All he does is hum afterwards, placing it right beside her. Rough hands stroke up and down her weak thighs.
“You don’t mind if I send it to him?” Shanks asks, and Law hates that her pussy flutters just thinking about it.
Her cheeks flare with heat, happy that it’s dimly lit in here that Shanks hopefully won’t be able to notice.
“Nuh uh.”
“That’s my good girl,” Shanks pats her thighs, and Law flushes for different reasons entirely, “deep breath now. Don’t you dare let a drop go to waste.”
“Yes sir.” The words float out of Law like a second skin.
Shanks claimed to not be a proper man, but she can see the way his eyes light up, a sudden spark glowing in them. He’s slow in pulling out, watching as he does so. She hates how fucking empty she is once he’s gone, but she clenches as best as she can, hoping and praying nothing floods out of her. Shanks is quick in righting her panties like he’s having the same exact thought. She lifts her hips for him, even if that’s a struggle in and of itself, and when they’re set back in place, he smooths her skirt down.
Not her shirt. Shanks stares thoughtfully at her titties, and Law allows him to. Not really wanting the moment to end, but when he sighs in defeat, she knows that it is. Law raises on shaky elbows, almost buckling back down into the mats. Law can hardly move, so sore in all the right places.
“Poor little thing,” Shanks laughs, gripping her arm and easily hauling her up, “everyone’s gonna know you were tryna get yourself pregnant.”
Shanks drags a thumb across her bottom lip and Law sags in his hold, whimpering in frustration.
“Don’t talk like that,” Law huffs, pushing away and her knees almost buckle, “it’s just a tease, can’t stand it.”
Shanks’ grip tightens, his forefinger forcing her chin up, thumb nestled right over her mouth to keep it closed. How the fucking hell is Law supposed to walk away from this unscathed? It’s so damn hot being treated this way. No one has ever had Law wrapped around their finger like this, and of course it would be with someone as taboo as her school coach.
“I’ve seen that fancy little car you drive. When you get home, don’t clean yourself. You wear the same exact panties you are now, and wait for me to text you.”
It’s the dirtiest implication if Law’s ever heard one. She nods her head eagerly, already feeling the telling wetness on her panties. Shanks nods only once before moving his hand away, tucking himself back into his track pants.
“I’d suggest you wait here until you hear the bell ring.” Shanks says with a smirk.
That smug fucking bastard, Law all but drops her jaw when he casually turns around and strolls away, hand on the door.
“Oh, by the way,” Shanks looks over his shoulder, grinning wickedly at her, “don’t be surprised if your teacher is in a sour mood when you get to class.”
Law’s eyes widen just as Shanks opens the door and waltzes out, leaving her with nothing but his mouthwatering cackle and an aching cunt to follow.