Straw Hat Festival

It’s not the first time you and the redhead have crossed looks; in fact, every time you do, it gets harder to look away. You won’t lie; Shanks is quite an attractive man. Handsome, powerful, a yonkou..., but you can’t allow yourself to get distracted by this. He’s a pirate at the end of the day; you are too, and know his type. You won’t compromise your morals and values for any dick... no matter how good, or big, or experienced or, or ...

Yeah, you aren’t that strong, and to be honest, you can’t really blame yourself. Not when he approached and you tried to ignore him and failed at it, not when he flirted with you and your body immediately betrayed you, not when he was sucking on your tongue, and certainly not when he’s eating you out in a cheap motel on the outskirts of the island.

To be honest, anyone could see this coming. You tried to convince yourself that you didn’t want the redhead pirate, but the long, lonely nights have taken a toll on you, and the lack of decent men isn’t helping either, so you bargain with your brain. This will only be a one-night stand. Easy enough.

Shanks doesn’t seem to mind, as long as he gets to have a taste of your body, why should he care? He sees you once in a blue moon, and you are both adults who can establish a mutually beneficial sexual relationship, right? right?

Sucking Shank’s off is something you truly believe everyone should do at least once in their life. The pleasure in the sounds he makes, the bliss on his face, the feeling of him in your mouth is truly something one cannot describe; one must see it for themselves.

“Fuck, gorgeous. How are you so good at this?” He looks you in the eyes with a cheeky smile. He strokes your face before running his thumb over your bottom lip, “mmm, you take me so well.”

Your lips are open to their capacity, your jaw is screaming for relief, but you won’t allow yourself to back out. What you can’t handle, you massage with your hand, and that seems to satisfy him. Every time you gag, he lets out even more delicious sounds that only motivate you to keep going.

“You are such a good girl, sucking my cock so good.” He groans after your tongue caresses a specific point in his length, “I don’t know how I will go on after having a taste of that sweet mouth.”

His words go straight to your core, making it clench. You moan around him, taking it further down your throat. For some reason, you feel like trying even harder to please him.

Shanks sighs, amused by your dedication. He grabs your hair and runs his fingers through your scalp, “mm, I love your mouth.”

Groans and gags fill the room, making you dizzy. One of your hands leaves his body and goes down on you; you are desperate for any kind of stimulation. Your fingers spread your wetness around and finally fucking yourself for any sort of relief.

He straightens up to get a better look, once he realizes what you are doing, “poor little thing, I’ve neglected you, haven’t I?” A wet “pop” sounds when he pulls himself out of your mouth; you whimper, wanting him back, but he’s got other plans.

“Come up here, baby. It’s my turn to serve you.” You get up and sit on the bed, going to kiss him, but he stops you, “I want you to sit on my face.” He lies down.

Your cheeks get so impossibly flushed they hurt. No one had offered that before, and you aren’t sure who to do it, so you hesitate.

“Honey?” He sits up, worried he’s made you uncomfortable or crossed any boundaries.

“Um..., I, uh, I have never...” You can’t look him in the eyes for some reason; you feel like a virgin all over again.

“Oh, you’ve never sat on anyone’s face?” He says it as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“Well..., no.”

“That’s okay. Do you wanna try or do you prefer I eat you out in another position?”

Your entire face hurts now; how can those lewd words come out of him as nothing? “I don’t want to hurt you or suffocate you.”

He smiles, “Do you think I’m that weak?”

“I didn’t say that it’s just...”

“You don’t have to worry about me, baby.” He lays his head against the pillows, looking at you before looking at the ceiling, “I love it when they ride my face.”

Oh.

At first, your attempts at doing so are shy and awkward; you don’t lean down enough, or you immediately jump when you feel his breath against you, but he’s there to reassure you. Shanks kisses your thighs, his nose rubs on your clit, and finally, his tongue strokes your labia.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

You nod, still unsure, but in just a few seconds, he’ll make you change your mind.

He takes, takes, and only takes. Slurping, sucking, eating your entire cunt with no precision or plan, listening to your body, and guiding himself with the way you moan and clench around his tongue. Your hand pulls on his hair, while the other desperately grasps the bedhead. Your hips move on their own, chasing his mouth, riding his tongue like he wanted you to.

“Shanks...” you cry out his name, eager for whatever he’ll give you.

Your eyes may be closed, but his aren’t. He’s looking right at you, at the expressions you make, at the way your breasts bounce when your hips dance at the tempo of his lapping, and this brings him great pleasure. He can’t believe you’ve never done this before, or better yet, that no one has offered to do this for you, but he can’t help but feel quite honored at being the first.

You lean back, your hands resting on his chest, to get a better look at him. You can see your juices smeared on his face, some blush on his cheeks, and a great lot of satisfaction in his eyes, the scar on his left side never looking sexier. Without realizing how close you are, you are thrown over the edge with a suck on your clit.

You gasp and fall onto his chest. You shake and laugh at this, a bit embarrassed, but his playful smirk comforts you. You are still trying to catch your breath and come back down to earth when he lays you down on the bed.

“Had a good time?” He checks on you.

You simply smile and nod, biting your lip just from the sight of his naked body.

“That’s good. You looked absolutely gorgeous, by the way. Thank you for the meal.” He laughs when you hit him on the chest.

His lips are soon attached to your neck, kissing and biting his way down to your breasts; his hand is welcomed back by your vulva, and his fingers invade your insides, preparing you for him.

He latches onto one of your nipples and makes it his mission to claim it as his, pulling on it and bruising the skin around it, “I want you to remember me when you look at yourself in the mirror,” he whispers in your ear.

His digits moved around, exploring, feeling, wandering until they find it, the spot that’s got you seeing stars. Your nails dig into his shoulder, and he groans at the action, but never lets go of your boobs.

“Shanks!”

“Come on, sweetheart.” He kisses your skin, “Come on, give me another one and I’ll give you what you want.”

His rhythm is relentless, knocking the air out of you, your legs thrash around, and you can barely hear what he’s saying, but just the sound of his voice is enough to stimulate you. It doesn’t take much for him to bring you to another orgasm.

“That’s it, baby. So good, baby, so, so good.” He says as he leaves small kisses on your lips.

Your eyes are closed, seeing small sparks and spots behind your lids, and your lips are dry and desperate for any kind of hydration. Your lungs slowly fill back up, and you can feel the muscles of your labia twitching, but euphoria covers your body, and you’ve never felt better.

And it’s between the bliss and tiredness that you don’t notice him getting in between your legs and pushing the tip of his cock against your entrance.

“I can’t wait any longer, I’ve got to have you,” Shanks says as he thrusts inside of you.

You open your lips in a silent scream, not quite ready for his size, but you aren’t one to give up. When he asks if you’d like him to slow down, you shake your head and kiss him.

He reaches places no one has ever before, his length hitting every nerve and wall in you, his hand grabbing you in just the right way, and his hips push against yours with such force it’s got you grabbing the sheets.

Shanks knows this is only a one-time thing, but he wants, no, he needs to leave a mark on you. He needs to know you’ll fill his absence and crave more of him. Why? He doesn’t understand it himself; he just does. And he plans on following that carnal desire till the very end.

He moves you around different positions, on your side, your hips on top of his thighs, on a mating press, with your knees against your chest. It comes to a point where you can feel absolutely everything he’s giving you, but your brain is filled with cotton.

Three, four, five times maybe you’ve cummed, and your body is on fire, but he isn’t done, he’s chasing his own pleasure now.

“Just a little bit longer, baby.” He says.

“One more, love, just one more.” He repeats.

“I’m so close.” He claims.

His moans grow louder, his hand bites into your skin, bruising it, and his warm essence fills you, spurting out and staining the bed. His breathing is heavy and quick; his hips move more slowly, chasing and prolonging that high.

You sigh and immediately miss him when he pulls out, but you give him a smile when he looks at you.

“I’m not done with you.”

You shudder.