#bee smut

You moaned shakily as you felt the walls of your vagina clamp down on the cock currently stuffing you full. It was hard to breathe, the stretch of it on the cusp of too much. Even worse—or better, it really depended on your point of view—the low vibration that caused his dick to constantly jitter inside of you was driving you crazy. Still, the vibration was so weak it barely did anything except work you up with no hint of release.

A dark chuckle made his dick twitch within you and you keened. How long had you been in this position? It felt like ages. You almost regretted asking to do this. Almost. But really, how could you resist? You’re not sure how it came up, but once you found out that Edward could vibrate his own dick you were a goner. You absolutely had to try. Why the Gura Gura no Mi was even capable of doing that was of little concern to you. However, as always, he was worried about hurting you. Although you were taller than average, averages meant nothing to this beast of a man. Edward only agreed to try after you were thoroughly adjusted.

Which brought you to your current position. You were basically a cock warmer for him at this point, something he was greatly enjoying no doubt.

“Doing okay, my dear?” Whitebeard rumbled affectionately from above you.

“Fineeee,” you drawled, sucking down the spit gathering in your mouth. “I’m—ah—ready?” you offered timidly. As expected, all you got back was a distracted hum.

The arm that was pressed against your stomach shifted slightly as he used his hand to flip the page. Edward had positioned himself with his legs stretched out, sitting up in bed, an arm keeping you against his chest. Sitting on his lap like this, you had nowhere to go. He was reading a book while you got ‘comfortable’, he claimed.

An excited knock at the door made your eyes widen as you started squirming. Edward’s arm didn’t move; instead, it pinned you harder against his chest as an excited voice called out, “Pops!” The pressure of his arm against your stomach made all the air whoosh out of you as you struggled to breathe.

It was Ace. Luckily, enough bitching had taught him to at least knock now, whereas before he would just barge right in. Still, Whitebeard put down his book and grabbed up the discarded blanket and pulled it over your legs—covering his as well—letting up the pressure and allowing you to take in more air.

“Eddie,” you hissed with concern. “Let me up!”

“Come in!” Edward called, ignoring you completely. Your nails dug into his skin as you watched with terror as the door swung open.

“Hey Pops! Hey y/n!” Ace greeted. You mumbled back before folding your arms over Edward’s forearm and burrowing your head into them. As if trying to hide away would stop this from happening. Or distract you from the still buzzing cock inside you.

“What’s wrong with her?” You heard Ace ask quizzically, likely gesturing at you. Normally you weren’t this anti-social.

Edward’s answering laugh jostled you from your perch, his cock adjusting minutely inside. You bit down on your tongue hard enough that the taste of copper filled your mouth and you swallowed blood along with your saliva.

“She’s not feeling well but won’t sleep until I do,” Eddie answered, the sound strangely distant as ringing filled your ears. Swallowing desperately, you worked to keep your breathing level as the bouncing dick kept going. “Women,” he said, tone fondly exasperated. Silently you seethed under the sexist implication but said nothing, fearing that if you tried to argue Edward would simply increase the vibrations and make you moan right into Ace’s face.

The sheer embarrassment at the thought alone made you clench your vagina and Edward chuckled. The arm around you moved, as he adjusted slightly, probably looking casual as Ace chattered on unawares. But for you, the arm lifted you just a tad, letting you feel the long slide of his cock as it convulsed its way out of you.

You grit your teeth against the slow drag as his cock slid out a few meager inches before slowly settling you back down. The ride made you bite into his forearm, trying desperately not to moan but, despite trying, a low groan managed to escape. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes in shame. Still, it didn’t stop your hips from wiggling, chasing the feeling. But it was no use, his length was once again fully sheathed inside of you.

“You okay? Pops, should I get Marco?” Ace asked, all sweet concern and you could have just died. After this you were going to kill Whitebeard, you swore it. For a breath, the low pulsing increased, and you choked before it went back to its regular simmering pressure. You’d kill him after he made you cum, you decided, need curling in the pit of your stomach.

“Nah, she’ll be fine,” Edward said, smile apparent in his voice. You shook on his arm. Another short knock made you glance up as he called out another, “Come in.”

Marco strolled in casually, hands in his pockets. “Hey Pops…” he trailed off, his blue eyes widening as he met your desperate stare. Silently you begged and Marco frowned with understanding.

Quickly he walked over to Ace and slapped him upside the head. “OW! What the fuck, Marco—” The rest of the sentence was cut off as Marco grabbed one of Ace’s ears and started pulling him towards the door.

Once Marco slammed Pops’ door closed, Ace shook his ear free with an annoyed grunt. “What was that for?!”

“Are you seriously that dense yoi??” Marco asked, just as irritated. He placed a hand on Ace’s shoulder trying to hurry him down the hall, but Ace stood firm.

“What are you talkin’ about?! I was just talking to Pops! Stop pushing me!”

“Fine yoi. I’m leaving, you can stay to listen.”

“Listen to what—”

A loud scream made Ace jump before he turned to the door with an ‘o’ of surprise. Marco’s stride lengthened as he tried to escape down the hall.

The scream is shortly followed by a moan that echoed and Ace’s brain connected some dots.

“Eddie—” your voice panted, and Ace finally got his feet to move as he scrambled after Marco.

"Yo, Marco, wait up!"

Once the door had closed, you hissed out an angry, “Edward what the fuck is wrong with you—” Before the vibration finally, finally increased to something other than a low rumble. Instead, it’s q u a k i n g within you and the words die in your throat as you croak.

Then his arm falls away, to be replaced with a hand wrapped around your waist. Quicker than you can comprehend he lifts you up, almost fully displacing his cock before roughly slamming you back down.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you scream; as the orgasm that had been hovering at the edges of your gut is forcibly released. You go limp, his hand still supporting your waist, as you try to breathe through the shock.

Whitebeard moved, taking you with him. You moan loudly as his still buzzing dick slipped out a little before it was pushed back in. “Eddie—”

“Shush, just relax, little one.” His bulk settles over you as he gets on all fours, bracing one forearm against the mattress, his other hand still wrapped around your stomach, holding you aloft. It’s hard to focus, the recent orgasm still sending sparks of pleasure down your spine.

So, when you feel him slowly pump you up and down on his cock your eyes widen as your hands grab onto the fingers of the hand suspending you in the air.

“Wait, Eddie, the vibrations, I’m still sensiti—ahhhhh!” The words morphed into a drawn-out groan as his pumps got a little faster.

Edward grunted but didn’t seem like he heard you—or just didn’t care—as his hand worked up a rhythm. Overstimulation made you whimper as pain and pleasure fizzled over your body. Still, whether it was because you’d been on the edge for so long or something else, your body quickly got interested in the proceedings again.

Unpleasant aches quickly turned into electricity prickling over your skin. Edward’s massive hand cradled you firmly, using you just like a fleshy onahole and you moaned at the thought.

“Eddie, please I—oh oh oh!” You tried to talk but quickly descended into breathy little moans. He didn’t let up his constant pace. Every time he was fully seated all the air left your lungs, he was so large.

When he withdrew enough you could suck in some air, you rushed out in one long breath, “Wanna see you—”

Abruptly the air was knocked back out of you as he thrust back in. His cock was still buzzing, the twitches against your walls along with his girth made the feel of it delicious.

The next slide of his cock out of you is slowed down, a deep grind that leaves you putty in his hand before he withdrew completely.

He laid you gently down on the mattress and you quickly flipped over onto your back.

“Not gonna last long,” he grunted out in warning before a large hand wiggled between your back and the bed, lifting you up easily.

“That’s fine,” you replied, squirming eagerly in his hand as he lowered you back down towards his cock. You couldn’t really see anything like this as you spread your legs, his frame much too tall, but you liked being able to feel his body against yours, the hard panes of his abs catching against your breasts and dragging against your nipples. His cock head once again breached you and you threw your head back with a moan.

Your fingers dug into his skin as he once again started thrusting, no more teasing. He was chasing his own pleasure now you figured. The vibrations had finally ceased, which you figured meant that he was beginning to lose focus. The thought of bringing such a large man to his knees in such a way shot a thrill of a different kind through you and your toes curled as you let out another loud groan, knowing the noise always spurred him on.

“Close, little one?” Edward asked and you shook your head, unable to speak as his speed increased. You were close but familiar enough that just his thrusts like this wouldn’t get you off as it was. “Fuck,” he muttered, tone annoyed before his cock started vibrating again, rough and jolting, the fastest he’d ever done it.

Your eyes widened. “Edd-iiieeeeeeee,” you cried out with shock.

“That’s it, come for me. You can do it,” he praised, keeping up with his thrusts. One particular angle hit something inside you that had you seeing stars as you arched your back, crying out as another orgasm slammed through you, a sudden crest of a wave washing over you and you shook with the intensity of it.

“Finally,” Whitebeard said before pulling you completely off him. Settling you back down on the mattress, you blinked at him through dazed eyes as he settled back on his knees, dick in one hand hovering over you. He stroked himself, his blue eyes hungrily taking you in.

His hand gave his large cock one last twist before he groaned, and a ribbon of hot spunk hit your stomach. Your mouth opened wide, stunned before several more thick ropes smacked onto your skin. Quickly you shut your eyes and mouth as you felt another spurt of heat land across your neck and a little over your mouth.

Salt filled your mouth as you flinched when your face was covered. When you heard Edward let out a long sigh of relief and nothing else hit you, you slowly sat up wiping at your still closed eyes.

A piece of cloth was pressed into your hands and you angrily cleaned away the residue from your face.

Blinking them open, your eyelashes stuck together a few times before becoming unclumped. Glaring up at him, Edward looked back calmly, unabashed.

“Why did you do that!? I’m covered!” It was true, you could feel his cum drip down your body and pool into your lap from where you sat. He laughed.

“Just wanted to see you like this. You look great, my love.” You licked your lips and, at the salty tang, pulled a face of disgust.

“Fuck you, I’m taking a shower.” You began to move before Edward hummed and, quicker than you were expecting, knocked you once more onto your back.

Trapping your arms with one hand he loomed above you, smiling. “Now, now little one. Who said we were done? Stay still.”

His mouth settled over your stomach before sucking lightly and you squirmed. His hand tightened around your arms in warning, and you settled back. A warm tongue flattened against your stomach before licking a path up your chest, taking with it any globs of cum that remained.

“Eddie!” you cried out, embarrassed, but he didn’t stop. His tongue ran over every part of you, licking across your neck and collarbones, dipping into your armpits before trailing down. You could feel every ridge and bump as he lapped large strokes over your trembling thighs.

You couldn’t help it, you spread your legs and felt him chuckle. His eyes pierced into you as he glanced up, laugh lines crinkled as he smiled. “Need something?” he asked smugly, breath fanning out over your still dripping core and you shivered.

“Please,” you whispered as you stared back. His smile widened.

“Please what?”

You groaned with frustration. “I want your tongue!” you said snappishly as your hips twitched upwards.

“Oh?” Edward moved forward, past your waist and you let out a whine. His tongue dragged over your face, licking away the remaining traces of his semen before dipping into your mouth.

You let it fall open, utterly trapped as he held you down and took, his tongue delved into every corner. You tried to respond, licking and sucking back before he withdrew from the kiss. The blue of his eyes was hardly visible, instead, they were mostly inky black pupils blown wide.

“Eddie, please!” you shouted this time and he smirked, pleased at your neediness.

“There you go. Good girl, you can get a reward.” Easily he moved back between your legs before his tongue finally pressed itself against your used entrance and you keened.

The warmth of it lapped at you before the tip flicked inside and you ground back on the pressure. His lips closed around your entrance and sucked. You arched your back trying to wiggle your arms free so you could grab on to something—anything. But he was a wall, keeping you in place so you could only accept whatever he wanted to do with you.

Drawing back, he hummed again. His eyes took in your heaving, twitching body. You felt as though you might catch fire, your blood boiling in your veins under his heady stare, your body on a knife’s edge of too much yet not enough pleasure. Whitebeard licked his lips.

“Want to go again?”

Anxiety bubbled in his stomach as Marco paced through the familiar halls of the Moby Dick.

Overhearing your feelings was…unexpected. Maybe it shouldn’t be. Marco wasn’t dense, he was aware that you harbored some feelings for him. But he figured they would fade eventually, he hadn’t wanted to risk your friendship or abuse his status as First Division Commander in order to pursue something with you. 

Everyone had been encouraging him to ask you out, however. Even Pops.

Marco groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose with irritation. He knew you’d been drinking, this was probably a terrible time to bring this up. But he at least wanted to address it. The stress was going to eat him alive otherwise, he could tell.

Straightening his spine, he backtracked. Maybe if the the two of you couldn’t have an in-depth conversation right now (he didn’t want to have a serious conversation while you were drunk), maybe just bringing it up could ease his own nerves.

 After peeking into the kitchen and getting berated by Thatch before he finally mentioned you had left to take a shower, Marco made his way to the showers just in time to see you duck into the men’s side.

He stopped and blinked a few times before double checking the door. Deciding he hadn’t imagined it, he followed you inside.

The sound of a solitary shower running greeted him as he made his way through the large bathrooms. Past the line of toilet stalls and urinals, he ducked into the back room, where a row of shower stalls with curtains stood.

One was pulled closed, and he could hear you humming within.

Desire punched him in the gut, as he spied your clothing in a pile on a nearby bench, covered barely by a towel.

Who knew what came over him, but numbly he felt himself start to undress, clothes joining yours before he pulled the curtain back just enough to join you under the warm spray.

You jumped and spun around, before the words died in your mouth as your eyes widened to see him standing there.

Marco swallowed, throat dry.

“I heard you talking with Thatch,” he explained, and you let out a squeak of distress. “Did you mean it, yoi?”

A beat of silence, with the running water the only sound. Your eyes stayed glued on his own.

Then, slowly, you nodded. He took a deep breath. “How drunk are you?”

“Uh, excuse me?”

“How drunk are you,” he repeated, voice raspy with desire. Marco was trying not to let his eyes trail down your body but it was hard, especially as you were doing the same to him, eyes flickering down the length of his body before suddenly jolting back up to his eyes.

“N-not really, just kind of tipsy, why—”

That was all the permission he needed, and he swooped down to capture your lips in his own. Your voice muffled against his lips as he pressed you against the tile wall, arms wrapping around you.

Both groaned into the kiss, as your hands reached up to bury into his hair. Marco could feel his hard dick brushing against your stomach and he hissed, trying to fight against the urge to rub against your body for some much-needed friction.

Breaking apart, the two of you panted. Your pupils were blown wide already, Marco noted, as you shook in his arms.

“Need to know you’re okay with this, yoi?”

“What, having sex in the women’s showers? I mean, if you are I’m game,” you replied with a saucy smirk. Marco quirked a brow before he worked in a thigh between your legs and ground up, and your mouth fell open in a loud moan, eyes closing as you chased the feeling, hips bucking against his thigh.

“You’re in the men’s showers,” he said and watched as your eyes fluttered back open with confusion.

“Huh?”

Marco reached out to run his fingers down your neck, past your collarbones before groping at a breast, as your back arched into it.

“You went into the men’s showers.”

“Shit,” you cursed. “Did I really—” Marco interrupted again with another hard kiss, no longer caring about the conversation. You had given your permission, your body working up patch of slick against his thigh he could feel even past the water running down both your bodies.

A hand suddenly wrapped around his cock and his hips thrusted into it, groaning loudly into your mouth. He broke away with a gasp, head bowed to lean against your shoulder as you continued to stroke him. You giggled quietly into his ear before twisting your hand in such a way and Marco moaned your name brokenly.

“Sounds like someone is having a good time!” A male’s voice commented loudly, and there was a burst of laughter.

You both froze, as Marco pulled back to stare at you with horror. Now that he was concentrating, Marco could sense two people in the bathroom. You were so distracting, he hadn’t noticed before now and he cursed in his mind.

“Probably thinkin’ of a certain gal.” One snickered.

“Who?”

“You don’t know?” The other asked before saying your name.

Marco felt his face flush as your face widened into a large smile. His erection had flagged slightly, but you began to stroke him again and he hissed.

“I suggest you get out,” Marco announced loudly.

“Aw man, why do we gotta leave? Don’t you have our own private shower? Why you gotta jack off in here?”

“Maybe he’s got company!”

Quickly, Marco broke away from your embrace and went to the curtain. Poking out just his head, his glare meant business and the three men straightened.

“I won’t repeat myself, yoi. Get out.”

There was dejected muttering and Marco retreated back into the heat of the shower. Turning around, he rubbed at his head in irritation, listening to them leave slowly. What was taking them so long?! Then he drew up short as he took in your new position.

You were facing the wall, hands against the tile, looking over your shoulder at him, grinning with mischief in your eyes. You pressed a solitary finger to your lips before your hands reached behind yourself, prying apart your ass cheeks for his viewing pleasure. Rising up on your tiptoes, you wiggled your ass invitingly.

Marco felt all the remaining blood leave his head and rush south. He bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood before taking the one step he needed to bring him flush against your body. One hand grabbed at your hip—hard—before taking his cock in his other hand.

He gave himself one stroke, still clenching his teeth. The men hadn’t quite left yet, still lingering.

But there was no way he could help himself, not with you offering yourself up like a delectable present, audience be damned.

Slowly, he lined himself up with your cunt, dragging his cock head along your folds. You released one hand to clamp over your mouth, the other coming to prop yourself against the tile. Marco nodded with approval, even though you couldn’t see it.

It was better if you had some leverage, rather than hold yourself open for him.

Finally, he began to press inside you. The heat was divine, even in the warmth of the shower. But it was the tightness that made him bend over your back, stifling his own groan, as you whimpered behind your palm. He wound his arms around your waist, as he pressed his forehead against your spine.

Inch by inch he pressed further and further inside of you. When he bottomed out, Marco briefly stretched out his observation haki. The men had gone, you were once again alone.

Marco straightened, bringing his hands to rest at your hips.

“They’re gone,” he said offhandedly before pulling out and slamming inside you quickly. You keened, hands scrambling for purchase against the wet tiles.

He didn’t let up, just set his brutal pace, grunting along with your moans. The suddenness of it all, combined with the fact that he finally got to be with you like this was making his orgasm crest faster than usual.

“Fuck,” Marco said, breathing out your name. “I’m close, what do you need—”

You let out a little breathy, “Ahhh.” Which sent Marco’s blood boiling before you reached out to grab one of his hands from your hips. You pulled it towards your clit, and he grunted with understanding.

Clumsy he circled his fingers around the bud, hands shaking just a tad. It was a lot to take in, this situation, suddenly being able to claim you like this, the way he’d been dreaming of.

Jacking off in his rack didn’t feel anything like you though and his other hand raised to clamp down on the back of your neck and you screamed as your walls clenched around him.

Marco moaned your name, thrusts becoming rougher as he fucked you up against the wall, keeping you in place, making you take it, take him just like he wanted.

“Marcooooo, I’m cumming!!” you whimpered out fast, nails scrambling against the tiles. Marco tightened his fingers around your neck while flicking your bundle of nerves, hips creating a jittering rhythm. He felt your walls flutter around him, as you came.

He grinned, the rush making his ears ring. Releasing your neck, you slumped more against the wall as he pushed some of his wet hair out from his eyes. His hands returned to your ass, rubbing appreciatively before grabbing at a cheek roughly.

You stuttered out a groan. “Marco, the water’s getting cold,” you mumbled. Marco snorted before laying a quick slap against your ass making you whine.

“I think you’re just trying to hurry me along, yoi,” he chided but returned his hands to your hips and pulled out slowly.

He did feel the water going from steamy hot to more lukewarm. Knowing the water on the ship, it wouldn’t be long before it turned freezing. Still, the coil of pleasure simmering low in his gut didn’t need much encouragement.

“Say my name,” Marco demanded as he slid back in, equally slow making you groan.

“M-Marco, pleaseeee,” you pleaded. His thrusts got a little faster.

“Yeah? Want me to finish? Want me to fill up your greedy little pussy? Want me to pump you full of my cum, yoi?”

“Yes!” you screamed. “Yes, Marco, I do, I do, please—”

“Wonder how long you’ve been wanting this,” Marco said as his thrusts became slaps against your ass, as his fingers dug into your skin. “Thinking about my cock opening you up just,” a slap, “like,” another slap, “this.”

You wailed in agreement, pressing back to meet his thrusts. Marco grunted, wanting to tease you more but he was balanced on the edge as it was.

“Mine, you’re mine, yoi.”

“Yours, Marco, come for meee.”

With a moan, he did just that, thrusting inside you deep, feeling that coil break as he released inside you, as you moaned brokenly.

The water was just beginning to get on the edge of too cold so with a trembling arm he reached out and shut it off.

Plastering his chest against your back, he fell against you, cock still firmly wedged inside you, and leaned against the wall heavily, you pinned under him.

“Marco.” You wiggled and he rubbed his chin against your shoulder.

“Shhh, lemme enjoy this.” He could feel your legs shaking and he sighed. You were shorter than him, so keeping his cock instead meant you had to be on your tip toes for most of the session. A shame.

Slowly, he withdrew and you sighed with relief as you came down to the pads of your feet. Quickly, Marco spun you around and pressed you against the wall again, making you throw back your head with a laugh.

“We should go on a date, yoi,” Marco said seriously, and you laughed louder.

“A bit late for that, yeah?”

Marco pressed his forehead against yours. “Is that a no?”

You snorted. “No, it’s a yes. I’d love too. Now let me go.” You patted his arm. “I’m getting cold, I wanna dry off.”

That night, you spent the night in Marco’s room. The next day when the two of you walked into the galley hand-in-hand, Thatch screamed out,

Shanks snickered but wisely decided not to argue as he began to pepper your neck with kisses. His stubble racked across the skin there, making you shiver. “Well, sweet thing, what would you suggest?”

“Getting to your room for one,” you shot back, even as you tilted your head to give him more access.

“Our room,” he corrected, pulling back with a smile. As if the comment didn’t make the air in your lungs leave with a whoosh. “Sure you don’t want me to drop to my knees right here? Hike a leg over my shoulder and go to town? I bet I could make it good for you.” His eyes darkened with promise, and you sucked in a surprised breath.

“Take me to bed, Shanks,” you demanded instead, and his near-constant smile grew larger.

 Heady fingers plucked at your clothes the moment the door slammed behind you. You tried to help Shanks out of his own clothes but by the time you were naked, you barely got him out of his cloak and shirt. Still, he didn’t seem to care, kissing you desperately—licking into your mouth in a way that was sinful with all the implied promises.

Shanks’ hand followed a map of your skin as your own trailed down the curve of his chest, savoring the feel of his chest hair before they dropped lower and lower. Before they could come to his waist, he grabbed them, easily holding both wrists in his one hand.

“Easy there, let’s focus on you hm?” he asked, a predatory gleam to his eyes. You huffed but quickly crawled onto the bed, settling into the pillows at the headboard.

You glared, but it was without heat as he followed you up, crawling slowly and you thrilled at the sight. His large palm rubbed up the side of one thigh, the roughness catching a little on your skin. “Aw now, don’t give me that look. Been wantin’ you all night, can’t expect me not to want a taste. Not when it’s all I’ve been thinking about.”

Recognizing the sheer desire in his voice, just a breath of huskiness to it, you shuddered. Still, you tried to cover it by tilting up your head with a teasing grin. “Perv.”

Shanks laughed lowly before he collapsed over your stomach, face burrowing into the side of your hip with a high-pitched whine. “So rude!” he cried out in mock outrage.

You hissed as he deliberately rubbed his face against the skin there, sensitive to the burn it left behind. He settled back on his knees, propping himself up with his solitary arm as he began pressing kisses down the length of your body, goosebumps popping up from where his breath blew over your skin. 

Wordlessly you widened your legs for him. Shanks purred at the sight of the dampness already there and swiped a finger through it quickly, not hard enough to be any real pressure. You let out a short gasp.

“Seems like you were thinking about me too, sweetheart,” he muttered approvingly. You smiled and didn’t bother to deny it as his breath feathered out over your core as he got closer.

Almost as if getting a taste test, he licked a fast swipe up making your toes curl briefly before he backed off. You groaned with annoyance.

“Shankssss,” you complained, hands coming up to bury in his red locks as he leaned against a thigh, peering up at you through his eyelashes, fluttering them innocently.

“What?” he asked, playing dumb and you gave a short tug of impatience.

“Come on babe, please.” Frustration colored your voice and he chuckled before abruptly diving in, pressing his tongue flat and working it against your clit.

“Ah!” you couldn’t help but let out as he began to do a slow roam with the tip of his tongue through your folds. Your legs came up to brace on his shoulders, rocking back down towards his mouth, trying to get what you needed.

Shanks’ chuckle vibrated against your core. “Careful love, I’m trying to work you up.”

“I’m about to—oh.” You were cut off as finally, finally he drove his tongue into you, thrusting roughly, sucking and slurping and just making a general mess of it all.

He was a master with his tongue and he knew it. Your back arched into his mouth, chasing that feeling as Shanks' hand closed around your hipbone, keeping you pressed back against the bed as all the while his tongue pistoned in and out of you.

Your fingers clutched at his hair roughly, attempting to pull him even closer. Shanks hummed before circling his tongue around your clit again. Then he closed his lips over it and sucked hard.

The coil of desire sat right there in your gut, wanting to spill out as Shanks worked you over, you were so close but it wasn’t quite enough. Your toes curled as you once again tried to press back against him.

Shanks released your hip and with your newfound freedom, you desperately twitched your hips up to rock against his face, thighs clenching around his head. His stubble rubbed against your thighs deliciously.

Then, achingly gently, he bit down on your clit, not enough to hurt—he knew better, knew exactly how much you needed—while he shoved a finger in all the way down to the knuckle.

Pleasure fizzled across your skin as the coil finally snapped and you screamed, as your vision whited out, your legs clamping down on him even harder, keeping him in place. 

Awareness came back slowly as your chest heaved. As though moving through sand, you let your legs slip off his shoulders as you came down from your peak. 

Blinking a few times, you cast a glance down to see Shanks once again cushioned against your thigh.

His beard was wet with your slick and despite your orgasm only seconds before, your walls clenched with desire. Shanks licked his lips, ever shameless.

“Delicious,” he said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes, but not-so-secretly you were pleased, he knew you well enough for that.

“C’mere,” you ordered, running your fingers once through his hair. He closed his eyes briefly at the soft gesture before clambering up your body.

The mattress shifted as he fell in next to you and you scooted into his side. Reaching a hand up, you wiped your juices off his face.

“Aw thanks love,” he cooed with delight before you used the pants he was still wearing to clean off your hand. Shanks’ face immediately fell into a pout. “What was that for?!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be wearing them then,” you said slyly, not remorseful at all.

“Hohhh?” he said, an eyebrow arching as his eyes burned with challenge. You hummed as you ran a gentle finger over the scars that lined one eye. “Thems fighting words, I hope you realize.”

You smirked, that knot that had been released beginning to tighten all over again. “Yeah, I know. Show me what you’ve got.”

Haruta grinned wide. “And there’s our loser! Lookin’ good!”

“Fuck you,” you shot back angrily. He just laughed, the bastard. You shifted awkwardly as Marco finally turned to look at you. His half-lidded eyes widened just a fraction before his expression smoothed back out into his usual vague boredom.

“What’s with the outfit, yoi?” he asked casually.

“Lost a bet, this was the punishment,” you answered with a sigh smoothing down the front. It was the nurse’s uniform, v-neck plunging and hem barely going past your crotch. The leopard print boots up to your thighs and little pink nurse’s cap perched in your hair, to top off the look.

Marco hummed before his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist with a firm grasp, tugging. You tripped with a short shriek before he arranged you in his lap. “Sit with me for a bit,” he commented, one arm wrapping around your waist and holding you against his chest as his other hand held his cards.

Propping his chin up on your shoulder he brought his hand closer, and you scoffed but settled into the warmth of your boyfriend. Quickly enough the table lost interest in you as they started playing. You watched idly, slightly bored.

A brush of fingertips across your exposed thigh made you flinch. “Careful,” Marco’s deep baritone whispered in your ear. “Don’t want to move too much and attract attention do you, yoi?”

Your eyes darted across the table as his fingers caressed your bare skin gently. “You didn’t mention a bet,” he said, pressing light kisses against the side of your neck and you shivered.

“Didn’t think it was a big deal,” you muttered back. Although bummed you had lost, you were also a little bit excited, thinking maybe Marco would like the look of the uniform on you. He hummed.

“Play for me.” Shoving his cards into your hand he wrapped both arms around you, burrowing his face into your spine. You felt his hardened cock rubbing against your ass and you grinned to yourself, happy that he was at least a little bit affected by your outfit.

Then his hands dipped beneath your dress, and you felt it as he hooked a finger around your underwear and tore. It ripped easily and you squeaked with alarm before warm breath was back at your ear. “Be quiet, yoi,” Marco ordered, the seriousness of his voice letting you know he wasn’t playing around. You swallowed loudly before it was your turn and you hurriedly played a card. 

Men chatted loudly around the table, unaware of your situation as Marco’s hands roamed freely under your dress putting it up a little, heating your skin, and making your blood boil with the attention. Occasionally he would grab at the flesh of your thigh and squeeze, harder than he ever had before. You had to clench your teeth against the pain of it.

Teasingly a few fingers skirted around your folds and you tensed. You heard a light tsk behind you as a finger started to lightly circle your clit. "Relax," Marco muttered, more of a command than anything else. 

You bit down on a whimper as one thin finger dipped its way inside, lightly pumping in and out. It didn't take your body that long to get with the program, growing wet around his solitary digital and making the slide of it easier. Quickly another finger joined the first, as he propped his chin against your shoulder to peer at your hand. 

"You're losing me money, yoi," he commented lazily as you struggled to breathe normally. The arm he held around your middle tightened as he shifted forward, withdrawing his fingers and reaching out for a mug on the table. 

As he did, you felt his cock slide against your folds and you gasped. When did he even pull that out!? you thought frantically before the head breeched you and you bit down on your tongue to muffle a moan. In one fluid motion, he grabbed up the mug before settling back, taking you with him and his cock easily speared you open as he went, his length sinking deeper and deeper until he bottomed out. You squirmed in his lap, his dick stretching you deliciously but it was so embarrassing. 

Shame overcame you. An experience that you normally loved so much—Marco's cock twitching inside you—was now tainted by the dread filling your stomach. You hated that your body was still so wet around his cock. 

Bracing your forearms on the table, you tried to lean forward to get off and leave quickly, the embarrassment of tugging down your dress and high-tailing it out of there better than dealing with whatever-the-fuck Marco was trying to pull here. 

His leg bent, shifting you on his lap making his dick jitter inside you before a familiar talon foot wrapped around one ankle and you froze, shock widening your eyes.

Marco tsked loudly into your ear. "Where do you think you're going? Stay here. It's your punishment after all." 

Tears prickled at your eyes. "Why are you doing this?" you whispered back. He hummed as his hands trailed over your thighs and stomach before wrapping around your hips and grinding you down on his dick. 

"You wanted to dress like this to get attention right? I'm just giving you the attention you're so desperately craving, yoi." 

"It was a joke, Marco—" You broke off with a hiss as his hips jolted up, leaving you breathless. 

You felt several eyes turn in your direction and you stilled, trying to control your breathing and not look like you were currently getting fucked.

Even if you were seated in the man's lap, you felt as far as possible from Marco. How could he do this? Maybe this situation could have been sexy, but the fact that the two of you have never discussed this before and with how cold Marco was acting, was making embarrassment and shame crawl up your throat. 

Not to mention he was forcing you to stay here. 

Several minutes passed, as Marco made little thrusts with his hips and you struggled to play and not react. Your thighs hurt already, his bruising grip already discoloring them. 

When you finally felt him cum, your walls suddenly being coated with his seed you felt like maybe that would be the end of it. This time he let you go when you tried to stand and you rushed away quickly, his cum trailing down your thighs. 

You didn't get far. 

Marco caught you in the hallway and backed you into his room, ignoring your protests and pleads. Ignored how you begged and said no. 

You desperately hoped one would like you.

Soon enough more and more humans started filling up the remaining seats and the sale started. Heart in your throat you booted up your phone. Each Starling had a small profile. Dimly, you watched as each was brought on stage and were given offers. The individual Starling decided which one to go with.

None were that interesting, and you waited impatiently for one to catch your eye.

A young man came out and tilting your head you looked him over. He looked just like a human, handsome with a thick chest and freckles dotting all over his skin. He only wore a pair of loose black shorts and your eyes hooded in disinterest. Handsome he might be, but you preferred Starlings that showed their unique features, not ones who tried to look human. What was the point otherwise? The only thing that made him stand out was his impressionable height, much too tall for a human.

Then the announcer poked something into his side, making him hiss and the stage erupted into flames. When they cleared, you sucked in an astonished breath.

He was beautiful. Standing on clawed talons he hunched over glaring at the announcer. He didn’t have wings, which was a pity but oh. Small red feathers ran up the sides of his arms and over his face.  His hands were black, with long claws, the black going up to his wrists before disappearing into the tan of his skin. His freckles looked like they glowed, as they dotted along his skin. You were instantly smitten.

The profile said his name was ‘Ace’ that he had a temper and was picky. That was fine. You clicked the profile, to show your interest. Then you waited.

Your palms were sweaty when finally, Ace moved off the stage and glanced at the list before making his way through the crowd. Stopping at a few people, he considered them before slinking off.

Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as he approached you. This close even in the dark of the room, you could see his eyes were a deep brown. They looked you over, his feathered ears twitching in his black hair. Now that he was in front of you, you could see there was orange mixed with the red feathers.

You sighed lowly, aching to touch. “Beautiful,” you whispered, certain it would get lost in the low mumble of the crowd around you and the still vaguely thumping from outside. Ace blinked before he smirked, looking smug as hell.

“Oh yeah, like what you see princess?” he asked, propping an arm against the table and leaning over you, caging you in. Immediately you straightened, eyes wide. You hadn’t thought he could hear that.

“I—well—”

“It’s fine,” he waved you off before you could attempt to stutter out some excuse. “Wanna get a room?” He smelt like a campfire, you noted distantly. Like he might burst into flame at any second. You nodded.

Luckily the establishment was more than prepared. Ordering a Starling meant you got an attached room. People might want to drink and dance with their chosen Starling before retiring to the bedroom.

Not Ace. He didn’t even ask, just grabbed up your wrist and led you away. As he pulled you along, his appearance slowly changed back to his human form. He had a short bundle of tail feathers that made his shorts sag in the back before they disappeared from view. You missed them instantly.

Walking down a hallway full of doors, he abruptly stopped, dropped your wrist, and dug into his pocket before withdrawing a key. Shooting you a grin, he unlocked the door before standing aside you let you through.

You went inside, glancing around the room. It was fine, just a queen-sized bed in the middle with a dresser filled with sex toys, you were almost positive. The door clicked behind you and before you had time to turn around, you were grabbed and forced against the door. Ace once again caged you in, pressing himself against your smaller frame.

“What—” You weren’t able to get out more before his lips crashed over yours. “Mmph!”

You struggled, just a bit but that seemed to spur him on even more, as his hands moved from caging you in to grabbing your shoulders. A warm tongue forced its way past your lips, and you opened fully with a loud groan.

The taste of him is intoxicating, as he took, sucking down your spit and moans greedily, skillful tongue moving against your own. Somehow, he tasted like cinnamon, oh-so-sweet but with a hint of a spice to it.

It didn't take long for his hands to trail down your body before hoisting you up by the waist. Sticking a firm thigh between your legs, Ace held you against the door easily, as your hands scramble for purchase along his shoulders. The muscles ripple under your fingertips, skin so incredibly soft there’s no way it can be human. With one final groan you ripped your mouth away, panting for breath.

Ace didn't pause, just began to place smoldering kisses down the side of your neck and you tilted your head back, invitingly.

“Ace,” you mumbled out. The kisses didn't stop, instead, he sucked over a pressure point in your neck and you shivered. “Ace,” you said more firmly, catching hold of his raven-locks and giving one firm tug. Reluctantly he released your skin with a wet pop.

“Yeah?” he asked huskily, annoyed at the interruption.

“Can you change to your other form?”

He blinked at you. “My other form? Why?”

“Wanna see it.”

Ace narrowed his eyes before he snorted and stepped back, two gentle hands at your hips bringing you back down to the floor. “Oh, so you’re one of those.”

“One of what?”

“Starling fuckers,” he answered with a grin before flames blocked him from view. You stayed against the door, unsure if the flames would hurt or not. Once he emerged, you snorted.

“Ace, you’re literally a Starling.”

He grinned wider at you before grabbing you around the waist and pulling you against his chest, effortlessly picking you up off the floor with the motion.

“Yeah so? We could have fucked with me in the human form. Some people like that, just a bigger version of a human.”

You hummed. “Not much of a point then, is there?” Gently he laid you against the bed before he rolled his eyes.

“To each their own, I think is the sayin’ right? Now you gonna get naked or do I need to rip those off ya?” Ace teasingly held up a hand, clicking his claws together in what you assumed was supposed to be menacing but really just turned you on even more. The thought was appealing, but you foolishly hadn’t brought a change of clothes. You swallowed but rushed to obey.

Ace leaned over you as you stripped and once the last article of clothing was shed, he was quick to grab you up once again, feathered ears twitching.

He pressed you flat on the bed, kneeling before you but instead of following you down, he grabbed you around the waist and pulled you up, bringing your core towards his mouth, making you shriek.

The motion was quick, and your head was pillowed on his thick thighs as your legs danged over his shoulders. He hummed and you felt the vibration so close to your already dripping pussy.

“So wet already, princess,” Ace muttered with amusement as he ran a knuckle across your folds. The position was making the blood rush to your head as you squirmed in his lap. It was strange, literally flipped and pulled against him but when his breath ghosted across your core you couldn’t help but tremble. “Let’s get a taste hm.”

It wasn’t a question and when a thinner than normal tongue rubbed against the outer folds, before pressing against your clit your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you moaned loudly. You felt Ace chuckle before his lips closed over your bundle of nerves and sucked.

Your hands scrambled for purchase, finally clawing along his forearms, from where he wrapped them around your stomach to better hold you against him. “Ace, please.”

“Please what,” he teased releasing your clit with a knowing smirk.

“Do something,” you hissed. Ace laughed lowly and oh, the sound sent a shiver through your belly before that delicious tongue finally slid past your folds and breached you.

You tried to arch your back, groaning as his long tongue worked its way inside. This was why you adored Starlings, you thought distantly. Their tongues were like a thin cock spearing you open, so flexible and able to do little twitches against your walls—it was like nothing else.

“Ace!” you screamed into the room, legs shifting as you tried to push your body up to meet his mouth, trying to encourage him even deeper. One hand grabbed your calf, the hand easily wrapping around it easily.

“Easy there princess,” he muttered, lips withdrawing from where he’d been rubbing them against your clit and folds as his tongue worked its magic inside you. You panted as you watched with dazed amazement as he lifted his head, tongue still coiling inside you as he looked down at you. “Don’t wanna kick me and knock me out before we get to the good part do we?”

“Uh—” was all you managed before his tongue started to thrust and you threw your head back with a keen, missing the utterly pleased grin Ace shot you.

It didn’t take long for your orgasm to hit, the excitement of being with a Starling, of being with Ace already leaving you balanced on the edge. A few well-adjusted thrusts with his tongue, writhing within you, as another section of his tongue pressed against the bundle of nerves had you sobbing as your release rocketed down your spine, leaving you shaking.

Ace sucked it all up greedily, his tongue leaving you with a slow slide before he released you, letting you slip down his body and onto the mattress. You groaned lowly as he braced his arms on the bed above you and you blinked up at him.

“Want me to go down on you?” you offered, sneaking a peek down the line of his body, to see his penis fully hard and exposed to the air of the room, bright red and already beading precum on the head. You licked your lips, thinking of the taste.

He snorted. “No, I’ll cum immediately. You ready to go?” A meaningful hand wrapped around the curve of your hip, as a thumb dragged along the skin there.

“Can’t go more than once?” you pressed, eyes half-lidding with pleasure. Ace scrunched up his nose at you, his freckles wrinkling adorably.

“Don’t press your luck,” he warned with a growl. Still, his hand kept up the soothing circles along your hip bone. You had the feeling that despite his bravo, Ace preferred to let you take the lead. Or at least, liked to act with permission more than simply taking. 

You opened your legs wide in invitation, arching just a little to watch his eyes darken with anticipation and arousal at the sight. “Come on then big boy, let’s see what you can do.”

Permission granted, Ace surged down and captured your lips in a bruising kiss. You barely had time to moan before his hand flipped you. You felt his cockhead slide against your back leaving behind a trail of globby precum as he leaned forward and grabbed up a pillow. Shoving it at you without a word, you grabbed it with both arms, wrapping around it and positioning it partly underneath yourself.

“So pretty.” You heard Ace mumble into your skin before a clawed finger pushed apart your cheeks. Your face felt hot, but you lifted your hips to try and be enticing. Ace groaned before you felt his cock rub against your folds.

“Aceeee,” you whined as he slowly began to breach you. The two of you moaned together. He didn’t stop, just kept pushing inside as your hips twitched further up, trying to force him even deeper.

When he finally bottomed out, you drooled a little into the pillow, pleasure shooting over your skin, making you feel on edge. You felt so full. Feeling his soft skin rub against your own was maddening, a slow kind of torture. You wanted even more.

Clutching the pillow harder you let out a sigh of pleasure as he began to thrust shallowly, letting you get used to his size. Still, he didn’t need to, you were dripping wet from your previous orgasm and just so turned on by the situation. Ace’s body felt so incredibly warm, more than what was normal you felt. Like he might just burn you up.

The thought made you clench your vagina walls and Ace hissed.

“Ace,” you mumbled. “Ace hold me down and fuck me.”

“Fuck!” he cried as his thrusts got faster, a large hand clamped down on your shoulder, pushing you down into the mattress and your eyes widened. His weight held you down and the air left your lungs in a rush.

Now utterly pinned under him, you fought to take in a breath as Ace used your body to chase his own pleasure, fucking you hard, each thrust meeting your ass with a loud slap. You keened, lowly struggling under his grip but you couldn’t move an inch, were barely able to breathe. Not with his weight bearing down on you and you loved it.

You squeezed your legs together and tried to lift your hips as much as you could trapped beneath him as you were, letting out little ah-ah-ah’s the only sound you could manage drawing in such shallow breaths.

Ace’s hand squeezed and you felt a hint of his claws digging into your skin and your toes curled.

Close, you were so close and you couldn’t tell him—

“Gonna cum,” his voice rumbled. “Cum for me princess?” Ace said it as a question and your legs came up, heels hitting his back as you held onto the pillow for dear life as another orgasm slammed through you.

“Yessss, just like that fuck, yes,” Ace chattered as his thrusts turned sloppy before your body was forced a few inches forward as he curled around you, moaning under his breath, cock as far into you as it could go as he pumped his seed inside. His hips gave little twitches as if trying to get even further and as you felt his cum which was a shade too hot for comfort fill you to the brim.

You let out a sigh before drawing in a deep breath as Ace sat up, taking his weight off you.

“Whoops, sorry,” he said, not sounding apologetic at all. You once again felt his fingers push apart your cheeks before a digit dragged through the cum already dripping out of you. “Lookin’ good firefly.”

Breathing heavily, you flipped onto your back. “If anyone’s a firefly, it’s you,” you managed to wheeze out, gesturing weakly at his still-glowing body, little pinpricks of light shimmering from his skin like tiny red stars.

Ace smirked, lopsided before laying down on his side next to you. The two of you came down from the high slowly, Ace tracing his claws against your skin lightly, swirling around a nipple, then the entire breast in a whisper of a touch. You shivered.

Once your breathing got under control, you shot him a look. He looked utterly relaxed, cheek pillowed on a hand, eyes focused on where his fingers were dragging across your skin.

“Say, Ace,” you began before licking your lips. This was a little awkward. “Would you wanna be mine?” you finished slightly breathless. Your heart beat with nervousness as Ace stared at you, expression unreadable.

“Like purchase me?” he said slowly. You nodded, unsure about his emotionless tone.

Ace hummed, looking unsure as he bit his lip. “Don’t wanna wear no collar,” he muttered out finally, under his breath.

“Oh no?” you asked, reaching out and running a hand across his throat, feeling him swallow beneath your fingers. A lot of Starlings wore collars, to show that they were owned. “Not even for me? Just in the house? You wouldn’t have to wear it out.”

Ace hesitated still and you let your hand drop.

“You don’t have to—” you began before he interrupted.

“Would you purchase my brother too? I won’t go without him.”

You blinked, surprised by this sudden turn of events. “I’m not sure if I could afford two.”

Ace shrugged with indifference. “We come as a bundle, I’d get the cost down for ya. Would you be interested?” His eyes seemed like they burned with how intense he stared at you.

Your throat felt a little dry, but you smiled. “If he’s anything like you, I’m sure I’d love it.” All at once the tension in Ace’s shoulders dropped and he smiled, looking relieved.

“Great!” he enthused crawling off the bed quickly. You sat up in surprise. “Lemme go get him. He’s gotta check you out himself, see if he’s interested.” As Ace rushed to the door he turned back. “That’s okay right?” Ah, there was that checking in. Your heart fluttered as you thought about how sweet he was. You nodded with a smile.

After he left you looked around, considering. Should you get changed?

Starlings were pretty unashamed about nudity but still, it felt weird to greet a stranger naked but if Ace was right in that his brother would want to test you, he’d likely just strip you anyways.

Your stomach clenched at the thought and you couldn’t resist running palming at your breast with one hand, pinching lightly at the nipple while the other trailed down to your pussy. Digging in a shallow finger you scooped out some of Ace’s cum before quickly lifting the digit up to your mouth and licking it clean.

The combined taste of the two of you made you groan lowly, eyes fluttering closed.

“Oh look, she’s already starting without us,” an amused voice commented, and your eyes shot back open, thoroughly embarrassed. That didn’t take any time at all!

“’Sup princess, this is my brother Sabo. Come say hi,” Ace said coming closer, clawed hand reaching out for you. He stood taller than his brother, who was in his human form.

Sabo cocked his head as you hesitantly reached out and took Ace’s hand. He pulled you to your feet and brought you over to his brother. Sabo had on a full blue suit, complete with cravat. It was a surprise, most Starlings hardly wore any clothes.

You shifted awkwardly, pussy still idly dripping Ace’s cum down your thighs and you rubbed them together, thankful they wouldn’t be able to see.

Sabo’s blue eyes narrowed as he took in a deep breath. “Already started, Ace? You know I hate seconds.”

Ace rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, don’t be such a spoiled brat. Change to your Starling side, she prefers it.”

“Oh does she,” Sabo said, voice icy with something you couldn’t name and you froze. You glanced up at Ace for help and he sighed, catching onto your pleading look.

“Sabo, come on.”

Sabo—with gloved hands even, you noticed—took off his top hat with annoyance. “Fine, cover her eyes.”

“Sure thing,” Ace chirped, a hand immediately coming up to cover your eyes before you could complain. “Just do this, Sabo’s sensitive,” he whispered into your ear.

“I heard that!” Sabo’s smooth voice called, as you heard the rustling of clothes. You stayed still, waiting in the silence of the room.

You figured Ace started to get bored, as his other hand started roaming along your spine before coming around to grab at your breast, kneading it with his fingers, he pulled you back against his body and you shivered at the warmth of his skin against yours.

Sabo tsked. “Don’t get started without me.”

“Stop takin' so long then,” Ace shot back easily.

There was a long silence. “Okay…I’m ready.”

The hand was removed, and you blinked in the light as Ace moved from behind you. You only idly noticed as you gasped, focusing on Sabo before you.

He was a few inches taller than Ace now, who came to stand by his side. He had full wings, dark blue feathers that ran down the full length of his arm, ending at three large talon-like fingers. It was rare that a Starling had full wings, however, along Sabo’s other arm…

Was a mess of scars, running down the length, lacking feathers of any kind. You stepped closer without realizing it, reaching out as if to touch the scars before drawing back.

“Does it hurt?” you asked, looking up at him. Sabo blinked back at you before Ace leaned over his shoulder to smile.

“Told you she wouldn’t mind,” he said cockily as Sabo’s eyes darkened.

“They don’t,” he answered your question. You hummed and reached out to touch when Sabo’s other hand caught your wrist. “Ah, ah. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Gotta test you out first, dearest. Ace, get her on her bed.”

“Sure thing!” Ace replied eagerly, hositing you up in a short bridal carry to the bed. Once there, he positioned you with your head in his lap, grabbing up your wrists gently and holding them over your head. You gaped up at him.

“Like this??” you asked with amazement tugging your arms against his grip, mind spinning as you struggled to keep up.

“Yup!” Ace said, popping the ‘p’ with an excited gleam in his eyes. You felt the bed dip and you looked down to see Sabo crawling up it to where Ace had positioned the two of you near the headboard.

Now you could see that Sabo had a long trailing blue tail as well and you swallowed. He was gorgeous— they both were—and you felt yourself start to become nervous. Sabo must have seen it on your face because he smiled at you, the expression looked absolutely filthy.

“Don’t worry angel, you’re in good hands.” He grabbed up your thighs and wrapped them around his waist as he pressed in close. His cock was already hard and he rubbed it against your folds.

“Feels goodddd,” he praised. “You’re so pretty,” Sabo complimented as he began to rub the head against your clit before backing off and rubbing against your core, making you whine. “Like that?”

“Man, stop teasin’, just get on with it,” Ace broke in and Sabo looked up to catch his eyes.

“Impatient? Just because you’re a quick shot doesn’t mean I want every time to be over in 30 seconds.”

Ace snorted. “Please, you’re basically dripping you’ll probably get inside her and cum instantly. Besides,” he began before Sabo could retort, “you’ll appreciate it, I got her all stretched out for ya. Make it easy for you.”

At this Ace pulled on your wrists gently, making you crane your head up at him, as your hips rocked back against Sabo’s cock, trying to get it to press inside.

“Sabo’s bigger than me—the ass—and despite what he says, is impatient. Doesn’t like to wait for someone to get used to it. Think you can handle it all in one go?”

“Uhhh,” you replied, more of a stunned moan than any semblance to actual words. But you pressed your hips even higher, probably looking wanton and desperate but you didn’t care. You wanted to feel that thick cock spear you open.

“Oh you found a good one Ace,” Sabo commented as Ace grinned.

“Fuck yeah I did. Firefly’s gonna be so good,” he held your wrists together in one hand his large palm easily holding your thin wrists. With the other, he ran a claw across your cheek. “Ain’t ya? Gonna be good for us, right? Gonna take Sabo real well?”

“Yessss, yes, I am, please, please,” you begged, eyes filling with tears as pleasure sparked in your stomach. Ace smiled down at you before tapping your nose.

“Then better pay attention, babe.”

You blinked and then drew in a surprised yelp as Sabo’s cock suddenly pressed inside in one smooth motion. Between one breath and the next you were completely filled and your eyes flickered from Ace’s dark brown orbs to meet Sabo’s light blue, as he loomed over you, hiking your thighs even higher.

Ace’s other hand came up and separated out your wrists, so he was holding one in each hand as Sabo smiled down at you, before he pulled out and slammed back in, just as Ace had promised he would. You wheezed as he set up a quick rhythm, all the while holding your gaze.

You couldn’t help but moan and cry out helplessly, pinned down by Sabo’s intense look, staring you down as if you were a puzzle he wanted to work out, all the while slamming into you mercilessly.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered and you tried to move your arms, but Ace’s grip simply tightened.

“W-what?” you tried to say, before grunting as Sabo slowed down his thrusts, but only barely. The coil of pleasure in your gut was getting tighter and tighter as the intense situation, being between two large Starlings—completely at their mercy turned you on like nothing else.

“Open your mouth,” Sabo said again, as Ace helpfully grabbed your chin and tugged it down. Numbly you opened your mouth wide, and Sabo leaned closer before lolling out his tongue. Globs of spit fell into your mouth and your eyes widened before the tongue followed it down; easily working its way down your throat with how open your mouth was, head thrown back on Ace's thighs.

You moaned, muffled around the tongue before you gagged as it traveled to the back of your throat instantly, tears running down your cheeks.

“Fuck, Sabo, hurry up I wanna turn,” Ace complained and dimly you felt his cock brush against your hair, as he led one of your hands to the shaft, wrapping yours and his around it and giving it a few strokes.

Sabo withdrew from your mouth, and you swallowed the influx of saliva he left behind. “Hold on, now who's being spoiled? You already got a turn.”

“Want another,” Ace groaned.

“Fine, fine, I’m close anyways.”

Sabo pressed against you fully, his winged arm wrapping itself under you, taloned hand digging into your back slightly as Ace released your other hand. Immediately you dug it into Sabo’s blond hair, as he tilted your hips further up, almost pressing you in half as his thrusts became harsher.

“You’re so good angel, feel so good for me. You want me to cum don’tcha? Want to feel utterly full. You want to feel used, as Ace uses you right after me, us switching you back and forth between us, you'd like that wouldn't you,” Sabo whispered against your ear, breath hot and the coil that had been wrapping itself around your belly abruptly snapped and you screamed, pulling his hair.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Sabo cried, digging in more to your skin, causing a flash of pain but you barely felt it as stars exploded across your vision. You felt as Sabo began to thrust even harder, cock spearing you open as your leg was pulled apart with Sabo’s scarred hand, forcing you to take it all.

Ace’s strokes became faster, still holding your hand before he keened. The hot splatter of cum on your face shocked you for a second before you instinctively closed your eyes as more cum followed, painting your face and hair in white.

Finally, as you were beginning to come down from your peak, you heard Sabo grunt as he pushed inside and stilled.

You felt your insides being painted once again and you groaned lowly as an apologetic rag was wiped across your eyelids, cleaning up the mess.

“Fucking hell Ace, if you got cum in my hair I’m going to kill you,” Sabo muttered with annoyance as he pulled away. Blinking open your eyes—eyelashes sticking together slightly—you whined under your breath, reaching out for him.

He caught your hand in his scarred talon fingers before pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Okay angel?”

You panted under Sabo’s heavy stare as Ace finally let your hand drop and it fell to the mattress. “Uh huh. I think? Give me a second.”

Sabo chuckled before he caught sight of the fabric in Ace’s hand. “Is that my shirt Ace?!?” he exploded, jolting forward, forcing his slowly softening cock further inside you from where it had begun to slip out and you sobbed.

Ace pushed Sabo back as he cursed.

"Sorry dear," Sabo apologized as he slowly withdrew from your core, and you felt the mess he left behind.

“You don’t need it,” Ace said smugly returning to the previous subject, throwing the used shirt to the ground. “You like her right? She likes us better in these forms. Right babe?” Ace asked looking down at you, still laying in his lap.

You tried to get your breathing under control, feeling utterly out of your depths with these two. But still, that was the best sex you’ve ever had. “Y-yeah,” you managed, and he shot a pleased grin at Sabo.

“See?”

Sabo blew out some hair from his face before dragging his hands down your torso. “Mm, alright guess it’s okay then. You sure you can handle both of us?”

You laughed under your breath. “Probably not. But I’d like to try if you’d be interested afterall?” you asked with a raise of an eyebrow, trying to look teasing even though you felt some of Ace’s cum still drying along your face.

Sabo chuckled. “Cheeky. I like that. Sure, I’m in, if Ace agrees.” Sabo leaned down and licked across your cheek, cleaning off a little of the cum that remained.

“For sure!" Ace said happily. "Now move over Sabo, it’s my turn.”

“Your turn!? You got to cum twice already, that was my first time!”

“Yeah well, that’s not my fault is it? I found her first, she likes me better anyway, budge over.”

“Excuse me, she does not.”

Ace laughed as he tugged you along. The two of you were exploring a new island and he couldn’t wait to see everything with you! This particular one had a tropical rain forest and he was leading you enthusiastically through it.

“Ace.” At the sound of his name, Ace paused. You sounded worried and he watched as you glanced over your shoulder. “Should we wait for anyone else? What if we get lost?” Ace grinned widely.

“Aw come on firefly! You know I’m a navigator right? I’ll get us home no worries at all.” Your expression didn’t change, a furrow in your brow that made him roll his eyes. Stopping abruptly, he pulled you against his chest. Wrapping an arm around your waist Ace smiled as your eyes went wide with surprise. “Besides, don’tcha wanna spend some time with me?” The light blush across your cheeks as you buried your head into his chest made him giddy.

“I do,” you agreed quietly, and Ace laughed.

“Then let’s go!”

Watching your boyfriend as he ran around exploring, you smiled. This was fun, like he said it would be. It could sometimes be difficult to get one-on-one time with Ace. He was sweet and loving and he seemed to soak in attention, so sometimes it took a bit to drag him away from the rest of the crew. Most of the time you didn’t bother, just tried to wait for him or if it got too late, just went to bed without spending any alone time together. Besides, a lot of times when it was just the two of you, Ace would get so relaxed he’d pass out immediately anyways.

Which was cute and all but also just a tad frustrating. At some point you’d like to…go all the way with him. Ace had been more than understanding when you stuttered out that you were a virgin, had no qualms about waiting until you were ready. “Just let me know!” He’d said, brown eyes shining, not a hint of irritation or annoyance, which was nice at the time. However now you were kind of regretting the fact that Ace was so sweet. You wanted to but it was hard for you to come out and say it…

You were hoping he’d make a move that you could react to, but besides kissing and cuddling, he’d never tried to go further. No wandering hands that you could push back into. And he’d never brought it up, after the first time. You were too shy to bring it up yourself so now you were caught in an awkward limbo.

Seeing Ace’s back ripple as he moved distracted you from your thoughts as you watched how the sun that managed to find its way through the leaves cast sunbeams across his skin, bringing out his freckles. Pops’ face grinned back at you. How you’d like to come up behind him, whisper in his ear and drag your hands purposefully up his torso. Make it clear how much you wanted him. Flushing at your thoughts you looked away. The forest the two of you were exploring was huge and dense, large plants were everywhere.

As you looked away you spotted a splash of color that interested you. Wandering closer, you pushed away some green fronds that particularly blocked it from sight and stared. It was a huge flower bud growing directly in the ground. But the thing that had caught your eye was even without blooming the under petals were still flushed a bright pink, looking so different from the many shades of green all around you.

“Ace! Come look at this!” You yelled, not bothering to tear your eyes away from the flower. What did it look like when it bloomed? You wondered.

“Wassup?” Ace asked as he bounded over. You pointed and he leaned over your shoulder for a closer look. “Cool flower! It’s huge!” There was a moment of silence as the two of you stood there. You felt Ace start to fidget and he was likely opening his mouth to say something when you gasped.

“Look!” You pointed. The flower seemed to be moving. Then it slowly unfolded, large blushing pink petals unfurled to gently brush against the ground. It looked lovely and when small little puffs started dancing in the air from its center you smiled wide. “Oh!! How pretty! They almost look like your hotarubi don’t they Ace??”

“Are you saying my super cool attack looks like pollen??” You couldn’t help but laugh at the indignant tone in your boyfriend’s voice.

“You have to admit it kinda does look like it!”

“It does not!!” As the two of you stood there, lightly bickering, the pollen drifted all around you, almost like snow. You frowned. Your body was starting to feel hot. Your throat got dry, and you tried to swallow. What was happening? Ace’s voice faded in the distance as you blinked a few times, trying to figure out the sudden shift in your body.

A hand covering your forehead brought you to the present as you heard Ace calling your name. “You’re flushed, everything okay?” You knew Ace couldn’t feel your temperature, not unless you were super cold but as he moved his hand from your forehead to your cheek, the gentle caress made you whimper. Although feeling hot already, his hand felt like a brand, even hotter than it normally was.

“Feel hot…”

“Yeah? Shit. Okay, maybe you’re having an allergic reaction? We should get you back to the ship, fuck maybe I…” Ace’s voice gets drowned out by the rushing in your ears. You watched his lips move, the words lost to you, all you can focus on is the flash of his slightly crooked teeth and you wonder how they would feel biting down over your skin. Marking you, making you his. You shiver, and feel your pussy start to get wet at the thought alone.

Ace bit his lip and something within you snapped. You lunged forward, lips crashing against his and teeth clicked together. Your hands came up to grab his shoulders before the fire burning in your veins forced you to move them down and over his skin. Ace tried to open his mouth, possibly to ask you something, but you didn’t let him pull away just forced your tongue inside.

It was wet and messy, drool getting everywhere but you were to far gone to care. It was like you needed Ace to quench your thirst. Your hands couldn’t decide where to land, roaming his body as you pressed in close.

You could feel the fact that Ace was hesitant, accepting your advances but doing nothing about them either and that angered you. Didn’t he see you needed him?! Nothing else could cool this fire raging within you like he could. Hooking your foot behind his heel you tripped him and followed him down.

Stars shot across Ace’s vision as he blinked rapidly. The sudden trip had confused him, but he had let himself fall so you wouldn’t get hurt. Banged his head a bit but he should be okay. Luckily he was able to get his arms wrapped around you so you should be alright. Or well, shouldn’t be injured on top of whatever was going on with you…

The thought trailed away as he looked down and caught sight of your face. Flushed and panting, you were staring at him with such desire he felt his stomach clench.

“Aceee,” you drew out his name with a whine and his nostrils flared. Fuck. He had no idea what had gotten into you but it was uhhh, not good. You crawled up his chest, dotting his chest with kisses and his dick twitched with interest.

Bad timing!! He yelled in his mind but that didn’t stop his body from getting extremely interested in the proceedings, especially as you surprised him by licking across a nipple. Ace couldn’t resist a groan and his hips rose without him realizing it. You ground down immediately, and the both of you moaned together.

He stuttered out your name, trying to figure out what was happening before you started attacking his nipples with renewed ferocity, licking and biting at one while you brought up a hand to pinch and rub at the other. The harshness surprised him, you were normally so shy. It was difficult to think as Ace was reduced to a moaning mess, as you grinded against him. Fuck his nipples were sensitive and you apparently were trying to exploit that as much as possible. Finally you started licking and kissing up his chest which gave him a short enough break for his brain to think things through.

Quickly he flipped the position, so he was hovering above you. Immediately you wrapped your legs around his thighs and lifted up, probably attempting to rub against the very obvious budge jutting out from his shorts.

“Babe, what’s goin’ on with you?” Ace panted, keeping himself up on his hands as he tried not to touch your body. You sobbed, hands coming to trail down his chest, nails raking and leaving behind red welts.

“Ace, I need you, please I feel like I’m burning.” His concern didn’t abate at all.

“I really think we should try to sort this out…” Ace began before you groaned, sounding full of pain, your hand fisted in his hair and tugged, hard enough to make him wince. Okay this was weird enough to be concerning. He sat up across your thighs so you wouldn’t move too much and dug into his pocket. Pulling out his den den mushi he quickly made a call.

“Marco here,” a laid-back voice answered.

“Marco! I have a situation here!” Ace said quickly before launching into a long rant about what was happening with you. Your hands tried to make their way up his shorts and he kept having to switch the snail from hand to hand so he could pin them down. Eventually you stopped and Ace was able to focus more on the conversation. He finished his explanation and waited and the silence seemed to stretch.

“Hello?” Ace finally asked with confusion.

“Ace…did neither of you listen to the brief before you left yoi?” Marco said, voice a mixture of irritation and tired. A sense of foreboding hit him, as the hairs on the back of Ace’s neck stood up.

“Uhhhh…well…nooo?” He looked down at you for confirmation, but you were still flushed to your hair, pupils blown wide as you stared hungrily back and he quickly looked away. Talk about distracting, his mind muttered.

Marco sighed loudly. “Let me guess, the symptoms came on after a large pink flower opened? Or you saw some pollen in the air?”

“…Maybe?” Ace squeaked out, not at all relieved that Marco was able to guess it so easily. The sound of a belt unclicking made him look down to see your hands had found a new purpose and he felt blood rush into his cheeks. “Hey!!” Using one hand he grabbed your fingers. “Stop that!”

“It’s an aphrodisiac plant yoi.”

“A what?” Ace was so focused on the conversation he lost track of your hands and you got his zipper down. He grit his teeth but decided to ignore it. He was close to the answer here, he could feel it.

“Something that stimulates sexual desire. Are you not experiencing anything strange?”

“No?” Ace said, thinking hard. He wasn’t right? He felt normal—the thought was cut off and he yelped. You had finally gotten your hands into his pants and wrapped a hand around his shaft. Releasing a breath through his teeth he grabbed onto your wrist.

“It might be your devil fruit yoi,” Marco said without much emotion, sounding bored of the conversation already. “It could be burning the pollen in your system before it can have any effect on you. Maybe next time pay attention to the brief before you leave. Now if you’ll excuse me—”

“Wait! What should I do!?” Ace interrupted. The snail looked unconcerned.

“Just have sex. They’re on birth control, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“We—ah!” Ace bit his tongue so hard it bled, as he had invertedly loosened his grip on your wrist and you started stroking him.

The snail winced. “I don’t need to listen to this yoi. Have a fun time, see you on the ship,” Marco said before the snail clicked off. Staring at it with no small amount of fear, another stroke had him bucking up into your hand before Ace could think about it. You had worked his shorts down to expose more of his dick to the air.

Standing quickly he had to grab onto his shorts to prevent them from falling to the ground. Putting out a hand, he hoped maybe this would work.

“Babe, babe. You need to listen to me.” Ace watched as you sat up, looking like you hadn’t even heard him, just stared at him with the same amount of hunger in your eyes. Gulping, he kept going, “Listen we’re waiting right? Until you feel ready. I don’t want our first time to be, um, unwanted or whatever.” That would be unbearable, thinking that you might regret being with him.

You sniffed and before he could say anything else, you burst into tears. Ace blinked with surprise before he rushed to kneel in front of you. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?? What happened, did I say something?!” He asked, scared and worried at your sudden tears.

“I’ve been ready!” You wailed loudly and Ace stilled. You wiped at your face angrily. “I’ve been ready but too embarrassed to say anything and you never did anything and I didn’t know if maybe you didn’t want to anymore and I just—!” You started crying harder and Ace was quick to pull you into a hug.

Petting your hair he soothed you, rocking back and forth. “Shhhh, I’m here it’s okay. Don’t think that!” Ace pulled away just enough to wipe your tears and you sniffed again. “I was just waiting for you to say something like we agreed right? I didn’t want to push you or make you feel like I was pressuring you! I’d love to have sex with you! You’re super hot and sexy!” Ace almost slapped himself for how dumb that sounded but you didn’t seem to notice, the tears slowing.

“I’m just shy…I was hoping you’d say something…”

“Ah.” Ace rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m sorry then! I didn’t know, if I thought you wanted me to ask, I would have. Seriously I always want to! Or have wanted too, er…”

You rubbed your eyes, sniffing once more. You seemed to be done crying, which was a relief. You rested your forehead on his shoulder, and he ran a comforting hand down your back. He said your name lowly.

“I really care about you, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to upset you…” Ace felt horrible. He didn’t know what to do to make you feel better, he was trying to think of something, anything else he could possibly say to scavenge the situation when he felt your hands start stroking up his sides.

“Then maybe…we could have sex? It might not be super romantic but I feel like I’m…burning. I want you Ace, and not just because of this. But it does…make it easier for me to say.”

“That’s okay then!!” Ace said quickly, nodding along. As long as you were okay then he was okay. You smiled and seeing your eyelashes clumped together, still wet from your tears sent a little thrill through him. He pushed that thought away, with a flash of anger at himself before he focused back on you. “I just want to make sure you’re comfortable with everything!”

“I am,” you agreed easily. “So could we?”

“Yeah! Of course!!” Despite the strange way of getting here, Ace was still eager. He’d been wanting you, obviously. How could he resist with someone as amazing as you? But he had held himself back. He wouldn’t ever forgive himself for forcing you to do something you were uncomfortable with. Ace never wanted to be that kind of monster.

Ace kissed you, partly to distract himself and partly to get the mood back to something a little more…heated. You responded eagerly, moaning into his mouth and clinging to him. You pulled at his shorts and he kicked off his shoes, lips still glued to yours.

Wow but this would be difficult to try not to rush things, he realized as he drew back and you chased his lips. Already Ace could feel impatience tug at him, wanting to throw you onto your back and just shove his way inside. Groaning at the thought, Ace wiggled the rest of the way out of his shorts before he started undressing you.

You weren’t much help, but you were so responsive, mewling whenever his fingers brushed your skin. Ace grunted. Hopefully you were like this even without the weird pollen. He’d love to make you scream in his cabin, he grinned at the thought. Loud enough to get Thatch to pound against the wall that separated the two rooms. Oohh but that would be fun. Let’s see…

“Ace…touch me…” you whined as your hands caressed his dick. Ace chuckled and pressed a quick kiss against your lips.

“Sure, sure, lay back for me?” He chirped and you complied quickly and he groaned at the sight as you opened your legs without hesitation. Your pussy was already glistening for him. “Shit,” Ace wrapped a hand around his dick and squeezed tightly. He wasn’t going to last long at all, not if you kept this up. Begging and pleading with him while looking so fucking good. Trusting him so much. Thinking about how much you trusted him made him take a deep breath.

Ace was determined to make this good for you and he hurried to lay between your thighs. “Let me know if anything I do hurts okay?” He said as he pressed a few kisses against one thigh. You whimpered and nodded while you grabbed onto his hair with one hand.

“Please,” you said, and Ace closed his eyes against your face looking down at him with such neediness. Breathing in was a mistake, he could smell you with how close he was and he opened his eyes again. Pressing one finger against your folds, you bucked into it. You were drenched. Probably the pollen. Ace clenched his teeth with irritation. One day he’d make you this wet without even doing anything and it’d be because of him not some stupid flower…

A tug at his hair brought him back to the present and he leaned his mouth closer to lick a long strip against your core.

Both of you moaned. You tasted so sweet! Ace thought with amazement. Without wasting time he dug in, lapping at your center before dragging his tongue through your folds. Your hips rose to shove against his mouth and he smiled against you. Using one hand he held a hip, so you wouldn’t move too much, before finally dipping a finger inside you.

You screeched, sending several birds flying and it made him chuckle. You pushed against the finger as he ran his tongue back and forth over your clit, working the finger in and out of you. The slide of it was so easy Ace added another finger and you keened.

“Fuck you sound great,” he said against you. “Keep singing for me firefly.” Ace wasn’t sure if it was his prompting or if you were just that far gone, but it didn’t matter. You were loud, moaning and saying his name like a prayer.

Nibbling a little at your clit, you clutched at his hair. “More! Like that Ace, please!!” You begged and how could he refuse? Catching on that you were close, he doubled his efforts, fingering you faster as he lightly used his teeth on your clit. You fisted his hair tightly pulling him against you, as if he was going anywhere and Ace crooked his fingers, searching for that spot when….there! He sucked at your clit and you screamed hips jumping. Ace kept pumping in and out of you as you came around his fingers. Once you were finished and your hips stopped bucking against him, Ace sat up and withdrew his fingers. He couldn’t help but smile, feeling proud as he rubbed a hand against your trembling thigh.

“Want a break?” He asked, about to wipe his chin, your juices had completely covered his mouth; when you shot up and started licking his chin. Ace’s eyes widened at your enthusiasm, and he laughed as he let you go wild. Lapping against his face, when you licked across his lips, he opened his mouth and let you worm your way inside, as he pulled you against him.

Sitting back, he got you settled into his lap and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Feeling your stomach bump against his hard dick made him groan. Ace felt close to bursting, but you were still trying to suck every last drop of yourself off his tongue. When you finally pulled back from the kiss, Ace smiled widely.

“Feeling okay?”

“Hot,” you muttered but you smiled. “I want to keep going?” You said it like it was a question, as if he might refuse and he laughed again.

“Sure thing, I’m ready if you are.” You nodded quickly.

“Okay help me a bit? You gotta position yourself over me just a tad…” Quickly you unwound your legs from his waist and got your feet underneath you, wrapping your arms around his neck to help with your balance. Ace took his dick in his hand and gave a few short tugs.

“I’m not going to last long,” Ace warned as he used his other hand to wrap around a hip and guide you down. Once your wet and heat wrapped around the tip Ace groaned loudly. Releasing his dick, he used both hands to hold onto your hips. He wanted to slowly guide you down, let you get used to it, remember it’s their first time he tried to remind himself before you moaned and let yourself drop. Ace hissed as his dick was utterly encased by your cunt.

“Wait, shouldn’t you—FUCK!” Ace cursed loudly as you started bouncing up and down. Gods, but you felt amazed. Rubbing his dick in all the right aways, so fucking tight around him. Ace grit his teeth as his hands on your hips tightened.

“Ace you feel so good!” You groaned into his ear as you wrapped your legs around his waist again. His hands traveled to grab your ass and used it to lift you up and down. You whined loudly.

He wasn’t on fire, was he? Fuck he hoped not, but he couldn’t tell, his blood was boiling, as you moaned right into his ear. You probably didn’t even know what you were saying but your breathy mutters had his release coming even closer.

“Baby, shit, babe. I’m close I can’t—” Your hips rocked.

“Pleaseeeee!” You yelled and Ace couldn’t hold back anymore. Wrapping one arm tightly around your waist, keeping the rhythm, he used his other hand to grab your hair. Forcing your head back he gave you one hard kiss before he started kissing down your neck. Your nails dug into his shoulders. As he kissed his way down to the junction between your neck and shoulder, he took a deep breath, feeling his release pooling deep in his gut. Opening his mouth wide, he bit down; hard.

You jolted, arching your back with a loud cry. He felt your pussy clench around him and the band within him snapped. Burying his dick as deep as he could, Ace let himself go with a muffled groan; sputtering his load inside of you.

The two of you panted, coming down from the high. Ace twitched his dick and you giggled against him. You’d collapsed after you came, as if a puppet whose strings had been cut, leaning all your weight against his chest, head lolling on his shoulder. Feeling your pussy tighten around his overly sensitive dick made him hiss.

“Can you go again?” You whispered so sweetly into his ear, it sent a shiver down his spine. He pulled back and looked at you with surprise.

“So soon?” You nodded back with a sly little smile. “Sure, yeah! Just give me just a uhhhh—” He felt his eyes roll back as you clenched around him again.

“You need some time? I thought you could do anything Fire Fist,” you said. Pride immediately burned at him.

“I can! And I will, here I’ll show you!”

He was the life of the party, that you could tell even standing on the sidelines. To be honest, Starlings weren’t really on your radar. You hadn’t ever liked the idea of buying a companion like that. Yet watching Shanks at that long ago party, you felt like you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the picture he made, oozing confidence with every smile and laugh. You were utterly entranced and, for the first time in your life, you wanted a Starling.

But not just any Starling, this Starling.

When the owner had offered to share Shanks around (for a fee) you finally managed to drag yourself away from the gobsmacked oogling you’d been doing. You didn’t need to watch the expert way Shanks could flirt, you’d seen it all night. It would just break your heart to see him disappear into a room with a different person over and over again.

So when you randomly saw Shanks on a post about Starlings available for purchase you almost dropped your phone in your excitement. He was a 'last chance' offer, missing an arm and had some baggage apparently. He was noted as an alcoholic and previous owners had complained about his behavior before. This was his last chance as a companion. 

You couldn't care less about any of that and quickly put yourself down as 'interested' and waited with your heart in your throat for some sort of word back. When it came you could have combusted from sheer nerves. You had been accepted, sort of. Shanks was going around personally to the ones he had agreed to visit, seeing which one he wanted to make his 'forever home' as it were. 

None of that really mattered to you, you were given a chance and that's all you could have wanted. 

You paced your tiny studio apartment anxiously. When the doorbell rang you flew to the door, butterflies swirling in your stomach. You opened the door a little too fast and it banged against the wall, making you flinch. A deep chuckle made you look up and your heart skipped a beat. 

He looked just as stunning as the first time you saw him. Your eyes roamed his body, clocking the differences. You noticed the missing arm, yes, but also you were intrigued by the three jagged scars bi-secting his eye. You wondered what the story was there. 

Shanks smirked down at you, arm leaning against the upper doorframe, his wings taking up the space beyond, making him the only thing you could see. 

Not that it mattered, you only wanted to see him anyway. 

After a moment of silence, your eyes still trailing over his body, his smirk grew larger. "Gonna invite me in or...?" he trailed off meaningfully and you blinked before taking a step back with a small gasp. 

"Ah, I'm so sorry! Come in, come in." Once the door was shut, the breath got knocked out of your lungs as you were suddenly slammed against it. 

Shanks' arm was propped above you, wings boxing you in and leaving you with no escape route. You stared at him with wide eyes. 

"Now," he began, voice as smooth as silk, and you shivered as he reached out to hold your chin between long fingers. "Should we get started?" A thick thigh began to work its way between your legs and you squeaked. His eyes held you captive and for a moment you almost lost yourself. Goosebumps sprang up on your skin from where he touched you and that smirk was just so handsome. But something in his eyes bothered you before he began to lean closer. 

It was enough to snap you out of your trace and you put both hands on his chest (noticing how thick and hard it was—focus) and pushed him away. 

Surprise was the only thing that made him back up a few steps, confusion furrowing his brow. "I uh," you explained nervously, "I don't want to do anything right now. I wanted to show you around and maybe... get to know you first?" 

Shanks blinked a few times, stormy blue-grey eyes boring into you before he threw his head back with a laugh. He laughed so hard his body shook with it, feathers raining from his wings, long tail feathers swishing behind him. Finally he straightened and caught your eye, this time his smile felt genuine, not the way the smirk had before. 

"Is that so? Well then, give me the grand tour." 

That was the start of it all. A few hours later the anxiousness had faded away and you found yourself blabbering on and on as Shanks listened with a half-smile on his face. By the time you realized it was nearing dinnertime and that he should have left hours before, you asked if he needed to leave. 

His smile had widened, chin resting in his hand gaze intent on you as if you were the most interesting thing he'd ever seen. "No," Shanks had answered lazily. "Figured I'd stay here. As long as you were okay with that?" 

The heated look he shot your way made it clear he didn't expect you to complain. And you didn't, of course. No, you were thrilled in fact. It was everything you had ever wanted and never thought you could have. 

Months flew by. You absolutely adored having Shanks around, he was so relaxed and made you laugh. Sure, maybe he drank a little too often but from all the complaints you had heard—nothing came from them, aside from the drinking. He'd lost his arm saving a kid, he confessed to you fondly, and your heart swelled with feelings for him. 

Still, the two of you hadn't had sex yet. Shanks occasionally made little offers for it but quickly backed off when you gently refused. You knew what most companion Starlings were for but you never wanted him to feel like that was all you were after. More than anything else you wanted a companion and you were thrilled to have him as yours and no one else's.

The only thing Shanks really put his foot down (or taloned foot down as it were) about was sleeping on the couch. He'd pouted and whined until you finally gave in and let him sleep in your bed. You were worried it would lead to -ahem- other things but besides a couple of awkward wake-ups where you were wrapped tightly in his arm, body pressed against his and his erection pulsing against your lower back before you quickly slipped out of the bed, things were going great. 

Perfect even, you'd say. 

So when you opened your eyes one morning, sunlight bright against the ceiling shining around the drawn curtains you were momentarily puzzled. Your body was buzzing, pleasure fizzling over your skin and you shifted with a confused noise before something warm brushed over your core and you jumped. 

A hand held your hip in place so you couldn't go far and you looked down into Shanks' overly pleased face, resting against one of your thighs. You were bare from the waist down. 

"Shanks what—" 

"Darling," Shanks' voice interrupted and the nickname stopped you short, making your belly clench. He grinned before placing a kiss on the side of your thigh. "I've been putting out feelers and you've been ignoring them." 

You could feel how wet you were, how long had he been down there?! You tried to close your legs but his hand and head prevented you from moving. You nibbled on your lip and his eyes tracked the movement. 

"If you don't want to, we don't have to," he said very seriously and you shook your head.

"It's not that! I just didn't want you to feel like that's all I wanted from you..." you trailed off and Shanks relaxed with a chuckle. He had tensed while waiting for your answer. 

"Don't think that's an issue at all, sweetheart. You've been treating me like royalty ever since I got here." His smile had you smiling back without thinking. 

"You started moaning my name in your sleep," Shanks explained. "I just couldn't help myself." You felt yourself flush but his grin didn't fade, heat now sparking in his eyes. "So we good to go or you got any complaints?" 

"N-no," you managed to stutter out, rising to your elbows to watch him better. His grin widened. 

"Great. Problems with anything before we start?" When you shook your head, Shanks' hand tightened on your thigh. "What about biting or pain?" 

"That's fine," you answered, heart pounding in your chest and he cursed under his breath before turning his head and biting into the meat of your thigh. You jumped but there wasn't anywhere to go, not with his hand and mouth holding you in place. 

You whimpered a little when he pulled back with a sigh. He kissed the mark he left behind. 

"Sorry," Shanks cooed at you softly. "You're probably gonna end up with some marks after this. But first, let's take care of you, yeah?" 

Warm breath ghosted over your quivering folds and you shook right along with it. His lips closed around your clit and your eyes rolled back as you moaned loudly, feet dragging along the sheets. 

You could hear him chuckle, the sound rumbling through you before he started to suck with earnest. Your hands buried into red locks as your hips twitched towards his mouth. 

"Shankssss," you moaned. He moved from your clit to lap at your folds, tongue swirling and you could feel the roughness of his stubble rubbing on your thighs, making you shiver. Still, when he dipped his tongue inside, you whimpered at the feeling but it wasn't enough. 

Swallowing loudly, you tugged on his hair, and his eyes opened before he pulled back slightly. 

"Something wrong?" he asked and you stared at how wet his face was, covered in your juices. It made your stomach do a flip. 

"No," you said quickly before you cleared your throat. "Could you, uh... use your tongue?" 

Shanks' eyes widened before they went back to his measured expression, smile teasing. "Darling, I have been using my tongue." 

You groaned with annoyance, giving him one sharp tug. "You know what I mean." 

"Do I?" 

Feeling impatient start to flare, you wiggled your hips at him. "Shanks, please," you whined, high and needy and he sighed happily. 

"Anything to hear you beg like that," he said before diving back in. This time when his tongue slid inside it kept going and your back arched with a long drawn-out moan. 

Shanks didn't let up, just pulled his head back and let his tongue do the rest; long and thin it extended way past where his mouth should and you felt your release crawling up your spine as your toes curled. 

"Shanks, Shanks, Shanks," you chanted like a prayer, like the only thing you would ever want to worship and he managed to laugh, even fucking you on his long tongue as he was. 

It squirmed inside of you before pressing exactly where you needed it and stars exploded across your vision as you keened with pleasure. His hand lifted one leg over a shoulder and you quickly moved the other to follow. Feathers from his wings brushed against your feet and your hands clenched into the bed sheets tightly, knuckles turning white. 

"So loud," Shanks muttered with approval. 

You felt your release building as he thrust his thick tongue back and forth inside of you, the feel of it like nothing you had ever experienced. You sobbed out a moan in warning. 

"Yeah?" Shanks caught on quickly. "Gonna cum for me?" You nodded your head, too blissed out to speak, your hips chasing his tongue and thrusting to force his tongue deeper and harder inside of you. He did something special to make it rub against your clit. "Then do it, cum for me sweet thing."

It only took a clever harder press against your clit while his tongue rubbed against that spot inside of you before you screamed, body shaking like a live wire as the high you were climbing finally released. 

Distantly, you heard Shanks humming happily before his tongue slowly withdrew. You shifted, slowly dragging one leg off his shoulder but his hand caught on the other before you could slip it off and you froze, mind still foggy as you drifted in post-orgasmic bliss. That had to be the best you'd ever had. 

His tongue, feeling more normal, or well human, started to lap at your core and you batted at his head. "Shanks!" You tried to wiggle away, oversensitivity making it uncomfortable but he held you firm with his hand. 

"Hold on babe, let me have my snack." His eyes were filled with mirth. "You wouldn't want to skip out on breakfast would you?' 

You snorted out a laugh before relaxing back into the mattress and closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of his warm tongue caressing you so gently. 

Right as your body was starting to get interested in the proceedings again, Shanks withdrew. His arm snaked behind your back before he easily pulled you up, making you yelp with how unexpected it was. Your hands clutched at his shoulders as he settled you into his lap. 

You shivered at the feeling of his cock bumping against your stomach. He raised a red eyebrow at you. 

"Well?" he asked with a smirk. "Gonna hop on? I only have so many arms here you know," Shanks teased as the arm wrapped around your waist tightened. 

You huffed out a laugh but braced your feet against the bed, holding yourself up as you snaked a hand down to his cock. You gave it a single squeeze and thrilled at the answering hiss from Shanks before you lined it up with your entrance. When the head breached you, you groaned, letting your hand fall away. 

Teeth sank into your shoulder making you gasp at the pain as his cock slowly worked you open, as you slid down inch by glorious inch.

"Fuckkk." Shanks' voice was muffled against your skin as he bit down just a little harder before releasing your skin and placing apologetic kisses over the mark. "You feel so good, love." 

Before you could question that love your heart pounding at the nickname, your ass hit his thighs as he buried the last little bit inside of you. The thought was promptly forgotten as you threw your head back with a small scream, nails digging into the meat of his shoulders. 

Instantly Shanks' mouth was at your neck, sucking and biting, seemingly on a one track mission to give you as many hickies as possible. 

"Shanksss," you groaned, trying to pull away the little pinpricks of pain distracting you from trying to adjust to his length. His lips chased after you, leaving little frantic kisses along your skin.  

"Sorry, sorry, just one more? I can't help it, shit, you're so tight," Shanks muttered under his breath and your pussy clenched around him at the words and he groaned. "Keep doing that and I'll make it so you can't walk for a week." He pulled back just enough to look up at you with a meaningful gleam in his eyes. 

You fluttered your lashes at him. "You'd have to actually move first." 

"Hohhh? Think you can take it?" Before you could answer, his arm lifted you up before letting you drop and you scrambled to hold on as he set up a quick pace, hips slamming into you, your ass slapping against his thighs. 

The two of you moaned together, and you loved the feeling of finally, finally feeling him like this. His cock spearing you open, his arm keeping you close, nowhere to go except to just take him; it was amazing. 

His wings came around you, dragging feathers across your skin and goosebumps rose in their wake. You've never been with a Starling before but Shanks was truly making this an unforgettable experience.

The sounds of your lovemaking filled the space, groans and flesh slapping against flesh. 

Shanks sought out your lips and you opened up gladly. When his tongue worked its way inside, you barely thought about it, just instantly sucked it further inside, loving that you could finally taste him like this. All the while, his cock kept up a constant rhythm, arm wrapped like a band around you, holding you close to his chest. 

His tongue traveled around your mouth, mapping out every nook and cranny and you moaned, a hand cradling his cheek and feeling his facial hair rub against your palm. Then without warning the tongue forced its way to the back of your throat, making your eyes shoot open with a start as you gagged. 

Shanks' eyes burned into your own as he didn't stop, just thrusted his tongue in and out of your throat staring straight at you and tears started leaking from your eyes. Drool dribbled from your mouth and you struggled to breath. 

Now it felt almost like two cocks carving you open, one still thrusting into your pussy, so wet, the slide of it was easy and you could hear the sounds it was making, showing how turned on you were. Your eyes rolled back as you moaned around his tongue, the pleasure that had been slowly building was quickly cresting. 

You grabbed onto his hair and tugged as you let out another muffled moan, trying to warn him. One more constant slap, slap before he pulled you almost completely off his cock and then slammed you down making you see stars as you screamed one final time, your release rushing through you. 

Shanks' tongue withdrew as he gave a few more hurried thrusts, your body limp and leaning against his chest, nipples catching against his chest hair. You felt it as he came, burying himself deep as he groaned and you tried to catch your breath. You could feel hot cum splatter against your walls and you clenched automatically, making Shanks whine in his throat before he fell back against the bed, taking you with him. 

"Fuckkk, that was good," he announced, his hand trailing down to your ass and giving it a squeeze. You wiggled your hips, moving his cock around from where it was still buried inside of you and he laughed, giving your ass a harder slap. "Tease." 

"Look who's talking," you shot back as you raised your ass enough so his cock could slip out, covered in your combined juices. You let your body fall back onto his chest, feeling his cum begin to leak out of your used pussy. 

"Maybe," Shanks replied. He shot you a look and heat crawled down your spine by how filthy it was. "I gotta make up for lost time, after all. When can you go again?" 

You couldn't help it, you burst out laughing, hands stroking along his chest, reveling in the fact that you could to do that now. That would you be able to for the foreseeable future. 

"As soon as you want," you said at last. "Gotta make up for lost time right?"