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lockes-woods · 10 months ago

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A Birthday's Gift

Instead of celebrating their birthday as planned on a developed summer island, the reader is stuck on the Red Force after their plans derailed. While it wouldn't have been bad normally both their partners are busy. Mihawk is hard at work recording the inventory and planning the order for their next restock and Shanks as always is strapped with captainly duties and charting their course after the crucial restock. The reader tries their best to not be a brat under the guise of receiving a special birthday surprise from their partners after dinner.

Warnings: anonymous sex, oral (m/f receiving), doggy style, face fucking, cock warming, PIV, spanking, mating press. (let me know if I missed any)

WC: ~6900

A/N: This is a Mishanks x Reader / Reader x ? fic. I started writing to celebrate my own birthday last Friday. It kinda got away from me while I was writing it and is over 24 pages. It's very self-indulgent and the details of the reader reflect me instead of my descriptions of normal vague attributes. It is written in the third person and all compliments/ descriptions of the reader are more male-leaning (ex. they are called handsome). I hope you enjoy it. It was really nice to write just something for myself for once. ^-^

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They could feel a deep warmth spread through their body as they lulled between being awake and asleep. The ever-present rocking of the ship encouraged them back to sleep. That was until a spark shot through their core dragging them back to consciousness. A moan pulled from the depths of their throat as their brain attempted to interpret the foreign stimulation. Their eyes snapped open, still hazy from sleep. The second they saw the vibrant red mop of hair situated between their thighs there was no question about what was going on. A gasp escaped them as they involuntarily ground their hips forward chasing the sensation of Shanks’ fingers pulling back only to immediately be thrusted back into their warmth. They could feel the coil deep within them tighten fast despite not being fully awake. Their hand reached down and found a home threaded through Shanks’ thick locks. A shiver wracked through them as he nipped playfully at their clit. Their loose hold on his hair tightened as they held him flush against their pussy as they attempted to keep him as close as physically possible without suffocating him.

“D-Daddy,” They moaned, “Please, I gotta cum,”

In lieu of answering Shanks doubled down on his efforts not only by speeding up his thrust but also by sealing his lips around their clit and flicking at it with his tongue. A broken cry cut through them as their orgasm came crashing down on them.

“Fuck, Daddy!” they cried loudly; not caring who could potentially overhear them. While they were mindful and even a bit timid when it came to their relationship with the captain when it started, they were now ways past feeling any sort of shame. They would have never lasted this long in the relationship if they ever let their embarrassment hold them back. They had learned that on their first night between the captain and the swordsman. The couple had been shamelessly open about their attraction towards the younger pirate. Whether it was Shanks pulling them onto his lap during celebrations or the ever-present fixation of Mihawk’s eyes on them to deter other suitors it worked. While they did manage to last a fortnight avoiding their ploys, they were only human and quickly succumbed to their advances. The only thing keeping them away, was their will to prove that they earned their spot on the Red Force and were not granted passage solely from the captain’s favor. After their first fight with an enemy ship, it was no longer a question of why Shanks had allowed them into his crew.

A whine escaped them as Shanks sucked another hickey into their plush thighs, bringing them back to the present. It joined the myriads of other marks down there that were at various stages of healing. A smirk stretched against Shanks’ face as he pulled back to sit on his knees. He looked utterly debauched as he wiped the combination of their slick and his spit off his face with the back of his hand. While they shouldn’t be surprised at this point, they were somewhat shocked by the cum stain where Shanks had been rutting against the bed trying to find enough friction to get off. They panted as they pushed themself up on their forearms as they attempted to recover from their wake-up call of an orgasm.

“Happy birthday, handsome,” Shanks greeted, voice still thick with sleep.

“Thanks Daddy,” They responded shyly as the blanket that was barely covering any of their modesty slid off to the side. Despite the amount of time, they had been together Shanks’ eyes still shamelessly raked over their body. They could feel a blush surfacing on their face as he took in their curves normally hidden from the world by layers of oversized clothing and the daily binding of their chest. If it were anyone other than him and Mihawk they would feel objectified and dysphoric. But there was no mistaking the love and admiration in Shanks’ eyes as he gazed down on them.

“Where’s Sir?” they asked, fully sitting up against the headboard.

“He went to get us something to eat before he’s locked into prepping for the order and organizations of supplies when we port with Beck.” Shanks started, crawling up the bed, one leg on either side of their right leg and right palm resting next to their head. “I’m so sorry we weren’t able to port today baby; I know how excited you were to explore the town with me and Sir,”

“It’s okay Daddy, that storm we got stuck in came out of nowhere and that skirmish with that other crew threw us off schedule too.” They responded, unintentionally drawn to Shanks’ lips.

“Still,” Shanks started, breath fanning over their face, “You’re always such a good boy, I’m sorry we won’t be able to celebrate how you deserve.”

“Daddy, you know that doesn’t matter to me. As long as I’m here on the ship with you and Sir I’m content.” They said, flexing upward to share a chaste kiss with Shanks. They moaned at the taste of their release. Before he was able to breach their lips with his tongue, they were interrupted by the heavy sound of the captain’s quarters opening and closing.

“Morning Sir,” They greeted, perking up from Mihawk’s presence.

“Good morning, Darling,” he greets back placing a tray of two coffees, three bowls of porridge and what was left of the dried fruit and nuts onto the desk. He knew they preferred a bland breakfast to not upset their stomach early in the morning. Which worked out well with the rations of the remaining food from their last supplies intake. A gasp escaped them as Shanks pulled them against his chest as he now sat propped up against the headboard. Mihawk placed the tray on their lap before perching on the side of the bed to feed them.

“I-I can feed myself,” they stumbled, as Mihawk tore into the nuts and dried berries and mixed them into the porridge.

“Do you not want me to feed you?” Mihawk asked picking up the spoon.

“N-no it’s just,” they sighed looking away.

“Yes,” Mihawk encouraged.

“It just you both baby me enough already,” They started, avoiding eye contact, “It’s kinda makes me anxious about what the others think when I’m being doted on by either of you. Especially in front of the crew.”

“Darling,” Mihawk said, gently cupping their face and tilting it up to force them to meet his gaze. “You know that’s how we show our love and affection. Have the others said anything negative towards you?”

“No, it’s just-it’s just the looks I get when either of you go out of your way to do things for me.” They confessed, finally making eye contact.

“Love, we can deal with reigning in our behavior outside of here later. But while we are in private will you let Sir feed you?” Shanks asked.

“O-okay,” they agreed, they were beginning to feel warm with this ever-lasting blush staining their cheeks. Mihawk hums in response, releasing their face in favor of scooping up some off the porridge and toppings into the perfect bite. They opened their mouth without prompting as Mihawk delicately fed them. Shanks rested his chin on their shoulder keeping his arm fully wrapped around them.

“Good boy,” Mihawk compliments as they swallow the last bit of their breakfast. They bit their lip to suppress a bashful smile. Only once they were done did either man acknowledge their coffee and their own breakfast.

“What are you up today, Captain,” They ask, teasingly glancing over their shoulder at Shanks. They could feel Shanks member stirring to life against their back at the mention of his title.

“I’ll be charting the course for after the restock.” He answered, playfully nipping at their ear, “But I suppose that really just depends on whether or not you are a brat today. I’m always happy to move my schedule to make time for your punishments,”

A whine escaped them at the thought of being disciplined.

“But I’ve been so good,” they whined.

“We know baby, and we’re so proud of you. But you do have a tendency to get bratty the longer we are at sea without docking anywhere. And this has been the longest time without docking we’ve had since you joined.” Shanks said.

“If you’re good today we have a special treat for you tonight,” Mihawk said, pressing a kiss to their forehead, before pulling back and collecting the dishes. He made his exit back to the kitchen leaving Shanks and them alone.

“What kinda surprise is it?” they asked, turning in his lap.

“Be good and you’ll find out,” Shanks answered with a smirk as he pulled back from their embrace. They pouted as they watched Shanks dress himself, he pressed one final kiss to their forehead before heading out to fulfill his captainly duties. They groan falling back on their shared bed. It was barely ten in the morning; they had no idea how they were gonna last without disrupting Shanks or Mihawk’s jobs. They didn’t even have any tasks to do because they had finished their weekly chores days prior. They sighed to themself as they willed themself to shower and put on real clothing to leave their cabin. They opted to climb up to the crow’s nest and offer to take the remainder of the morning shift as the lookout. Luckily when they got up to the crow’s nest Lucky Roux was more than happy to let them take over, especially while breakfast was still being served. He gave them an affectionate pat on the head, and a hurried ‘Happy Birthday,’ before descending down to the deck.

The next few hours were quiet, which while no news on the lookout is good news, it wasn’t helping with their boredom. If anything, it made it worse. For a moment it looked like there may be another ship on the horizon, it was actually just a pod of whales coming up for air. They were elated when it finally came time for the 2nd shift watchmen to relieve their post. Yasopp greeted them with more happy birthday wishes and an affectionate ruffle of their hair before he took over and they descended back to the deck. The entire climb down they argued with themself if it would be bratty to pull Mihawk aside to have some lunch together. They knew that the restock was crucial and that he and Beck needed to do inventory to restock accurately. Any miscalculations could cost them not only money, but their lives if they weren’t careful.

They opted to go down to check and see if he had had lunch yet or if he needed any help. They descended to the lower deck at a leisurely pace. They still had ways before dinner and even more time till dessert and the reveal of their surprise. They truly had no idea what it could be. They already expected it to be a party, considering their fellow crewmates never gave up a chance to live the night like it was their last. It felt like it might be sexual, but it could also always be something more mundane like a book. But they doubted that Shanks or Mihawk would withhold that from them considering the time they’ve been at sea. They were so in their head they almost ran straight into Beckman as he was walking from one room to another with a barrel balanced over his shoulder.

“Watch out half-pint; I’ve squashed bugs bigger than you.” He grunted, pushing past them.

“Beckkkk,” they whined following him away from the auxiliary storage room to the main one on this deck, “It’s my birthday, you’re not allowed to be mean to me.”

“Is that right, pretty boy?” Beckman grunted, placing the barrel down, before leaning back against it. Even with his slouched posture and slight bend in his knees he easily towered over them. “What exactly are you gonna do to stop me? You gonna go cry to your Daddy about it?” he asked with an amused smirk, pushing his hand back through his silver locks. The slightest bit of skin on his toned stomach came into view as he stretched. They unintentionally puffed their cheeks out as a blush colored their face. While they had always had a teasing relationship with Beck, they were never not affected by how casual he was about their sexual relationship with Shanks. They had only been seeing the couple for a little over a week when Beck switched to referring to Shanks by his name or position when they were around him. Instead, he would call him, ‘their Daddy,’ no matter what company they were in. It was especially embarrassing when other crews were around.

“Darling, are you bothering Beckman?” Mihawk called out from below.

“Yes,”

“No,” They answered simultaneously with Beck. Mihawk gave them a warning look as he peaked up from the staircase below.

“Shut up,” they groaned at Beck.

“Darling you are aware if you distract any of the crew from their positions today you won’t get your surprise,” Mihawk said, in a warning tone.

“I just came down to see if you had lunch yet,” they said in their defense.

“It’s three in the afternoon, have you not eaten yet?” Mihawk asked, tone dark with command. It was the same voice he used when punishing them in the bedroom.

“No?” they answered cautiously.

“Go to the kitchen this instant and get something to eat,” Mihawk ordered,

“But-” they attempted to start before they lost their voice at the sight of Mihawk’s intense glare.

“Fine,” They sighed.

“Good,” Mihawk said descending below to the next deck. They dragged their feet as they made their way over to the staircase to go up to the deck.

“Good boy,” Beck called after them, smirk clear in his tone. They shot him a glare over their shoulder, opting to flip him off in case Mihawk was still listening in. They always hated that Beck affected them so much. Outside of his friendly bullying, they would be pained to admit how attracted they were to him. It felt like something was wrong with them. He was like the definition of a silver fox. They couldn’t help their intrusive thoughts about what it would be like under him. He was half a head taller than their partners and wider set. He could easily throw them around. Something about older men who could easily break them always turned them on. Maybe there was something wrong with them.

Their thoughts were interrupted when they got into the kitchen, they were quickly pushed back out with a sandwich and their canteen filled with fresh water. The kitchen crew made it abundantly clear that the kitchen would be closed until the festivities started later that night. They backtracked to their cabin to eat and read for a bit. Once they were seated at their desk, they practically inhaled their sandwich only now being hit by their hunger. Afterwards, they laid on their stomach on the bed propped up by a pillow under their chest, and began to read one of their favorite erotic novels. They were so familiar with their well-loved copy that it was easy to jump to read through all of their favorite scenes. They unintentionally bit their lip as they flipped to the second to last sex scene in the book. The main character was being tossed around like a rag doll as their partner easily bent, stretched, and stuffed them. They sighed to themself as they began to feel themself getting wet. While they would never trade their relationship with Mihawk and Shanks for the world, they did have this not-so-hidden desire for them to be rougher in bed. Every punishment was delicately formed to keep them within their limits, never pushing past that. The closest they could get to the rough fucking they wanted was when either man was jealous. And even then, it would only result in an ache in their core and an abused clit. On the rare occasion that happened, they were always doted on extra the following day in an unneeded apology. The frustrating part was that the couple were both rough with each other when they fucked without them. When they slept together Mihawk and Shanks were always putting them first whether it was making sure they came first or double-checking in on their comfort level.

Another sigh escaped them. They really had nothing to complain about being able to be in a well-communicated and safe relationship should be enough for them. Even if their punishments never contained the rough impact play, they craved and were more based on edging or total orgasm denial they should be content. This was the first relationship they had ever been in where felt this level of unconditional love. They couldn’t help but feel guilt that they were a little ungrateful. They tossed their novel back in the footlocker at the base of the bed to switch it out with one of their favorite mystery novels and made their way to the upper deck where the charting room was to check in on Shanks.

It was only a quick few-minute walk from the captain’s quarters to the navigation room. They only had to walk up two flights of steps and down a long hallway to be at their destination. They knocked on the closed door, shifting their weight from foot to foot as they waited for a response. They debated internally if they should just leave. They knew Shanks was busy, but they found themself longing to be in his presence. Even if it was just silently sitting in the same room, they would be able to satiate their need for him.

“Enter,” Shanks beckoned, snapping them out of their thoughts. They took a deep breath before pushing the large heavy door inward. It was at times like these that it became apparent the ship was built for someone of Shanks’s size. They poked their head around the door to gauge Shanks’ reaction before entering. To their relief Shanks’ serious face morphed into a smile at the sight of them. Taking that as a good sign they slipped in and pushed the door closed once again.

“Hey baby,” Shanks greeted pushing back his chair as they wandered over to him.

“Hey, Daddy,” they shyly responded standing in front of him.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked, smiling down at them warmly.

“I just-I just missed you,” They responded, a fresh blush coloring their face, “I was wondering if it’d be okay if I sat with you?” they asked looking up at him.

“Of course, baby,” Shanks responded with a smile, as he pushed his chair back more to accommodate them. They crawled up into his lap and slid backwards so that their back was to his chest. Shanks rested his chin on their shoulder as he went back to charting their next route. They tried to focus on their novel, they really did, but between Shanks’ every exhale hitting their ear, the warmth he naturally emitted, and the woodsy smell of his aftershave they lost focus on the book and closed their eyes. They rested against him for a few minutes before getting slightly antsy. They weren’t able to sleep or focus on their novel. They let out a disgruntled huff as they tried to decide their next move.

“Sweetheart?” Shanks asked in a neutral tone.

“Yes, Daddy?” they responded.

“Are you feeling, okay?”

“No, Daddy.” They answered truthfully, “I just wanna be close to you, but this isn’t enough.”

“Oh? And how do you recommend us getting closer?” Shanks asked in his trademark teasing voice.

“I wan-I need you in me,” They responded trying to be conscious of their tone and not sound too whiney,

“Okay,” Shanks said shifting his weight backwards against the chair.

“Okay?” the responded not expecting Shanks to give up on the task so easily. A squeak escaped them as Shanks’ hand pushed up their top and grabbed onto their waistband.

“Daddy?” they asked in an unsure tone.

“Yes, baby?” he asked as they automatically lifted their hips allowing him to push down their pants to their knees.

“What are you doing?” they asked cautiously, as they felt his cock begin to stir awake behind them.

“Getting you ready for my cock,” he answered, encouraging them to spread their thighs so that he would have easy access to their core.

“But what if someone comes in,” They gasp, as he traced his fingers up and down their slit.

“I’ll scoot in so that no one can see us,” he answered, easing two fingers into their heat. He began to scissor and stretch his fingers, pulling a moan from them, “Plus do you think anyone would really be surprised by finding us like this?”

They inadvertently clenched at the mention of being found out.

“Oh? Would you like that baby?” Shanks asked, teasingly, “Would you like for someone to catch us in a compromising position?”

“N-no,” they whined, “I don’t want anyone else to see me like this,”

“Oh? Not even a certain first mate?” he asked, easing his fingers out as he began to slowly push his member up into them. The mention of Beck caused them to clench again. A whine escaped them at the sensation of the deep stretch of their walls to accommodate his dick. Instead of answering his accusation, they began to suck his pointer and middle fingers into their mouth. They let out a content sigh through their nose at the feeling of him bottoming out. Shank eased his fingers out of their mouth, wiping the saliva-covered fingers on his trousers before picking up the pen and continuing his job of mapping out their next route. They focused on their breathing as they willed themself to not grind down on Shanks’ length. They were at a loss on how to respond. They weren’t sure what would come of it if they answered honestly. If they lied, they doubt that Shanks would believe them.

“Would it be bad if I’d like that?” They asked hesitantly, as they focused in on the map scrawled out in front of them, avoiding eye contact. They could feel a deep hum vibrate through Shanks’ chest against their back.

“Of course, not baby,” Shanks said, setting his fountain pen down once again, “Liking someone in that way is innate, it’s not something you can ignore. As long as you communicate well with me and Sir I don’t see an issue with pursuing those feelings. Before you joined Mihawk and I would occasionally have one night stands either together or separate.”

“Why did you stop when I started on the Red Force?” they asked.

“Because you fulfill all of our desires love; there’s no need for anyone else.” He answered simply, “If you wanted to pursue Beck in any capacity, I doubt Sir or I would have a problem with it as long as you’re being communitive. As long as you come back to us, I don’t see an issue.”

“O-okay,” they answered as they attempted to wrap their mind around what Shanks had just told them, “So you’re not mad?”

They were thrown off by the deep chuckle that vibrated through Shanks’ chest behind them, “No love I’m not mad,” he started pressing a kiss to the top of their head, “We’ve been aware of your crush for a while now, we just wanted to go at your pace and not bring it up til you were ready,”

“Oh,” they responded, somewhat dumbfounded.

“Just let us know if you are planning to do anything with him beforehand, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” they replied, shifting slightly to share a chaste kiss with the captain. They stayed like that for a while, until it was almost time to start the festivities. They took care of Shanks’ not-so-little problem while in the shower. Before Shanks could return the favor Mihawk joined them. Both men were all over them granting as many orgasms as they could fit in before the water got cold. The water going cold was exactly the wake-up call they needed to keep them on track. The throuple could have easily stayed in there all night long.

They opted for a slightly more feminine outfit than they had originally planned. They had been on the crew long enough to feel comfortable expressing themself in any style of clothing without the fear of being misgendered. They opted for a matching set of high-waisted flowy floral shorts and a pink cropped button-down with excess fabric that they could tie into a bow at the bottom. They styled their messy dark short curly hair into a little less messy quiff and opted for some simple silver star shaped stud earrings with a matching necklace of the Virgo constellation.

Dinner was eventful as always; the crew ate through the feast like a pack of hungry boars. They didn’t know if it was just their heart-to-heart with Shanks, but they felt like Beck’s eyes had barely left them during the whole meal. For a meal that sat from edge to edge of the table it was easily consumed within a half hour. The night really began to start when the more musically inclined crew members broke out their instruments and the reserve booze was brought up to the main deck under the guise that they were ‘making room’ for the supply intake in the morning. While they spent the first hour together with Shanks and Mihawk they wandered away from their partners as they almost always did at these types of celebrations so that they wouldn’t get overstimulated so early into the night.

They perched themself up against the rails as a pleasant breeze cut through the air. While they had a beer at dinner, they didn’t really care for it, instead, they opted to have some of the sangria that sat in the center of the dessert table. It was sweet and light on their tongue. Much to their dismay the band did remember to sing them happy birthday before getting completely shitfaced. Their face felt like it was on fire as the entire crew sang together to wish them a happy birthday. After they were finished, they joined the crew in a cheer before everyone went back to whatever they had been doing. They placed their glass on one of the now empty barrels of booze before retreating to their quarters to give themself a moment alone so that they could last as long as possible tonight. Once inside they placed a damp wash cloth on the back of their neck to help with how warm they had gotten under everyone’s attention. They had just sat down at the desk in the captain’s quarters to take a swig of water from their canteen when someone knocked at their door. They cocked their head to the side as they opened the door to a slightly drunk Mihawk and Shanks. Shanks had developed his telltale sign of drunkenness with a dark blush formed across his cheeks. While Mihawk was harder to read in general, there was no other reason the tips of his ears would be pink without involving alcohol.

“Why did you knock?” they asked in an amused tone, opening the door wider.

“Cuz it’s time for your present,” Shanks said, slightly louder than necessary.

“Oh? And where would it be?” They asked, glancing around them into the hallway.

“Before bringing you to your present we need to talk about some ground rules,” Mihawk answered, guiding them back inside their shared quarters.

“Okay?” they answered perching on the side of their bed.

“Tonight, we’re gifting you with an experience.” Mihawk started,

“What kind of experience?” They asked.

“We got you a man,” Shanks interrupted, receiving a glare from Mihawk.

“Did you hire a sex worker?” They asked utterly confused. They had been at sea for months. They knew everyone on the Red Force, and as far as they were aware no one was selling their body.

“I don’t think so?” Shanks answered vaguely, “I think they have to be paid to be considered that. The surprise volunteered.”

“Okay, and the surprise would be?” They found themself asking again.

“We know that we don’t fulfill all of your sexual preferences. So, we found someone who wouldn’t mind ‘using’ you.” Mihawk explained. They could feel a new blush surfacing.

“I-I’m not unsatisfied. You didn’t have to do this.” They said slightly panicked that they had somehow made their partners feel insecure.

“Love we care for you deeply, and because of that we don’t feel up to being as rough as we know you’d like us to be,” Mihawk explained.

“You can always not go forward.” Shanks interjected, “If you’re uncomfortable or simply don’t want this you can always turn us down.”

“If I were to agree to this, what would it entail?” They asked shyly.

“Well, you would be able to know who it is or wear a blindfold to keep your surprise’s identity a secret.” Mihawk started, “We’d drop you off in their cabin and collect you in the morning after they have used you to their satisfaction. They have already been briefed on your safe word and nonverbal signals”

They bit their lip as they sat with this information for a moment, they could feel their blush crawling up their face to their ears. They could feel themself getting turned on at the idea of being used.

“Okay,” They said looking up at their partners, “I’ll accept.”

They were met with two satisfied looks.

“Would you like it to remain anonymous or do you want to know?” Shanks asked.

“I want to keep it anonymous,” They answered quickly. They were met with a curt nod from Mihawk as he grabbed their eye mask and gently secured it to their head, making sure there were no gaps that would allow them to see. Then one of their hands reached out and gently grasped their hand. They were led into the hallway, only tipped off by the heavy sound of their door shutting behind them. They tried to keep track of where they were going but found that they were immediately lost. It became apparent that Mihawk and Shanks must be taking a detoured route to confuse them. After what felt like ten minutes of walking, ascending steps, and descending steps they were finally at their destination.

They were met again with the scraping sound of wood against wood as they entered the room. Before they could process the night ahead of them a rough calloused hand softly cupped their face and pulled them into a kiss that the surprise dominated. They let out a whine as he bit their lip, before bullying his tongue into their mouth. They were left gasping as their surprise pulled away from the short, but intense kiss. All they could gather so far was that their surprised tasted of heavy mint, almost like he had just brushed his teeth.

“We’ll see you later love,” Shanks said placing a kiss to their hair line as Mihawk pressed a kiss to the crown of their head.

“Be good darling,” Mihawk said as they left hearing the door scrape open and closed. Before they even had a moment to process things they were being stripped of their clothing. The first few buttons of their top were undone before the surprise grew impatient and ripped the shirt clean off their body. They were soon left in their matching underwear set of skimpy panties and a bra with a plunged neckline. A whimper escaped them as a medium-sided blade skimmed across their chest before catching on the center of their bra and slicing upward. He didn’t waste any time with their panties, opting to pull them clean off in one loud tear. They gasped in response, as their nipples hardened in the drafty room.

They let out a soft whine as he cupped their breasts and began to roll their already-hardened nipple to the point of discomfort. It was odd his right hand had callouses on his pointer and middle finger that his left hand lacked. They let out a gasp as his cock suddenly perked up between them. Whoever he was he was tall and well endowed. His member sat hardened against their upper stomachs, the tip reaching between their breasts. They could hear him shedding his own clothing at the sound of cloth hitting the floor.

He pressed hard against their shoulders and shoved them backward onto his bed. They bounced twice before he grabbed their right ankle in a bruising grip and dragged them back to the foot of the bed. They caught a strong whiff of cigarettes as they took a deep calming breath.

A whine escaped their throat as he tapped the head of his cock against their lips, spreading precum on them as he went. They stuck their tongue out giving his member kitten licks, before he grew impatient and began to shallowly thrust into their mouth. He quickly gained speed as his hand threaded through their quiff and grabbed onto their hair hard enough for them to feel a slight burn in their scalp. They were forced to open their mouth as wide as they could go as he began to aggressively fuck their throat. They could feel the corner of their mouth burn as he stretched them wider than either Shanks or Mihawk had ever done. They were just thankful they no longer had an issue with their gag reflux or it would already make an already uncomfortable situation worse. They let out a deep exhale when he finally bottomed out, their nose pressed into his pubic bone. They mistook his stillness as an act of kindness before he grabbed their right hand and wrapped it around their throat. Their eyes widened beneath the mask as they felt just how deep he was inside of them.

Another whine formed in their throat, the vibration pulling a groan from their surprise at the inadvertent stimulation of his cock. He began to pull back and thrust in at a brutal pace. Their mind felt hazy as they attempted to figure out who was fucking their throat. It had to be someone both Mihawk and Shanks trusted, at least enough to leave them alone with them. The scent of cigarettes ruled out some of the crew, but not by much. They tried to wrack their brain about what would cause such specific callouses. Their thoughts were interrupted as a low groan escaped from him, as he released down their throat. Their senses were overstimulated by the hot release of his bitter seeds. They breathed heavily through their nose as they did their best to take his load. While they were able to take most of it, there was no way they could swallow all of it. The bit that they did not successfully swallow was immediately pushed back into their mouth. They gasped for air once he had finally pulled back his now limp cock. They panted softly as their breathing evened out. Before they could fully catch their breath, they were flipped on to their stomach. One of his hands pushed them down into the bed between their shoulder blades, while his other held onto their hip keeping their lower half exposed up in the air. The surprise let out a low whistle as he nudged their legs apart giving him a front-row seat to their now exposed pussy.

They found themself gasping as he thrusted two fingers past their entrance without warning. They were acutely aware of his calloused fingers thrusting and curling within them. They couldn’t help but moan shamelessly as his fingers curled and swiped against their front wall. They could feel their orgasm quickly approaching as his girthy fingers hit places within them that they could only dream of reaching. The motion he used felt akin to pulling a trigger on a gun. A gasp escaped them as the realization of who their surprise was. Before they could process their new discovery, they inadvertently called it out through a loud groan.

“Fuck, Beck,” They whined pushing back against him to get as much stimulation as possible. A deep chuckle sounded off behind them as he held a firm grip on their waist to keep them stationary as his fingers sped up.

“Figure it out already, pretty boy?” he grunted, speeding up his thrust. They could only whine in response as their orgasm approached at a rapid speed.

“What was the tip-off?” he asked playfully.

“Callouses,” They gasped, a loud moan pulled at their vocal cords as their orgasm crashed against them. Beck let them ride out their release before prodding any further.

“Callouses?” he asked as they basked in the afterglow of their first orgasm.

“From your gun,” they panted, trying to pull themself back together, “You’re the only one on this crew that smokes, favors guns, and that Shanks would trust enough alone with me.”

“Huh, you’re smarter than you look kid,” Beck said both to praise and insult them, easing his fingers out of their cunt.

“Plus, you just fingered me.” They added.

“Oh, and how does that give away who I am?” he asked.

“You didn’t fuck me right away. You gotta wait to get hard again.” They responded in a know-it-all tone. They yelped as Beck smacked their pussy hard instead of responding right away. They thought they were safe until he landed two more slaps against their lower lips each harder than the last.

“You got a smart mouth,” Beck said, tone tight.

“Yeah, the fuck you gonna do about it?” they snarked back.

“I’m gonna fuck the attitude out of you,” Beck grunted, thrusting into them without warning, “But I bet a slut like you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

They gasped against the sudden intrusion, before holding their ground.

“We’re gonna be here for a while if we gotta wait for you. Unless you popped some pills before we started,” they said, a smirk clear in their voice as they doubled down. They didn’t have a moment to react before Beck’s hand came down on their ass hard before swinging back down on them in the same instant backhanding their other cheek. They felt not only the swift pain from his palm but also the welts beginning to bloom where his rings had landed on their backside. They let out a pained cry, as tears pricked their eyes.

“Fuck,” Beck groaned at their walls sucking him in and clenching tight around him from their pain, “I can’t believe how many times I’ve had to listen to Shanks go on and on about how you’re their good boy. Maybe that charade works on them, but I know what a brat you really are. You’re just a slut for attention. Fuck I wonder how many crew members you’d let fuck you just to be the center of attention.”

“N-no one,” they gasped as his fleeting patience subsided as he pulled all the way out and thrust back into their heat at a breakneck pace.

“Baby there’s no reason to deny it. You’re such a slut you were gonna let anyone from the crew fuck you if it meant you getting your way.” Beck grunted, his pace never letting up.

“Fuck, Beck,” they moaned, mind growing hazy, “I don’t want anyone else.”

“Is that right?” he grunted in response, the sound of him pounding into them from behind filled the room. A loud smack was heard each time his pubic bone slapped against their ass.

“No,” they moaned, trying their best to stay balanced on their forearms while his brutal pace only grew faster, “I just want Sir and Daddy an-and you” they fought to get out.

“Really?” he grunted,

“Yes,” they cried in response, “I’ve had a crush on you since I joined.” They confessed as their walls began to spasm, moments away from their orgasm. They toppled over the edge squeezing Beck hard. He gasped pulling out seconds before he would have cum in their heat. His still erect cock pulse against their ass, as he panted. They whimpered at the empty feeling as they came back down to earth.

Before they had time to react, he flipped them over onto their back, tearing the sleep mask off them; only to reveal their watery eyes looking up at him through their lashes.

“You only want me and your doms?” he panted, cock pulsing against their thigh.

“Yes,” they nodded as tears escaped them from the overstimulation. He pressed a soft kiss to their lips. They moaned in unison as Beck once again filled them to the brim before he threw their legs over his well-defined shoulders and pressed up into them in a mating press.

“Well, I guess we better start making up for lost time,” he smirked looking down at them fondly, before snapping his hips back and into them again. They could only whine in response, their brain no longer capable of forming coherent thoughts. They stayed connected for the majority of the night, as Beck bent, stretched and stuffed them into delirium.

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A/N: Thank you so much for taking the time to read ^-^. If you follow my other stories I'm going to stop trying to have an update schedule and instead update when I can in no particular order. Work/applying to school is just making my schedule a nightmare.

Hopefully updating soon.

-Locke

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