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thepretentiousrizzmaster · 4 months ago

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P*RN STAR DANCING

pairing: shanks x stripper!reader

warnings: smut, fingering, shanks has a dirty mouth :3, unprotected piv, creampie, maybe a hint of breeding idk, tiny bit of overstim, lots of banter between shanks and reader, pet names (doll, sweetheart), bit of name calling (slut), mention of marking, liiiittle splash of possessive shanks, reader loves her job

words: 5.3k

a/n: tried to make this fit in the op universe as much as possible but if some things dont make sense go easy on me pls im just a girl :P enjoy

You step onto the dimly lit stage, the sound of your heels clicking against the floor drowned out by the music. The bass pulses around you, vibrating through every inch of your body. You've danced to this song countless times, yet each performance feels like the first. Every dip and spin comes instinctively to your body.

As you start to move, hips swaying and arms reaching above your head to grip the pole, you scan the crowd. The faces blur together in the haze of cigarette smoke and bright lights. But then your eyes lock onto one figure that stands out.

He's tall and broad-shouldered, his skin is sun-kissed–the kind of tan that speaks of years on the open sea–and his red hair almost seems to glow underneath the club's lights. He leans back casually against the wall, but his gaze never leaves you.

You’re used to being ogled. It’s part of the job, the way men’s eyes linger on your curves, their gazes hungry. But this stranger doesn’t look at you like that. His eyes sweep over you, taking you in, but there’s no leer, no crude appraisal. It’s almost respectful. And yet, there’s something in that look that feels undeniably dangerous, like he’s already undressing you in his mind.

"Hey, baby!" one of your regulars shouts as he holds out another wad of Berries. He’s been shoving bills into your thong all night, but now, he feels like a distraction. You turn toward him, leaning down so he can stuff the bills into your bra, but quickly move back towards the pole at center stage.

You spin around it, your body moving gracefully as you flip upside down. Your hair cascades down towards the floor, and for a moment, you feel weightless and free. When you come down, you land smoothly in a split, arching your back to show off every curve of your body.

As the music winds down and you gather up the scattered bills on stage, you catch sight of the redhead again out of the corner of your eye. He’s still watching you.

Once offstage and in the dressing room, you quickly pull on a dress over your stage outfit before making a beeline for the bar, keeping one eye on the crimson-haired man as he makes his way through the crowd. He's drawing attention, but he doesn’t seem to care.

As you reach the bar, you take a seat on a stool next to another dancer and lean in, whispering, "Who's the guy with the red hair?" while nodding subtly in his direction.

Your coworker follows your gaze and whistles lowly. "Damn, he's hot," she says before her eyes widen. "Oh shit, I think I know who he is."

She leans in closer, lowering her voice even more. "That's Shanks... as in the Red-Haired Shanks. You know–Red Hair Pirates? He's one of the Four Emperors!"

You stare at him in disbelief as he approaches the bar and orders a drink. Shanks turns towards you as if sensing your gaze. His eyes lock with yours and he grins.

"Mind if I join you?" He asks, his voice deep and a bit rough.

You're taken aback by the request but quickly compose yourself.

"Not at all," you reply, motioning towards the stool to your left.

“You don’t look like the type to frequent places like this,” you hum, leaning casually against the bar and signaling the batender for a drink. Your voice is teasing, but there’s an edge to it, a challenge.

He turns to look at you, and there it is again–that gaze. It’s intense, but you don’t look away. “And what type is that?” he questions thoughtfully.

“The desperate type,” you explain, tilting your head slightly. “The kind who walks in here looking for something they can’t find anywhere else.”

He chuckles, it’s a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “Maybe I’m not looking for anything. Maybe I’m just here to enjoy the view.”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by his response. "The view?" You repeat, your voice laced with amusement. You've heard it all before, but something about how he says it makes you curious.

You take a sip of your drink, your eyes never leaving his. He's got a way of making you feel like you're the only person in the room, like the music, laughter, and shouting are all just background noise.

"Oh, come on," you tease, "you can do better than that." You're trying to get a rise out of him, to see if there's something more to him. But instead of getting defensive, he just smiles.

"I meant it," he laughs. "You're captivating. Like a stormy sea on a moonless night."

You blink, surprised by his poetic comparison. It's not the kind of thing you usually hear in a place like this. Most men are more direct in their compliments–if they give any at all. You laugh, a little breathlessly. "You're quite the charmer," you respond, taking another sip of your drink while keeping your eyes on him.

As the conversation continues between you and Shanks, you can't help but notice how he listens intently to everything you say. His eyes never leave yours, and his smile is genuine and warm. You find yourself opening up more than usual, sharing stories about your life that you don't typically share with customers.

"Tell me," Shanks asks, voice laced with curiosity, "why do you dance here?"

You pause for a moment, considering your response. It's not a question many people ask. Most men who come through these doors aren't interested in why you're here; they're just interested in what they see on stage.

"It's fun," you reply finally. "And it pays well."

As you finish speaking, Shanks leans in closer. His eyes sparkle with interest, and he nods thoughtfully. "Fun," he muses softly, "I can understand that."

You tilt your head slightly, curious about his response. "What about you?" you ask, genuinely interested now. "What brings an emperor of the sea to a place like this?"

Shanks' eyes crinkle at the corners as he grins. "Just passing through," he shrugs. "Thought I'd see what the local nightlife had to offer." His gaze flickers over you briefly, and you feel heat rushing to your cheeks.

"Find anything interesting?" you ask, raising an eyebrow teasingly.

"Oh, definitely," he smirks. His eyes meet yours again, holding your gaze steadily.

You laugh at his response, the sound coming out lighter and more carefree than you expected. "Glad I could hold your interest," you tease.

Shanks chuckles, sipping his drink before setting it down on the bar again.

"So," he says slowly, "do private dances happen often here?"

Your breath catches for a moment before you realize what he's asking. You've had plenty of requests for private dances before, but something about this feels different. Maybe it's the way Shanks looks at you, or perhaps it's just because it's him asking.

"You want a private dance?" you ask nonchalantly, but inside, your heart is already racing at the request.

Shanks nods, his eyes glinting mischievously. "If you're up for it, of course," he hums.

You feel a shiver run down your spine at his tone, but you nod before you can second-guess yourself.

"Follow me."

You lead him towards the back of the club, away from the pulsing lights and pounding music. The kights in the hallway are dim, and you can hear the muffled sounds of other private dances behind closed doors. You stop in front of one door and turn to look at Shanks.

"Private dances are five thousand Berries," you say softly, your eyes meeting his.

Shanks reaches into his pocket, pulls out a 5000 Berry note, and hands it to you without comment.

As soon as the money changes hands, you open the door and step inside, motioning for Shanks to follow. The room is small, dominated by a single pole in the center of the floor. Plush couches in deep jewel tones line the walls, and there's a small table in the corner with two chairs tucked underneath it.

"Make yourself comfortable," you say as you close the door behind him.

Shanks moves towards one of the couches, sprawling across it casually..

"So," he says, observing the room, "what exactly does this private dance entail?"

You smile sweetly as you move closer to him. "Whatever I want it to," you reply.

Shanks chuckles at your response. “Is that so?” he murmurs, leaning back further into the couch. “I’m all yours, then.”

You take a moment to let your eyes roam over him, admiring how he looks underneath the dim red lights of the room. You step forward until you’re standing right in front of him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body.

“Let’s start simple,” you start, your voice soft but confident. “Keep your hand to yourself. For now.” You reach out and run a hand along the bare skin where Shanks’ shirt is open teasingly. He tenses slightly under your touch but doesn't move away.

"You're very obedient," you tease. "Most men can't resist trying to touch."

Shanks smiles lazily. "Maybe they don't know what they're doing," he replies.

"Maybe," you agree, chuckling softly. You lean in closer, your face just inches from his. "But you seem to know exactly what you're doing."

Shanks' eyes follow your every move. "I've had my fair share of experience," he admits.

"Oh?" you murmur, trailing your hand down his chest to rest on his thigh. His muscles flex under your touch. "And what kind of experience is that?"

"The fun kind," Shanks smiles.

You laugh airily. "The fun kind?" you repeat, tilting your head to the side. "Is that a pirate thing?"

You're not sure where the question came from, but as soon as you ask it, Shanks' eyes light up with amusement. "Could be," he replies with a hum.

"Could be?" You echo, raising an eyebrow. Your hand is still on his thigh, and you can feel the heat of his skin through his pants.

"Definitely is," Shanks corrects.

You're enjoying the banter with Shanks, and the conversation with him flows easily. There's an undeniable charisma to him that has you swooning.

Deciding to up the ante, you take your hands off of him and start swaying your hips slowly, keeping eye contact with him. His gaze flickers down briefly before meeting yours again, and you can see lust building in his eyes.

You slide onto Shanks' lap smoothly, straddling him with your legs on either side of his thighs. He's firm beneath you, solid muscle that flexes as he adjusts his position to accommodate you. It surprises you how easily you fit there, how natural it feels to be so close to him.

"Comfy?" you question, lips quirking up into a smile as you look down at him.

Shanks laughs softly, the sound rumbling through his chest where your body is pressed against his. "Getting there," he replies with a lopsided grin.

You start to move slowly, grinding down against him in small circles. Your hands come up to rest on his shoulders, fingers digging into the hard planes of muscle there just a little bit. Shanks' hand twitches slightly at his sides, like he wants to reach for you but remembers not to touch.

"How long do these dances usually last?" he muses, eyes fixed on your body.

"Depends on how much the customer pays," you reply. “Sometimes just for one song, sometimes for fifteen minutes…” You lean forward slowly until your face is inches from his once again. Your lips brush against his as you speak next. "But I’ll dance for you as long as you want..."

Your hips continue their slow grind against Shanks', moving in time with the muted beat of music that filters through the walls from the main club area outside this room. You can feel him growing harder beneath you with every roll of your hips.

Shanks' breath catches audibly when your lips press against the column of his neck. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath.

You smile against his skin but say nothing in response. Instead, you start moving faster now, grinding more firmly against him with each roll of your hips. You can feel how hard he is now through those ugly pants he’s wearing and it makes heat pool low in your belly.

"You're really enjoying this," Shanks observes after a few minutes more of the relentless motion of your hips. His voice sounds strained despite its attempt at nonchalance.

"Mhmm…," you agree without breaking rhythm for even a second.

You've lost track of time completely, but judging by Shanks' current state, this private dance has probably gone on longer than usual.

And yet, it still doesn't feel quite enough.

"Touch me," you say abruptly, grabbing his hand and bringing it to rest on your thigh where your dress has ridden up.

You guide Shanks' hand up your thigh slowly, pushing your dress up even further. You shiver slightly at the contact, and he notices, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"Like that?" he murmurs, his thumb brushing back and forth across the soft skin of your inner thigh.

"Yeah," you reply breathlessly, your hips moving faster against him now. "Higher."

Shanks obliges without hesitation, sliding his hand further up under the skirt of your dress until his fingers brush against the lacy edge of your panties. You gasp softly at the touch, your body tensing with anticipation.

"Fuck," Shanks groans as he feels how wet you are through the thin fabric. "You're soaked..."

He starts to rub your pussy through your panties with his fingertips, sending pleasure shooting through your body. You moan softly against him and arch into his touch.

Suddenly remembering where you are and what you're doing here in this room with him–dancing for money–you make a quick decision.

"Watch closely," you breathe hotly against Shanks' ear before standing abruptly from his lap. The sudden loss of contact leaves both of you panting softly.

Without taking your eyes off him, you reach for the straps of your dress and slide them off your shoulders slowly. The dress falls down your body to pool around your feet on the floor.

Shanks watches you with rapt attention, his dark eyes hungrily roaming over every inch of newly revealed skin. You can already see how affected he is by your body, his breaths come faster now, and a flush rises high on his cheekbones.

You step out of your fallen dress and kick it aside carelessly before turning to face away from Shanks. Reaching back with one hand, you slowly unhook the clasps of your bra before sliding the straps down your arms and dropping it to join your dress on the floor.

Your back is still turned away from him as you look over your shoulder at Shanks with a teasing grin. You can feel his eyes burning into your skin, and you know that right now, he's imagining what he'd do if you let him touch.

You turn fully to face him again after a moment, hands coming up to cup and lift the weight of your breasts slightly. Your nipples are stiff peaks begging for attention and Shanks' eyes zero in on them immediately.

"Shit," he groans again before running a hand down his own body and over the prominent bulge in his pants.

You giggle at this reaction before moving to straddle him once more. Shanks' hand comes up immediately, this time without prompting, cupping one of your breasts fully in its palm. He groans appreciatively at feeling all that soft weight in one hand.

"So fucking perfect..." He mumbles before leaning forward just enough to take one peaked nipple into his hot mouth.

The sensation of wet heat surrounding the sensitive flesh has you crying out sharply against him before burying both hands in his messy red hair to hold him closer.

Your hips continue moving steadily against Shanks as he works your nipple with lips and tongue, suckling and nipping gently until you're squirming with need against him.

When Shanks finally pulls back with a gasp, both of your nipples are glistening wetly in the dim light of the room.

You shudder slightly as cool air hits the wet peaks of your nipples, and you let out a small moan. Shanks looks up at you with darkened eyes, smirking cockily.

"Sensitive?" he teases.

You nod breathlessly in response.

Shanks’ smirk grows wider, and he leans in suddenly, capturing your lips with his own in a sloppy kiss. His tongue slides against yours, and you moan softly into his mouth.

His hand moves from your breast down your body to slide beneath the edge of your panties. You gasp as his fingers find your clit, rubbing the swollen nub gently.

You break the kiss after a moment to look down at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "That feel good?" Shanks asks breathlessly.

You nod in response, barely able to form words right now. Your hips are moving on their own accord now as you grind yourself down onto his skilled fingers.

Shanks chuckles lowly at your reaction before leaning forward again to take your mouth in another kiss. This time, when he pulls back, he nips gently at your bottom lip with his teeth.

The combination of his fingers playing with you and his lips on yours has you squirming against him within minutes. You're panting heavily now as pleasure starts knotting in your stomach.

Suddenly feeling too confined by what little clothing remains between you two, you reach down between both of your bodies to start fumbling with his waistband.

"Need these off," you breathe against his lips.

Shanks helps quickly in removing both your panties and his pants before settling you back onto his lap once more.

This time when your bodies meet, nothing separates Shanks’ hard cock from the wet warmth of your cunt. You both moan loudly as he rubs against you teasingly, the head of his cock catching against your clit.

You gasp sharply as you feel Shanks' hard cock rubbing against your slick folds. The sensation of him so close to being inside you has your hips moving restlessly, trying to bring him closer.

Shanks groans at your movement, his hips flexing up slightly to meet yours. "So eager," he murmurs against your skin before nipping gently at your neck.

The small sting from his teeth sends sparks of pleasure shooting through your body and you shudder against him.

"Need you inside me," you whine.

Shanks chuckles lowly against your skin before pulling away slightly to look you in the eyes. "Not yet, doll," he replies teasingly.

His hand slides down once more to cup your pussy and rub over your clit with his thumb. Your hips move faster now as you grind yourself down onto Shanks' skilled fingers.

He leans forward again, lips closing around one of your nipples and suckling firmly while he works two fingers into your tight cunt slowly. The combination has you crying out above him.

"Fuck- yes, that’s it, sweetheart..." Shanks groans around your nipple before switching sides–licking and nipping at your other breast.

Your body is starting to tremble now from the overwhelming sensation of Shanks’ touch. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second from his fingers working in and out of you in a slow, deep rhythm.

Suddenly Shanks curls his fingers inside you just right and rubs over that spongy spot deep in your cunt that has you fluttering around him. You scream sharply above him at the feeling.

"Yes, ngh! Shit- Just like that-" You cry out desperately, hips moving frantically now against his hand as he continues rubbing over that spot relentlessly.

Shanks groans lowly at the wet squelch your pussy makes as his fingers plunge into it over and over. He can feel your cunt clenching tightly around him, chuckling out a breathy, “Yeah? Is this pretty pussy gonna make a mess all over my fingers, hm?”

“Cumming- m’cumming! Fuck- fuck fuck fuck!” You babble, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you cum loudly on Shanks' hand, hips jerking erratically as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

You collapse forward against him as you come down, panting heavily as aftershocks continue rocking through your trembling body. When you can finally breathe again, you lift your head from Shanks' shoulder and look down at him with hazy eyes.

"S’good..." You pant breathlessly before pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss. Your tongue slides into his mouth, tangling with his. Shanks groans lowly and reaches down with his hand to cup one of your ass cheeks fully, fingers digging into the soft flesh there as he kneads it. You shudder softly at the sensation before breaking the kiss.

"Wan’ your cock," you whine, grinding down onto Shanks’ lap.

Shanks laughs and his hand moves from your ass to guide his hard cock towards your entrance.

The head catches against you as he rubs it teasingly along your slit, collecting wetness before easing you down onto him. You gasp sharply at the initial stretch from him entering you so suddenly, and Shanks stops after only a few inches inside.

"Too much?" He breathes against your skin.

"No," you gasp. "Jus' need a minute."

Shanks nods and stays still as he holds you close, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. After a few moments, once the initial stretch from Shanks’ size subsides, you start to move slowly above him. His hand moves to grip one side of your hips tightly, helping you ride him as he starts to match your pace from below.

You can feel Shanks' eyes on you as he watches you move above him. The feeling of his heated gaze has you bouncing on his cock harder.

"So fucking tight," Shanks groans, fingers digging into the fat of your hip. "Fuck, doll- this little cunt was made for my cock."

Shanks' voice is rough as he talks, sending pleasure coursing through your veins. "I knew from the moment I saw you up on that stage that this tight little pussy was meant for me. Knew it."

He punctuates his words with hard thrusts of his hips, fingers digging into your hip almost painfully tight now.

You gasp at the filthy words falling from his mouth, your cunt clenching around him.

"Y-yes- I was made for you," you whimper above him, your hips moving faster and faster. "I knew when I saw you too...this pussy belongs to you now."

Shanks groans deeply at your declaration, sucking one nipple into his mouth once more–suckling hard while he fucks up into you with deep thrusts from below.

"Fuck- yeah?" Shanks pants against your skin before switching sides and lavishing attention on the other neglected breast. "Gonna mark up these pretty tits so everyone knows who this sweet little cunt belongs to-"

Your breathing picks up as Shanks works your nipples with lips and tongue while his cock pounds into your cunt and you feel yourself starting to build towards another orgasm already.

"Gonna fill this tight pussy with my cum," Shanks mumbles drunkenly against your tits before nipping sharply at the soft flesh there.

His thumb rubs firm circles over your clit as he fucks into you harder now, hips snapping up to meet yours.

"Fuck yes- cum inside me," you gasp desperately above him, hips moving frantically against Shanks' hand as he works your clit while filling you up so perfectly with his cock.

You can feel yourself getting closer by the second, a knot of pleasure building in your lower belly.

"Shit- fuck- m’close-" You cry, head falling backwards.

"Close?" Shanks repeats against your skin, nipping at your collarbone.

You nod frantically above him, hands fisted in his hair as you grind yourself down onto his cock harder. "Yeah- fuck I'm so close..."

Shanks groans lowly before leaning back to look up at you. "Gonna cum on my cock?" He asks huskily, his voice strained by the effort of fucking you.

You whimper needily, eyes hazy and glazed over. "Yes- wanna cum- wan’ you to fill me up..."

"Gonna make a mess all over my cock? Gonna cum for me like the dirty little slut you are..." He purrs filthily against your neck as he works your sensitive bud.

His words have you keening, cunt fluttering around his cock.

"Yes- fuck yes!" You cry out sharply, his words pushing you over the edge. "Cummin’! Oh god- ‘m cumming!"

Your cunt clenches down around Shanks' thick cock as you cum loudly above him. Shanks groans deeply at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him so tightly.

"Good fucking girl," he breathes heavily against your body as his hips stutter inside you with each clench of your cunt. "Cum on my fucking cock like a good little slut."

His filthy words have you clenching even harder around him, pleasure wracking your body.

Shanks suddenly slams up into you, cock pressing tightly against your cervix, his fingers digging into the meat of your ass. You yelp at the sudden roughness, and then he's cumming too. You feel his thick cock pulsing inside you as he spills himself deep in your cunt.

"Take it," Shanks pants breathlessly against your ear. "Take my fucking cum- fuck this tight little cunt is milking me..."

You can feel him twitching inside you still as he rides out the last waves of pleasure. He pulls back to look at you after a moment, dark eyes hazy with lust.

"Fucking perfect," Shanks murmurs, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss–tongue sliding into your mouth sloppily.

When Shanks finally breaks the kiss after a few seconds, you're both panting softly against each other's lips. He reaches down to slowly pull himself from your swollen cunt, cum dripping out to coat his spent cock.

"Fuck," Shanks groans lowly, watching as more of his cum drips from your well-used hole to pool beneath you on the couch cushions. "Look at this sweet little pussy...so full of my cum."

He runs two fingers through it teasingly, collecting some on them before bringing them up to push back inside you gently. You shudder at the sensation, still sensitive from cumming just moments ago.

"Ahh! Ngh-" You cry out sharply, eyes fluttering closed.

"Mm? Sensitive?" Shanks teases, fingers plunging back inside once more.

You nod frantically above him, hands grabbing his wrist weakly.

"T-too much-" You whimper, hips trying to shift away from his touch.

But there's nowhere for you to go in this position straddling his lap with thighs spread wide open for him.

"Shit- too much- m'really sensitive," you pant above him.

Shanks chuckles mischievously before pulling his fingers from you slowly. You shudder at the sensation of them sliding back out of your swollen cunt. He brings his cum-coated fingers up to your mouth suddenly, smearing them across your lips teasingly.

"Taste yourself," Shanks purrs, watching your reaction intently. "Taste how fucking sweet this tight little pussy is."

You moan softly at the words falling from his mouth, and your tongue darts out instinctively to taste yourself on his fingers, licking them clean of your combined fluids.

"Fuck- you're so good for me, sweetheart..." Shanks groans, a smirk pulling at his lips.

You feel a flutter in your chest at the praise, and you smile down at him.

"I'm just glad you enjoyed yourself," you say softly, gently reaching out to run your fingers through his hair. "I have to say, I had a pretty good time myself."

Shanks chuckles lowly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looks up at you. "Oh yeah?" he teases, reaching up to cup your cheek in his large hand.

You lean into his touch, savoring the warmth of his skin against yours. "Definitely," you murmur, your eyes never leaving his. "I don't think I've ever had such a good time with a customer before."

Shanks grins up at you. "Well then," he says. "I guess that makes me a pretty special guy, huh?"

You can't help but laugh at that, continuing to run your fingers through his hair playfully. "I suppose it does," you tease back before leaning down to press a sweet kiss against his lips.

You break the kiss, smiling down at Shanks with flushed cheeks. "I should probably get back to work," you say softly, reluctantly shifting off his lap.

Shanks nods in understanding, reaching out to help steady you as you stand on wobbly legs.

You start to gather up your discarded clothing from the floor, pulling your panties and bra back on before reaching for your dress. Shanks watches you with hooded eyes as you shimmy into it, his gaze roaming over your body appreciatively.

"Looking at me like that won't get us out of here any faster," you tease over your shoulder as you smooth the dress over your hips.

"Can't help it," Shanks laughs. "You're a fucking work of art."

You roll your eyes, but you can't stop the small smile tugging at your lips.

"Well, thank you," you say with a playful wink. "But like I said, I should probably get back to work."

Shanks nods again, standing up from the couch and stretching his arms above his head, and you let your eyes roam over his body appreciatively as he does so.

"Thanks for a fun night," Shanks says with a grin as he pulls on those ugly pants of his.

"No problem," you reply with a smile of your own. "It was definitely more interesting than my usual nights here."

Shanks laughs at that before pressing one last kiss against your lips. "I'm glad I could spice things up for you," he murmurs against your mouth.

You're left feeling dizzy from its intensity when he breaks away after a moment.

"I hope we can do this again sometime," Shanks says, his eyes meeting yours.

You nod eagerly. "I'd like that."

"Until next time then," Shanks says with a wink before heading for the door. He pauses after a few steps though, looking back over his shoulder at you.

"Hey, doll?" he says softly.

"Yeah?"

"I really am glad I met you tonight." Shanks' voice is low, and he’s sincere as he speaks.

You feel your heart flutter in your chest at his words, touched by the sincerity behind them. "I'm glad too," you reply just as quietly.

Shanks nods, giving you one last smile before heading into the hallway. Your shoukders slump in disappointment as Shanks walks out of the room, already missing the feeling of his body against yours. But even with that disappointment, there's no denying the contented smile playing at your lips as you think about just how good he made you feel.

And really, who wouldn't be smiling after a night like this? You've had plenty of customers come through here looking for a good time before, but never has anyone left you feeling quite as satisfied as Shanks did.

You can only hope that it won't be too long until he comes by again…

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thepretentiousrizzmaster · 4 months ago

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Shanks: Wow, y/n, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

y/n: We literally slept together yesterday.

Shanks: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

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thepretentiousrizzmaster · 4 months ago

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Franky: Don't ever hurt my kid again. Yasopp: Your kid? Usopp is my son. Franky*helps Usopp stand* Go sit, boy. *Usopp walks back* Franky: Never again. You're lucky he's here. Because if it was for me I would beaten the shit out of you. You don't ditch on little kids.

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thepretentiousrizzmaster · 4 months ago

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ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION MEN + DICK HEADCANONS & SIZES

a/n. i wrote this last night at 5am while sleep deprived so the further it gets the more wack it gets LOL

cw/tw. f!reader, rough sex, blowjobs, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism, body hair, skinny penis, unprotected sex, for 18+ readers

MONKEY D. LUFFY

— 6.5” but thinks he’s average, so he doesn’t stretch it out with his abilities. not too girthy, but he makes up for it with his unrelenting stamina. it curves up against his stomach and leans left slightly. a little bit messy because he tried to shave it once and nicked himself, so he just settled with the hair. honey-toned towards the base and a deep red at the tip, especially when he’s raring to go.

— he wants to do it in every position, on every surface. he has you bent over the dinner table, one leg up and slamming into you mercilessly. he has you spread eagle in the bathtub, legs locked behind his back as he stuffs you full. it’s almost as if his dick is made for you, the curve perfectly abuses your g-spot as every orgasm overwhelms you, and you’re left a sobbing, babbling mess. he wants to know if he’s doing well, and he gets his answer when you chant “s— so, ah! good, fuck, d— don’t stop!” like a prayer.

RORONOA ZORO

— long, fat and heavy. he’s blessed with a stunning 7.3” length, though if anyone asks, he rounds down to make them feel more at ease. veiny. the mushroom tip is flushed purple, and it’s rests nicely on your tongue!! probably messy down there, he doesn’t see the point in shaving or trimming, but if you ask nicely, he’ll grunt, roll his eyes, and do it for you.

— you insisted that you didn’t need any prep, but as you straddled him, lining up your cunt with his cock, you soon realised your mistake. you have to spread yourself open, face scrunching up, and slowly sink down. he loves the feeling of your pussy walls fluttering as you start riding him. when your eyes flutter shut and your hips stutter, he takes control—holding you tight by the waist and fucking into you until you’re screaming.

SANJI VINSMOKE

— 6.4” and so so pretty. slender, with a pale shaft that leads into a rosy pink at the tip. it curves up and to the right. the carpet matches the drapes. he keeps it neat, though he probably doesn’t grow much hair anyway. he trims it once every few days, but he’ll never admit to it. smells the best AKA smells really clean, like soap.

— he goes crazy when you maintain eye contact and drop to your knees. you take his cock in hand, lifting it to run your tongue on the underside, tracing a prominent vein. you swirl your tongue around his sensitive head and his whole body is shaking, knees buckling as he chases that familiar high.

USUPP

— coming in at 5.8”, he makes up for it in his thick girth. when he jerks himself off, he can barely wrap his hand around it. he’s soooo sensitive that the wind can blow and he’s be hard. fat fat fat mushroom head that’s olive, golden-hued, and always oozing precum. heavy heavy balls. he might be clumsy and inexperienced, but his size alone is enough to make you drool. trims sometimes but only when he thinks he might get lucky.

— his hand grips your hair as you worship his cock, working magic with your mouth. as you jerk him off, you give small kitten licks to his leaking tip, tasting his salty precum. you whisper, “i want you” and before you know it, he has you pinned under him, rutting his thick cock into you desperately. his eyes are fixated on the way your cunt swallows him, and only strangled groans escape his lips.

BUGGY

— sorry buggy simps but he’s definitely a shower not a grower, though he still does comes in at a nice 6”! also, it’s ya boy, skinny penis. built like a tree branch but at least it’s really veiny, AND he knows how to talk you through it. so really, it might not be the most impressive but with his confidence when he’s fucking you? he’ll fuck you out and make you believe he’s 8” and 5”.

— he loves admiring your sopping cunt as it swallow him whole, your princess parts stretching to to accommodate his cock. he likes to fucks you. he presses you up against a window and fucks you from the back, choking you with his forearm and practically purrs, “taking me so well, ya dirty slut, fuckin’ cunt was made for my cock.”

SHANKS

— he doesn’t act like it buuuuuuut monster cock. it’s 7.8”, thick, and curved so much it slaps against his happy trail. let me tell you that when he sun tans, he does it naked. he lathers that horse cock up with sunblock and spreads eagle on the sand, hands behind his head, so he’s bronzed and beautiful. trims when he feels like it or if you ask, he doesn’t really think much about it.

— he doesn’t look like he’s putting in much effort when he fucks, barely breaking a sweat, but he has you writhing, hands gripping the sheets, eyes hazy and choking on your own spit. he knows what he’s doing to you. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing in delicate circles making you cum over and over again until you’re absolutely wrecked. when he’s close, he picks up the pace, grunting heavily, hips stuttering as he spills his seed inside of you. when he pulls out, he takes the time to finger fuck his cum back into you, your body shaking as you work through the aftershock.

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ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION MEN + DICK HEADCANONS & SIZES

a/n. i wrote this last night at 5am while sleep deprived so the further it gets the more wack it gets LOL

cw/tw. f!reader, rough sex, blowjobs, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism, body hair, skinny penis, unprotected sex, for 18+ readers

MONKEY D. LUFFY

RORONOA ZORO

SANJI VINSMOKE

USUPP

BUGGY

SHANKS

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Kinktober Day 24: Lactation

Endeavor (Enji Todoroki) x GN! Reader

Summary: Pregnant with his child, leaving Enji to take advantage of your leaking chest creating benefits for the both of you in doing so.

Warnings/Tags: Established Relationship, Smut, Lactation Kink, Pregnant Reader, Drinking breast milk

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Head drawn back, your eyes blurry, feeling Enji's cock burrowed deep into you, sparking every nerve in a wave through your body. Keeping you still with hands that burned hot, as did his kisses along your neck and chest, finding your nipples that leaked with milk.

Looking down, meeting Enji's intense eyes as his hot lips engulfed your nipple, then feeling as they started to suck while a hand squeezes your chest. Hearing a hum come from the hero as his eyes softened, drinking down your warm breast milk.

Enji having for nights worked around your growing belly to drink from your chest. Not only loving the sight of your belly growing with his child, but the benefits that came with it all—your high sex drive, glowing skin, and the milk that started leaking from your chest days ago. The man couldn't get enough.

Feeling as his hands burned hotter with every gulp, sure to leave surface-level burns the next morning that would be followed by him calling into work and taking care of you for the rest of the day.

This was your new ritual, enjoying the relief that his actions gave your chest having to no longer ache from being full of milk and also giving him a delicious drink. While drinking, he never moves as if ignoring that you were even making love just before, wanting only to focus on your chest and what it offered.

Finally, when your chest's milk lessened, he stopped turning back to fucking you into the bed, lips back to being bound to your neck and lips. Neither of you ever talked about it when morning came, having an unspoken understanding of double-sided benefits.

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Enji in bed 18+ MDNI

How would Enji be in bed? Post+pre atonement arc. Here’s what I think.

I think how he would be sexually before and after his “atonement arc” would contrast each other quite a bit.

Reader notes:

2k words. Not an experienced writer just have lots of creative thoughts I must get out of my overfilled brain.

Warning. My pre atonement Enji headcannon is rough and aggressive obviously so please do not read this if it will upset you. Post atonement I actually think he’d be quite sweet. Feel free to just skip to the post atonement arc Enji part if you prefer.

You can find all my Enji stories under the hashtag EnjiAria

During marrige-pre atonement:

Kinks. He most definitely probably has breeding kink and is rough. Definitely also has a “daddy”or “yes sir” name calling kink. He probably likes degrading his partner a bit in bed as well. Has a dacryphilia kink. Power imbalance kink. During his younger years/before his marriage becomes estranged he likes degrading.

Enji never liked to show his anger outside of his own home. He would often come home with pent up anger from his hero work and needed someone to take it out on. He usually liked relieving his stress sexually with Rei. Enji likes to start out being rough, then make you cum, then end with roughness again. He’ll start out fucking her roughly, not letting her have time to adjust to his length or girth, hearing her scream as he thrusted too fast and too deep for her. Pressing down on her back (if she was on her stomach) or hips (if she was on her back) to hold her in place. Watching tears form as she desperately tried to take him. He basked in her pain. He was also very experienced and always knew how to make a woman finish. Though it is no lie he does like quite a bit of pain and aggression he will never finish a session without making his partner cum. If they don’t cum he’ll get angry and threaten punishment such as relentless face fucking or anal. After he can tell she’s submitted to him by letting him roughy have his way with their hole he’ll reward his partner with an orgasm. He’s good with his fingers. He’ll still pound into his partner roughly but use his fingers to trace circles over your clit to make you cum. He doesn’t go gently, he works at a rough pace with pressure. He loves overstimulating his woman. He wants you to cum fast. As you cum he likes to grab your throat and make you tell him who your pussy belongs to, who your body belongs to, who owns you. Once you’ve finished he picks back up his pace. Balls deep slapping against you relentlessly. He’ll continue this pace, slap your ass and pull your hair until he finishes. As he fills you up he’ll tell you how perfect you are to breed. Once he finishes he’ll leave you there on the bed and go about his day with less stress now.

His dirty talk pre atonement era:

“You look so good carrying my children, it shows me who you belong to. You belong to me.”

“Take it, I’m going to keep giving you babies over and over again until your body breaks.”

“Crying already? You say you can’t take it but you always end up cumming so hard from this. You’re so filthy. You love it when I show you who you belong to don’t you.”

“That’s it, take it. Rip that cunt open on my cock. Let me breed you.”

“You’re such a worthless whore the least you can do is give me this.”

“I always love breaking you in.”

“Shh stop screaming it’ll only make daddy go harder.”

“If you don’t cum on me right now I’ll fuck your other hole and I’m not talking about your throat sweetheart.”

“You should thank me for getting you pregnant”

Outside of the sex he still liked intimidating his wife. Making sure she knew where she stood. Gripping her arm tightly when she displeased him. Not allowing her to leave the house or wear certain clothing. Watching her obey him out of fear turned him on. It always made him hard and she knew it. She could see it. (Later in life he definitely regrets enjoying that.)

Though he was not a good person in his younger years I don’t see him cheating at all oddly. I think he would be loyal and use his wife for sex only. He seems old fashioned I don’t think he would use toys for himself or for his partner. At most he might like tying her hands or her mouth with his work tie. He would also probably forbid his wife from touching herself sexually, wanting himself to be the only one to give her pleasure or pain. He wanted this for a few reasons, he was possessive and insecure she wasn’t allowed to think of anything but him. He also wanted her to always be able to get wet easily whenever he needed to relieve stress, get off, or breed her, he feared if she pleasured herself on her own she wouldn’t be able to take him as easily. If he ever found out she touched herself he punished her by bending her over his knee and spanking until she was in tears. Then making her get on her knees to apologize profusely before ordering her to suck him dry.

Hear me out…I’m so sorry but I feel like he’s obsessed with receiving rimming. Especially when he’s too exhausted to do too much to you. He would love just laying back gripping his fingers in your hair guiding your tongue over his ass while his legs are spread open. Or closing his thighs berrying your face in him causing you to go deeper into his ass.

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Post atonement era Enji:

First off he most definitely immediately got divorced. He felt immense regret for how he treated his wife and wants her free from him. He still holds love for her. He was never in love with her but he wants her to be happy he can’t move on and grow if they are still together either he fears it would make him revert back to his old ways. He built a new home for Rei and his kids to live in. He has as little contact with them as possible for their own sakes. He does his best to continue his growth in every way he can..including sexual.

Outside of marriage after the divorce Enji is gentle, sweet, no breeding kink but still very dominate.

Kinks. Praising, overstimulation.

Dacryphilia kink. (From pleasure not pain)

Caretaking/caregiving. Daddy kink.(not age play just likes taking care of you. By daddy kink I mean the name calling again not age play.)

His type. To me he doesn’t have a spesific type but prefers women smaller than him, tan skin, small or average chest, long hair. Being smaller than him Isn’t hard bc he’s big so almost everyone is smaller than him. If not that exact description he at the very least just prefers women with long soft hair. I could see him taking a liking to both submissive and dominate women but would prefer someone who’s a submissive bottom. Though he doesn’t like being as aggressive in the bedroom anymore he prefers to be the one doing all the work, the one pleasing his woman.

He does not want you to do anything to him. Sucking his dick, rimming, trying to make him come if you’re already finished. He wants everything to be about you. If you want to suck his dick or more you’ll have to beg him. He’ll allow it but only if he can see that you’re getting just as much or more enjoyment out of it than him.

He has deep regrets for how rough he was with Rei’s body. As a way to atone for that in his mind he wants to treat his current partner gently. He’s insecure he doesn’t know his own strength in bed, he’s not used to being gentle. Has to have you watching him at all times especially when he’s eating you out he needs to see your face to make sure he’s going a good enough of a job. He needs your approval constantly weather that be through words, moans of pleasure, or your eyes, anything to let him know he’s giving you nothing but pleasure. He would grow to be quite the pleasure dom in his old age. He needs you to cum constantly. He will always make you cum first. He LOVES overstimulating you, making you cum over and over again until you tell him it’s too much. He feels as though he doesn’t deserve to cum after everything he’s done. He would much rather make you cum, it’s enough to satisfy him mentally. Physically that’s a different story. But I do see him liking not finishing. It makes him feel like he’s edging himself and being good for not cuming because it should all be about you anyways.

I see him being with someone quite inexperienced who often can’t handle him going very long or deep so he’ll often not finish. He doesn’t want to finish by himself as he feels like it’s disrespectful to you so he’ll constantly edge himself for days from watching you feel pleasure until he’s finally at his breaking point and can finish as fast as you. He’ll still always make you cum first though.

After his divorce he immediately got a vasectomy he’s too scared of ever having kids again. He still loves filling you with his cum. He’s never used condoms and doesn’t like them. If you want kids he’ll decline but he will roleplay breeding you if you want.

Though he wants to be more gentle now he’s still slightly kinky. He still loves name calling “yes sir” “daddy”. He enjoys making you cry out of pleasure from cumming too much or out of pleasure from him being the first one to make you squirt. He loves light choking, gentle slaps, but nothing that will actually ever hurt you. He’s always constantly looking at your face to make sure you smirk or bite your lip after each slap to assure him that he didn’t go too rough. Dispite his fear that he’ll be too rough he’s actually is a lot more gentle with his partner than he realizes. His touches are so soft and gentle they wouldn’t so much as break an egg yolk. But because his partner is inexperienced they prefer this gentle edge to him. Being with someone inexperienced in my opinion would be a good fit. They wouldn’t push his limits by asking him to go rougher or trying kinkier things. He always fears loosing control and reverting back to his old self. Being with someone who needs him to always be slow and soft will keep him in place and help further his progress.

If his partner was a top he would allow you to have your way with him sometimes but ultimately at the end he would be right back on top of you fucking you on your back. I see him trying to be a bottom to please you but at the end of the day failing because being a top-dom is just in his nature.

Dirty talk post atonement:

“That’s it come on my fingers sweetheart I need to taste you after.”

“You taste so sweet. I can’t get enough. Think I can make you cum a 3rd time baby?”

“Shh let me do everything don’t you think about doing anything for me. Watching you cum is all I need I promise.”

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock sweetheart you’re spoiling daddy with this cunt.”

“Let me fill you up you deserve it after cumming so good for me sweetie.”

“Shh don’t worry daddy won’t go all the way in, I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll go easy. Gentle. I promise.”

“Look at me, keep your eyes on me or I’ll stop licking your pussy.”

“Tsk tsk sweetheart look at me if you want me to keep thrusting. I need to see it in your eyes that I’m doing good.”

“Is it too much? Tell me when you’ve had enough and I’ll stop.”

“Is this okay? Yeah sweetheart…right there? Like that?”

He would ask you not to touch yourself without him. He wouldn’t forbid it. He just wants you to come to him to feel pleasure. He would feel like he’s not doing enough if you feel like you have to use other methods to finish instead of waiting to use his body.

He’s old fashioned so he wouldn’t prefer using toys. Definitely not on himself. He wants you to be able to get you off with his body. Cock, fingers, tongue, nose tracing up and down your clit, anything. He would feel like he’s inadequate if he has to resort to toys to get you off. On the other hand if you wanted him to use toys on you or you using toys on him he wouldn’t decline. He’s wrapped around your finger he would basically do anything you asked no matter what it was.

Outside the bedroom. Preferred to be the provider. Enji loves to spoil you. He doesn’t want you to worry about anything, he has more money than he’s able to spend he would want to spend on you asking you to quit work and just do whatever you want. He wants to see you happy as much as he can. To be honest he does always tend to prefer a domestic relationship him being the provider and you being the homemaker but if he meets someone career oriented he will support them working. Just seeing you happy will turn him on mentally.

I don’t see him getting married again. If he got into another relationship he wouldn’t be expecting it or feel deserving of it. I think his next partner would be serious and life long (unless they ended it I couldn’t see him being the one to break it off) but at the end of the day he would be too worried getting married would make you feel trapped. Ending up being with him for the sake of ease instead of want. He wants you to constantly choose him everyday and not be forced to stay. It’ll reassure him that he’s still making progress.

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Endeavor: Whose turn is it to give the pep-talk?

Jeanist, sighing: Mirko.

Mirko: Fuck shit up out there, but don’t die.

Hawks, wiping away a tear: So inspirational.

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Endeavor: Just for the record, I don’t acknowledge you at this state, Deku.

Izuku, smiling: That’s okay! I won’t acknowledge you ever, you made Shouto’s life hell after all!

Izuku, walks away smiling:

Endeavor:

Bakugo: That’s his way of saying I hate you in the nicest way possible.

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He has that sadness in his eyes you only see in Eastern European gay porn

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Vulnerable

*Spoiler alert for newest OP chapters!*

Pairings! [Bottom] Figarland Shamrock x [Top] Female Reader

Warnings! This is pure smut. Reader shows Shamrock that it's okay to be vulnerable every now and then. Anal sex, anal fingering, pegging.

Note! I am incredibly nervous about posting this! So please be gentle, for i have never written this kind of smut before.

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It had taken a lot to coax him into this, and he had been nervous at first, but with the pleasure that numbed his mind and made his body feel like a live wire, Shamrock found he couldn't regret agreeing to this. Your hands are soft in his skin, fingers tracing over muscles and the scars that littered his body. Your lips soft as you trailed kisses down his back. Your fingers are gentle as you work him open, a liberal amount of slick lube to ease the way.

Shamrock's brow is sweaty, the muscles in his back flexing when you press a gloved finger deep, the tip touching something inside of him that makes sparks go off behind his eyelids. He groans lowly, and you reward him with a sweet kiss between his shoulder blades. One finger slowly turns into two, and you carefully drag them along slick walls, scissoring gently for something bigger than your slim fingers.

Having Shamrock like this, so vulnerable and open under you, is a heady, intoxicating feeling. He is always so stoic, strong, and nonsensical, a pillar of strength and self-righteousness that never fails to draw your attention. So you felt honored that such a powerful man allowed himself to be so open and exposed for you.

“Such a good boy,” you praise softly and press forward again, the tips of your fingers finding his prostate, stroking over the sensitive gland and grinning at the breathy sound of pleasure that he makes at the touch. You drag the pads of your fingers against that sensitive spot over and over again, your other arm reaching around his hip to wrap your hand around his aching cock, stroking his pulsing length in time with the push and pull of your fingers.

You want him to feel good. To know that it was okay to be like this with you. Shamrock was always so uptight, hardly ever allowing himself the pleasure of relaxing, but that is where you came in.

His cock is heavy in your hand, thick and slick with precum that has bubbled free and leaked down, staining the sheets under the holy knight. You grip the base, fingers pushing against his prostate with a harshness you've yet to show him, but it just makes the redhead shake and whine under you, eyes shut right and hands clenching the blankets.

“Are you close, baby?” You ask quietly, and Shamrock jerks his head in a nod, body tight with burning arousal, but you had asked him to listen to you before this started, and he was determined to do so.

“Yes.”

His voice is breathless, ragged through clenched teeth. You him softly to yourself and kiss his back again, smiling against his sweaty skin, “Just a little more, baby, and I'll let you come, okay?”

Shamrock grunts under you, nodding his head and arching his back unconsciously when your fingers drag away from his sweet spot. He gasps when you press forward again, that harsh touch exactly what he is looking for, pads of your fingers massaging his prostate, and making his cock twitch in your other hand. You withdraw again, pulling out just enough that a third finger could join the other two, before pressing back inside.

He keens at the sudden stretch, but the burn is hardly there with how well you have prepared him. You work your fingers further inside, stroking his walls and wiggling your fingers until you feel him relax once more. Your other hand keeps up a steady pace along his cock, hand rubbing up to cup his cockhead before sliding down to gently cup his tests, rolling them in your hand before grasping his length once more.

Shamrock feels that tension builds and builds and knows that he only has so much longer before he completely bursts. He presses back into you, and you meet him halfway, fingers insistent against his prostate. Your voice is a sweet murmur in the back of his lust ridden mind.

“That's it, darling. You can come.”

You work him through the orgasm, his passage clenching like a vice around your fingers and cock throbbing in your hand as he comes with a cry, mind going pleasantly blank as his seed drips down your hand and paints the bed below. You take your time pulling away, not wanting to somehow startle the redhead that is sucking in deep breaths under you. Your fingers slip free and you carefully climb off the bed, easily finding the strap-on that you'd left on the bedside table and fixing it in place, lip tucked between your teeth when you feel the toy slide inside you and settle.

Not wanting to leave Shamrock alone, you slick the toy with a liberal amount of lube and retake your place behind the holy knight. You press forward again, fingers opening him back up with ease before you grasp the silicone length in your hand and shuffle forward, the head of the toy dragging across his rim.

“I'm going to put it in now, is that okay?” You murmur and wait for Shamrock to hiss a quiet yes before you shuffle forward.

Your hands massage his lower back, fingers digging into the muscles that tense under you as you sink inside of him. It is slow going, but you eventually are seated fully inside of your lover, the tip of the toy pressed perfectly against his sweet spot. You whine a bit, the silicone dragging along your walls and making your lower stomach tighten with pleasure.

You set a slow pace, rocking back and forth as you seek your own pleasure, brow furrowing as you begin to speed up, the tip of the toy bullying against the redhead’s prostate. He is a moaning, muscled mass below you, your hips rocking back to meet you thrust for trust, teeth digging into his lower lip hard enough to break skin. Ecstasy floods his veins, and that familiar tension begins to build within him quickly.

“Love, please,” He groans, and you nod, brow sweaty and hands gripping his hips as you piston your hips, teeth baring as you lean forward, pressing your forehead between his shoulder blades.

“I'm close, too, baby,” you whine. The toy inside you drags against your own sweet spot every now and then, pleasure bursting down you back as your rhythm begins to falter. Your nails bite into the sensitive flesh on his hips, and that tiny bit of pain is what sends him right over the edge for a second time that evening. Shamrock snarls as he comes, back arching as he pants and groans under you.

You follow right after him, pussy clenching around the toy as you rock softly back and forth, milking his prostate and prolonging his orgasm until Shamrock is begging up to stop.

“Too much,” he whines, and you slow to a stop and carefully pull away from him. You shift your hips, slowly pulling out until the toy pops free with a wet sound. You fall to the side of Shamrock, hands clumsy as you take off the harness your wear and drop the strap-on to the side, uncaring of where it lands.

Shamrock rolls over so that he can face you, wincing when his back twinges in protest. He opens his arms, and you fall forward, face smashing against his chest as you breathe in his scent. You pull away after a second, hands snaking up his chest so that you can cup his face with both hands. You lean in, pressing your lips to his own in a sweet kiss before pulling away to meet his eyes.

“Okay?” You ask softly. You hope so, for if you hurt your dear lover, you fear that it would destroy you.

Shamrock graces you with a small smile, one big hand coming up to hold one of your own, “I'm okay, my love.”

You breathe a sigh of relief and drop your head to snuggle back against him. The two of you would have to clean up soon, but for now, the both of you were content to lay side by side, sleep just on the horizon.

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