"How long do you intend to pretend to be the Shanks i knew?" Buggy wanted to say that bc Buggy hated how Shanks acted like nothing happened between them. Not that rainy day, not 20+years being separated. But Buggy didn't expose Shanks bc Buggy also wanted to stay young & foolish a bit longer.
The breakup with Buggy, the shattered dream, the Celestial Dragon mission, the lost through years, the responsibilities, the arm that was bet for a future. There's no way Shanks could stay the same person after all of that.
Maybe Shanks pretended still being the same person in front of Buggy or in those 20+years,🍶pretended to be someone else, not himself, but personas that everyone expects him to be.
I talked to God, he couldn't get me higher (shanks x f!reader)
summary: sometimes, the first time you do something comes unexpectedly. at least, to you.
warnings: smut, fingering, oral sex, first time squirting, established relationship, no use of y/n. mdni.
word count: 1658
a/n: yes, I was listening to "the first time" by damiano david when writing this - that's where the title comes from. considering that it revolves around the first time reader does something specific, it seems fitting!
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“Wait, wait, wait”, you said, supporting yourself on your elbows to get a better view of the man between your legs.
As you so often did, you found yourself at his mercy in your shared bed. After a party, when he had oh-so-not-innocently began kissing your neck, you two were a mess of hands and kisses on the hallway all the way into the room. Your chambers were lit by the moonlight and came alive with your whimpers and his groans.
Shanks propped himself up the best he could, given his missing arm. In his face, the look of pure adoration remained, with a slight tingle of worry. You weren’t one to interrupt him during such pleasurable activities in your shared bed.
You chuckled, letting out some air, half embarrassed. He lifted an eyebrow, now more curious than worried.
“I think I have to pee?”
“Was that a question, love?”, he replied jokingly, kissing the inside of your tight, hand still on your core. Your entire body trembled at the action, the hairs in your arm lifting with the shiver that made its way down your spine.
“I don’t know”, you replied, looking into his eyes. “Something’s different”.
“Bad different?”
“No… Just…”, you tried to articulate, throwing your head back into your pillow, “Different”.
Shanks let out a small hum at your words. He always looked so beautiful from this angle, red hair disheveled and skin somehow glowing. Truth be told, his beauty was always godlike, but in moments like these, when he was so deeply yours, something shifted and the etherealness became real and even more precious.
You lifted yourself up again, looking at him when he spoke. “How about you talk me through it, hm?”, he offered, kissing you once more, causing a small moan to erupt from the back of your throat, “And if you feel something bad, you let me know”.
He was the more experienced one out of the two of you. And you trusted him completely. If he was so at ease — not that his lightheartedness was unusual, but he always took your worries into consideration —, that meant nothing bad would happen to you. So, you decided to agree, nodding your head.
The smile he gave you made any doubt fly out the window.
The second he put his mouth back on you, your core tightened again. He made it look so simple. You let your head fall back, focusing only on Shanks and how damn good he made you feel.
Every movement of his was calculated, based on what he knew you liked. Each finger perfectly positioned — he used two to open your pussy and reveal your clit so his tongue could work its magic, another one helping with some pressure.
Once you had asked him what he did down there that was so amazing, to which he replied the trick was making different movements: the alphabet, circles, using only the tip of the tongue and then the whole thing.
Right now, as your hips lifted and your legs tried to close — stopped by his head —, he replaced his tongue with his fingers, rubbing small circles with just the right amount of pressure to your clit.
“Talk to me, baby”, he murmured, kissing your thigh again and then using it to support his cheek. Such a pretty face. “How does it feel?”
“It’s good”, your voice was high-pitched and low at the same time, as you tried to understand what it was you were feeling, “I feel… hot”.
“In a bad way?”
“No, in an I-think-I-might-die-in-a-cool-way”, you replied, lifting your neck to meet his eyes. A mischievous smirk spread through his face as he dove back between your legs like a man starved.
The way he ate you out was the way he lived: passionate, intense, unique. Each movement of his tongue was something no one could recreate, even if copying his technique step by step.
You felt the same urge again, as if you were about to pee or as if there was something liquid in you. The moan you let out was unholy, but it only fueled Shanks. He continued applying pressure and licking and kissing, his fingers and mouth working in unissound to drive you half mad.
“Shanks”, you called him, but he didn’t stop, only murmuring something to let you know he was there, that he was listening, “I feel that again, like I’m gonna pee”.
He raised his head again, but didn’t go too far. You could still feel his breath on your most intimate parts.
“Can you let go for me, love?”, he asked, his eyes shining like you were the One Piece itself.
His wish was your command. As much as you tried to help it, you were utterly helpless when it came to Shanks. You couldn’t fathom not doing as he pleased.
You nodded, and he smiled, and the world could’ve ended right then and there — but it didn’t. Oh, no, far from it. Instead, you felt as if a whole new life began the moment one of his fingers entered you, moving to stimulate that one spot in you, and his tongue found its way back where it belonged.
One of your hands gripped the sheets beneath you, and the other, that until now rested on him, flew to your face, covering your eyes.
Basic senses such as sight and smell became overwhelming. You couldn’t quite explain the feeling. It was a mixture of not seeing anything and seeing the whole starry sky above you on a clear night.
Perhaps you were making some noise, maybe you were completely quiet. You couldn’t really tell and you didn’t really care.
When Shanks inserted a second finger in you, you were a goner. Something inside you snapped like a rope that had been stretched too tight. You’d had amazing orgasms before, from all kinds of stimuli. From penetration to oral sex, even anal sex, you were able to cum from Shanks’ ministrations rather easily.
But not like this.
It was different, for sure. Longer, more intense. You thought for a fraction of a second that you’d died and gone to Heaven.
As you came down from it, you noticed your legs were trembling and air felt rarefied.
You opened your eyes slowly, letting the moon light creep in and reality settle. For a second, you weren’t really sure where you were. Your core still felt tight, like you could orgasm again just from someone blowing some air at your clit.
Were you going insane?
You found Shanks’ eyes, those beautiful eyes of his, and realized his smile was bigger than usual.
“Your smile is creeping me out”, you said, when you finally felt like you wouldn’t pass out from the effort of formulating a sentence.
He smiled, climbing the bed to kiss you.
When he did, you broke away to look at his face — really look at his face.
“Why are you so wet?”, you asked, tracing a thumb on his lips.
“The question is why are you so wet”, he replied, still smiling like a psychopath. “Touch yourself”.
You were taken aback at the command. Not because you wouldn’t do it, but because he had never been so forward after eating you out like this. He would tease and joke rather than command and dominate. But then again, he had never eaten you out to this particular outcome.
One of your hands moved downwards between your legs, still looking at him, and your eyes widened when you felt the mess the inside of your thighs and the sheets beneath you had become.
He laughed at your reaction — endearing, not making you feel ashamed. Nothing he did was ever to embarrass or harm you in any way, even if your cheeks flushed every now and then.
“Did I…?”, you began asking, to which he only nodded. “And did you…?”, you continued, to which he kept nodding.
“You’re so delicious, my love”, he said, leaning down to kiss you.
The thing with Shanks was: he didn’t have an arm. It was nearly impossible for him to be on missionary, on top of you like this without falling down at some point, particularly at the moment he lost track of himself because he was too immersed in you.
So, you didn’t really mind when his chest met yours. You just smiled, and he huffed.
He moved, laying by your side now, on his back. “Did it feel good?”.
You snorted, shocked that he asked that after you came with so much intensity it looked like you were being exorcized. “Take a wild guess, buddy”.
He laughed too, raising his arm to rest his forearm on his forehead. Always so beautiful, like a prince of the stories you heard as a little girl.
You turned your body, laying on your side to look at him — really look at him. The scars, the sunburns, the marks of battles and the life he lived before he met you. All of it.
He looked back, beneath the hand that covered his eye. “Now who’s creepy?”
You jokingly kicked him, amazed at how you could move your leg after cumming like that. After squirting like that, for the first time ever. You’d thought it was a myth, to be honest. But, with Shanks, even the wildest, most fanciful stories came to life.
You felt happy, energized and deeply in love. There was no feeling that compared to being so physically and emotionally connected to someone — so much so that for a second there it was as if your souls would merge.
You leaned forward to kiss him, as he made his way towards you too. Before your lips could touch, a loud knock at the door came from outside. You both looked towards it, confused. It was the dead of night, after all.
From the other side, came Benn Beckman’s voice in a yell.
