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“How’s it going with you and that new little boy toy of yours?”

The question catches Shanks off guard only because they were in the midst of talking business. The sudden addition of Luffy has Shanks grinning, leaning back in his chair, happy the conversation has shifted to something much more enticing.

“He’s a dream,” Shanks praises, “I’m sure he could put that Law of yours to shame.”

Doflamingo frowns before scoffing.

“Even I don’t take jokes like that lightly.” Doflamingo warns.

Shanks takes him in kind, laughing at Doflamingo’s shift in emotion. One doesn’t trifle with Law, the same as someone not trifling with Doflamingo. The man could speak on any name at any time he pleases, knowing nobody would do a damn thing about it. But mentioning his prized possession is off limits.

“Excuse me for my rudeness.”

Doflamingo waves him off, back to smiling now.

“I’m sure you could give me a demonstration, as your forgiveness.”

It’s not rare for Shanks to share his plaything of the month, but considering it’s been more than that, and he hasn’t grown close to bored, the comment is unwelcome.

“I’ll think of a way to send it.” Shanks muses, just as his door is opening.

It’s a sight to die for, the second Luffy walks in, all dazzling smiles and big brown eyes. Looking every bit innocent, yet behind closed doors he’s a slut at best, always begging to be defiled and humiliated. Desperate to have his cunt stuffed over and over again, and Shanks is happy to comply, whether at work or at home, it doesn’t matter because Luffy’s going to find a way to get it either way.

Luffy’s pace falters when he spots Shanks isn’t alone, eyes flicking from his to Doflamingo’s. He can see the way his gaze shifts to something darker, and he steps in before it can go any further. All Doflamingo needs is a second to read somebody, and Luffy’s expressions are easy as they come.

“Good afternoon baby.” Shanks greets, wrapping an arm around his waist to draw his attention back to him.

Luffy looks a bit star struck but then he’s grinning widely once more, lifting on his toes to steal a kiss.

“Afternoon daddy,” Luffy says, then he’s pouting, “you didn’t tell me you had company, I would’ve come later.”

Luffy plays with one of the buttons on his shirt, attempting a coy look, but Shanks sees right through him.

“He was just leaving out,” Shanks answers, looking over his shoulder to see Doflamingo relaxed in the chair, not moving one bit, “weren’t you, Doflamingo?”

“No afternoon entertainment for your guest?” Doflamingo’s voice is lower, silkier with his accent and Luffy’s shudder is as clear as day.

“Don’t bet your life on it.”

Doflamingo’s grin is lethal, but he stands up nonetheless. Luffy’s head shifts around him, and a strange sort of jealousy courses through his veins when Luffy gasps lightly. It doesn’t go unnoticed by either one of them, especially not when Doflamingo stops right next to them, his eyes shimmering down at Shanks. Luffy doesn’t even feel like he’s breathing, and Shanks knows it’s because of how Doflamingo is towering over them.

“Another time, yes?” Doflamingo asks knowingly.

“Just give me a place.” Shanks says, only to get Luffy worked up even more.

Doflamingo grins, surprising Shanks by cupping Luffy’s chin. His stomach tenses and shudders, and when Shanks glances to him, his eyes are blown wide, breathing heavier. The jealousy Shanks once felt fading away seeing how pretty Luffy looks in Doflamingo’s palm, small enough to break down. Doflamingo presses a kiss next to his lips, crimson eyes peering at Luffy.

“El más dulce.” Doflamingo purrs, and Shanks feels his own self stir.

Doflamingo releases Luffy, patting Shanks on his shoulder, and then he’s gone. Shanks doesn’t feel anything when Luffy shifts to watch him leave, but he does bring him closer. Luffy gasping in surprise when he turns back and Shanks steals his own kiss.

“Something catch your eye pretty?”

Luffy flushes up to his ears, sucking in a rush of air.

“No, I- no. Nothing at all.”

God, this boy can’t lie to save his life. Shanks laughs delightfully, tugging him closer.

“It’s alright with me baby.” Shanks teases.

Luffy’s eyes widen, “Shanks, Shanks are you-“

“But anyways,” Shanks interrupts, instead wanting Luffy’s thoughts to run wild, “that’s not what you came here for, was it?”

The change is instant, Luffy happy to be guided by Shanks to his chair. Biting his lip when Shanks tugs him on his lap, flush reddening because he can feel his bulge. It presses insistently on his zipper, no doubt pushing against where he’s already wet and waiting.

“Did you miss me pretty girl?” Shanks asks, gripping his waist to start rocking slowly.

Luffy releases a shuddering breath, nodding in a daze.

“Uh huh.”

“Daddy missed you too.”

Luffy’s eyelashes flutter, holding onto his shoulders to meet his slow thrusts.

“It’s been so long,” Shanks murmurs, cock stirring when Luffy moans, “I couldn’t stop touching myself thinking about you.”

Luffy’s moan is louder, breaths stuttering as his eyelashes flutter open.

“Really?” Luffy asks expectantly.

Shanks grinds up, sucking his lower lip between his teeth feeling how warm Luffy is.

“Can’t help it,” Shanks admits, “you’re so soft baby, daddy’s cock gets so wet when I think about you.”

Which isn’t a lie and Shanks is shameless enough to tell the truth. Doesn’t mind one bit humping into his hand thinking of the way Luffy clenches around him. Feeling like a teenager all over again when he pulls up videos and pictures Luffy has sent him, mindlessly jacking off.

“You feel it now,” Shanks rasps, “feel how hard daddy is for you?”

Shanks plants his feet firmer, fingers tensing at Luffy’s side. The whine he gets in return to him thrusting up is so fucking pretty, Shanks can’t help but keep going, grinding against Luffy. Luffy’s hands scramble on his shoulders, nails clawing at his shirt, shuddering in his grasp. Luffy’s chest rises and falls, jaw going slack and trying to chase the friction.

Shanks can feel how warm Luffy is, groaning just thinking about how wet he’d be. The thought makes his cock twitch, ready to be buried inside of him. Shanks has it in him to drag Luffy up and rip his clothes off, but Luffy’s eyes suddenly cross. Drool spills down his chin, and the sloppy sight has him driving against Luffy faster. Luffy whimpers, eyebrows furrowing.

“Shanks,” Luffy gasps, slapping at his shoulder, “w-wait.”

Luffy tries to go against his hold, but Shanks tightens his grip. Luffy doesn’t even wipe the spit away when he looks to him, tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

“Shanks please.”

God, he sounds so pretty. Shanks doesn’t even think about stopping, and Luffy outright sobs. He buries closer since he can’t run from it, and on his next thrust Shanks’s eyes widen because he realizes why Luffy was trying to get him to slow down. Shanks coos when his pants grow wet, Luffy shuddering and crying as he pisses on him.

“So good you couldn’t even hold it in.” Shanks teases.

Shanks grabs a handful of Luffy’s hair to yank his head back, grinning down at him.

“Who knew my baby was such a nasty little shit.”

Luffy’s face is completely red and Shanks could laugh out loud because of his embarrassment. Shanks slides a hand over Luffy’s ass to caress it.

“No need to look like that honey,” Shanks shifts so that his thumb is tracing Luffy’s slick bottom lip, “daddy thinks you’re perfect.”

Luffy sniffles adorably, and Shanks can’t wait to break him down. Turn him into something fucking filthy and deprived.

“Really?”

It shouldn’t turn Shanks on at how naïve Luffy sounds, looking oh so pitiful sitting on his lap, both of their pants soaked. Shanks twitches beside himself, licking his lips in a way that screams hunger more than reassurance. Luffy traces the movement, chest rising and falling as his eyes drift back up to him.

“Of course princess.” Shanks kisses the tip of his nose.

The sweetest gesture he’ll give Luffy before he turns him into something divine. Shanks will have Luffy reveling in being a debauched whore, make it to where he becomes a slave to it. Shanks rises out of his chair, depositing Luffy on the edge of his desk. His hands slide from under Luffy’s ass, over his thighs, thumbs pressed close to where he’s soaked. Luffy writhes beautifully, biting his bottom lip when his palms glide up his chest, using both to shove him back.

A gasp rings in the air, Luffy’s eyes widening because of the manhandling. Which shouldn’t come as a surprise. Luffy may be tiny but there’s a certain strength in that small form of his, one that gets off on Shanks using his size and weight against him. One that Shanks abuses, if he’s being entirely honest with himself.

“Play with your nipples.” Shanks orders offhandedly, much more occupied with stripping Luffy of his pants.

Luffy raises his shirt up just as Shanks is pulling them down, and he visibly pauses. Luffy squirms under the scrutiny, trying not to outright rip the jeans off him seeing he’s bare. Smooth skin, glistening because of the wetness left behind. Shanks’s cock stiffens, embarrassingly hard.

“Is this why you were so eager?” Shanks rasps, voice dripping in lust.

Shanks peels them down to his ankles and Luffy’s quick to kick his shoes off, only able to get one leg out because he thumbs him open. Luffy moans when he presses on his clit, a glance up showing he’s following his order on touching himself. What it does to him, seeing Luffy spread out on his desk. It’s not even the first time it’s happened, but there’s something about this moment. With Luffy practically mute, eyes dazed and lips slack, hole throbbing as if he’s been waiting years to have Shanks stuffed inside.

“Look at this pretty little cunt,” Shanks licks his lips, thumbing over his clit, “does my baby want me to fuck them?”

Luffy’s moan is lewd, bucking his hips into the featherlight touch. Shanks pulls away and Luffy whines.

“Y- yes, Shanks, fuck me.” Luffy’s face is beat red, but oh he looks so cute.

Shanks reaches for his belt to undo it and Luffy looks as if he’s seen heaven, as if Shanks could be his god. He couldn’t be anything close to one. Not with the way Shanks intends to devour Luffy. It’s anything but holy, a sin in and of itself how much he wants to consume this boy, drag Luffy down with him.

Shanks can’t get his cock out fast enough, slipping it through his folds and Luffy’s back flies off the desk. Shanks eyes rolling because of how fucking slick he is, rocking against him faster.

“Shanks, Shanks put it in daddy.” Luffy whines, hands faltering.

Shanks slaps the outside of his thigh, harsh enough for Luffy’s eyes to spring open.

“I didn’t say you could stop touching yourself,” Shanks warns, grinding all the while he talks, “you can beg for it like a slut but you’re shit at following directions.”

Shanks scoffs, and Luffy starts trembling, tears prickling the corner of his eyes. Shanks’s mouth waters.

“What’s the matter princess? You don’t like daddy being mean to you?”

Luffy fucking loves it. His fingers twist and pull at his nipples only because of the words, stroking them as Shanks continues rubbing along Luffy’s folds. He intends to drag this out until Luffy’s broken, mind fucked and drooling for dick. Shanks spreads Luffy apart with two fingers, grabbing his length to press the slit of his cock on Luffy’s clit. Those pretty eyes of his roll back, Luffy tugging hard at his puffy buds.

“Can you come just like this,” Shanks wonders out loud, “nothing but my cock on your clit, playing with yourself. I know you can baby, I bet you’re already dripping all over this floor.”

For emphasis, Shanks slides his free hand under his cock, hooking two fingers inside and grinning because he’s leaking. Luffy cries out, shaking so hard Shanks would have assumed he already fell apart if not for the sudden stream that flows out of him. Shanks’s head snaps down to where the liquid is pouring out of him, staining his hand before he pulls it away. Cock gone from that sweet nub to watch the way Luffy pisses onto his floor.

“That’s the second time in a row, have you no shame Luffy?” Shanks reprimands, tone light and airy.

Luffy’s covering his face when he tears his gaze away from the sight, and this time he does laugh. All mockery and full of humiliation, seizing both wrists with one hand to yank them above his head. Shanks knows his grin is more feral than it usually is, but this is just too good to pass up. The sweet boy that somehow wormed his way into his life, turning into a piss loving slut.

“I asked you a question Luffy.”

Luffy licks his lips, tears now falling freely down his cheeks.

“Nuh uh.” Luffy slurs, already in so deep.

Shanks wonders how far he can take this before Luffy is gone completely. The idea is thrilling.

“I think I know what it is.” Shanks murmurs.

He slips a hand between them to grab the base of his cock, Luffy’s thighs clamping around his waist when it gets to his entrance.

“You just felt so good, didn’t you sweetheart?” Shanks coos, and Luffy nods quickly.

“Sh- Shanks feels good, wanna feel you daddy, fill me up.” Luffy thrusts his hips up wildly, he’d take anything at this moment.

Cock, tongue, fingers-

“Do you want daddy to return the favor?” Shanks asks sweetly.

Luffy’s eyes fly open, mouth dropping in shock.

“You know I’ll make it so good for you,” Shanks dips down, tip catching on Luffy’s pulsating hole, “fill you to the brim with it, isn’t that what you want baby? You want daddy to empty all his piss inside of you.”

Luffy sobs, and it’s so amusing because it sounds like he can’t stand the idea of loving it so much. Shanks grins at the dip of his neck, pushing in further and groaning because of how damn tight he is.

“Go on, say the words.”

Shanks shifts his head to look at Luffy, flushed and teary eyed, panting with blatant need. There’s a fire in his eyes, that same one he gets when Shanks is coaxing him into something filthy. This is just another time, the outcome will be the same because Luffy is keen on not denying Shanks because he knows that it will be good. Better than anything he’s had in his life.

“Please.” It’s a tiny whisper, a plea.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”

Shanks pulls out entirely, and Luffy’s bottom lip wobbles, sniffling in pure humiliation.

“Said, I said- please.”

Much better, but still not enough. Shanks slicks his cock up between Luffy’s folds, breathing picking up as he does so.

“Please, what?”

Luffy’s moan is sheer frustration, and Shanks’s grip on his wrists gets tighter feeling him try to shove his way up.

“Please,” Luffy closes his eyes, “please fill me up with your piss.”

Shanks’s cock twitches, not wasting anymore time. He drives into Luffy with one swift thrust and his eyes fly open, jaw hanging as he screams. Shanks grunts as he pounds into him, getting lost in how warm and tight, wet, Luffy is. The sensation hits him quick since it’s been a while, the perfect opportunity to settle in balls deep, groaning as he relieves himself. Luffy squirms under the pressure, cunt fluttering tight and Shanks almost loses his mind feeling him come undone on his cock.

“What a sweet girl,” Shanks sighs, nuzzling against his neck, “treating daddy like this. I’m not giving you away to anyone.”

The relief washes over him and then fades, body thrumming as he picks his pace back up, fucking what he can deeper while the rest falls in dribbles out of him. Shanks keeps him locked in place, bruising Luffy’s neck with kisses, pounding him into the desk until his screams are embedded in his brain.

Shanks releases his grip, hands scrambling to Luffy’s waist to dig his nails into skin, dragging him on and off his cock. His face grows sweaty from where it’s locked against Luffy’s throat, lips slick with saliva, body alight with desire. He’s never felt anything this amazing. Luffy twitching in aftershocks under him, arms still hanging above his head like he can’t move them.

Shanks finally pulls away to see Luffy with his eyes stuck behind his sockets, drool pooled in the back of his mouth. Shanks licks deep into him, and Luffy hardly stirs. He only drives in harder, choking on groans as he swallows Luffy’s spit. Every part of him is fucking divine. The desk rattles with every slap of skin on skin, Shanks feeling as if he’s not buried deep enough, Luffy not full enough.

Shanks pushes Luffy up the desk, dragging one of his legs apart to pin it on the furniture. Pressing a knee close to Luffy’s ass, while he drags his arm under his back. Shanks pulls out, slamming in to the root and Luffy’s walls tighten, giving him a gurgled whine. Shanks angles his hips when he keeps that same brutal pace, staring at Luffy’s fucked out expression as he does so.

Hardly reacting to how Shanks is fucking him hard and fast. The only reason he knows he’s coherent is because he won’t stop clenching his length, making noncommittal noises of pleasure. Shanks balls grow taut, panting as they slap into the meat of Luffy’s ass.

“Such a good slut,” Shanks groans, “wish I could keep you locked up in here, have you- have you trained to stay on my cock.”

God, the mental image is enough to have his release drawing closer. Luffy not able to do anything- not wanting to do anything- because sitting on Shanks’s cock is the most important thing to him. Luffy keeping him warm with either of his holes, whichever one Shanks fancies for the day. Or having Luffy spread out on his desk, just like this, settled between his legs as he gets his fill off Luffy’s pussy. Always so good and sweet, happy to keep his legs open anytime Shanks is between them.

“Mmmh.”

The noise snaps Shanks out of his thoughts, coming to just as squirt is streaming out of Luffy. Shanks tightens his grip, laser focused on pinpointing that spot so that more gushes out of him.

“That’s it.” Shanks whines, mouth hanging open.

He knows he’s not going to last now, not with how impossibly tight Luffy gets. Shanks tries his best to hold out, knowing he can give Luffy so much more. But he ends up doubling his efforts without realizing, the sweet friction of Luffy sending him into a frenzy. Not even realizing how hard he’s pounding into him until he feels the bulge of his cock from where he’s settled on top of Luffy.

Shanks glances down in a daze, drooling as he watches his tummy swell, and that’s the last of his resolve. Shanks shudders and slams deep, twitching and spurting hot and thick inside of Luffy’s twitching hole. Shanks can only gasp in pleasure, fingers dragging lines across Luffy’s skin from how he holds on. It rips through his entire body, leaving him boneless and panting after it recedes.

Luffy doesn’t make a sound when he finally pulls out, watching it all stream out of him. The sight could bring a god to their knees, and Shanks is on his before he can even stop it, mouth opened wide to lap it up. Luffy gives him the tiniest mewl, but that’s all Shanks needs. He seals his lips over Luffy’s clit to suckle on it, tongue zigzagging down to his entrance where he slurps at the mess, licking Luffy clean in the most depraved way possible. But Shanks honors his body, worships it even.

On hands and knees, complete reverence in the way he services Luffy’s pussy until he’s trembling in a telling sign. Shanks would take it in any form, happily drink down piss or squirt, but it’s only a clench of his walls. Shanks is delighted either way. Skin soaked with their debauched activities, much too worked up to do anything other than fuck Luffy with his tongue through it. He falls completely slack afterwards, and Shanks pulls away with a gasp.

He doesn’t bother wiping the mess when he rises to his feet, heart pounding a little too fast. The period of release never lasting when he sees something so beautifully messed up right in front of him. Shanks’s cock twitches in a telling sign, and he grips it without thought, fucking into his hand as he stares down at Luffy, taking every inch of him in.

Luffy’s breathing is labored now, save for the aftershocks that still work through him. His nipples are slightly puffy, the same intoxicating pink as his folds. Shanks spreads Luffy open, hand flying on and off his cock, the pace dead set on marking Luffy up.

“Mmm,” Luffy suddenly moans, cock drunk, “Shanks.”

Luffy’s eyes are slit open, and that’s all it takes for him. Just that sweet voice and those pretty slitted eyes to help send him over the edge. Shanks’s come spurts on Luffy’s cunt before angling it to his belly button and chest, one stream landing on his chin and he swears there’s a ghost of a smile there.

Afterwards, Shanks gathers Luffy into his arms, pressing a kiss in his hair as he slumps against his chest. Both of them are a fucking mess, neither one of their clothes surviving the ordeal, but that’s a matter for later. Shanks walks to lock his office door, turning to make his way to the suite he built in a few years back. It’s not romantic in any type of way, just a place Shanks stays when he works far too long hours with not enough sleep.

But it’s perfect for him. A sealed off corner that no one has the present mind to look for. The perfect place to keep Luffy secluded; warm, protected. But first, clean. It’s hard to let go of the boy, settling him down on the couch, admiring the way he curls up. Shanks flicks a hair off his forehead, tracing down his jawline, over the cut under his eye. His skin is still flushed, but he’s no longer breathing heavy.

No doubt he’s fallen asleep.

Shanks knows very well he pushed it too far, went over limits. There’s no excuse for the way he lost control and let his possessiveness run rampant. On anyone else, he wouldn’t care, but this is Luffy. Sweet little Luffy that he only hopes he still has a chance with when he comes to.