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You and Shanks walk around the forest while admiring all of the greenery in a semi-date, meaning this is technically a patrol of the island to map it but you two are having fun together; as if this were a nice walk in the park. To update the map, you stop. He stops with you.
“Do you need my expertise?” Your boyfriend peeks at your work and you shake your head.
“Just make sure nothing attacks me while I update this.” Your personal bodyguard for today. He hums in thought and then points at a spot on the map.
“You got something wrong.” Your head lowers to look closer. He flicks your nose. “You look too serious for this,” He cackles while stepping back. “I’ve got things under control, love.” Right as he says that he trips backwards and falls ass first into a bush.
“Amazing control.” You dig through the bush to pull him out and when you do he’s holding a flower in his mouth seductively. “You’re not gonna say you tripped on purpose to get one, right?”
“No faith in me, doll?” He places it behind your ear, then digs his head back into the bush. “There’s actually more in here.” His butt sticks out and you tap it with your foot. He gives an exaggerated high pitched “eep!” Which turns into a “GAUGH!” before he quickly pulls away from the bush with stuff on his face. You duck down and quickly wipe his skin.
“Did I actually shock you enough to get hurt?” He coughs.
“No, I’m fine I- cough- I flinched on purpose and forgot there were- achoo- mushrooms too- hack.” You wipe his face more and more, using a flask of water to get it off. Thankfully it wasn’t poisonous, just meant to scare off animals. You blow his nose and he looks up at you. “You won’t tell anyone about this, right?” You’re about to tease him again when you look closer at him. Furrowed brows, a slight pout, red nose and cheeks, tears dripping down his cheeks.
…
“That isn’t you considering it, is it?” You realize you took too long to answer. He sniffles like he’s actually crying and you feel something in you stir. Before he can talk you wipe his face to stop him.
“I won’t.. just clean yourself up.”
“Thanks, love.” He manages to get out between rubs.
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Eventually the crew finishes mapping the island and decides to camp outside to enjoy nature, tired of staying on the ship. Your love sleeps next to you, snoozing away while you’re wide awake thinking about his teary eyes. You.. actually thought he looked pretty. You wanted him to cry more. Does it make you a bad girlfriend if your stomach throbbed when you saw him looking up at you like that?
You rub your thighs together, thankful you don’t have a cock to get visibly hard. An advantage.
You look closer at your boyfriend’s face. His eyes are still a teeny red from the irritation of both the spores and tears, you slowly scoot as close as you can to see. This isn’t pervert behavior, you’re his girlfriend, this is perfectly appropriate. Red eyelashes, reddened eyes, if he was crying his cheeks would be red too. You’d kiss his lips red after and make him cry.
“Please, baby..!”
Shanks would beg for you.
His eyes slowly open, your breath kept tickling him.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of you so close?” Whispering to not wake the others.
“..i think i’m a bad person.”
“???” Shanks kisses your forehead. “Did you have a nightmare?” You put your head to his, he looks confused but doesn’t stop you.
“Do you think I’m a bad girlfriend?” Now he looks worried.
“Why do you think that, sweetheart? You’re everything to me.”
“Everything?”
“Everything.”
…
“You’d love me no matter what?” He nods. “Even if I’m strange?” He nods again. “..You’re so sweet. I feel bad for you.” You smooch him, he nuzzles his face against yours. “Would you do anything for me?” Shanks pauses for a moment. “you wouldn’t..?”
“I would..!” He trusts your choices. “I was just caught off guard.”
“Then..” Hesitation makes you pause. “Would you cry for me?” His emotions turn to panic.
“If you’re hurt? Do you-“ You stop him from sitting up.
“I’m not hurt. I mean.. if.. if you..” Shanks has cried in front of you before and you always thought he looked pretty, but you’ve never been so turned on by it before. Not when he would cry over such sad things. However, seeing him cry when he was safe stirred arousal in you. You like seeing him cry. “If I wanted to make you cry, would you cry for me?” You reach a hand out and stroke his cheek, he closes the eye on that side.
“Not the best at crying on command…” He trails off as something clicks in his head. “…oh.” Even in the dark you see his face heat up. “Yes. I would cry for you.” You lean in and press your lips to his in a slow kiss.
“Let’s go to the ship-” He sits up so quickly he almost wakes everyone.
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The sound of making out moves across the ship, Shanks kicking the door to your shared room open and closed so he doesn’t have to let go of you. Once you’re inside you slide off his coat and gently push him down on the bed.
“Wait here.” He’s hesitant but stays. You have an idea on how to make him cry.
You grab rope and fabric from the storage room, hurrying back with it. His eyes lock onto the items and he shifts in place. Shanks isn’t a dom only person but he hasn’t been this much of a sub for you before. To be tied, restricted, it’s exciting.
“I got the fabric so the rope won’t irritate you.” You push him further onto the bed while wrapping the red fabric around the rope then around his torso in a design ending with his arm tied to his own body. This isn’t a wimpy rope, you’ll keep secret that you’re using the ship’s supplies for this. When Shanks tugs to test it he finds it sturdy, as expected he’d need real effort before snapping the fibers. “I forgot to remove your shirt before tying it.”
“Oh, hold on-“ You rip the cloth clean off. “you could also do that.” His dick twitches in his pants, it’s uncomfortable. “Can you..” You press the tip of your finger against the bulge, drawing a small grunt from his throat.
“Can I what?” His breath hitches from the look in your eyes.
“Fuck, take them off. Please.” The digit runs across his clothed length. Shanks leans back, spreading his legs. Maybe if shows how desperate he is, you’ll touch him more. It isn’t going to work.
“You’re so desperate and I haven’t even touched you properly.” You’re only motivated to go further, press hard where his tip is so he clenches his fist and jerks his hips up with a gasp. Your other hand slides up his body, running along his abs, gripping his chest, massaging his neck; you tap his Adam's apple as it bobs with a gulp. “Poor, poor Captain.” You grip the sides of his throat, your other palm brushing over his crotch and holding him down by his inner thigh when they try to meet the pressure. “My poor honey.” His head is spinning, he’s had fleeting thoughts of you doing things like this to him but having it actually happen is a whole different feeling, especially when he was asleep not too long ago. Going from dead asleep to dommed by his girlfriend almost feels like he’s dreaming, but to you it still isn’t enough. He isn’t crying yet.
A kiss lands on his Adam's apple, lightly nibbling it and kissing the stubble on his jaw before sucking hickeys all along his neck and collarbone; all the while groping and fondling his muscular body. Your hands leave with a parting squeeze. There’s a whine of protest.
“Be patient.” You pull down your captain’s pants and free his erection, there’s pre-cum already at the tip. You look up at his flushed face and he smiles. You wipe it off to slide your fingertip along the thick vein underside his shaft up to the top, palming the sensitive head and feeling the pre-cum slick your palm. His breath gets heavy and the moment you know he’s about to cum you snatch the pleasure away along with your hands. He’s about to try chasing again, say something, complain,
when your hand comes up and slaps his dick.
Not harsh, not mean, but enough for a shudder to course through his body. There’s a small pout but it isn’t crying.
“You’re so cute, I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”
“Sweetie please.” You smack the underside of his dick again. “Ah!” His eyes get shiny and the rope strains lightly.
Again, again, you stroke and palm and jerk and slap yet every time he’s about to cum it all stops. Until his face down his neck is red the same as his erection, straining as he whimpers from desperation.
“(Y/n)~” You lean down and kiss the tip of Shanks’s dick to watch it twitch desperately before kissing his lips. “Gods.” This is way more than he expected and he groans as you squeeze it roughly. “Please!” His eyes are wet with tears, that’s what you were waiting for.
You undress enough to free your pussy, opening up your labia with your other hand to finger yourself while he watches helplessly. Another torture for your lover to be unable to touch or taste you, but he’s been so good. You’ll let him have something. So your fingers pop from your pussy and into his mouth to let him suck on your arousal desperately. Now it’s time for more fun.
You position yourself above his dick, watching his eyes widen as he pants heavily again. As a last tease you rub your entrance along the glans teasingly,
“Honey, I-“ then slam down all at once. His head falls back and he screams. His dick is pulsing inside of you and you still. “Nnnmm~!” Tears run down his cheeks, it’s all so much and he wants to cum. “Sweetheart..”
“My lovely Shanks, such a crybaby for me.” You kiss his now wet cheek, squeezing around him so he leans his head forward onto your shoulder; his stubble tickles your skin. You need to get off too, swiping across your clit with your finger, pushing him back to watch tears drip down his face. “You want me to move?” He hiccups, nodding. Your other hand comes up to pinch his nipple as you raise your hips slowly, then slam back down. He gasps like the air was knocked out of him and you repeat it. Up, and down. Slow but hard movements. You speed up and his legs jolt, eyes rolling back as he cums inside you suddenly from being edged for so long.
“C-Cant!” Shanks’s fully crying now with rough hiccups and tears pouring from his trembling body. You aren’t quite finished, though; so you continue to ride your boyfriend through his orgasm. His head goes blank and he cries. “I can’t do this, doll- AH!” You squeeze.
“One more time for me, crybaby.” You tilt his chin up and kiss over his scarred eye, then watch the liquid stream down his eyes while you ride him. Reddened brown eyes, wet flushed cheeks, messy crimson hair, sobbing every time his dick bottoms out. You’re close from just watching it. You lean back to hit your g-spot better, moaning when he whines. “One more time, I want you twitching and spasming in me so I can cum.” Your free hand shoves your digits inside his mouth to play with his tongue while the other swipes along your nub. His eyes roll back and he gags while sucking on them. Shanks’s body can’t refuse that, can’t refuse you, he feels the way it builds up for you despite his strong orgasm. Your boyfriend’s thick dick pulses, it only takes one more squeeze before he lets out a strangled groan and warm cum coats inside you once again, finally letting the knot in your stomach snap. The throbbing of his cock, the way your walls milk with each one, you two are linked and you’re taking everything from his shuddering sobbing body.
Finally, you stop. He falls back against the headboard, drooling with tears running down his reddened tan cheeks. “So good for me, Shanks.” You kiss one, though he can’t speak right now. The ridges of his softening dick are a little overstimulating as you pull out, the liquid of both of your arousals dripping onto his now limp dick. You take the chance to make more hickeys onto his torso. “Open.” He opens his mouth instinctively and you shove your tongue into his mouth and down his throat while he takes it. Only a small noise of pleasure comes from him. Shanks loves you.
You untie him and the redhead flops onto his back, trying to get his bearings while you wipe him clean. He shivers when you carefully clean his dick. You’ll take care of him.
“You don’t want a bath?” You ask since he seems to have made his comfort on the mattress.
“Want to cuddle.” He mumbles. That settles that. You wipe yourself as clean as you can and lay next to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his body as he gets comfy on your chest.
“You did so well, crybaby.” You feel a nibble on your nipple. “Hey!”
“Don’t yell, I’m just a crybaby.” He jokes, sucking lightly with a pop before sighing in relief.
“You’re so silly.” You run your hands through his hair. He did so well for the first time either of you have done something like this. To make him cry for your pleasure, maybe you really aren’t a bad girlfriend for that; at least he didn’t look like he was all that suffering. You can’t say anything else, though, because he’s already asleep. You woke him up in the middle of the night to do this and he’s out of energy, plus girlfriend pillow. You stroke his red hair, playing with it lightly before yawning yourself. The ship is rocking, the waves a lullaby, the warmth of your satisfied lover on you.
You fall asleep.