Fuck Me Harder
Prompt: Dacryphilia + Shanks
You see Shanks for the first time in a year when he stops in your town to restock his supplies. As always, you two quickly wind up in the bedroom. After so long away, Shanks doesn't have the patience to take it easy on you, loving your tears as he pushes you to your limits.
Pairing: Red Haired Shanks x afab!reader
CW: casual hookup, unprotected penetrative sex, dacryphilia, tear licking, shanks has one arm, overstimulation, slight dumbification, use of "doll" as a pet name, rough sex, cervix fucking, pain and pleasure
“Too long,” He groans as he thrusts into you. “Too. Fucking. Long.”
You nod as best you can, distracted by the way his blunt tip nudges your cervix, riding the line between pleasure and pain. Your hands are by your head, fingers digging into the soft pillow. Shanks is braced on the elbow of his one arm, forehead touching yours. His hips snap forward rhythmically, pushing you towards your third? Fourth? Orgasm of the night. You’d lost count. Your head was clouded with pleasure, making your thoughts fuzzy.
You’d always known him to be an impatient man. He was an emperor, after all. When he saw something that he wanted, no force on earth could stop him. He was always particularly enthusiastic, but you’d never been apart for this long before. Now, the only word you could think of to describe him was feral.
“Fuck, look at you,” His voice is rough, dark eyes boring into yours. “So pretty, taking me like you were made for my cock.”
You moan, clenching around him as his words shoot straight to your core, “Shanks, please.”
“Please what, doll? Use your words, tell me what you want.”
You swallow hard, blinking as you struggle to focus on him. His tip rubs your g-spot so perfectly, pelvis grinding against your clit just right. The whole thing has your head spinning. But still, there was something that was missing. You knew he was holding back. “Fuck me harder.”
He laughs breathlessly, lips crashing against yours. He doesn’t need to be told twice. The full force of one of the great emperors of the sea is nearly too much for you to handle, but you knew what you’d been asking for and you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it.
You kiss him back messily, teeth and tongues clashing as the sound of skin slapping rings throughout the room. Tears pool in your eyes as he thrusts so deeply inside of you, that you’re certain you can feel him in your throat. He was huge, splitting you open as pretty veins rubbed against your gummy walls just right. He hit your cervix roughly, sending the tears spilling. It hurt, but the way he was stimulating your g-spot was more than enough to override the pain. If anything, the sharp sting made you feel the pleasure more.
At the taste of salty tears mingled into your kiss, Shanks pulls his head back. He sees your fucked out face and knows better than to stop. With a groan, he drops his head and licks your tears up, savouring the salty taste on his tongue.
“God, you’re so pretty like this. All dumb on my cock and crying about it. I know you missed this, hm? You miss the way I fuck you?”
“Yes! God, Shanks, I missed it so much,” You cry out as he snaps his hips roughly.
“That’s right, you take it so fucking well.”
“More, Shanks, give me more,” You’re babbling now, rocketing towards your orgasm, desperate for that sweet release, “Fill me with your cum, make me yours, yours, all yours.”
He chokes on his groan, admiring the way your eyes shine with tears. Your cheeks are flushed so nicely, and he can just make out the tear streaks down your cheeks when the light hits. He’s filled with the primal need to see you crumble around him, wanting to make you sob with his cock.
“C’mon baby, know you’re close. Cum for me, let it all go.” He practically begs, putting all his might into his thrusts and admiring the way tears spill from your overflowing lashline.
His words send you over the edge, and you cum with a broken sob. Your walls clench around him, choking his dick. He groans, unable to stave off his orgasm any longer. You just look too pretty underneath him, and you feel far too nice around his cock. He crashes his lips against yours with a groan, savouring the salty taste of the kiss.
He thrusts a handful more times, working his way through his orgasm before stilling inside of you, hips flush against yours. He stays there for a moment, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. Your laboured breaths mingle as you come down from your respective highs.
You disentangle your hands from the pillow, reaching them up to cup his cheeks. You trace the three scars over his eye, relishing the way he leans into your touch.
“Fuck, that was good,” He breathes, breaking the silence. Your answering laugh brings a bright smile to his lips as he reluctantly rolls off of you. He’s quick to drag you back to his side, kissing your forehead as you curl into his side. “Give me a second to recover then I’ll get you cleaned up, doll.”
