It was a calm night at sea. The wind blew gently, rocking the ship as the stars twinkled above. I was on the balcony of the cabin, watching the waves crash against the ship's hull, enjoying the cool evening breeze while the other pirates had already turned in. I couldn't help but think about the two men I had spent the last week with.
Shanks and Mihawk. Two of the most legendary pirates in the world, and both of them had an unusual interest in me. I knew them from different points in our journeys, but I never imagined we would end up in this situation together. They were opposites in many ways: Shanks was charismatic, spontaneous, and always had a smile on his face, while Mihawk was reserved, serious, and extremely calculated. And yet, both had an irresistible magnetism.
"Thinking about me, Y/n?" Shanks' rough voice pulled me from my thoughts. I turned around and saw him leaning against the cabin door, that mischievous smile playing on his lips. He had a bottle of rum in hand, clearly already relaxed after a night of drinking with the crew.
"Maybe," I replied, smiling back. "Or maybe I'm thinking about something more interesting."
Shanks chuckled, moving closer to me. "Well, I hope I'm included in those interesting thoughts."
Before I could respond, I felt a presence behind me. I knew exactly who it was without needing to turn around. Mihawk. His ever-serious and silent demeanor enveloped me, and I could feel his sharp gaze on me.
"Don't get too cocky, Shanks," Mihawk said in his calm but firm tone as he approached. "You're not the only one who has her attention."
I turned to look at both of them, and the contrast between them was striking. Shanks, with his carefree smile and red hair, and Mihawk, with his imposing posture and piercing gaze. Being between them made my heart race. I couldn't believe I was really there, torn between two such intense and powerful men.
"Seems like I'm a lucky woman, then," I joked, trying to hide the tension building inside me.
Shanks was the first to approach, his firm hand gripping my waist as he pulled me closer. His lips met mine in a deep and possessive kiss, and I immediately melted in his arms. The taste of rum on his lips was intoxicating, and I felt my body respond to his touch.
But before the kiss could deepen, I felt Mihawk's hand on my shoulder, gently pulling me away from Shanks. He was subtler, but the intensity in his eyes left me breathless. Mihawk didn't need to say anything before leaning in and capturing my lips in an equally powerful but much more controlled kiss. His hand slid to the back of my neck, and I could feel the silent strength in his touch.
I was lost between the two. Each had his own way of making me feel desired and unique. Shanks was fire, his passion always right on the surface, while Mihawk was ice, methodical and calculated, but just as captivating.
"Looks like both of you have something in mind," I murmured when I finally managed to catch my breath.
Shanks chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You could say that."
Mihawk, always the more direct, simply gave a small smile before pulling me closer again. I was between the two of them, each of them touching me in different but equally irresistible ways.
Shanks ran his hand down my back, his caresses quick and a bit uncontrolled, while Mihawk was slower, more precise, exploring every part of me as if he were studying my reactions.
"Don't get too comfortable with this, Shanks," Mihawk said, his voice low and husky. "We both know she's the one who decides who's in control."
I felt the heat rise in my body as the two silently but intensely vied for my attention. Being in the middle of them was like standing at the center of a storm of conflicting desires.
"Why should I have to choose?" I said, my voice sounding a bit more daring than I expected.
Both of their eyes lit up at that suggestion, and in an instant, Shanks was pulling my body against his again, kissing me harder, his hand gripping my waist as he guided me toward the bed in the cabin. Mihawk, however, didn't lag behind. He followed closely, his hands sliding down the side of my body until he grasped my chin and turned my head to the side, capturing my lips again while Shanks attacked my neck with burning kisses.
I was completely surrendered to them. I felt my clothes being slowly removed as their touches set my body on fire. Shanks was more aggressive, his hands exploring my body eagerly, while Mihawk maintained that firm but careful control, exploring every inch of me with precision.
Suddenly, I was lying on the bed, Shanks on top of me, his hands running along my thighs as he kissed me. I moaned, feeling the weight of him against my body. But then I felt Mihawk's hands, colder and more calculated, slide down my back, and suddenly his lips were on my neck, making me shiver.
"You two..." I moaned, lost in their touches, feeling the pleasure build more and more.
Shanks smiled against my lips. "We two what?"
"You're driving me crazy," I murmured as Mihawk kissed down my back.
The heat between us was rising with every second. I was caught in a crossfire of desire, and every touch, every kiss, brought me closer to the edge of ecstasy. Shanks, with his impulsive and playful nature, made me laugh and moan at the same time, while Mihawk, always the strategist, knew exactly where and how to touch me to pull out the deepest moans.
I was completely at their mercy, and honestly, I couldn't have been happier.
My thoughts were completely scrambled as I tried to process what was happening. Shanks and Mihawk, two of the most powerful men in the world, were beside me, each exploring my body in a way that left me breathless. My body was on fire, and every touch from them made my desire grow even more, until I felt on the verge of losing control.
Shanks chuckled softly, his mouth moving from my neck to my chest, where he began kissing and nibbling, leaving small trails of pleasure wherever he passed. At the same time, Mihawk was behind me, his cold hands running down my back, sending shivers down my spine as his fingers traced a firm and precise path to the base of my spine.
"You're so hot, Y/n..." Shanks murmured against my skin, his soft lips moving skillfully. "I love seeing you like this."
I moaned in response, completely surrendered to the sensation of being between the two of them. Shanks pulled my leg to the side, opening my body to him, while his hands explored my thighs. His fingers pressed firmly into my skin, but it was the wild, careless way he touched me that turned me on even more.
Mihawk, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. His hands moved slowly, almost torturously, as if he wanted to map every inch of my body before deciding where to touch. He leaned down and lightly brushed his lips along my shoulder, his breath soft against my skin.
"So perfect..." he murmured, his deep, low voice echoing in my ear.
My heart was beating so fast I could hardly breathe. Being between these two men was surreal, and the mix of Shanks' impulsive touch and Mihawk's refined control was driving me crazy.
"You two..." I tried to speak, my voice breaking as my head fell back, completely lost in the pleasure. "This is too much..."
"This is what you like, isn't it?" Shanks whispered as his lips traveled down my abdomen. "Being the center of our attention..."
I moaned in response, unable to find words. He was right. Being desired by both of them at the same time, in such distinct ways, was something I had never experienced, but it made me crave more and more.
Mihawk, always more controlled, positioned himself beside me, his eyes watching me with that intensity that made my body tremble. His fingers traced the outline of my face before he leaned down and kissed me again, this time more deeply. His tongue explored my mouth while one of his hands slid down my waist to my back, pulling me closer to him.
Shanks, not wanting to waste any time, was already undoing the rest of my clothing. His hands were everywhere, every touch more urgent than the last, as if he didn't want to leave a single piece of skin untouched. When he finally managed to remove the last piece of clothing, his gaze gleamed with pure satisfaction.
"Absolutely gorgeous," he murmured before lowering his lips to my waist, kissing me with a mix of tenderness and raw desire.
I could feel the heat rising more and more. Shanks and Mihawk were pushing me to the limit, and I could already feel my core pulsing with desire. I didn't know how I had reached this point, but I didn't want it to stop. In fact, I wanted more.
Mihawk began to slide his hands down my back, exploring every inch with his meticulous precision, until his hands reached my hips. He gently turned me toward Shanks, while continuing to kiss my neck and shoulders. I was completely at their mercy, my senses utterly overwhelmed.
Shanks, always the more impulsive one, lowered his lips to my core, where he began to explore with his tongue without hesitation. A moan escaped me immediately, my head falling back as he increased the rhythm, licking me with intensity. I could feel his tongue sliding skillfully over me, and my mind seemed to go blank with every movement.
"S-Shanks..." I tried to call out to him, but the words barely left my mouth, my body already trembling with anticipation.
Mihawk, however, wasn't content to merely observe. He started to slide his hands down my thighs, helping to open my legs wider so Shanks could have even better access. His cold fingers, contrasting with Shanks' warm tongue, made my body react even more intensely. I no longer knew what I was feeling; it was a mix of pleasure so intense it almost seemed unreal.
"She likes that," Mihawk murmured, his gaze never leaving me as he studied me closely.
"She's going to like it even more in a moment," Shanks replied with a mischievous smile before giving me another teasing lick.
I was on the brink of climax. The way Shanks was licking me, the way Mihawk was caressing my thighs—it all pushed me closer and closer to an orgasm that seemed to be growing stronger with every passing second.
And then, all at once, it happened.
My body arched completely when the orgasm finally hit me. I screamed, my hands gripping the sheets tightly as my body dissolved into waves of pleasure. Shanks kept going, his tongue still exploring me until every last wave of my climax had subsided.
I could hardly breathe, my body still trembling as I collapsed against Mihawk, who held me firmly. His hand gently stroked my hair as he pulled me closer to him, his lips brushing softly against my forehead.
"You were incredible, Y/n," Mihawk murmured, his voice filled with admiration.
"I agree," Shanks said, finally moving up to my lips to kiss me again, the taste of my own pleasure still lingering on his tongue.
I was exhausted, but at the same time, completely satisfied. My eyes met Mihawk's, who was still watching me intently, though this time with a slight smile on his face. Shanks, always more relaxed, lay down beside me, pulling me into his embrace.
"Let's rest a bit, because I think the night isn't quite over yet," Shanks whispered with a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
At that moment, I knew that this night would be unforgettable, just like the pleasure I felt while being between two of the most powerful and irresistible men in the world.