The Island Girl

by Chaotic_Mikariin

Summary:

“Look at that little beauty,” He whispered to Benn, his first mate turning to look over before releasing a low whistle. “The things I could do with someone like that warming my bed.”

“Our bed, Shanks.” Benn rumbled, eyes lidded as he continued to watch as the skirt fluttered, just barely brushing a tanned and freckled thigh with each movement. “He’d be a great bed warmer for us, don’t you agree?”

Notes:

• For BunBunAngel.

This is another c0mm requested by a close friend and who was I to deny them some good dead dove? :3c I hope you like this Bnnuy!

Baterilla was a quiet place that many didn’t visit in the South Blue, due to the fact that they didn’t have much to offer to other islands, let alone other Blues.

On this small little island, Portgas D. Rouge gave birth to her one and only son, Portgas D. Ace, no father in sight. This caused them to be highly shunned by the rest of the villagers, due to their beliefs of having children out of wedlock.

Ace managed just fine for most of his life, even after his mother passed. He managed to get a stable job at the bar and worked every day as one of the barmaids, finding their uniforms much more freeing than the ones the men wore. He and the rest of the islanders didn’t see a problem with it, due to the fact that despite their thoughts on marriage, gender was never a problem for them.

Then, the Red Hair Pirates docked on their island and Ace was about to find out the reason most people didn’t dress as freely as they wanted to with the rise in pirates in the area.

⸻

When Shanks had first docked on the island, he didn’t see anything out of place or worth remembering, if he was honest. Baterilla didn’t have much, looking more like a rock in the ocean than an actual island.

But then, they went to the local bar and suddenly, the redhead found something to keep his attention.

Beautiful carmine eyes, tanned skin paired with dark hair and a youthful face to match wearing one of the short dresses that the barmaid’s wore, taking an order with a smile.

“Look at that little beauty,” He whispered to Benn, his first mate turning to look over before releasing a low whistle. “The things I could do with someone like that warming my bed.”

“Our bed, Shanks.” Benn rumbled, eyes lidded as he continued to watch as the skirt fluttered, just barely brushing a tanned and freckled thigh with each movement. “He’d be a great bed warmer for us, don’t you agree?”

“Much better than him flaunting himself around like that to everyone instead.” hummed Shanks, lifting an arm to flag down the waiter. “Hey, pretty freckles!”

Carmine eyes flashed over to their table and the adorable shining smile was directed at the duo. “Coming!”

“Oh, you’ll be doing a lot of that tonight…” Benn murmured under his breath, taking a hit of the last of his cigarette, before snubbing the remains into the ashtray next to him.

“How can I help you two tonight?” The freckled young barmaid grinned, head tilting demurely as he held up his notepad.

“Well, I have a question first,” Benn gently nudged Shanks to the side and the younger pirate leaned back easily, wine eyes locked on the young man in front of him in a laser focus. “Are we able to reserve you for the night, like our own personal barmaid that can sit, chat and just be around to service us?”

“It’s not a policy that’s used too often…” The freckled young man tilted his head, hand absentmindedly brushing dark strands away and revealing more of his long neck to the older men. “But I’m sure the owner wouldn’t mind if you spoke to him about it.”

The words hadn’t even finished coming out of the barmaid’s mouth before Shanks was already in motion, standing and going to talk to the bartender at the main bar, a sly grin on his face as he did so.

It didn’t take more than a moment more, before the redhead had returned and settled back into his seat, gesturing for the younger to do the same.

Carmine eyes blinked slowly, sliding over to his boss, who simply nodded, before the South Blue native did so with a smile. “Well, if he says it’s okay, I see no problem with providing those services to you two for the night.”

“How about we start simple,” Shanks murmured, leaning over and brushing his hand against the back of a freckled one. “What’s your name? Unless, you want us to just keep calling you Pretty Freckles?”

A slight flush came to the youthful face as the teen brushed his hair back once more, eyes widening briefly. “M-My name is Ace.”

“Well, Ace, I’m Shanks and this here is Benn,” Shanks’ fingers rubbed small circles into the back of Ace’s hand. “Now, how about you get all three of us some drinks, huh?”

“O-Oh, I can get you two some of our beer and I can just get some soda.” Ace laughed awkwardly, moving to stand and Benn’s eyes locked onto the sight of the briefest flash of panties. “After all, I’m only fifteen, I can’t drink.”

“Nonsense.” rumbled Benn, eyes trailing hungrily up Ace’s profile, somehow completely unnoticed by the teen. “If we’re paying for your time and services, I think it’s only right you drink with us.”

“I really don’t think-,”

“Come on, I’ll only be like one or two, Princess.” Shanks laughed, hand suddenly clamping like a latch around Ace’s wrist, earning a flinch. “You wouldn’t want us to tell your Boss over there that you’re denying us service, right?”

Ace’s lips twisted slightly, before he breathed out a sigh and turned to leave. “Fine. I’ll be back.”

Shanks and Benn shared matching dark grins as the barmaid left, small grumbles leaving his pouty lips. Things were going right into their favor and the little lamb they were about to devour didn’t even realize it.

⸻

Ace blinked hazily as he stumbled out of the bar, Benn and Shanks on either side of him and supporting him almost entirely.

His head was fuzzy and his body didn’t feel like it was his at the moment, but he knew it wasn’t because of the beer he’d drank.

He’d only had two, maybe three mugs and he’d done this before…something was wrong.

“Lemme go…need to get home…” He slurred, his body slouching forward only to be redirected back to Shanks side, the redhead’s arm slinking from around his shoulder to wrap around his waist. “Have…have work tomorrow.”

“Sh, hon…this is going to be much more fun than work,” Lips brushed the shell of his ear and Ace hissed, tilting away from the feeling. “Trust me. When you wake up, you won’t have to worry about any of that.”

A large hand slid under his skirt and Ace tried to move, but his body wouldn’t cooperate and instead the hand began to finger along the side of his panties, tugging them slightly, before allowing the strap to snap back into the soft skin, earning a delirious whine. 

“Come on, don’t be difficult, doll.” Benn’s voice purred on his other side as they stumbled up the gangplank of the ship they’d arrived on. “Just follow along like a good girl.”

“Not a girl…” grumbled Ace, trying to pull his body into a straightened position, only to gasp in surprise when he was shoved forward and tumbled right onto a bed.

Carmine eyes widened as Shanks was suddenly on top of him, mouth slamming against his own while a hand moved up to cup his chin and pry his mouth open. A noise of protest escaped from between the two of them for a moment as a tongue forced its way in and began to move along the inside of his mouth forcefully. Ace struggled, but it was useless as Shanks used one of his own hands to pin both of his wrists to the bed above him, unbothered by his squirming in the slightest.

The teen stiffened as his knee brushed between Shanks’ legs in his struggles and he felt something big and hard as Shanks gave a deep groan into his mouth, pulling back with a dirty grin, wine eyes glazed with a dark sense of pleasure. “Oh, I’m going to have fun with this!”

Ace whined when he felt the older man press against his front once more, before the world spun and he found his head hanging off the side of the bed, looking up at Benn from his upside down position, the older man grinning down at him as he undid his pants. “Open up, Freckles.” When Ace merely stared in wide eyed horror, Benn sighed heavily, turning to look back at Shanks, who’d gotten comfortable between his legs. “Shanks, make his mouth open while you’re back there. You know how to use your tongue.”

“Got it, Benn!” chuckled the redhead before ducking under the skirt and Ace only had a moment to process the entire interaction before a hot tongue licked up the fabric of his underwear, though that didn’t last long. The strokes were quick and fast, stimulating him from outside the lace, before it was pulled to the side and Shanks’ tongue was flicking along his clit, twirling around the little nub swiftly.

Ace’s mouth fell open in a gasp of surprise, before a hot and heavy cock was shoved into his mouth, Benn using his distracted mind to his advantage as he thrusted deep into his open mouth, bottoming out in one swift movement, his head breaching the back of Ace’s throat.

“Hrk!” Ace gagged, tears springing to the corners of his eyes as Shanks tongue continued to stimulate his clit a bit more, before moving to poke at his cunt’s entrance teasingly, before pushing inside slowly.

“Fuck, his mouth and throat are hot and tight, Shanks.” groaned Benn, head falling back in bliss.

Shanks hummed and Ace felt a grin around his pussy as the redhead continued to eat him out, tongue swirling quickly around his walls, before a finger moved to stimulate his clit once more and a muffled moan of forced pleasure fell from Ace’s stuffed mouth as Benn pulled back a bit, before thrusting forward again.

After that first thrust, Benn seemed to throw caution to the wind, pulling back and thrusting forward viciously, filling Ace’s throat with each push inward. The bed creaked from the long haired man’s movements as he panted hotly from each thrust, before his eyes lit up and on his next thrust into Ace’s mouth, his hand clamped around the teen’s throat.

Ace’s body jerked on the bed, unable to move from the caged position he found himself in and the sudden cut off from oxygen as Benn’s balls pressed against his face and the other made small grinding motions into his mouth.

“Shit, this is even tighter than I thought you could get, girlie.” Tears stung at the corners of Ace’s eyes at the words, wanting to spit back and fight that he wasn’t a girl, even if neither of the men would listen to a word he would say.

Only moments into grinding into his mouth did Benn finally pull back and the pirate continued to fuck his mouth and Ace felt something building deep in his stomach as two fingers joined Shanks’ tongue in fucking his cunt, stretching him open and hitting all his most sensitive parts in that moment, his legs beginning to shake and tremble from their place pinned to the bed.

“Mph! Mph!” He tried to warn, eyes closed tightly as Benn gave a loud groan from the vibrations he felt from Ace trying to speak around his cock.

“Fucking take it…” With that Benn’s balls tensed and he thrusted into Ace’s throat one last time and began to release straight down, but Ace wasn’t prepared for it as his own body locked up and he released all over Shanks’ face while he choked on the long haired man’s cum, some frothing up at the edges of his mouth and trailing down his chin to his neck sluggishly.

The three sat there for a moment, Benn waiting until his balls finished pumping his cum into Ace’s stuffed mouth and Shanks licking around Ace’s pussy to clear all the remaining release from his thighs and entrance.

Once he finished, the redhead sat up and looked down at the flushed and shaking form with a sadistic grin on his face. “Are you ready for the main course, darling?”

Ace whined pitifully as they descended onto him once more.

⸻

Ace’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Shanks gripped his small hips tightly within his large hands, tugging his body up and down like a cock sleeve as Benn watched with a lazy smirk on his lips, pumping his cock slowly in order to not cum too soon.

“N-No! S-Slow down, too much!” yelped Ace as Shanks punched the air out of his lungs once more, cockhead slamming deeply into his cunt once more and making his hands flail as he gripped the redhead’s shoulders hard enough that his nails bit into the tanned skin on the area.

“It’s not too much for a slutty bitch like yourself, Princess.” The captain snorted, leaning down to nip and suck on the skin of his neck and shoulders gently. “I mean, you walked around that bar with a skirt short enough to flash everyone there. You must be so used to men treating you like this, darling.”

“Haah, n-no…”

“Of course you are, honey.” crooned the older man, a smirk on his lips as his hips pushed upwards once more. “That’s why you’re taking me in so well…your body was made for this.”

A whimper escaped Ace’s lips as Shanks thrusted forward once more, stilling as his cock twitched and spasmed before releasing deep into the teen, who moaned weakly from the feeling, his cunt tightening as he squirting in Shanks lap, liquid splashing along the older man’s shirt violently.

“Is it time, Shanks?” Benn murmured, crawling closer on the bed, until Ace was sandwiched between the two of them, no wiggle room to be given.

“Yup.” Shanks shifted slightly, arms wrapping tightly around Ace’s waist as the teen fell against him like dead weight. “He should be wet and loose enough in the back to not need any prep at all.”

Benn nodded, hand gripping his cock tightly as he positioned himself at Ace’s ass and began to push in without any preamble, earning a weak whine and slight struggle from the younger, Shanks moving to hush the freckled barmaid as he ran his hand through dark and sweat matted hair.

It took all of Benn’s strength not to begin fucking Ace without Shanks’ word to go, but he managed until the redhead grinned over the teen’s shoulder at him. Without a word, both men pulled out the slightest bit and pushed back in just as deeply, earning a loud squeal from the freckled teen, who tightened around both of them, almost impossibly so.

Soon after, both men found a steady rhythm of fucking Ace, whenever one pulled out, the other thrusted in, never letting him feel truly empty or giving him a break, their paces hard and face, both men leaving bites and kisses on every inch of skin they could reach, while their hands gripped his hips and waist tight enough to bruise.

Treating him like nothing more than their personal cocksleeve.

Ace didn’t know how long he sat there, mind blank to try and forget the pain and forced pleasure he was feeling in that moment (even as the tears continued to run down his face from the constant feeling of large and rough hands handling him, touching him, ruining him), but when he came back, it was with a jolt and keen as a calloused finger rubbed harsh circles into his clit as both men panted wetly around him, their gazes hyper focused on his face. The temperature in the room skyrocketed, along with the sounds of the creaking of the bed and the sounds of wet skin meeting skin as a wail slipped out of Ace’s kiss and bite bruised lips, body shaking, cunt and ass tightening around the twitching cocks as he released once more all over them, squirting violently for the last time that night before he fell into the blissful embrace of darkness.

“Fucking hell…” Shanks groaned as he thrusted inside one last time, cockhead breaching the little pocket in the back and filling it to the brim with his final load of the night, adding to the mess already frothing around his hips and keeping him connected to Ace as he looked down at the unconscious teen’s stomach with a dark grin. “Well, I know we fucked her enough to get her pregnant.”

“And even if we didn’t…” grunted Benn, rolling his hips a few more times as he pumped rope after hot rope into Ace’s ass. “She certainly looks it.”

The older man wasn’t wrong. Ace’s stomach, once flat and toned, now had a noticeable bulge, showing how much they fucked and wrecked him for anyone else.

“Mm…” Shanks yawned, pulling out to flop onto the dirty bed sheets as he accepted Ace when Benn passed him over. “I’m going to enjoy keeping her by our side, right Benn?”

“Would be a nice stress reliever,” His Vice-Captain agreed, moving to the other side and lighting a cigarette. “I mean look at her, she can’t run to anyone else. We’ve marked her as ours now.”

“True, true.” Shanks leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Ace’s tear streaked face. “I hope you enjoy your new life with us, Freckles, cause you can say goodbye to the Island Girl life you’ve been living.”

All he received was a tired whimper as tears leaked from under closed eyelids and down ruddy freckled cheeks.

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Series this work belongs to:

• Part 50 of Bottom Ace's Dead Dove Collection