Kinktober 2021

Summary: Kinktober Day 5: Food Play (Body Shot) Mihawk/Shanks.

Author's Note: Hey everyone and welcome back to Kinktober 2021! I do hope you guys enjoy! I'm doing a subcategory of Food Play because I think it's fitting for Shanks xD Just a heads up, I've mentioned it before but me and Mihawk's speaking mannerisms argue and it drives me crazy so he probably won't be on point with the way he speaks. I try my best though.

Warnings: Alcohol Use (is that really a warning in One Piece though?), Modern AU, technically underage drinking because of Shanks, College AU

Kinktober Day Five: Food Play (Body Shots) (Mihawk/Shanks)

If there was one thing that Shanks truly enjoyed doing, it was partying. Call him careless or a typical college student but he loved living life to the fullest. Letting lose even if it was just for a little bit. The music was thumping, loud, and radiating off of the walls around them. Shanks could already feel the alcohol in his system. The swim of his mind as the other college students danced and grinded against each other. His own dancing partner was some frat guy from within the house, but Shanks' eyes were on one man in particular.

Dracule Mihawk.

Senior classmate in his fourth year and majorly attractive. He had piercing eyes that seemed to be able to track just about anyone and anything without even trying. It always sent chills down Shanks' spine whenever those eyes would land on him. Mihawk had gained the nickname "Hawkeyes" by his fellow classmen for his way of being able to pinpoint out things most people normally didn't notice as well as the gaze that could stop anyone in their tracks.

Well, anyone except Shanks.

Mihawk belonged with a small group of students who "helped" enforce school policies, though not one of them actually did what they were supposed to. In exchange, the school board would look the other way for any infractions they might do. Shanks was sure Mihawk was only at this party because of Doflamingo and Crocodile, who also were a part of that faction.

Shanks' other friends were close by within the swarms of bodies. Yasopp was dancing with his girlfriend, and Benn was playing mother hen and making sure that his fellow students moderated themselves. Including Shanks. Though Shanks was the reasoning behind why Benn would watch how much people consumed despite drinking himself. Shanks almost drank himself into a coma once at one of these parties and scared most of the students. Benn usually ended up with help in the form of Marco who lived within the frat house that this specific party was currently in.

Him and Mihawk had a strange fuck buddy relationship as he would call it. He would say they were friends. Maybe even friends with benefits with how many times they've slept together.

No strings attached.

Even if Shanks wanted it to be more than that.

He found Mihawk leaning up against the wall, a cup in hand. His eyes moving over the other party goers. Shanks grinned as he walked over, leaning against the wall next to the older man as Mihawk side eyed him. "You shouldn't be here, Red-Hair."

Shanks shrugged. "What are you gonna do?" He questioned. "Spank me?" He blinked as he realized what just came out his mouth. His face heating over and he quickly looked away, taking a drink to hide his fact.

Mihawk snorted, taking a drink of his own. "Do I need too?" Shanks gaped at him for a moment, jaw dropping open as he watched Mihawk tense and look away.

Shanks couldn't help the smile that slipped on his face, as he downed the rest of his cup, placed it on the side table next to them and turned towards the older man. "You always could."

His statement brought a smile on Mihawk's lips as he turned to face Shanks. "You would like that wouldn't you?"

Shanks smirked, tilting his head, and looking up to the other through his bangs. "Possibly."

Before either of them could say another word, Yasopp came crashing into Shanks' side, pulling a laugh from the red head as he looked over to his friend. Yasopp's face was flushed over from intoxication as he grinned, throwing his arm over Shanks' shoulders. "Hey, Cap'n. They are doing body shots. As the reigning king, you need to be involved."

Shanks rolled his eyes, looking over to see the quirk in Mihawk's eyebrow. "King? Is that so."

Shanks made a noise as he scratched the back of his head. "They kind of just started calling me that." He started.

"He's literally the king of body shots. Everyone wants one from him." Yasopp added, the slur to his words as he spoke. Poking at Shanks' cheek.

"Really now?" Mihawk questioned again, the smirk playing on his lips.

"What? Jealous you haven't had one?" Shanks teased. "Or do you not know how to do one?"

Mihawk snorted. "As if I would want to resort to such a filthy practice of drinking liquor off of someone."

"It's all in good fun, Hawkeyes." Shanks laughed, narrowing his eyes as he placed a hand on his hip. "Unless you've never actually done one." Mihawk eyed him but didn't say anything which had Shanks grinning. The red head reached out, grabbing the older man by the wrist, and pulling him over to where the others were doing body shots. Where Thatch was taking a body shot off of Izou. Shanks grabbed the shot glass of tequila, the saltshaker, and a lime before turning to Mihawk. Mihawk rolled his eyes, taking the lime from Shanks and putting it into his mouth by the peel.

"Pick your place." Mihawk instructed.

Shanks hummed as he looked over Mihawk, smirking as he reached up and moved the collar of his shirt out of the way, revealing his pulse point. The red head shook the saltshaker over the spot, coating the skin in salt before placing it down on the table. Still grinning like a mad man as he threw his arm over Mihawk's free shoulder, threading his fingers into the wisps of black hair. He brought the shot glass up to his lips, throwing back the shot of tequila, surging forward to lick over the salt on Mihawk's neck. Feeling the way he shuddered as he tongue ran across his pulse point. A hand landing on his upper back that was curling into his striped shirt he picked for that night. With the salt lapped up, he moved his head, lips grazing over Mihawk's as he brought the lime into his mouth. Sucking the juice from it as he swallowed the shot down. Moaning into it as Mihawk's other hand found the way to his ass.

He pulled back, the lime peel coming with him as he smirked at the older man. Using the hand with the glass to pull the peel from his mouth. "Your turn." Shanks stated.

Mihawk got that glint back in his eye. For the first time, Shanks completely froze. A chill going down his spine. "I think my skills are a bit more advanced than yours." The black-haired man stated.

Shanks gulped as Mihawk looked over his shoulder and nodded to where Izou was standing. "Oh, this is gonna be good." He heard Izou mutter as the kimono clad man walked around the table, hands settling on Shanks' biceps and pulling him backwards.

Shanks was guided to the table where the others had been doing the other form of body shots. Izou slipped his hat off of his head as Shanks sat down on the edge. Mihawk reached out, fingers gliding over Shanks' jaw as he pulled his face towards his. A smirk settled on his lips. "Aren't you supposed to be the King of Body Shots? Yet, you do the simplest and easiest one on me? I think it's time for a new reign to begin." Mihawk murmured, lips ghosting over Shanks'. Shanks shuddered as Mihawk's hand moved from his face and going to his shoulder and pushing him back against the table. Shanks gulped as Mihawk pushed up his shirt, revealing his stomach to those around them as the older man looked over to Izou. "Izou."

Shanks leaned his head back as Izou poured the tequila into his navel, salt following close behind on his upper stomach. A lime was handed to him that he put into his mouth by the peel. His heart was racing against his chest.

This version of body shots was always so intimate.

The liquor on his stomach ran down his sides as he tried to make sure he didn't move.

He almost jumped as he felt the tongue just below his navel, trailing up before Mihawk's lips were over it and sucking the alcohol out. Shanks bit down on the peel as Mihawk's tongue moved again, dragging up and running over the salt. Picking up the trail as Mihawk lifted his head. Lips brushing over Shanks' as he bit down into the lime, sucking out the juice before pulling back with the peel in his mouth. Pulling the peel from his mouth, he smirked down at Shanks. The red head's face completely flushed over as he sat up.

Mihawk's fingers found their way to his jaw again, almost entrancing him as he leaned closer to the touch. Mihawk's lips ghosting over his own as he muttered. "I'm going to wreck you."

"Please."