Kinktober 2021
Summary: Kinktober Day 4: Collaring. Mihawk x Shanks x Marco.
Warnings: Collaring, Dominate and Submissive, Threesome, Overstimulation, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Light Bondage, Sexual Content, Slight Masochism,
Author's Note: Hey everyone and welcome back to Kinktober 2021! Thanks to the discord server I'm in, making my choice for this day was easier xD I couldn't make up my mind on which pairing and bam then it became three xD so enjoy? xD
Kinktober Day Four: Collaring (Mihawk/Shanks/Marco)
He was kneeled on the floor. His hands bound behind his back with a purple sash, locking his wrists together to keep them from moving. His skin was already glistening with a layer of sweat, shining against his tanned skin in the candlelight of the room. Their only lighting coming from a single lantern sitting on. Through wisps of red hair, he could see the two responsible for his susceptible position just a little way from him.
One was sitting cross legged on the desk. Arms crossed over his chest. The familiar cross hanging from his neck. The other was leaning against the wall, ankles crossed over each other with his hands in his pockets. Tattoo on full display for the world.
Both standing there with a mixture of lust and hunger radiating in their eyes as they stared him down.
Shanks felt vulnerable. Exposed.
His hat was on the desk. His stripped shirt long forgotten and left tossed off somewhere where he couldn't see. His pants were long gone. Being the first thing to disappear off of his body when he was dragged into the room by his wrist.
His body was completely bare. Nothing blocking any part of him from their eyes. Marco was the first to move, taking the few steps forward before he was kneeling in front of where Shanks was. Fingers ghosting over Shanks' jaw that had the red head watching his movements through clouded eyes. Hazed over in his own lust over the situation.
This was by far not the first time that they ended up all three together. Shanks and Marco have had a strange relationship since the Roger Pirates and Whitebeard Pirates started clashing with each other. Then Shanks met Mihawk and sparked up a relationship with him between their own quarrels. Which led to the two older pirates finding out about each other and their respective relationships with Shanks. It wasn't like Shanks was exclusive to either one of them. Forming a strange three-way relationship between them. Shanks couldn't choose between the two. He craved the burning passion he got with Mihawk, but loved the almost taunting, hate from Marco. He would gladly wear a scarlet letter on his chest if it meant keeping something with both of them.
Neither Mihawk nor Marco seemed to mind the arrangement.
They were pirates after all.
They didn't follow societal rules. They did what they wanted. Took what they wanted.
Marco's fingers moved from his jaw and up into his hair, twirling around the strands of his hair before he was grabbing a fistful and pulling his head back. It was far more gentle than what he was used too from the blonde pirate. "Do you want to be ours, Red-Hair?" Marco mused, the smirk on his face as Shanks shivered. His fingers moving from Shanks' jaw and towards his neck. Dipping into the connection of his neck to his shoulder. Sending chills down Shanks spine. "You would like that wouldn't you? To belong to the both of us. We could use you in whatever way we pleased."
Mihawk finally moved after that, his arms still crossed over his chest as his eyes roamed over Shanks' body. Almost devouring him with just a glance. Shanks wanted to shy away, trying to move away from the intense glances he was receiving and the delicate touches that Marco was leaving behind on his body.
The Swordsman kneeled behind him, his chest flushing against Shanks' naked back. The youngest of them all trembling as Mihawk nipped at his neck. Dragging his teeth along his pulse point. "Mihawk."
Mihawk moved around him, holding his arms out in front of Shanks as Marco pulled back. That smirk on his face as he sat back on his heels with his chin placed in his palm. Shanks' eyes settled on what was in Mihawk's hand. Dangling between his fingers.
A collar.
More specifically one that was blue and gold colored. The two colors twisting together. The inside of the collar decorated in the same shade as Shanks' hair. The buckle was gold in color and the small loop was also the same golden color.
Shanks forced the lump that formed in his throat down. Eyes glued to the collar still within Mihawk's hand. "What do you say, Red-Hair?" Mihawk whispered, lips ghosting over Shanks' ear. His hot breath bringing goosebumps up on his skin.
His mouth was dry. He never thought of that possibility. Thought of belonging to the both of them. The idea seemed rather appealing. Being at the mercy of the two older pirates. "Tell us, Red-Hair." Marco purred, droopy eyes locked with Shanks' own, fingers tightening on Shanks' jaw.
He shuddered as a hand snaked its way down his body, grabbing his leaking cock within his hand. Swiping the precum off of the head and twisting his wrist that ripped a whine from Shanks. The red head curling in from the touch. "Your body is telling us all we need to know." Mihawk muttered, nipping at his neck again.
Shanks whined, leaning his head back against Mihawk's shoulder. Letting out a pant as Mihawk continued his ministrations on his member. "Tell us, Shanks." Marco added, moving forward, and biting against his shoulder. Marco's other hand trailed from his jaw, gliding across his chest to his hip before he was dipping his hand back. Fingers teasing Shanks' quivering hole as the youngest bite his lip to keep his sounds contained.
The way that Marco said his name. He never just said his name. Not once over the entire time they've known each other. It was always his nickname that he had gained for the unnatural color of his hair. Never just Shanks.
Added in with Marco playing with his entrance and Mihawk's hand clasped around his cock. He was in heaven. His eyes shot open and his mouth dropping as Marco's breached his entrance. The burn that followed as his muscle was stretched around the finger. The digit going in completely dry. His mind was scrambled. Trying to put a cohesive thought as Marco thrusted his finger in and out of him, feeling his palm laying directly against the skin of his ass.
"Speak, Red-Hair." Mihawk ordered.
The air caught in Shanks' throat as he let out a small moan, gasping out, "Yes, please." His words worked for pushing Marco's actions as he pulled his hand back, only to push in two fingers instead. "Oh God." The youngest moaned out from the burning stretch that followed that sent pain surging through his back. A pain that he craved. A pain that Marco was more than willing to give to him.
Marco only pulled back enough for Mihawk to retract his hand from Shanks' cock and to hold the collar in front of the red head with both hands. Bringing the piece of leather up to Shanks' neck and clasping it tightly around his throat. The weight blossoming a feeling of wanted throughout Shanks. The blonde Commander finally revealed what was in his other hand, pulling up a leash that matched the collar in color. Shanks eyed the leash, biting his lip at the thought of what the older pirates had in mind. Marco reached forward, clasping the leash to the collar, and giving it a tug that brought a satisfied noise from Shanks.
With his hand grasping the leash tighter, Marco pulled backwards, bringing the youngest pirate with him. Pulling his other hand out of Shanks, gaining a sound of discontent from the red head. Pushing his hips backwards for the feel of having one of them inside of him again. Pulling the youngest to his chest that had Shanks gasping for air for a split second from the sudden movement. With his hands still tightly bound behind his back, Shanks was unable to catch himself before he was going face first towards the floor. The only cushioning coming from Marco's thigh. His ass in the air, presenting himself for Mihawk who was still behind him.
Shanks adjusted his head, his cheek pressing against Marco's lap as the blonde used his other hand to thread his fingers through his hair. Shanks purred, leaning towards Marco's touch. "Do you want Hawkeyes to fuck your tight little hole?" Marco questioned, taking a fist full of Shanks' hair into his hand and pulling his head back so the youngest of the three was looking straight at him.
Shanks shuddered as another hand moved back over his hole, palm over the quivering muscle as he pushed his hips back again, urging for the touch. "So impatient." Mihawk mused, placing a chaste kiss against Shanks' lower back as he adjusted behind the younger pirate. "Present yourself."
Shanks moved his hands as much as he could, gripping his own ass cheeks in hand and pulling them apart, showing his hole even more for Mihawk. "So good for us, aren't you, Red-Hair." Marco purred, releasing his grip, and returning back to just carding his fingers through Shanks' hair.
Shanks bit his lip as he felt the oil dripping over his hole, Mihawk's finger moving in a second later that swirled around the entrance before plunging in a second later. Pulling a gasp from Shanks as he turned his head further into Marco's lap. The Swordsman didn't use one finger for long before it was joined again by another, making a scissoring motion to further stretch him out. The red head's breathing had picked up as Mihawk used his freehand to rub soothing circles into his lower back as he continued his work. Curling his fingers and hitting the bundle of nerves inside of Shanks that had him seeing stars. Throwing his head back and letting out a loud moan. "Mihawk, for the love of God, please."
Mihawk took Shanks' pleas in stride, pulling his fingers from the heat of the younger pirate before he was slicking up his own hardened cock. Shanks flexed his hands as he felt Mihawk breach his entrance before he was plunging in. Knocking the air out of the red head's throat as his body jerked forward, face going straight into Marco's crotch. The bulge straining against Marco's pants, begging to be set free. Shanks jerked his arms, wishing that they were free so he could pleasure Marco in the way that they were pleasuring him.
Mihawk had pulled back out, leaving just the tip in before his hands were settled on Shanks' tanned hips. Nails digging into Shanks' skin as he snapped his hips forward again, gaining the whine from Shanks. The fire igniting in the pit of his stomach as he could hear – and feel – Mihawk's skin slapping against his own.
He tugged at his restraints again, as he felt Marco shift. "What do you want, Red-Hair?" Marco questioned, the drawl of his voice making Shanks shiver at just the tone alone. With the teasing circles into his scalp.
"Marco, let me please you." Shanks muttered, his words coming out in spurts from the force Mihawk was pushing against him. Marco smirked, reaching behind Shanks' back and releasing his hands. The younger pirate scrambled, hands moving to release Marco from the confines of his pants. His cock springing out, Shanks licked his lips as he felt the tip smack his cheek. Fingers digging into the fabric of Marco's pants as he glanced up at the Commander through his bands. Eye lashes fluttered as he gave a teasing lick to the tip that had Marco biting his lip.
He moved his hands, grabbing the base before dipping his head down, taking the head of Marco's dick into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the tip. The taste of precum filling his mouth as he moved, taking more of the hardened member into his mouth. Gaining a groan of appreciation from Marco as fingers went back into his hair. Taking a handful of his locks, guiding his head as he bobbed his head up and down. Hollowing his cheeks just right that had Marco giving a thrust into his mouth. Gagging slightly as Marco's cock hit the back of his throat. The saliva already building up on his chin as Marco rocked his hips. The cock in his mouth moving in and out. Slamming into the back of his throat with each movement. Added in with the vibrations of his own moans as Mihawk slammed into him.
The heat already building up in his stomach. Twisting in knots as his high was vastly approaching. The pull on the leash got tighter. The collar biting into his neck as Marco pulled on it once more. He could feel Marco's movements getting sloppier as the moans the older pirate was releasing became quicker. "Oh, fuck—" Marco groaned just as Shanks felt the twitch from his cock before Marco came. Hot spurts of cum hitting the back of his throat as Shanks continued. Lapping the dick in his mouth with his tongue, feeling the way that Marco's body spasmed. Gulping down the cum in his mouth almost greedily as he lowered his head. His nose touching Marco's pelvis.
The hand in his hair jerked his head up, seconds later lips were crashing against his. Their lips moving together for a moment before his head was being wrenched back again. His neck craning as he was pulled towards Mihawk's chest. He let out a sharp exhale at the harsh snap of Mihawk's hips hitting the back of his thighs.
Marco was smirking at him as Shanks looked at him through glossy eyes, tears kissing his eye lashes as Mihawk paused his movements just long enough for Marco grab one of Shanks' legs. Flipping him over to his back. The Commander's arms hooked underneath his thighs, bringing his legs up to his chest as Marco's torso pressed into his back. The leash in Marco's hand being passed over to Mihawk.
Shanks gulped at the look in Mihawk's eye as the Swordsman smirked at him. Twisting the leash in his hand, jerking it just enough that it caught Shanks off guard. Cutting off his airway just for a moment before releasing it enough that Shanks could breathe again. He let out a harsh breath as Mihawk snapped his hips again, rocking Shanks backwards into Marco. Gaining a moan from Marco as Shanks felt the blonde's dick getting hard again against his back.
Fingers coming up to his mouth, pushing down his tongue for a second before he was closing his lips around them and swirling the muscle around them. The Swordsman moved again, picking back up the pace that had Shanks' body rocking back into Marco. Marco's other hand had snaked around his body, grasping his dick in his hand, pumping at the same pace that Mihawk's thrusts.
After a moment, Marco removed his fingers from Shanks' mouth, a string of saliva connecting them before Marco's fingers trailed down his body. Diving down and encircling his entrance that was already being stretched by Mihawk's cock. Shanks bit down on his lip as he felt the first finger breech him. The burn that followed from the extra stretch. Soon it was joined by the second, pushing all the way in until he felt Marco's palm against his tailbone. Marco's fingers moved. Just as his fingers moved, Mihawk hit Shanks' prostate dead on. Bringing the mixture of a gasp and moan from him as he threw his head back onto Marco's shoulder.
The heat in his gut heightened as Marco continued his ministrations. The two stimulating him from both sides. "Ngh… I'm going too—"
"Come for us, Red-Hair." Mihawk demanded, fingers grazing Shanks' jaw.
Shanks released a high-pitched moan as he came, spilling over Marco's hand and onto his stomach. Marco didn't stop as Shanks' climax. The action starting to engulf his body. He shuddered, attempting to pull his legs in on himself as the sensation got to overwhelming for him. Marco's arms tightened on his legs, keeping them pinned in place.
The stimulation from Marco's hand was almost painful as he started to feel the stutter in Mihawk's thrusts. The Swordsman's grip on the leash tightened with one final snap of his hips before he was spilling deep inside of Shanks. Giving a few rocks to ride out his climax.
Shanks gave a pleasant sigh as he leaned back against Marco, breathing heavily as the Commander removed his hand from his cock. He reached his arm up, throwing it over Marco's shoulder and carding his fingers through his blonde hair. Mihawk leaned forward, pressing his lips into Shanks'. Letting their lips dance lazily together.
Shanks smiled into it just before Mihawk pulled away pulling out of the younger pirate. "You look wrecked, Red-Hair." Mihawk stated, breathing heavily as he leaned forward, head settling on Shanks' shoulder as the red head used his free arm to twist his fingers into his raven-colored hair.
Marco reached out him, unclasping the leash from the collar before he was reaching to take off the leather from around Shanks' neck, but he shook his head. "No, leave it." Shanks muttered. "I want it to stay. I'm yours."