The Expert Swimmer. {Shanks x Reader}

News.

The sound of birds singing pulls you awake, your body aching from head to toe. You remember coming back with Shanks yesterday after your make out session in the middle of town and everything else was...well, unforgettable to say the least. 

A smile gracing your lips as the handsome bastard cuddles you from behind, burying his face into your neck. You can feel him smiling to himself, courtesy of his mouth being pressed against your hickey-covered skin.

You told him repeatedly no love bites but well, he's an outlaw, of course he wasn't going to listen. And admittedly, he felt so good that you didn't even want to fight it. You're covered in sweat through and you need to clean yourself up. 

Your hair is an utter mess, you've lost your clothes all over Shanks' room, your legs are stiff and your thighs are covered in multiple bodily fluids. You were so tired are the sex with Shanks you couldn't even move, you only fell right to sleep.

In your defense, he has a lot of stamina for a one-armed man. He went for two rounds which sure don't sound like much but they last about 2 hours each. He was so rough yet so gentle in other ways, he'd harshly grope you whilst planting soft kisses all over your neck and chest. 

And when he entered you, it felt like a mix of pain and pure satisfaction. He did not disappoint in the slightest, a perfect lover in the sheets. 

A knock sounds from the other side of Shanks' bedroom door and causes your sleeping beauty to grumble something incoherent. "Cap'n! Wake your ass up! You got explaining to do when you get out here!"

That's Yasopp? What did Shanks do? We left no evidence so it can't be about me...can it?

"Don't even pretend you're too weak to, we know you didn't drink much last night so you're not hungover!" Yasopp muffles some more, knocking again and this time louder. Good thing poor Shanks isn't detoxing.

Who would have thought Yasopp would get so mad about Shanks missing out on a drinking session?

"Alright, shut up!" Shanks finally yells back, or attempts to anyway with his sleepy voice. A sigh leaving his lips as he pulls away from you and sits up. "I'm sorry about him, it isn't always like this."

Sleepy Shanks is cute! Oh my, he's fucking cute!!

"You sound like you're trying to make this a regular thing~?" Of course you're only messing with him, you're not the type to casually bang your damn captain of all people. Shanks only chuckling at your teasing as he sloppily begins to get dressed.

"You wouldn't want it to be~? Aw, I'm hurt~!" He coos back at you, managing to slip into his shirt but struggling ever so slightly with the buttons. He leans over the bed to plant a gentle kiss on your lips and in the process of returning his affections, you reach for his shirt and begin to fasten his buttons for him.

Let's face it, Red-hair. You need me.

The originally soft kiss quickly grows deeper though, you don't get to fasten the rest of his buttons due to having to cling to his shirt for support as you breathlessly try to keep up with the liplock. Though, Shanks likes the scruffy look anyways so he wouldn't mind a few undone buttons.

The redhead breaks the kiss with a cheeky smirk as he murmurs something against your lips but you don't quite catch it. Your eyes staring up at him questionably. "BOSS!" Again, Yasopp is at the door. Someone is not a patient man in the mornings.

"Alright, I'm coming!" Shanks retorts once again with an adorably flustered pout on his face and it's only in this moment you realize how messy his hair is today. It's messy at the best of times but there's even bits sticking up now. 

So damn cute~!!

You can't help but giggle at his comment either. "I thought you did that last night." Your crude joke goes right over Shanks' head though, he looks at you in slight bewilderment until it slowly hits him.

"I...W-Wow, you're lewd." Shanks deadpans, his face looking serious for only a moment as he works out what you meant. Then he chuckles, that heart-warming boyish laugh of his that makes you weak in the knees. "I love it~! And...I love you~!" 

You can tell by the dip in his voice and the uncertain look in his eyes that he's a little scared to tell you that, maybe he thinks you won't reciprocate the feelings. Well, think again Red-hair. 

"I love you too, obviously~!" You chime before planting another kiss on his lips, the footsteps coming back toward the door and causing Shanks to growl lowly.

Damn, if he ever growls like that during sex, I swear I'm turning dominant on his sexy ass. 

"Gimme a sec." He murmurs crankily, the serious side to him is pretty damn hot so you don't mind in the slightest. Of course, the second he opens the door he has a newspaper shoved into his face.

"CAP'N! IS THIS TRUE?! THE HEADLINE! READ IT! IT'S YOU!! A PIRATE ROMANCE?! ARE YOU AND [F/N]--!" Yasopp being silenced when he notices you on the bed, covering yourself with the duvet but he's not stupid enough to misunderstand. Hell, the room stinks of sex, a man with a child would work out what has happened here in no time. "...SHIIIII--! EXCUSE ME, I'LL BE UH--DROWNING...MY EYEBALLS...IN BLEACH...BYE~!!" 

And just like that, Yasopp is out of here, leaving the newspaper with you and Shanks. The front page is a photo of you two kissing yesterday, that photographer must have lingered around and caught you two in the moment. And now it's on the front page of the fucking NEWSPAPER.

"The drink that barmaid spilled on your chest makes your skin look real shiny though...~"

You send your tormenting lover a glare at his remark, suddenly realizing why he licked your chest so much last night now. Well, at least the little tart will know that he's your man now, along with the rest of the world. 

"You're lucky you're cute, Red-hair~!" 

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