Charismatic men haven’t ever had their desired effect on you. A lot of the time, they were trying too hard in your eyes with their supposed “charming personalities”. After a couple of drinks, you found them to be as much of bumbling idiots as any other guy in a bar.

Not Shanks. God, not Shanks. If he isn’t the embodiment of charisma itself, you don’t know who he is. The way he flirts with you is enough to make your heart skip a beat and the way he looks at you is intense enough to make you feel like you’re the only two people in the world at times. The man is incredibly smooth. The proof is in the pudding.

From what you can remember, you were drinking alongside the Red Hair Pirates while at some random bar you happened to be at the same time. Of course, Shanks gravitated towards you and remained by your side the whole time. There was lots of drunken giggling coming from you while he entertained you the whole time with his drunken stupidity. He’s like a puppy when drunk.

Yet, you can’t quite seem to recall how something so innocent as laughing with one another in the bar went from you both sensually making out on his ship while in his cabin. Everything happened so quickly. Charismatic men should come with a hazard warning, shouldn’t they?

“I’ve been waiting to do this, ah… You’re so pretty. Taste better than I imagined too…”

Shanks murmurs gently against your lips while kissing you passionately, some groans coming out of his mouth because he’s enjoying himself. The flirting doesn’t ever end with him. He’s touching you all over and it’s making you feel so weak. Either the alcohol has left his body or he was pretending to be a drunken goofball earlier on because he sure seems sober right now!

“Your neck is ten kisses long, do you know that?”

The red-haired pirate quietly whispers, placing several kisses down your neck, starting from below your chin. You haven’t heard such an erotic sentence in your life.