Mihawk x Reader When Shanks Does A Bad

The One Where Mihawk Makes You His

(This one's uh... Not like the others.)

You yawned, thoroughly exhausted by Shanks' daily idiotic actions.

"Tired?"

You managed to give a grunt of agreement to Mihawk's question, laying your head on his shoulder when he wrapped his arms around you. You didn't bother to move when he scooped you into his arms and carried you away.

Eyes closed, you couldn't see where you were going. It took you about five minutes to realize Mihawk had carried you much farther than to bed.

Opening your eyes a bit you saw silver moonlight filtering through the canopy above. You looked around at the forest around you. "Where we at...?"

"Somewhere Red-Hair won't find."

You gave a tired whine, muttering nonsense. Mihawk shifted you, pressing his cheek against your hair for a moment.

For the past few days Mihawk had tried to stop himself from touching you... In that way... But he'd been getting more and more frustrated, more and more desperate to drag you down, pull off your clothes, and dominate you completely.

He wanted to hear you scream his name.

Even now, he was trying to talk himself out of it. But seeing you, helpless in his arms, blindly trusting him... It turned him on. So what if you were half his age? He was still going to do you till you couldn't even remember your own name.

You'd fallen asleep. Apparently dreaming about food, you made a noise that sounded a bit like 'Nom nom' and then gently took part of Mihawk's coat in your mouth.

His breathing was getting heavy. If you didn't stop being accidentally adorable, he might end up on top of you before you even woke up.

He gently laid you down on the moss and ferns, gently brushing his knuckles across your jawline. "(Y/N)." You shifted, muttering. "(Y/N)!" Screw it. If you didn't wake up, so be it.

He pulled off your shirt, pushed your pants off your legs. On all fours on top of you, Mihawk looked at your near-naked body. "Mine..." He ran one hand down your stomach and a bit down your thigh.

You whimpered in your sleep, but didn't wake.

"Come now, (Y/N). Wake up." He started to kiss your neck, his hand wandering ever closer to your core. When he finally touched you, you mewled in your sleep, hands tightening into fists.

Mihawk shrugged off his jacket and undid his belt. "Wake up, (Y/N)." He kissed your mouth this time, his hands going back to your body. Your breathing was getting labored, though you still didn't wake.

"Mihawk..." You muttered his name in your sleep, and he shivered with the desire to take you.

"At least you're not dreaming about Red-Hair." Mihawk pulled away from you for a moment, just looking down at your body. He could still stop. Could still pull your clothes back on your body, let you think your dream was from nothing other than a dirty subconscious.

But that was just the thing. He couldn't stop.

"(Y/N)." This time when he said your name your eyes fluttered open. You shivered, wrapping your arms around yourself.

"Wuh... Huh? Mihawk?" Your eyes were clouded with sleep, your hair mussed.

He shushed you, pressing his lips to yours and once again running his hands over your body. "Shh... It's okay (Y/N)... It's okay."

The look on your face was a mix of confusion and need. "Mihawk..." You moaned his name this time, closing your eyes, still too tired to do anything but let him touch you.

He kissed down your neck, to your chest, down your stomach. Your breathing got heavier the closer he got, and you shivered when he gently removed the last bit of clothes between him and you.

His touch made your heart pound, and the pleasure his tongue could bring made stars explode across your vision.

When he'd finished you were a whimpering mess. He kissed you gently, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He was still wearing his pants, but when he pressed his hips against yours, you both gasped. Mihawk moved against you, panting heavily.

"(Y/N)... I can't... Please..." His forehead rested against yours, love and want glowing in his golden eyes. You kissed him, long and slow, before reaching down to take off his pants, and give him what he so desperately needed.

The sun woke you, and you rolled over to keep it out of your eyes. You felt moss and leaves beneath you, and for a moment you were confused. Then it all came back.

Your eyes flew open and you looked down at yourself. Mihawk had thrown his coat over you, but other than that, you were completely bare. Mihawk himself was fast asleep next to you.

He'd pulled on his boxers before falling out, but otherwise he was as naked as you. One of his arms was thrown across your stomach, and he was snoring quietly.

You shifted closer to him, suddenly cold, and his grip tightened on your body. You hid your face in his chest, cheeks burning.

"I love you... (Y/N)..."

"I-I love you too, Mihawk."

He didn't say anything else. He was still asleep.