Mugiwara High (One Piece WA 2017)

19. Toska

AN~ some daddy smut before heart break

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Toska~ (n.)a dull ache of the soul, a sick pining, a spiritual anguish

Mihawk pov (parents get down&dirty to)

"Lets change the movie, its boring."

"You picked it." I groan slightly as my husband began to search for a new movie. Shanks always started off with ghostbusters, and then changed half way to some scary movie or cartoon.

"Yeah, well I'm changing it."

I only nodded curtly, even though he could see me since his head was on my shoulder and eyes glued to the screen. My fingers fondled his bright red hair which was in a great need of cutting. Perona usually cut it for him since Shanks hates people he doesn't know touching him, even more than I do.

Never would I admit it, but Shank's childish habits always made me chuckle.

For example, he insisted we had breakfast for dinner every Thursday, went to Disney world every other year, and ate dinner together every night as a family.

They were things that no one else really thought of, but matter how much I didn't like pancakes, Zoro groaned when posing with Mickey, and Perona wished to eat upstairs in her room. We all secretly enjoyed our time together.

This man with three thin scars in his face really was the love of my life. "Shanks?"

"Yeah?" Shanks asked pushing hair behind his ears as he settled on an episode of Law and Order SVU, a show we both liked.

"I love you."

"I love you, too." I smiled before kissing me softly, "What were you thinking about?"

"Our family." I stayed with a happy sigh. He only hummed in response. There wasn't any explaining to do, and I wasn't a talker. It was nice that we had the ability to communicate in a thousand silent ways.

"You know, Zoro's at that party, and Perona is at a sleepover." He purred scooting closer so that he was almost in my lap, running a slow hand down my chest.

"Shanks..." I sighed, grabbing his hands by the wrist. It was already 11:30 that means Zoro's curfew was in 30 minutes, so he could walk in on us any minute.

"Come on, just a little bit." Shanks whined with a pout. He knew I wasn't going to say no, and I wanted exactly what he was thinking. "The D boys will probably sleep at the party, and take him home in the morning."

             "Tch."

            "You know I'm right." He smirked before  pressing his lips lustfully against mine. Instantly, I realized his wrist and wrApped my arms tightly around his waist, causing us to tumble backwards in the couch. "Easy there tiger."

           "Shut up." I growled as my lips moved down his neck, not leaving him any extra air. Quickly, his own fingers began to pillage new parts in my hair as my own hands snaked up his sweater and down past the small of his back.