Let me teach some things / N.SFW Dracule Mihawk & Fem!Reader
hi, babies how have you all been? have you had water today? it's good to stay hydrated, maybe you'll need it
this is the part 2 of my "idol girl au", you can find the part one here. you can also find it in my ao3 account
warnings: smut, hanjobs, blowjobs, vaginal fingering
(a/n) dear diary today i taught a virgen how to suck a dick
The second day after what happened in your room, on top of your dressing table, it was as it usually happened in the previous mornings. In your heart of a woman in love – even though you fought hard against that title – there was still a faint flame of hope in receiving something more from your landlord, even if it were a simple “Morning, Idol Girl”, but nothing. He was acting the same, reading his newspaper as he was having his glass of wine. Absolutely not a single word was told by his lips, he didn’t even look at you. And a small nagging pain started in your chest and was spreading through your body reaching to the tips of your fingers, ricocheting until it reached your nose and eyes where you already felt the tears begin to sting.
After he left your room and left you there with your messed up thoughts, he had an appointment hours later and left without making a statement and you awaited his return. You waited until you got tired and went to sleep through the night, which was when he came home. But you only saw him again in the morning.
When the sepulchral silence was broken by the Perona’s arrival, you took a long sip of your coffee, almost burning your tongue in the act.
“Good morning! Why are you guys so melancholic?”, she asked as she sat in the chair right in front of yours.
You just nodded in response and looked at Mihawk’s reaction out of the corner of your eyes, but he remained in the same position, without answering the girl. Perona didn’t care, she was used to the host's morning silence. But not yours.
“Were you crying? What happened? Don’t tell me this tough man hurt you? Did you hurt her?” she asked, looking at him, but he didn’t give back the look.
“No”, he replied simply, for the first time in the day, you heard his voice.
“What’s going on? You guys are acting weird lately…”.
But for your relief, Perona gave up and went to do her own breakfast.
Mihawk got up, folded the newspaper and stuffed it into the magazine rack and went to wash the glass of wine he had used, dried it and put it away. After that, he left, certainly going after Zoro to start training. Still not looking in your direction.
Perona even tried to find out more about the situation, as you were too quiet and didn't even use a pickup line at Mihawk – which was very rare, as you lived to pester your landlord – but you dodged her question only answering that you had burned your tongue and were having trouble thinking of the words you would use to flirt with him. She clearly didn’t believe in a single word, but let it go. Even if she got on your nerves sometimes, you saw her as a friend. When she wasn’t focused on her own problems, she was a good listener.
When twilight came and the sound of sword blades ceased, you felt your heart flutter in anticipation. It was the time when Mihawk and Zoro would enter the house, after a full day of training.
Despite Roronoa being a diligent pupil and unaware of the word limit, Mihawk always limited his thirst for learning. So they had time to start and finish training. Zoro at first complained about these rules, but his sensei assured him that he would learn better if he had hours of rest, even though he knew that Roronoa would still spend part of the night training more. You admired your landlord for that, he was a good teacher and knew how to teach with discipline, respecting all the human rights of his student (except when he threatened to leave Zoro without alcohol, because that meant a direct attack on the poor bastard's feelings).
You were in the kitchen when your train of thought was abruptly cut off when Zoro and Perona passed by you, discussing something trivial, as was their custom. But you didn’t see the moment when Mihawk entered the castle. Would he have stayed outside longer? Anyway, your thoughts were already starting to tangle again and your legs were shaky just like the thought that he might go to your room later again, but you remembered the way he ignored you at breakfast, and all your hopes were gone. You were creating too many expectations for a promise made in the heat of the moment. The swordsman was a good teacher, but was he a good keeper of promises? He was ruled in his way of disciplining, but sexually – or sentimental, did he also have rules or did he simply live in the moment without thinking too much about what might happen in the future? You were unsure if you wanted to know the answer.
“Why are you so deep in thought, Lil Singer?”, his voice reverberated in your ears, sending shivers straight down your spine. You gulped as you tried hard to calm down your heart, which was already starting to race like crazy.
You refused to look at him, you knew that if you turned you would see those eyes gleaming like molten gold, hot as an ember.
"I'm just trying to come up with a good recipe for dinner," and again you used the lie as a ruse to escape the situation, even though you were aware that Dracule Mihawk saw everything in between the lines and nothing went unnoticed by that predatory gaze.
"And here you are lying again, what a bad girl. I've never seen you cooking, will we have you as a cook today? I would love to, since…", he leaned forward, making you feel the heat of his body take you hers, dispelling all the icy chills that his presence caused her, brushed the hair from her neck and pressed her lip to her ear as she finished the sentence: "... I'm really hungry."
By now it was impossible to think straight or hold back the urge to turn around and surrender to him. Everything about this man contributed to draining your sanity and you doubted that you would be able to get rid of the feelings, as they were already very well rooted in the core of your existence.
"You've never seen me cook because there's always someone to cook for me…", you used the last of your voice and strength to give him the petulant answer.
And you felt him almost laugh, but he quickly caught himself and placed his hand beside your waist on the cabinet counter. That same hand that he used to cut your panties with the Kogatana, that he used to squeeze your waist, that he used to squeeze your breasts and… that he used to fuck you hard and make you roll your eyes and moan loudly his name.
"Here's the petulant girl. I didn't think I'd see her again, as she's been downcast all day. What were you afraid of, uh? That I'll just use you and pretend nothing happened?" he asked, a little rhetorically, but you couldn't help but nod at him. "I beg your pardon for that, I just wanted to see how your reaction would be to seeing someone capable of not getting on their knees for you."
Ouch!
Damn asshole. He knew where to hit you. But you didn't have time to give him an answer, as he soon spoke again.
"But it would be impossible to forget, I can still hear you begging for me and I'm still able to taste you like an addictive drug," he kept saying right next to your ear, allowing you to feel his warm breath as the temperature warmed. The environment just went up, leaving you in a state of near combustion. You felt the palm of your hand sweat and the icy wind hitting your wet skin gave you more goosebumps, and in contrast to your landlord's boiling body, the cold and heat only served as ammunition for your thoughts to travel along winding paths, leaving you no way to escape.
You didn't say anything, and you didn't need to, because you soon saw his hand, which was resting on the counter, move towards your waist and go up until it was holding your chin. He glued his body to yours, fitting you deliciously as he made you turn your head to face him and before you could dive into that sea of lava that was his eyes, he kissed you.
The kiss was slow, but the way he tightened his grip on your cheeks you felt like he was holding back. And little by little, everything started to get more urgent. His free arm that rested beside his own body now encircled your waist, bringing you even closer. You were able to feel his erection begin to awaken above your lower back, which made you even more compelled to deepen the kiss and let small gasps against his mouth, not bothering to get caught in that scene.
But before everything got dirty and vulgar, he broke the kiss and pulled away from you abruptly, leaving you exposed to the frigid air that permeated the room. You wanted to complain and beg him to kiss you again, but he didn't seem willing to. However, before he left the kitchen and left you alone behind, he stopped walking and said, without turning to you:
"Leave your bedroom door open tonight."
And then he disappeared from there, probably going to take a long shower, as he used to do after training.
When the castle was completely silent and everyone had retired to their proper rooms after dinner, you walked around waiting for the moment when your landlord entered your room and took you back in his arms. But the hours passed, the ticking of the clock seemed more and more audible, making you completely irritated. Was he kidding you? You didn't want to think like that, but it was hard to keep your thoughts positive after spending the entire day being ignored by him and just having that kiss in the kitchen like a crumb.
At the moment, you had already given up on waiting, and were going in search of the oldest and most shabby pajamas to wear over the almost transparent nightgown you wore to wait for him. In addition, you also considered the idea of doing a clown makeup to match your mood and seizing the opportunity to write the songs for your next album.
You might have been fooled by him, but at least you would have profited from your own misfortune.
But when you found the last piece of pajamas, and were taking off your nightgown, you heard your bedroom door open and Mihawk enter quietly. You looked at him in a stunned way as he just closed the door and leaned against it, crossing his arms, looking intently at you.
“What a great reception, I arrived at the time to see this magnificent show”, he gave a sly smile, and you were only able to capture it by the light of the candles that lit the room better now. “You can continue what you were doing, I want to see you undress completely”, he continued, moistening his lips with the tongue.
You didn't know what you were feeling. Whether it was anger, joy that he came, shame that he caught you in such an embarrassing situation, or simply wanting to scratch his face all over for his brazenness.
“Just now you decided to show up? Do you know how many hours I waited?”, you were too irritated to care about your half naked body. You turned to him and glared at him, while he couldn't hold your gaze as he was too busy languidly scanning you from head to toe.
“Sorry, I had a setback so I couldn't come sooner.”, he took his eyes off your body and turned to lock the door. After that, he approached you, pulled you closer around the waist with his strong arms. “But here I am, Lil Singer. Don’t give me that angry look, I can take it as a challenge. And I never lose.”, he said the last sentence right next to your ear, as his hand moved down until it reached your ass, where he left a hard aching slap, making you shrink in his arms and moan loudly.
“Liar… you did it on purpose”, you only managed to say that, as it was starting to get hard to think straight with him sticking so close to you and smoothing the scorched area he had just slapped.
"Perhaps. You need to know that I'm not a teenager at puberty, and I like to do everything in my own time. And that way you learn to be patient too”, he said naturally, sliding his hand inside your panties and running his fingertips over your cunt, which was already starting to get wet. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him teasing you with his fingers threatening to drive them into you, but soon he pulled them away leaving only the sensation behind. And he did it twice more, until he finally penetrated and you clung to him. His fingers felt good inside you, and you tighten to feel him better. He only moved his fingers after a few seconds, making you moan, awarded him. But he soon took his fingers off you, and brought them up to your eye level to see how much they were glowing with your slick. You tried to keep your legs steady, but it was hard even with him holding you firmly in place.
“Look how you are… it even got my fingers dirty,” he said in mock disapproval. “Now you're going to have to clean up”, he finished speaking and pressed his wet fingers to your mouth, making you open it to welcome them. You did what he wanted, still afraid to taste yourself, but the way he looked at you compelled you to be bold.
First you ran your tongue between his fingers, licking it all over and then closed your lips on his fingers, sucking hard, never leaving his eyes. You sucked and licked his fingers like a lollipop, making his eyes darken and his brows close. You didn't know if he was angry or just too horny for what you had done.
“I wonder who you learned how to do this from,” there was an undertone of jealousy in his calm voice, but you didn't care and you didn't respond. He didn't need to know about the movies you watched or the conversations between your friends you heard about how they sucked the dicks of the guys they went out with. And then he stuck his fingers in your mouth again, this time taking a rougher gesture. You parted your lips as far as you could to keep from choking, but it was almost in vain. Feeling his fingers almost at the back of your throat, you squeezed hard on his arm, digging your nails into his skin for air. However, even if it was uncomfortable, you didn't want him to have pity. So you just closed your eyes and relaxed your throat as he started the in and out movements of the fingers in your mouth.
When he got tired, he removed the digits from your lips and used the same hand to cup your face and pull you up to give you an obscene kiss, and you felt a trail of saliva on your skin where he had brushed it with his fingers.
You kissed him back, even though you couldn't quite keep up with his rhythm. So he soothed for you to find yourself. When you parted, you felt discomfort from the lack of air.
When you had normalized your heart rate and your breathing, he caught your chin and lifted it slightly to face you.
“Since you look good at what you were doing, I want that delicious little mouth of yours here…” and then pointed to the volume in his pants, making you gulp in anticipation.
You were really scared this time. You didn't have any experience, you were just daring because you thought he would give you time to get to this part. Apparently, those were his plans from the start, as you saw him undo his belt with all the calm in the world.
As he undressed, you were torn between admiring his magnificent body and finding a way to escape the embarrassment you were about to experience.
“Could you tell me the reason for that expression, Lil Singer? I thought you knew how to do this. Are you by any chance afraid?”, there was a clear provocation in his voice, which made you even more scared and embarrassed.
“I've never done that…”, you admitted, trying not to break your words, but couldn't contain your shaky tone.
“I know,” he smirked, “you're a virgin from head to toe. But don't worry, I'll be patient with you”, he assured you, stroking your flushed face.
He was completely naked this time, and you tried to look everywhere in your room to not look in his direction. And getting him speaking so kindly to you didn't help at all. You were even surprised to feel more ashamed to be in front of a naked man than to be naked in front of a man. But it wasn't just any man, it was Dracule Mihawk. His name alone made your stomach fill with butterflies, so having him standing there completely naked in front of you was something you never imagined happening.
You were still nervous when he approached you again and hugged you, with your ear pressed to his chest, you could hear his heartbeat a little faster. Did you make him nervous too? Your heart lit up with joy at the thought of this possibility. Without letting go of his arms, you were the one who sought his mouth for another kiss this time, and he accepted. Unlike before, now the kiss was calm, as if he was conveying confidence to you at the same time he was encouraging you. And you decided to act.
Slide your dominant hand down his chest, feeling every strong muscle and working your way down to his groin, where you drew small circles gently against his skin, but you dared not go further to the side. But you didn't have time to take your hand out of there, as soon you felt a very bigger hand resting on yours and taking it to his hard cock. You blushed slightly when you realized you were holding his member, but you were surprised by the texture of that member, which made you squish, eliciting a sigh from him.
“Yes…” he whispered against your lips, and you did it again. He still held your hand and started to lead the movements, starting a masturbation. You rubbed the entire length of his cock in the palm of your hand and reached the wet tip of pre-cum, spreading it all over like a natural lubrication. Since you saw that he liked you to squeeze, you could already imagine him rolling his eyes when you used your mouth to suck him hard. But for now, he was content to guide you, always letting out a few murmurs of praise whenever you did something he liked. And you wanted to please him even more to hear him compliment you.
Then you felt a weight leaving your hand and realized that he had entrusted you with the job, since you were the one getting the hang of it. You continued, but this time you increased the pace, making your hand slide over his cock hard and fast, making him grunt a few against your mouth. When you already felt him more out of control, he grabbed your wrist and made you let go of his dick, making you wonder what you had done wrong.
“Come here,” he said hoarsely. And you followed him.
He sat on your bed and brought you into his lap. You stood on one of his legs, with your right arm holding his shoulder. He looked at you intently as his hand slid down your thigh. You realized it was an area he liked a lot, so involuntarily you spread your legs wider to give him more access, rubbing the bare skin of your leg against his erection, which caused him to squeeze your thigh quite tightly, right next to your crotch.
Before he started teasing you again, you got off his lap and stood in front of him. He looked at you with an arched brow, but you answered his mute question by getting on your knees between his legs. You looked at him and saw his eyes begin to darken.
Armed with courage, you took his cock in both hands and slid them all the way from his groin to the tip, which made his jaw tense. While you still had that courage, you made the most of it to not take your eyes off him during masturbation. You just looked away when you bent down to lick the tip of his cock and feel the taste of him wash over your entire mouth. It was weird, but not bad, so you took him in your mouth and took a weak suck, but enough for him to growl low.
At first you didn't really know how to do it, but you tried to put into practice everything you heard from your friends, however, it was completely different from what you imagined. But you continued anyway, trying to slide your lips all the way down while trying to relax your throat so you don't choke. But it was impossible, his size was not according to your intention. So you couldn't hold back a cough and immediately get it out of your mouth.
He asked you to be calm, but you were fighting for air. Then you saw him get up and stand before you, looking a thousand times more intimidating, however, in contrast to his appearance, he gently lifted your chin and caressed your cheek as he told you you were doing fine. And that kind of calmed you down.
Then he himself held his own penis, stroking lightly in front of your eyes, and brought it to your mouth as soon as you were fully recovered. You took him in again and he stayed still, so you sucked hard on the tip, making him grip your hair with some force.
“If you keep doing this, I won't be able to hold back,” he warned. You didn't want him to hold back, although you knew he would be kind to you, at least for the time being.
As he went deeper and deeper into your mouth, you were already getting used to his length and breadth. But it took a few minutes for him to start moving, for a while all he did was stroke your hair and tug it lightly when you sucked on it with a little more will.
However, once your throat was prepared, he buried himself completely, which made you choke and your eyes filled with tears. You saw that it wasn't on purpose as he quickly withdrew from your mouth and apologized while waiting for you to recover.
“Do it again…”, you asked as soon as you got some voice.
He arched an eyebrow and smirked.
"I was worried about you while you were enjoying choking on my dick. What a dirty little girl you are, huh?", he cupped your face and squeezed a little, then ran his fingers over your right cheek as he said how badly he wanted to slap you there, but that wasn't the time yet. You shuddered at the possibility, but wondered when the time was right for it. Was it when he was fucking you so hard he would need to smack you in the face to not end up hurting you? You didn't know, but you put it on your priority list.
You tried to hold his cock again to suck, but he stopped you.
“I'm going to come, just tell me where I can do it”, he said in an authoritative tone as he masturbated in front of you. You saw the movements of his hands and kept it in the back of your memory to play back later.
“Where do you want?”, you answered him with another question.
He looked at you seriously, his eyes twinkling with malice.
“On those beautiful thighs, next to that delicious little pussy of yours”, his honesty made you blush up to the tips of your ears, but you didn't play around and went straight to lie down on your bed, waiting for him. Involuntarily, you spread your legs a little, but because you were still in your panties, you weren't fully exposed. Although your underwear precariously covered your nudity.
And he came close, still jacking off as you watched that scene in amazement, and saw the moment when his body shuddered – even his toes tensed – and he came close to where he had told you and released the jets of cum on your thigh, splashing white on the fabric of your panties. You felt the hot liquid trickle down between your legs and you were a little uncomfortable. You would need to take another shower.
You watched Mihawk getting dressed and making a move to leave your room without saying goodbye again.
“Aren't you even going to say good night?” you asked angrily.
He stopped midway and returned to where you were. He leaned over and gave you a simple little kiss on the forehead.
“Have sweet dreams”, he said and turned to leave, but before that he glanced at his work that was running down your legs. “I'd even give you a shower if you'd made dinner,” and with that, he finally left your room, not even giving you time to ask for a discount on your rent.