Cross Pollination (D.M.)
Writer's month day 21 - Garden
Synopsis: You arrive home to Kuraigana and your lover, only to find out that something has gone awry in his garden and had an unexpected effect Tags/Warnings: Mihawk/GN!Reader, top-dom!Mihawk/bottom-sub!Reader, gardener Mihawk, established relationship, smut, sex pollen, oral sex (m recieving), cream pie, praise, dirty talk Word Count: 2290
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Finally, land.
You took a deep breath in, basking in the bleak, damp air of Kuraigana. It had become a small comfort over the course of your relationship with the sole permanent resident. There was quite possibly no greater relief than arriving and knowing that for however long you were here, you existed in your own special bubble that allowed you to go unbothered by the public, marines and pirates alike. With some effort, you hauled your boat up onto the sands of the shore, then set off to find Mihawk, your lover and cohabiter of the island.
He, in theory, shouldn’t be off on a Warlord assignment and you had finished your last job, the blood still lingering under your nails. For the first time in months, the two of you should be able to just spend some time together, in your home. Provided that Mihawk had not been unexpectedly called away, without having a chance to let you know, anyway. It wouldn’t be the first time something like that had happened, though it’d never stop being irritating, or sometimes disappointing.
You started in the main hall, discarding your boots and shedding your jacket, leaving them in their designated spots, then progressed slowly through the house, socked feet padding against cold stone tiles. By now, the halls were more than familiar, a comforting balm to your soul each time you returned. Each room you checked left you more confused, your lover nowhere to be found. You even stepped out into the garden to look over his small patch, and found signs that he’d been there and left in a hurry. Very few things could bring Mihawk to rush away from anything, never mind his garden. You took a moment just to pick up his tools and return them to where they belonged, so he wouldn’t have to worry about it later. Both of you were in the habit of doing little things for each other like that, silent ways to declare your care for the other, rather than saying it aloud.
Then your mission resumed. You continued deeper into the castle, progressing upward to further floors. Perhaps he’d gotten pulled away from his work by the humandrills, then elected to take a nap? Though it was still unlike him, the situation was at least mostly feasible. The longer you progressed through the property, the more concerned you became, against your better judgement. As far as you were aware, there was nothing alive that could best Dracule Mihawk, and yet the signs increasingly seemed to tell you that something had. You finally located him in a bedroom, not the one you usually shared but you weren’t one to question him. You found you were unable to do so, even if you were inclined, your confusion overridden by your relief at having found him seemingly unharmed. You didn’t get a chance to open your mouth to say anything before you heard your lover’s shuddering breath, half moan and half sob.
“Mihawk?” You asked, rushing deeper into the room to be at his side. The duvet had been bunched up around him, hiding most of his body from view, but once you rounded the bed to get to him you found him face down on the bed, gripping the pillows like his very life depended on it, naked aside from his hat, that was just barely holding onto its position. He was moaning, the sound filthy, his hips rutting against the mattress roughly, but slowly, like he needed more than he was able to give himself, like he was already exhausted.
“Wh- ah.. when did you.. get home?” He panted out, looking up at you with glassy eyes. This wasn’t right.
“Ignore that, what’s wrong?” You asked, reaching out to press the back of your hand to his forehead, only to find he was burning up more than reasonable, especially for a man you’d never known to get sick. His skin was flushed and damp with sweat, and while typically that would be a sight that would stir pure desire deep in your gut, now it was mixed with a profound and uncomfortable dread.
“I- apparently wasn’t.. paying enough attention to the garden. Some plants- managed to cross.. and created.. some sort of aphrodisiac.” He explained, though the entire time his hand was working his cock, painstakingly slowly. It seemed like a compulsion, like he couldn’t stop touching himself, and well he had said it was an aphrodisiac.
“It’s a shame this is chemically induced, because you look delicious love.” You said with a small smirk, an attempt to lighten the mood as best as you could. Besides, you were hardly blind, he did look good enough to eat. Mihawk groaned, a shiver running through his entire body at the praise, eyes fluttering closed.
You stepped away to give yourself more space and finished stripping until you were entirely nude. You wordlessly gripped Mihawk’s shoulder and guided him to flip over to his front, and truly he was a sight to behold. The movement made his hat finally fall from his head, and so he was left gloriously naked, his alabaster skin flushed where he’d been rutting against the mattress, and his cock looked painfully hard.
“Don’t- it takes immense willpower not to touch you. I can’t hear you say things like that right now.” He mumbled, pressing his face back into the pillow, as if he were ashamed of that fact, hiding from it and from you. Even as shame seemed to bubble through him, he persisted with his movements, thrusting into his hand, the tip roughly grazing the sheets. While they were nice sheets, gentle against the skin typically, you imagined in Mihawk’s state they had begun feeling immensely uncomfortable.
“And you can’t- you can’t fix it yourself?” You asked softly, hand reaching to touch him before you thought better of it and retracted, worried you’d somehow make it worse. His skin glistened in the low light from the sweat trailing down him, and upon closer inspection you noticed that the pillow he was buried in was slightly damp, a sign that he’d been brought to tears at some point since the situation began.
“No. I tried-” he grunted, a deep shuddering breath escaping him “-more than once. I can’t. But I can’t stop, or it hurts more.” he managed to explain. A muscle in his thigh spasmed under the weight of his rutting, which spoke to how long he must’ve been doing this, how long he must’ve been trapped in bed chasing a release he couldn’t achieve.
You didn’t say anything, didn’t offer assurances or comfort, because words mean nothing when you could choose to take action. That’s what you did. You climbed onto the bed and settled between Mihawk’s thighs and took his cock into your mouth, his responding deep moan sending a spike of arousal through your body. For a moment, you allowed him to writhe, overcome with the sudden change in feeling, and presumably improvement of feeling. You’d chosen to start with your mouth under the assumption that it would be more gentle on the raw skin of his dick. Your rough hands took hold of his smooth, lithe hips and held them down, preventing him from moving anymore as you bobbed your head with a prescision designed to draw an orgasm from him quickly. His hands flicked around, gripping the duvet, the sheet, the pillow, and finally gripping and gently tugging on your hair.
It was easy and familiar to work his cock with your mouth, a hand idly rolling his balls in your palm, until you worked him over and to his first orgasm. The taste of him on your tongue was a relief after so long apart, and neither of you could resist crashing your lips together, finally basking in your reunion after prolonged time separated. You’d figured that it wouldn’t be long before Mihawk would ask for more, after all just one orgasm seemed too easy, not enough to actually work the toxin from his system, but you enjoyed the kisses you were permitted to share.
“I- more.” He panted when you parted, face flushed a soft pink that made you want to devour him.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” You gently assured, brushing your fingers through his hair. His dark locks were damp with the sweat pouring from him, enough to make it unkempt, curling slightly around his face and stuck in places. You tidied it all up reverently, then pressed a kiss to his forehead. With gentle, caring hands - hands that had been coated in blood on more than one occasion, and were made for battle more than love, yet were used to worship the swordsman you called yours - you guided Mihawk to lay back again and shuffled to straddle his waist. His hard cock beneath you was already aligned with your hole, and the amount of saliva and precum already soaking his cock was enough to begin to slowly guide him into you.
“Wait-” he said, voice strangled, hands shooting out to grip your hips and prevent you from moving more, “I don’t think I can control myself if you do this.” He said, eyes searching yours. His eyes were half lidded, filled with desire, his entire body flushed, his control hanging by a single fraying thrread, and yet he asked. Still he was desperate, and yet he was willing to send you away and suffer just to ensure that you were comfortable and happy. You leaned forward, hands either side of his head to lean on, so you were able to whisper directly into his ear when you spoke next.
“Good. I like it when you fuck me like your life depends on it. Now, if you don’t ruin me with that pretty dick, I might have to find a better toy to use.” And as you spoke he bottomed out, your skin pressed flush against his, and Mihawk’s fragile control finally snapped.
He flipped the two of you over with ease, pressing you against the bunched sheets on the other side of the bed, away from the mess that he’d made before your arrival. The fingers on your skin dug in, and though his nails were trimmed regularly to be short, they dug into your skin to leave behind red little crescent shapes. There was something uniquely thrilling about having sex with Mihawk compared to others, to have his toned body over yours knowing how easily he could kill you, that you’d never see it coming, and yet he used his muscles, his strength, his piercing eyes, to witness you and worship your body.
“You belong to me,” he growled, barely even human, and that made heat pool in your stomach, heart and hole clenching in sync.
“Prove it,” you moaned, watching his eyes dilate, leaving almost none of the colour in his mesmerising eyes.
“Need you to cum. Need to feel it, love.” He moaned into your ear, voice reedy and desperate, words more air than sound. You were hopeless to deny him, and as he slammed into you once, twice, three times more, you came hard, head tipped and eyes rolled back as you screamed your pleasure. He wasn’t far behind you, just another few staccato thrusts and he was filling you up. He filled you until it was spilling out around his cock, dripping onto the sheets, his breaths coming out short and quick, like a panting bull. Neither of you said anything for a long while, focused more on the feel of skin touching skin, basking in the afterglow.
There was a single beat where the two of you made eye contact before he began to pound into your, relentless and precise. The moans and grunts that left his parted lips served only to heighten your pleasure. It was easy to get lost in the feeling of Mihawk slamming into you without concern, the waves of pleasure rolling through you freely, nothing but enjoyment on your mind and the sight of his face in front of you. Your body rippled with the force of his thrusts, and the sound of smacking skin echoed around the room, bouncing from the stone walls. Less than gently, Mihawk took a large handful of your ass, massaging as he adjusted the positioning, practically folding you in half.
“Fuck- can’t believe you’re mine love. Look at all this.” He grunted. The hand gripping your ass travelled down further to grip your ankle, and he reverently kissed along your leg as far as he could reach, interspersed with little nips just to keep your attention.
“Mihawk-” you moaned as he slammed against that special spot inside you. His eyes zeroed in on yours, calculating and his smirk filthy. You hardly had a chance to question what that look was about before he adjusted the position again, lifting you up into his arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, and you had to wonder how he managed it without slipping out of you for even a moment. That thought was quickly fucked out of you though, as he managed to reach even deeper inside you from the new position, with more force as he lifted you and slammed you back down onto his cock with the help of gravity.
“You don’t feel as warm.” You observed once Mihawk set you down on the bed, careful to avoid the mess that had been made.
“I’m definitely improving. But perhaps we should do another round or two, just to be sure.” He remarked, mischief dancing in his golden eyes.
“Well, we should make sure it’s not lingering, of course.” You agreed, laughing softly as his lips pressed against yours again.
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