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pseudowho · 1 year ago

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Fumus et Ignis

Sometimes, Hiromi smokes after a hard day. Sometimes, he makes love to you until you're both crying out for each other.

And sometimes, he does both at once.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Hiromi being a desperate mess, and smoking is bad for you. *Gavel tap* Naughty.

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Your thighs burn with effort as Hiromi's frown only deepens, one hand rucking your hips so your pussy presses down on his clothed cock, the other hand slowly raising a glowing cigarette to his lips.

He hisses, releasing a plume of smoke, charcoal eyes glinting like a hungry dragon as his jaw slackens, bucking his hips up into you. You whimper and shudder, feeling a gush of arousal seep from your aching pussy onto his black trousers; Hiromi's cock twitches within its confines, and his smoke-roughened voice breathes an open-mouthed growl of appreciation.

"You can do better than that, my love-- it's been such a long day..."

You feel the sharp sting of his hand slapping against your bare arse as your pace increases, rubbing your clit against the silk-on-iron sensation of his suit trousers over his throbbing cock. Hiromi sits up, hooded eyes heavy with lust staring deeply into yours, pulling his tie off with one hand and gripping your wrists behind your back with another. His cigarette, with its heady bitter scent and coil of rising smoke, is gripped between his teeth to the edge of his lips.

"Maybe if you're going to ride me, you need some reins," he rasps, sandy voice hushed against your ear, as he threads his black tie around your bound wrists.

Restricted, and so close to the edge of your orgasm, Hiromi groans through cigarette-gripped gritted teeth as he lifts your t-shirt over your head. It gets trapped at your bound hands, and he twists it round your bounds, using it to pin you down as he drops his cigarette into the ashtray beside him, taking your exposed breasts roughly into his mouth and hands, licking and rolling your now wet, puffy nipples.

Hiromi whispers his smoky breath against your breasts as he nuzzles, licks and sucks on you; "So filthy how wet you are, and I'm not even inside you...I've got to fill you up more than once tonight-- I need to-- I--"

The stinging pleasure of Hiromi sucking on your breasts like a man starved, connects like a thin thread to your clit as you roll your stuttering hips on Hiromi's cock, his groin now so wet with your combined arousal and pre-cum that you soak through to each other. Hot and shaking, you cum with a weak cry, Hiromi's bounds tight as he forces your fluttering pussy against his cock, pinching your nipples as he leans back and watches the show. As you tremble and come down from your high, Hiromi's gaze doesn't falter as he releases his cock, falling long and throbbing against his belly, the head red and angry with deprivation.

Pulling upwards on your twisted t-shirt and his tie, your wrists buckle and you're forced up onto your knees, thighs shaking with effort. Hiromi leans forwards, cupping you round the cheek and forcing your head to tilt as he nips the side of your neck, whispering dirty affirmations to you, his thumb dipping over your lower lip to stroke your tongue. Hiromi whines, biting your neck harder as you latch onto his thumb, flicking your tongue against its sensitive tip.

"We'll save that wet little tongue for later...but for now--"

With little warning, Hiromi bucks up into you, yanking you down against so your arse claps against his thighs, and you choke out a cry of his name as you twitch, his cockhead immediately deep and throbbing against your cervix. Hiromi moans through gritted teeth, bucking upwards, urging a constant pressure against your belly.

Leaning back onto the sofa and pulling you with him, Hiromi keeps you tethered down against him as he thrusts relentlessly up into you while you mewl his name, face muffled into his chest, smelling of sweat, smoke and this morning's cologne. Hiromi starts to fall apart, one hand twisting your wrists and the other grasping your cheek, urging you to look up at him. He hooks his thumb into your mouth again, an overwhelming burst of love and desire rushing through him at your flushed cheeks and glazed 'fuck me' eyes.

"Open up," he whispers, and you keen at him as he spits in your mouth, his spit hot and smoky, mixing with yours. Hiromi firmly squeezes the front of your throat as you move to swallow-- "don't. I need you wetter."

Holding his hand to your mouth, you coat Hiromi's first and middle fingers with your combined spit, and Hiromi ducks his hand between your flush bodies, coating your clit with the slick as he rolls, strokes and flicks your bud in his long, clever fingers. You gasp and your hips hump reflexively into him and Hiromi whimpers, desperate.

"Please cum with me-- I can't last--" Hiromi whines, eyes narrowed and desperate as his hips flick upwards, orgasm clenched in his thighs and back as he holds himself back, watching you twist and writhe your clit and cervix against his fingers and cockhead.

Sweaty and trembling with overstimulation, your second orgasm has you seeing stars, and Hiromi's eyes roll back as he feels your pussy flutter and clench around him, all he needed to bring him over the edge.

"Oooh, fuck-- fuck, please-- deeper-- deeper I'm--" Hiromi babbles, breaking off into nonsensical whimpers as he spasms roughly, his thighs cramping and head spinning with the force of his orgasm, gasping agonal moans into your hair as his seed coats your cervix in white, seeping down around his twitching cock until his lap is slick with cum.

You lean back together, both panting, inextricably tied. Hiromi lightheadedly releases the binds on your hands, floppy and pliable, his cock softening, sated, inside you.

Hiromi hears a grating flick, and smells a puff of flame, as you press something to his lips. Chuckling, he grips the cigarette between his lips, taking a dutiful inward breath and surrounding you both in a warm cloud of fragrant tobacco.

"Don't need one anymore," he whispers, sandy and playful, his embering eyes gazing at you in adoration, "you're far better stress-relief."

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Thanks to @gojo-mochi for the filthy banter and inspo

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lockes-woods · 6 months ago

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Stuck Chapter 24: Part 2

A/N: Sorry about the wait; I kept getting called into work this past week because there's a stomach bug going around, (fingers crossed I don't get it). That paired with writing the scenes involving pool was very slow going because I was trying really hard not to be repetitive. No real warning in this one, LMK if you find any I missed.

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Himiko averted her eyes as Hancock, as she specifically told Himiko to call her, leaned across the pool table to break. She was grateful that the game had begun so she could have something to focus on outside of this gorgeous woman. Hancock had knocked two striped balls and one solid ball into two separate pockets.

“I’ll be taking striped,” Hancock said with a sweet smile before she did a lap around the table to check out the various angles. She brushed against Himiko in the process. Himiko could feel her heart rate spike as their skin came in contact with each other. Himiko’s eyes never left the table as she took a deep breath through her nose.

“I noticed you picked New Hope Women’s Shelter as your charity; do you have any affiliation with them?” Boa asked as she knocked a striped ball in the corner pocket.

“Um, yeah,” Himiko started hesitantly, “I did an internship there two semesters ago. It’s a really great organization.” Hancock nodded with a smile as she knocked another striped ball into the wall pocket.

“I’ve worked with them in the past as well, it’s definitely an important organization. It’s the only one I trust when I’ve had patients who are in unsafe environments.” Boa said as she attempted to knock another ball into the corner pocket, but it just missed. Himiko let out a sigh of relief. Hancock was good, like really good. She was already up three balls and only needed to sink 3 more and the 8-ball to win. Himiko needed to focus in if she wanted to catch up and win this game. She circled around the table as Hancock had done earlier to plan out her next moves. Once she had developed a plan she lined up for her first shot of the game. She took a breath in and released it as her cue hit the cue ball and knocked her first ball of the game into a corner pocket. The familiar clink of the balls against each other settled her nerves slightly.

“Your boyfriend mentioned earlier that you’re a social work major; what year are you in?” Boa asked as Himiko lined up her next shot.

“Boyfriend?” Himiko asked, pausing her next move as she pulled back from the table.

“Yes, your date Zoro?” she clarified to Himiko.

“Oh, Zoro and I are just friends,” Himiko responded without thinking. She immediately regretted telling her, as a smile stretched across Hancock’s face. If she was coming on to Himiko this strong, while thinking she was taken, she didn’t know what the doctor would do now that she knew they weren’t together.

“Really, are you seeing anyone currently?” Boa asked as Himiko successfully hit two balls into a corner pocket. She had made up the lead and circled the table again as she scoped out her next move.

“Um, sort of?” Himiko answered briefly pausing from the game, “My current relationship isn’t really defined.” Hancock hummed in response.

“They must be a fool not to commit to you. If I were your partner, I’d never let a pretty thing like you out of my sight.” She said. Himiko bit her lip and tried her hardest to focus in on the game. She hoped she didn’t look as wrecked by that comment as she felt. Internally she was screaming, while externally she was knocking another ball into the side pocket; officially taking the lead.

“Um, to answer your earlier question, I’m going to be in between my sophomore and junior year this upcoming semester. I’m only partially enrolled so my credit count isn’t structured like full-time students would.” Himiko said, trying her hardest to segway the conversation back to a safer territory.

“Are you planning to get your master’s after graduation or go straight into the work force?” Hancock asked as Himiko lined up her next shot.

“I’m not sure yet, I guess it all depends on where I’m at when I graduate. If I’m able to find a government job or a company that would pay for grad school, I’d take it in a heartbeat.” She answered as she missed her shot. It felt like the solid ball was mocking her as it sat centimeters away from the side pocket. Himiko only needed to sink two more balls and the 8-ball to win. Considering the run Hancock had on the table during her last turn the game might already be over.

“Grad school is a heavy expense; It’s smart you’re trying to find ways around paying for that fee.” Boa said as she lined up her next shot and sunk her fifth ball into the corner pocket, “Are you planning on staying in the city?”

“Yeah, as far as I’ve planned it out now, but it’s still two years away so I have no idea what my circumstances will be then,” Himiko answered as she watched with bated breath as Boa lined up her next shot. Luckily for Himiko, the ball circled around the pocket without going in.

“Do you have a specific field you are planning on using your degree in?” Hancock asked as Himiko did a quick lap around the table to scope out her next move.

“I’m planning on working with those dealing with addiction.” She responded as she lined up her shot. She let out a sigh of relief as the solid ball she lined up had sunk into the pocket along with the ball that had just missed the pocket in the round before. She just had one more solid ball and the 8 ball to win. Unluckily for her, the best angle for her last ball was right next to Boa. She walked over to her and lined up her next shot, giving Boa as much room as possible.

“That’s a very valiant cause; I see why they like you,” Hancock whispered into Himiko's ear before she was able to lean down for her shot. Himiko tried to keep her face neutral as a shiver rocked through her body. She worried her bottom lip as she lined up her last ball. As soon as it sunk into the corner pocket, Himiko moved away from Boa as fast as she could without raising any alarm. She tried to remain neutral as she mulled over what Boa had said like it hadn’t sent her reeling. Himiko couldn’t decide if Boa knew about her relationship with Mihawk and Shanks or if her comment meant something entirely different. She took a large inhale of breath as she lined up her last shot, letting out an exhale as the cue ball knocked the 8 ball into the pocket. She shook Boa’s hand with a polite smile and put away her cue before walking off to the bathroom. Himiko paused momentarily after taking in the line for the women’s room, before remembering that there was another bathroom up on the second floor. She kept her gaze straight as she passed the table Mihawk was playing at. She cautiously walked up the steps, making sure she wasn’t stepping on her gown. She walked past the silent auction and turned the corner to the restroom. Himiko entered the empty restroom and sat down in a stall. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding in.

She didn’t know how much longer she could last pretending not to know Shanks or Mihawk. She wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but it felt like Shanks had been watching her. She only caught him once out of the corner of his eye, but she swore she could feel his eyes on her. She silently cursed herself for not letting Boa win. If Mihawk won his current game they would be forced to face off against each other. She hoped he lost but doubted it because he had a three-ball advantage when she walked past his table.

She heard the bathroom door open and shut as she flushed the toilet. Her eyes widened as she took in Boa’s reflection in the mirror in front of her. Himiko tried to act natural as she walked to the other sink and began washing her hands. She finished touching up her lipstick, before acknowledging Himiko.

“I was wondering where you ran off to,” Boa said with a smile, “Sorry if I spooked you; you’re just too cute not to play with. I see why Dracule likes you.”

Himiko tried to keep a neutral face, but Boa cut her off when she opened her mouth to respond.

“Oh love, there’s no point in denying it. There’s been a rumor of Dracule kissing someone other than his husband outside of a coffee shop near the hospital for over two weeks now. You fit that person’s description to a T. I don’t normally put any weight on rumors, but that information coupled with the fact that his husband’s eyes never left you during our game confirmed it. If I had to guess I’d say this is a sugar baby situation; but your sugar daddies caught feelings. You’re the only one I’ve ever seen Shanks look at like that outside of his husband.”

“I-I,” Himiko started before being cut off once again by Boa.

“Don’t worry darling,” Boa started, cupping Himiko’s face and gently tilting it upward. “I won’t be sharing this discovery with anyone. Well, anyone except Dracule.”

Himiko bit her lip as she tried to think; her close proximity and Boa’s theory that they had caught feelings left her flustered. All she could think about was how wrong it felt for anyone but Mihawk to call her ‘darling’. He was the only one allowed to do that. Boa pulled back, releasing her face.

“Here,” Hancock said, handing Himiko a business card, “Look me up if you ever want to leave that den of testosterone. I meant what I said earlier; I’d love to have a cute pet, such as yourself.” She didn’t give Himiko any time to react before she strutted out of the bathroom. Himiko sat dumbfounded as she looked down at the card. She could already feel the anxious turn in her stomach. After brushing off the annoyance of being referred to as a ‘pet’ her mind focused solely on her comment about the DILFs catching feeling. They hadn’t yet, had they? Himiko questioned herself. She didn’t know how she could judge their feelings when she couldn’t even qualify her own.

She knew she liked them, like a lot, but she didn’t know if it had bloomed into love yet. She had never even been in a relationship long enough to get to the stage of love confessions. The only people outside of family she had told she loved were Luffy, Usopp, Zoro, and Sanji and that was only platonically in a familial sort of way. Before she moved to the city, she was so focused on taking care of Bell-mere in her final years of battling cancer that she only really had one-night stands/flings that never went anywhere. Then when she moved to the city, she was so busy with academics and trying to keep her head above water that relationships were never really feasible.

Did they love her? She knew that they liked being around her and having sex with her, but neither of those things equated to love. While their becoming exclusive is a step towards that direction it didn’t mean that they wanted her in that way. There were many reasons why they might want her not to have outside relationships. They didn’t use condoms so it could be to prevent STDs, or it could take away from the scheduled time she was supposed to spend with each of them.

Himiko was snapped out of her thoughts as her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was a text from Zoro letting her know that the next match was starting in five minutes with Mihawk at the 12th table. She pocketed her phone and the card before holding her hands under cold water and taking calming breaths to center herself. She’d normally splash her face with the cold water, but her makeup took away that option. It was just one game. She could do this. She took one final breath before making her way downstairs to the main floor over to Zoro.

“Hey, you alright?” Zoro asked as she took a sip of the water he had gotten for her.

“Yeah, there was just a line for the bathroom,” Himiko answered. She had no idea how to sum up her last ten minutes before the next game began.

“Okay?” he said in an unsure tone.

“I’ll text you about it later,” she responded, Zoro nodded before taking a swig of his beer. Himiko froze as she could just make out Mihawk and Hancock talking in the periphery of her right eye. There was no one around them. Boa was looking up at Mihawk smugly while Mihawk returned her gaze; his eyes sharp and mouth pressed into a thin line. Himiko had only seen that look once when he was lecturing her the night before. He was pissed.

Zoro wished her luck for the third time of the night after the event coordinator announced that the games were set to begin in a minute. Himiko went over to the wall and collected her cue before walking over to the twelfth table. There were only four players remaining her, Mihawk, Dr. Silvers, and a man who Himiko had never met. Himiko’s gaze broke from the sixth table where Dr. Silvers was competing as she saw movement to her left. She turned and tried to reel in her smile of seeing Mihawk into one that wouldn’t raise suspicion. She opted for a close mouth smile as she held out her hand to shake.

“Hey, I’m Himiko; you must be Dr. Dracule.” She greeted.

“That’s correct,” Mihawk answered, shaking her hand with a tight lip; it was clear that he was still annoyed by Boa, “Would you like to break?” he asked.

“Sure,” she responded, releasing his hand before removing the rack and circling around to the other side of the table. Himiko soaked in the sound clinking from her break. Only one of each ball went into the pockets.

“I’ll be taking striped,” she said as she lined up her first shot of the game. She scored her first two points by picking off two balls on the outside into the corner pocket.

“Do you have much experience with the game?” he asked as she lined up her next shot.

“Um, yeah,” she started, pausing her move. She expected it to be a mostly silent game, given the fact that their conversation could lead to more people figuring out their relation, “My dad was a member at multiple pool associations around the country. I’ve been playing pool since I was able to hold the smallest-sized cue.”

“What’s your experience with the game?” she asked, as pocketed another striped ball.

“I’ve only ever played with my mentor Dr. Silvers; he’s one of the other final four players,” Mihawk said, as he watched Himiko’s moves closely. She could feel his eyes on her as she scored another point. She tried not to let it get to her head as she lined up her fifth shot of the game. She frowned as the striped ball circled around the hole while not going in. She only needed to sink two more striped balls and the 8-ball to win, while Mihawk was four points behind her. She took a step back from the table to give Mihawk plenty of room.

Himiko couldn’t help but stare at him as he methodically lined up each of his shots, taking multiple laps around the table to find the best angles. Himiko stood in silence as he quickly caught up to her lead. It felt like they were in their own little world until Mihawk missed his ball and accidentally hit one of Himiko’s in. She only needed to sink one more striped ball and the 8-ball to win, while Mihawk was now only one point behind.

It took two laps around the table before Himiko felt comfortable taking her next shot. She bit her lip as she lined up her cue and made her shot. She let out a sigh of relief as her last ball sunk into one of the corner pockets. Her relief was fleeting as she realized what a poor job, she had done in lining up her next shot to sink the 8-ball. She knew how unlikely it was that she’d be able to hit the 8-ball without also sinking the cue ball in the process and forfeiting the game to Mihawk. She hit the cue ball, just grazing the 8-ball before it hit the wall of the table. Mihawk now had control back of the table only needing to sink one solid and the 8-ball.

Mihawk easily sunk the last solid ball before turning his attention to the 8-ball. He was in a similar position that Himiko was in her last turn. He risked knocking the cue ball in the pocket as he bounced the ball from wall to wall. Unluckily for him, he had hit the ball too hard. While he had sunk the 8-ball, he had also hit in the white cue ball causing Himiko to win. She always hated winning this way. She’d much rather win based on her own abilities rather than a mistake of her opponent.

Mihawk walked up to her and shook her hand.

“Good luck with your next game,” he said.

“Thanks, but I won’t need it,” she replied with a cheeky smile. She felt a spark of joy as she watched Mihawk attempt to contain his emotions and not share a smile with her. He quickly turned on his heels and made his way back to the bar and Shanks. Himiko kept a hold on her cue as she circled back to Zoro. The other game had just wrapped up as she placed the cue down between them. The coordinator announced a five-minute break before the final game was set to begin.

“You’re never allowed to question your abilities again,” Zoro said with a self-satisfied look as Himiko returned to the table.

“I’ve only won three games; you’re acting like I already won the entire bracket,” Himiko said, shaking her head but returning the smile.

“Even if you don’t win against Dr. Silvers, you made it way farther than I would have. That alone makes it worth it. Also, because I haven’t been tethered to the competition, I was able to a lot more networking done. Talking about your pool skills has been a great icebreaker.” Zoro said, taking a sip of his drink.

“I’m glad one of us is having a good night,” Himiko sighed, taking a sip of her water.

“Are you ready to talk about what’s been going on with you?” Zoro asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“I can’t really talk about it right now, but I’ve mostly been confused and anxious tonight,” Himiko confessed as she took a sip of her drink, “I’m fine, I just think I’m going to have to leave immediately after the last game. If that’s okay with you. My social battery is drained.”

“That’s fine,” Zoro responded, “You could leave now if you want to; I don’t mind flying solo for the rest of the night.”

“Nah, I got one last game of pool to win,” Himiko said mischievous smile, pulling a chuckle from Zoro as the coordinator announced one minute the last game was to begin. Himiko grabbed her cue and made her way over to the 25th pool table. It was in the closest row to the bar in the center column, allowing anyone at the bar a perfect view of the game. Dr. Silvers was already there waiting for her.

“Hello again,” Silvers greeted as Himiko approached the table. Himiko greeted him back and shook his hand.

“Do you want to break?” he asked her.

“Sure,” Himiko nodded, removing the rack and getting into position. She timed her breathing with her strike as she broke the balls. She had knocked in two solid and no striped.

“I’ll be playing solid,” she said to the doctor as she circled around the table. Himiko knew she had to make this turn count. From what she had seen of Silver’s strategies he always played every turn like it was his last. There was no telling how many points he could get in just one round. Himiko took a deep breath as she focused on the task at hand. She could do this; she just had to focus on one ball at a time. She started by picking off the balls around the edges. For her first three turns, she was able to knock two into a corner pocket and one into a side pocket. She now had a five-ball lead as she tried to strategies for her last two balls. Dr. Silvers was a good sport as he quietly watched from the side, allowing her to focus all her attention on the game.

It took her three laps around the table before she saw an opening. She was able to knock one of her two remaining balls in but unfortunately knocked a striped ball in a pocket in the process. She let out a sigh as she pulled back from the table and stood to the side as Rayleigh started his turn. She was momentarily distracted as she spotted Zoro leaning next to Shanks and Mihawk at the bar. She shook her head and focused back on the game. She could ask Zoro about it later.

Silvers was still five points behind her, but Himiko had no doubt that he could easily catch up with her lead. Similarly, to Himiko, he cleaned up the balls that were sitting on the outskirts of the table. He was able to knock in three different balls into three different pockets before he moved on to his three remaining balls clustered in the middle that encased Himiko’s last ball. The ball he hit just missed the corner pocket but did unclump his remaining balls.

Himiko took another deep breath as she lined up the shot for her last solid ball. There were no easy ways to get to the ball without also hitting the remaining striped balls. She was going to have to get creative if she wanted to win. She pulled back and hit the cue ball with the hardest strike she had had all night. She sent the ball right into the wall causing it to ricochet into the parallel wall, and then bound between two of the last three striped balls and hit her last solid ball into the corner pocket. Himiko was pulled back to reality by the sound of gentle clapping by those who had gathered around to watch the final game.

“Are you aware of the statistical improbability of landing that shot?” Dr. Silvers asked. There was no trace of malice in his voice, only mirth as a smile tugged at his lips.

“Why would I learn the statistical probability when it doesn’t apply to me?” Himiko replied, pulling a genuine laugh from the surgeon.

“I suppose you wouldn’t have to,” he agreed, as they focused back in on the game. Himiko only needed to knock the 8-ball in to secure her win. While it wasn’t an impossible shot, she did risk hitting the cue ball in and forfeiting the game if she wasn’t careful. Himiko pulled back her cue and hit the cue ball for the last time that night. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth as she watched the balls collide sending the 8-ball into the side pocket, and the cue ball into the wall narrowly avoiding the pocket. A smile broke across her face as she pulled back from the table. She had won, more importantly, she was able to secure 3,000,000 berries for a worthy cause. But she couldn’t deny the feeling of satisfaction as she shook Rayleigh’s hand. She was pulled into a photo with the surgeon and another with Zoro next to the poster board displaying the bracket. Himiko and Zoro had just made it back to their table as the coordinator walked up to them.

“Miss would it be possible for me to steel you for a second?” she asked, looking at Himiko. She nodded as she followed the older women back over to the bracket.

“I just had a quick question regarding the donation.” The coordinator started, “Would you like your name linked to the donation, or would you prefer anonymity and just have the check linked to the hospital.”

“Oh, I’d be more comfortable if I was not linked to the donation. I will most likely be working with them in the future and don’t want to harbor that type of power imbalance.” Himiko answered.

“Of, course.” The coordinator said with a smile, “The donation will be filed first thing Monday. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.”

“Thanks,” Himiko replied with a smile as she walked back over to Zoro.

“What was that all about?” he asked as he took a swig of his drink.

“Oh, they just wanted to know whether or not I wanted to be tied to the donation.” She answered, “I think I’m going to head out if that’s okay with you.”

“That’s fine,” Zoro responded, “There’s only an hour and a half left of the function anyway.”

Himiko nodded in response as she pulled up her rideshare app and ordered a car. She finished off her drink as she waited a few minutes for the car to arrive.

“It’s here,” she said, grabbing her clutch from Zoro.

“I’ll walk you out,” Zoro said as they made their way through what remained of the crowd. It looked like Himiko had lucked out in getting a car, as they took in the cluster of people waiting outside of the pool hall. Luckily Himiko was able to easily spot her car.

“Bye,” she said turning and giving Zoro a hug. Unlike his normal half-assed side hugs, he actually fully wrapped his arms around Himiko and gave her a squeeze.

“Be safe,” he said as he pulled back.

“I will,” she replied with a smile as she got into the car. She gave Zoro a wave before settling into her seat as the car pulled away from the curb. The car ride was short and uneventful. The pool hall was on the upper crust of center city making it only a 15-minute ride back to the DILF’s apartment building. Himiko thanked the driver as she left the car and pulled out her ID card to scan herself into the building. The lobby was empty; the clicks of her heels were the only things to be heard as she waited for the elevator. She had just stepped into the elevator when she heard the entrance door slam open. She quickly turned around and was greeted by the sight of Mihawk and Shanks walking in quick strides towards her. She held the door open button as the couple quickly closed the 50-foot distance between them.

Himiko stepped back to make room for them as they entered the elevator. She was given no time to react as Mihawk pulled her in for a desperate kiss, pressing her back firmly into Shanks’s chest. Her senses were overwhelmed as he deepened the kiss. She let out a muffled moan as Shanks began to leave open-mouth kisses down her throat before switching to sucking hickeys on any exposed skin he could reach. A whine escaped her throat as Mihawk pulled back and began to kiss down the other side of her neck. Mihawk looked debauched; her crimson lip had smeared onto his lips. He not only marked up her neck with hickeys but also with swipes of the dark red lipstick covering the lower half of his face. Her next moan was loud and unobstructed as she felt each of their growing erections grind into her stomach and back. Himiko’s resolve quickly vanished as she began to grind back against them, letting herself be consumed by their lust as the elevator ascended up to their floor.

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A/N:

I hope you like the update ^-^, I will be writing chapter 25 before cycling back to A Rose's Thorns. Not quite sure when the next update will be, because I work the next 5 days, but hopefully it's soon. I'm still shocked this fic is over 300 pages long now. When I started writing this I never thought I'd get past 100 pages. Also thank you to all who have commented along the way. Your encouragement is a big part of how far I've come.

-Locke

#dracule mihawk #dracule mihawk x reader #red haired shanks #red haired shanks x dracule mihawk #red haired shanks x dracule mihawk x reader #red haired shanks x reader #modern au #surgeon mihawk #sugar daddy au #dilf mihawk #dilf shanks #cross posted on ao3 #lawyer shanks #stuck

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