Sometimes I wonder how many people would go broke if Mihawk was a stripper.

Also, this chapter is 1151 words of straight smut or lime. Whatever you want to call it.
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Of course after all that crap, it was only natural that I found and slapped shanks upside the head along with my child. They both winced at the impact but I dismissed it, scolding them in the process.

"You need to learn a few manners. For example, don't laugh when someone gets their heart crushed! Do you know how humiliating that must've been for her?!"

"I'm sorry, mommy."

"Sorry, (n/n)." I rolled my eyes at their apologies.

"Shanks no rum for the rest of the day
Masahiko, you don't get to hunt with Beckman for today. If something like this ever happens again, I'll make sure the both of you regret it for the rest of your lives. Is that understood?" The two males nodded and I sent them off to their rooms before walking over to Mihawk.

"Are you going to try and punish me too?" He hummed deeply, not looking up from his book.

"Why are you so damn cruel? You're twice her age for goodness sakes." The noirette briefly looked up at me and pulled me onto his lap, his book being placed elsewhere.

"Mi emperatriz, I've never been 'nice' and you know that. Don't expect me to suddenly change my attitude just because you want me to."

"No that wasn't just mean, that was ruthless."

"But you're not mad about it." He hummed staring up at me with his intense gold eyes. 'Shit.'

"Yes, I am. Even I was hurting from that."

"We have an hour until everyone else starts causing trouble."

"No, I'm mad." An irritated grunt escaped his chest and he yanked my body closer to his own.

"You're wearing a dress, (y/n). I can quite literally feel your arousal."

"Then I guess you are getting old because you have yet to pin me up against that wall and-" before I could finish my sentence, his lips roughly collided with mine while he began to stand. I moaned in surprise giving him more than enough access to my mouth where he eagerly played with my tongue.

Desperate to keep my resolve, I beat against his chest to get the swordsman to let me go but he refused, harshly pressing my back against the wall.

The air was promptly knocked out of me from his force as I now began to dig my nails into his still clothed shoulders.

Slowly he moved from my lips to my neck, and from my neck to cleavage where he practically ripped off my dress, dropping it next to him seductively.

"I'm going to get you out of that nasty habit of calling me old."

"But you are. You're a dirty old pervert." I moaned arching my back for more.

"And yet here you are begging for me. I'll ask you again. Just how desperate are you?" Mihawk chuckled evilly against my cleavage sending a harsh bite to my chest and I shook my head moving forward to give his neck a long hard lick. His body shivered underneath my touch, causing a grin to form on my lips.

"I missed you so much, (y/n)." He moaned tilting his head back for more.

"Did you miss me or my body?" Even though my smile was evident in my voice, it went unnoticed by the swordsman and he pressed me harder against the concrete wall.

"Both."

"Did she even compare to me Mihawk?"

"No. But at least she wasn't a demon." I pulled away to laugh at his blatant jealousy. "It's not funny, (y/n). I don't like him in the least."

"Sebastian may be rough but you're bigger and better. I promise he's not worth you're recognition." The noirette huffed, quickly letting me down to remove my underwear. I looked away as he let it fall to the ground as well.

"Don't talk anymore, mi emperatriz. The only thing I want to hear from that mouth of yours is my name." A glare was sent his way but I followed the order nonetheless. Without further hesitation, one of his fingers plunged into my womanhood, making me cry out to him in pure euphoria.

"Touch me, (y/n). It's been too long." I nodded. Slowly I ran my hands over his clothed chest, enjoying his warmth. Every once in a while, I'd slip my hands underneath the garment letting him savor what he could but I never stayed long before pulling away completely.

To my surprise, a lonely whimper escaped his throat. I raised a brow pulling a mini dagger from my bra.

"If you even think about cutting me with that, I'll put you through hell." I chuckled at his breathy threat, kissing his lips in gentle reassurance.

Mihawk's gaze still stayed on me however while I pretty much sliced the shirt off his body. I moaned at the feeling of him adding another finger and he smiled.

"Your voice is sweet. I want to hear more." Succumbing to his request, I let out another moan, wrapping my arms around him pulling his form closer to my own. That's when it clicked. The man before me was something else.

He had the body of a god, the personality of a salty demon and the charm level of a prince. And don't even get me started on his sex drive.

To say the least he was like a drug, my drug. He made my life that much better by nothing but his presence and I loved it.

"You're beyond perfect." I whispered into his ear, nipping it slightly. Mihawk kissed my neck in satisfaction while I hungrily unbuckled his pants and took his girth into my hand, running my thumb over the tip. He moaned, slightly flinching from the sudden action.

"You don't want to do that." I looked at him with the best skeptical look I could, given my current position.

"Why not?"

"I'm beyond sensitive right now so one of two things could happen." His voice was slurred with pleasure but I managed to understand.

"Tell me."

"Either I'll get you dirty quicker than I want to, or my legs will give out and I'll drop."

"You're kidding."

"I've been craving you for so long and Naomi wasn't too good at her job of keeping me stable. It's going to take a while before I can get used to you again." I rolled my eyes and went to speak but a particularly strong jolt was sent into my lower regions and a silent scream left me instead as I finally met my climax.

When I had somewhat recovered, I looked down at my husband wantingly.

"I-i don't know h-how you stay so calm during s-sex."

"It's a gift." He muttered carrying me over to the couch, where he gladly released all the stress he had onto my body.