Gift Details ♥
Reader: afab!reader (leans very feminine)
Character: Mihawk
Kink: #15 Bratty Reader
Prompt: #17 "Did you think being outside would save you?"

Summary: Mihawk's been busy. In a way, so have you >.>

Content Notes: Vaginal fingering, pet names, outdoor shenanigans, voyeurism if you squint, brat-taming

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

You'd been giving this poor man hell for a couple days. Nothing was keeping you satisfied, and he hadn't the time to attend to you properly. You did your best to be understanding, but also being a brat was a part of your relationship and Mihawk seemed to enjoy it more often than not.

Your intent had been to pout and sulk and whine your way into being good and punished, but after a couple more days dragged on, you eased up on the bad behavior. There was a fine-line between looking to have a hot session with your hot partner – and accidentally becoming one of the things stressing him out and wearing him down.

So you switched gears, welcoming him home sweetly, making sure everything was done just so, and giving him peace in the evening.

"Tomorrow, I will have some time available." He says after dinner, regarding you without really looking at you. "Perhaps we could enjoy the weather and have lunch at the park."

You smile, even as you can feel the horns threatening to expose your deviant thoughts. "That sounds pleasant. Will you be mine for the whole day?" You're not exactly hiding your excitement at the prospect.

"So it seems, dear one." He answers evenly.

The two of you had an easy night, taking it easy that evening. The next day, however, you were a little hellion, but you swore you could see the smile pulling at his lips from time to time. You got ready for your day nearly naked. Making a picnic basket in little more than an apron, dodging the subtle movements Mihawk would make – normally beckoning you right into his arms.

When it was time to leave you slipped into little more than a sundress and sandals, certain that Mihawk knew there was nothing under the light dress even before you left the house.

The park wasn't too busy, but it wasn't completely empty either. The wide open field was home to all manner of people going about their day. Mihawk laid the picnic blanket out by an old maple tree with low branches. The scent of maple wood was sweet and soft, and not overpowering, especially not with the light breeze of the day.

"Come, sit here." Mihawk says, after you've set the basket down. "We'll eat later, sit with me first."

You considered saying you were hungry, but you hadn't gotten much of his time lately, and the lure was too strong. He was dressed in slacks with a loose ruffled shirt that showed off the thick black hair on his chest, accented by the gold cross he normally wore.

You seated yourself between his legs, back to his chest, and let yourself sink into him. The warmth, and his arms draped lazily around you were helping you relax.

"I haven't been able to properly attend you," he says softly, voice low in your ear. "Certainly not for the first couple of days." The low sweet voice takes on an edge as he shifts enough to unzip the back of your dress.

"Miha-."

"Eyes forward." He demands, warm hands against your back as they slip under your sun dress. "If you move too much someone will notice.

You do as he says, trying to appear relaxed as deft fingers run over your skin from under the thin dress. His hands are rough from years of fighting, but even the callouses seem to be made of silk when he decides to be tender with you.

His hands slide down to your front, pushing between your thighs, and forcing them apart a little. Not enough to tear the dress, not enough to put you on display for the whole park, but enough to make you gasp.

Hot lips are against your back, kissing near your neck. "I've only just begun, are you going to cry out in that sweet, pleasure-filled voice of yours, for all these people to hear?"

"Mi-Mihawk, please, it... it's too much." You whimper as one of his hands slowly moves toward your core, the other on your stomach and moving up to your chest.

He pulls you against his chest, teeth nipping at your ear as his sharp eyes mind and track every other person in the park. He'll leave you feeling exposed, watched, and maybe even judged, but he won't allow anyone to truly view you. You're all for him, and him alone.

"Mi amor, did you think being outside would save you?" He muses. "Now, be good, and breathe." He commands, his fingers sliding easily into your wet folds, teasing your clit and causing you to gasp softly, the heat rising into your chest and face as his other hand slowly teases your nipple.

"If you cause too much of a scene, you won't get to cum." He warns, fingers pushing further into you. "And I would love to hear your sweet sounds before we eat."

"Softly," he says, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit as his fingers push inside your pussy, thrusting and purposefully making loud, wet, squelching sounds you're almost certain the whole park can hear. "Sing softly for me, mi amor." He demands, voice so soft in your ear you can barely hear him over the sound of your own lewd, dripping, trembling body.

"Please," you beg, turning toward him just a little. "I'm g-going to-!" Your body tenses, and he kisses sweetly along your shoulder. You're trying to bite back your usual cries, letting the shuddering gasps and soft whimpers fall from your lips as he drags the orgasm out, caressing you and urging you sink into it.

"Well done." He praises softly, pulling his hands out from your dress carefully, and zipping you back up smoothly. His dry fingers comb through your hair kindly, as he lets you kiss his drenched fingers, cleaning them as much as you were willing to risk in public.

"I will attend to you properly after lunch." He promises, kissing you softly before nudging you toward the picnic basket.