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Mihawk couldn't believe what he was seeing. His room had been filled with flowers, the small tables where he usually left his books to read at night had been decorated with flowers—flowers!
He looked around.
When had he allowed all this?
His bed, which had previously had only a dark-colored sheet covering him at night, had been replaced with a pink and black bedspread, and the pillows decorated to match. The black curtains had been replaced with white ones with ghost and heart designs.
His closet, which had once held his scant clothing, was now filled with dresses and high heels. He thanked the heavens that he had left him at least one drawer to store his underwear.
He walked around the place with a massive headache. And now? Why did the place reek of sweet perfume?
He looked the other way, at the door leading to the bathroom, and saw how her bathtub, which had once contained only the two essentials for a good bath, had been replaced by creams, special hair products, and a soap that smelled like caramel, along with many perfumes.
The shelf that had only held toilet paper was now filled with combs and many, MANY more women's products.
He sighed and left the room.
It was the last straw; he couldn't allow this anymore. He felt like she had invaded his entire personal space and had turned it into just her and her essence. They had to talk about this seriously.
With a firm step, he was prepared to endure a fight that might not make much sense, much less have any hope of winning. But he had to try.
In his mind, he was thinking of a thousand ways to express his annoyance to that woman without seeming rude and without losing his stoic demeanor.
Everything went to hell when he saw her.
"Mihawk," she spoke in her melodious voice, calling him with a big smile and holding two cups of, presumably, hot chocolate. "It's a cold day, do you want some?"
"Perona..." The man watched the young woman with long pink hair float toward him with great joy. Mihawk bit his lip. Damn, damn! What the hell had that capricious and fussy little girl done to him? Why would the strongest swordsman in the world fall at the feet of a little girl? All it took was her voice to feel his whole world turning colorful, and what had once been monotonous became a place of light.
She had become his reason for being.
Before, he just wanted to live in peace, where no one would bother him, continue collecting his wines, and dedicate himself to the farm.
Then she arrived in his world, and the endless conversations began. Her laughter, her voice, her essence, the entire castle was filled with her. And curiously, he didn't dislike that at all.
And then he realized he was capable of destroying the entire world if she wanted him to. All he had to do was ask for it, and who knows, if she wanted to find the One Piece, he'd go like an idiot looking for that stupid thing and bring it home without a problem.
Just to see her smile.
But when?
When had his heart of stone been filled with so many feelings?
Perhaps it was that night, when they shared that first kiss that was his downfall. She was drunk, he, as always, unfazed, but that kiss she stole from him was surprising; his surprise lasted less than a second. He remembered perfectly how he got up from that chair and left the place, leaving the girl alone.
He wasn't going to take advantage of her while she was drunk; he wasn't that type, especially not with her. But he had liked that confession and that kiss. Yes, he had, and maybe he wanted more of it.
Then came the next day, and the next. Unaware of what she had provoked in Hawkeye, a battle was starting in the man's chest, and thousands of doubts flooded his mind.
"She was just drunk; she doesn't think that way about me."
"I'm much older. She could very well be my daughter. Nothing would ever happen between us."
But his mind was cruel, because when her mouth touched him, teasing him, biting him, destroying him, he was ready to go to hell for that experience again.
It was at that moment that he longed to repeat it again. He wasn't going to waste time; he wasn't a child to play with romance. He just wanted to see if it was true that that kiss had stirred feelings in him, killing him inside, turning his world upside down.
When she was unaware, he simply gently grabbed her and pulled her closer to his body.
"What the hell are you doing? You idiot Mihawk, let me go!" She had yelled at him angrily, and he, calm as ever, simply responded.
"What else do you expect from me, woman? First you confess, kiss me, and expect me not to respond to that provocation. I have to act like nothing happened to that, I have to act like I just don't want to undress you and make you mine. I'm a man, dammit!"
Perona blushed bright red. What was that supposed to be, a confession? Was it her imagination, or had he confessed in the worst possible way?
Mihawk swallowed and let go of the woman. "Forget it, forget all this," he said, and walked off somewhere else to clear his mind of all the commotion inside him.
That's when Perona grabbed him by the arm and forced him to turn around. Then, she passionately devoured his lips, saying that she thought the same thing as him, but fear kept her from doing everything she wanted to do.
He responded to that kiss, intensifying it, embracing her, pulling her as close to his body as he could. Her warmth stirred him, he needed more and more. It terrified him.
He had never felt that way in his life. The times he slept with women were to satisfy his masculine need for sexual desire, but never for what they called love. He had never kissed with that intensity, never desired a woman as much as he did her.
That's when his clothes got in the way, and he, without hesitation, grabbed the girl and carried her to the nearest table. He threw away everything in the way, causing more than one glass to break on the floor, and gently placed the girl on the table. He devoured her lips again, as she tried to keep up with his rhythm. He began to gently caress her back, making her tense and sigh.
What the hell was going on?
He wasn't thinking anymore; he was just going to let himself go.
If this wasn't happiness, then let the so-called gods come down and see it, and, believe it or not, this was glory.
Gently, he lowered his lips to her neck, causing Perona to moan with pleasure at that moment; chills ran down her spine, and she liked it. Then, he gently unzipped the dress that was bothering her, continuing to explore her body.
With that obstacle gone, he continued lowering himself, leaving a trail of kisses and small bites all over her delicate skin.
"Mihawk," she sighed, teasing him further.
His hands didn't miss that path, knowing her body. They went up and down gently, first running over her thighs, caressing and squeezing them, then her back, and finally reaching her breasts, where he looked at his partner to see if she would give him the okay to continue touching him. She simply moaned and nodded her head in approval. The bra covering those beautiful breasts was expertly unclasped by the man, allowing him to touch them, gently caressing them, firmly grasping them, and then playing a little with the nipples. His mouth, jealous of her hands, went directly to her breasts, so that, with his tongue, he could suck and touch them.
Perona couldn't hold back the pleasure; she sighed, moaned, and cried Mihawk's name without shame.
And Mihawk felt victorious over those moans of pleasure from his companion; every time she said his name, he felt the fire inside him grow more and more.
He stopped kissing her breasts for a moment to look at the girl's face and moved away a little to appreciate that beautiful body in front of him, eager, wanting to feel him, to feel that heat. Perona, blushing and sweating, looked away in embarrassment and covered her breasts, causing the older man to laugh.
"What- what's so funny?!" the young woman demanded.
"I've been all over your body, getting to know it in every way, and you're ashamed of me? You're beautiful, Perona, you don't have to hide," he responded calmly and honestly.
She puffed out her cheeks and looked at the man, just as sweaty as she was. "This is unfair," she said. He looked doubtful. "I'm the only one with almost no clothes on here."
He smiled. "Are you so eager to see me without clothes?"
She blushed more. "It's not..." He kissed her.
"Why don't you take my clothes off?" he said seductively. Not knowing where to start, she thought it best to take off that shirt that was in the way. It wasn't that difficult; the older man always had his shirt half-buttoned, so it was just a few buttons to reveal the man's well-formed abdomen and provoke more feelings in the girl. Gently, she touched the dark-haired man's firm shoulders and delicately pulled down his shirt, then tossed it to the floor. "I'd like to know how long you've been wanting to unbutton that shirt," the man said mischievously.
"Shut up," she replied, then looked at his crotch, where the zipper of his pants was about to explode from his massive erection. She didn't know how to react to that; a small pang of dread flooded her. It was the first time she'd been in such close contact with a man.
That made him hesitate. "Is it...?"
"Yes, it's my first time! Any problem with that?"
He sighed. It was the first time he was going to take someone's virginity. He never slept with inexperienced girls, he didn't feel worthy of being someone's first, and he wasn't exactly a delicate person when it came to sex.
He would have to be delicate now, but he didn't deny that deep down, he wanted to take her and have those delicate lips lick his member.
He looked away; he definitely had a place in hell for thinking that way.
"I'm going to try to be as gentle as possible," he said. "Do you really want this? If you want me to stop, just tell me. If you don't feel ready, that's fine."
"I," Perona spoke, "want my first time to be with you and no one else. You, you're the only one I trust."
Mihawk nodded and now lowered his hand to the girl's crotch. "Can I...?"
"Yes."
With that answer, he began gently caressing her intimate area with his fingers above her underwear. Then, he put his hand inside and felt how wet she was already. He smiled, wanting to play with her for a while before starting the dance.
His expert fingers caressed the girl's clitoris, making her moan with pleasure. Everything was new to her, making this moment unique; it was the first time she'd felt as much pleasure as she was now. Then, he inserted a finger inside her, so tight and wet, he felt like his member was going to explode. She was screaming with desire to make her his. He knew he had to wait, stimulate her enough for her to get used to it. First one, then two, a back-and-forth motion making her moans louder and he couldn't stand it anymore. Then, he lowered his mouth to the girl's underwear and tore the garment open with his teeth.
"Hey, those were my best panties." "She complained," he said, "You'll have to buy me a new one now."
"Sure," he nodded. "Can I pick it out?"
She looked away, blushing. He was playing with her. It was the first time she'd seen that mischievous side of the older man. Now, without clothes to interrupt them, she knew it was the moment she'd longed for.
As best she could, without letting go of her partner, she unbuckled his belt and pants to pull them down. Then she undid his underwear, revealing the erect member she longed to be inside her.
Fearfully, she looked; it was big; she felt chills. Could it be possible something like that was inside her?
"I can't promise you this won't hurt, so I ask you to trust me and stay calm."
She nodded, adjusted Perona's legs so the position was comfortable for both of them, and pulled her closer. First, he brushed her intimately with his member, then he playfully rubbed her, making her wish he were already inside her. She felt like she was going to explode.
Mihawk kissed Perona before entering her. At first, he was slow, making her grip tightly on the man's back and moan in pain.
"Calm down, relax. If you don't relax, you'll get tighter and it will hurt more," he said. But he felt himself losing control. The wetness inside her, her warmth, and the way she squeezed him made him want to start intercourse right away.
She was tightly gripped by him; it hurt. She hadn't expected it to hurt so much, and she wasn't exactly good at handling pain, so small tears began to well up in her eyes, frightening the older man.
"Sorry, does it hurt that much?" If you want, I can stop.
"Calm down," she said. "Please continue."
He nodded and continued to thrust his member deep inside her. Damn! She moaned at the pleasure he was now feeling inside her.
"I'll start. I'll be as gentle as possible," the older man said. She only looked at him for a few seconds. He kissed her eyes to make the tears disappear.
The back-and-forth dance began slowly. The pain was gradually easing, her body was getting used to the member inside her. Now she loosened her grip a little and began to feel pleasure.
"Mi-Mihawk," she moaned. The older man bit his lip to hold back; he couldn't allow himself to cum now. His movements were gentle, but then he felt she was ready to increase the speed as she lifted her hips to feel his member deeper.
He smiled and became wilder, wanting to break free. He began kissing, caressing, and biting the body of the girl with long pink hair and soft skin.
The intercourse lasted a good few minutes. She felt herself reaching climax; she couldn't stand it anymore; her belly wanted to explode from the heat she felt.
"Calm down, just let it out," he said between moans. The truth was, he was already close to climaxing too.
When Perona gave a small cry of pleasure, she came, and he took advantage of the opportunity to deliver his final thrusts, filling her insides with semen.
They both sighed. He gave her one last kiss after all this had happened.
Perona's legs were shaking. He noticed this and moved away from her a little to pull up his underwear and straighten his pants. She was tired, so he picked her up and carried her to his room to gently place her on his bed.
I guess that's when he gave in, and everything that was happening began.
That night, he hadn't expected to sleep with her. He never spent the night with a woman, he would never sleep next to someone, so he was going to leave, go somewhere else to rest. But she grabbed his hand.
"Stay here." He was going to reject her, but he knew that now he had to take responsibility for his actions like the man he was. So, what were they supposed to be? Some kind of lovers?
He sighed and lay down next to her, then hugged her and fell asleep beside her.
Yes, that night everything had gone to hell.
Now he was there, with her in front of him, smiling.
"You know I prefer wine to hot chocolate," he said firmly.
"Don't be like that. Sometimes it's good to have something hot and relax for a while."
He smiled, took both cups of hot chocolate from a nearby piece of furniture, and kissed the girl passionately.
He couldn't get mad at her. If she wanted to decorate her entire room with those feminine things, it didn't bother him. He felt her presence, she was close to him, and of course, they desired each other madly.
He hated and loved those feelings at the same time.
"I want to make love to you. Let's go to the bedroom."
"Mihawk!" She blushed. "But you didn't let me sleep last night."
"I can't help it. You make me desire you madly. You are to blame for these feelings. You have to take responsibility."
She smiled.
"Then let's go to our room."