Kinktober 2021
Summary: Kinktober 2021: Day 23: Knifeplay. Mihawk/Shanks.
Author's Note: Hey everyone and welcome back to Kinktober! I hope you are enjoying these. I never thought I would enjoy writing smut this much and here we are again making Shanks a masochist. This is technically sadomasochism as well so I hope you enjoy? This prompt was always going to be MihawkShanks for obvious reasons xD On with the fic!
TRIGGER WARNING: THIS HAS SOMEONE CUTTING ANOTHER PERSON! IF THIS WILL TRIGGER YOU DO NOT READ!
Warnings: Knifeplay, Sexual Content, Sadomasochism, Masochism, Blood and Injury, Bondage, Blindfolds, Sex Toys
Kinktober 2021: Day 23: Knifeplay (Mihawk/Shanks)
His heart was racing. He could practically hear it in his ears. His hands bound above his head. The crossing of the sash over the skin of his wrists and forearms. The blindfold shielding his eyes from view. His skin was already slicked with a thin layer of sweat. The heat pooling in his stomach.
The sound of his clothes being cut away. The feel of the back of the knife blade gliding against his skin as the fabric was pulled away from his body. The soft, lingering touches of Mihawk's fingers that would follow that sent the trails of sparks across his skin. He bit down on his lip as the cold air hit his skin. The dangerous situation he could find himself in.
Though, not once did he think that Mihawk would intentionally severely hurt him. This was something he wanted. Starting from a conversation that started after he had an off comment about Mihawk's Kogatana. Now here he was, bound to a bed, blindfolded, and completely at Mihawk's mercy.
He let out a shocked sound as he felt the blade turn against his skin, the soft slice that had his back coming off of the mattress. "So good for me, Red-Hair." Mihawk mused, the tip of the blade moving across his skin again, not actually cutting into it like the last one. Instead, it almost tickled with how gentle it was gliding across him. The shivers that went down his spine as Mihawk leaned in, his breath hitting his ear.
His legs strained against the restraints keeping them in place. The toy that was secured in place to keep him stretched and ready. He didn't even have to see his own cock to know that it was red and raging. Begging for release. Mihawk was practically sending him straight into a frenzy. His mind was already clouded. Hazed over with the lust of just wanting Mihawk to wreck him.
"You know, Red-Hair…" Mihawk muttered, "Just one wrong move and you could bleed out."
Shanks smirked, leaning his head against Mihawk's. "You wouldn't." He stated.
"You sound so sure." Mihawk replied. "You are my enemy after all."
"You're a perfectionist with a blade. If you wanted to kill me, you would have the second my arms were bound." Shanks retorted. He winced, a low moan dropping from his lips as the next slash came on his other thigh.
Mihawk hummed. Shanks could feel his smirk against his neck as he felt the Swordsman nip at his upper neck. "You wouldn't even care."
"You could probably stab me, and I wouldn't care."
Mihawk leaned up, the back of the blade back on his skin, moving up right back his neck this time causing the air to catch in his throat. He balled his fists as the fingers moved throughout his hair. Fingers ghosting over the scars that peeked out from underneath the blindfold. "You're already on the edge."
"How can I not be?" Shanks questioned.
"You like pain." Mihawk muttered. The tip of the blade moving across his skin again. Not actually cutting into him, just enough that he could feel it pressing down. Going down his chest and towards his navel.
He bit down on his lip again, jerking at his arms. "Mihawk, please."
"Please, what?" Mihawk muttered, back over his ear. His breath causing the chills to run down his spine.
"Fuck me." Shanks gasped as he felt the back of the blade now moving up his arm.
"With pleasure." Mihawk stated before the bed moved momentarily before his weight was dipping back down in between Shanks' legs.
The red head gasped as the toy was pulled out of him, leaving him feeling completely empty before it was followed closely behind by the head of Mihawk's cock pressing at his entrance. "Mihawk." He tried again, even trying to wiggle his hips a little bit closer. One hand landed on his hip, pulling him up enough before he felt the burning stretch that came next.
He threw his head back, a breathless moan falling from his lips as he heard the low groan coming from Mihawk. The quick snap of his hips that had Mihawk bottoming out. The older pirate's hips pressing into his own.
The knife moved again, cutting through the fabric wrapping around his wrists and letting them free. His legs were cut free just seconds later before Shanks was wrapping his arms around Mihawk's shoulders, a hand on the back of his head to bring their lips together. He wasn't sure what happened to the knife, but he no longer felt the metal against his skin as Mihawk's thrusts picked up. Forcing his body to move from the force that Mihawk was putting in.
The Swordsman bit down on his shoulder, concealing the moans that were coming from him. Shanks curled his hands into whisps of black hair, tightening his hold as Mihawk hit him directly in that sweet bundle of nerves that had him seeing stars. "Mihawk, fuck—"
"Red-Hair." Mihawk groaned out a second later, a hand moving to the back of his head, pulling at the wavy strands to pull it back enough that the Swordsman had access to his neck. Biting at the skin that had Shanks' breath hitching.
He wasn't even sure he was breathing properly anymore as Mihawk's cock kept hitting his prostate. Sending those sparks straight up his spine as he wrapped his legs around the older pirate's waist, using his heels to try and pull him even closer. He reached in between the two of them, wrapping his hand around his own cock. Twisting his wrist at the same intervals that Mihawk's hips were moving. Leaning his head back into Mihawk's hand before the older pirate pushed against it, pressing their lips together into a wet and messy kiss.
He moaned into Mihawk's mouth as he felt his climax coming to him. His stomach twisting as he felt his member pulsating in his hand. The hot spurts of his come splattered onto his hand and their chests. Mihawk's name trying to escape from him, only to be concealed by Mihawk's lips.
His body tightened around Mihawk's cock, the waver of his hips as his hands moved to his thighs, pushing his legs up. His fingers hitting the fresh cut against his skin that had Shanks groaning. His head falling back against the pillows.
"Damn, Red-Hair." Mihawk huffed, "So tight."
Shanks smirked as he purposely clamped himself down, gaining the moan from the older pirate that he sure gained him a sharp glance if he could see it. Mihawk's movements were no longer that strict precision. Mihawk connected their lips once more as the Swordsman's climax hit, coating his inside with the hot liquid, giving a few more ruts as he rode out his high.
Shanks smiled, pressing a soft kiss into Mihawk's naked shoulder, twisting his fingers in the short, spiky hair. Mihawk stopped moving, breathing heavily as he leaned against him, pressing a few gentle kisses against his face and to his neck. A hand moving to pull the blindfold from his eyes. The younger pirate had to blink to fix his vision as Mihawk came back into his line of sight. That smug smirk on his face as he pulled out, his come dripping out of the younger pirate as he pulled away.
Shanks took a second to look down, surveying the two small cuts on his thighs. They weren't deep by any means, barely even bleeding. His senses had been so overly hyperactive that they had felt sharper than they actually were. He gave a grin as he turned on his side, propping his head up on his arm. "You were more into that than you let on."
Mihawk shrugged, leaning back, and connecting their lips again. "You talk to much."
Shanks snorted as he reached forward, pulling Mihawk back down on top of him. "Well, keep me quiet than."