Chapter 173 (Patreon)

The night air around the villa was still. Outside, Konoha slept beneath a clear sky, the distant murmur of the village no more than a soft hush beyond the wooden walls.

Hinata’s arms remained locked around Mihawk’s waist, her breath warm against the side of his neck. He could feel every small tremor running through her body. She was nervous, but beneath that nervousness was a determination he couldn’t mistake.

He shifted in her embrace until they were facing each other. In the dim light filtering through the paper screens, her pale eyes were wide and her cheeks flushed a deep rose. She did not look away.

“Hinata,” he said quietly. “Are you certain?”

She nodded once. The motion was small but firm. “I’ve thought about this for a long time. I’m a bit nervous, but… I… I’m ready, Mihawk-kun. I want this. I want to be yours completely.”

Mihawk raised a hand and brushed a strand of dark hair from her cheek. His thumb lingered against the warmth of her skin. Hinata’s breath caught, her lashes fluttered, but she leaned into his touch instead of retreating.

He kissed her.

The kiss began softly, unhurried enough to give her time to respond. And she did. Her mouth opened beneath his with a shy eagerness that sent heat coiling low in his stomach. A faint trace of the tea she had drunk earlier still lingered on her tongue. When his tongue brushed hers, she made a small sound in her throat, half surprise and half pleasure, and pressed closer.

Usually they wouldn't kiss in such a shameless manner, taking her by surprise.

Her hands slid up his back, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. Mihawk deepened the kiss a little at a time until she was trembling against him. Only then did he pull back, just far enough to speak against her lips.

“We can stop whenever you want.”

“I don’t want to stop.” The words came out soft but clear. “Please… don’t hold back anymore.”

That was enough.

Mihawk stood, drawing her up with him. He guided her the short distance to the bed and gently laid her down. Hinata’s dark hair spread across the pale sheets like ink. She watched him with those luminous eyes as he pulled his shirt over his head and set it aside. Her gaze moved over the muscles of his chest and abdomen, and a visible shiver ran through her.

When he leaned over her again, she reached for him at once, her palms sliding over his bare skin.

Her touch was tentative at first, then gradually grew bolder, as though she were trying to memorize him. Mihawk kissed the corner of her mouth, her jaw, then the sensitive place just beneath her ear. Hinata tilted her head to give him more room, a quiet sigh escaping her.

He loosened the ties of her sleeping robe with slow fingers. The silk parted, revealing the soft curves of her breasts, the gentle slope of her waist, and the pale skin of her thighs. Hinata’s breathing quickened as a flush spread from her cheeks, down her throat, and across her chest.

She made no move to cover herself. Instead, she lifted one hand and rested it against his cheek, grounding herself.

Mihawk lowered his head and took one peaked nipple into his mouth. Hinata gasped, her back arching off the mattress. He suckled gently, circling it with his tongue, while his hand cupped her other breast and his thumb stroked the sensitive tip. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him closer rather than pulling him away.

Soft, broken sounds escaped her lips—half-formed versions of his name.

He moved to her other breast, giving it the same slow attention until both nipples were tight and glistening. Only then did he kiss his way lower, down the flat plane of her stomach, lingering at the soft skin just above the pink slit between her legs. Hinata’s thighs tensed. He glanced up at her.

“All right?”

She nodded, her eyes glassy with want. “Yes… please.”

Mihawk carefully parted her legs and settled between them. The scent of her arousal already hung thick in the air. He pressed a kiss to the inside of one thigh, then the other, moving closer until his mouth finally covered her. Hinata’s hips jerked, and a startled moan tore free.

He licked her slowly, taking his time as he learned the exact pressure and rhythm that made her thighs tremble around his head. When he found the swollen bud of her clit, he circled it with the tip of his tongue, then sealed his lips around it and suckled gently. Hinata’s hands fisted in the sheets. Her breathing turned ragged, broken by soft cries she tried and failed to muffle.

He eased two fingers into her heat, careful and measured. She was tight—almost painfully so—but wet enough to take them, even as a long, shaky moan left her throat. Mihawk curled his fingers, searching, and when he found the spot that made her entire body seize, he stayed there, stroking in time with the motion of his tongue.

Hinata came apart with a quiet, desperate cry, her inner walls fluttering hard around his fingers.

He worked her through it until the tremors eased and her thighs fell open again, boneless.

Only then did he rise over her. He pushed his remaining clothing away. Hinata’s eyes dropped to his cock—thick, hard, and already leaking at the tip—and a fresh wave of color flooded her face. She reached down, her fingers brushing experimentally along his length. Mihawk’s jaw tightened at the soft, uncertain stroke.

“Please… go ahead, Mihawk-kun,” she whispered, her face burning even as she held his gaze. “You don’t have to go easy on me… You can do it however you like. I… I want this to be good for you too.”

Mihawk’s gaze softened. “Hinata, as much as I want you, I want this to be special for you too.” His thumb brushed gently over her cheek. “I’ll be gentle.”

He positioned himself at her entrance, the blunt head of his cock nudging against her slick folds.

Hinata’s legs wrapped loosely around his hips. Their eyes met.

Mihawk pushed forward slowly.

The tight heat of her body yielded inch by careful inch. Hinata’s breath hitched, and her hands wrapped around his shoulders. He stopped when he was halfway inside, giving her time to adjust as his forehead rested against hers.

“Take your time, Hinata,” he murmured, his forehead still resting against hers. “We have all night.”

She did. Her inner walls fluttered around him, slowly adjusting and accepting him. When the tension in her body eased, he sank the rest of the way in until he was buried to the hilt. A low sound escaped his throat at the perfect, scalding grip around him.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

Mihawk simply held still, buried deep, feeling every subtle pulse of her body around him.

Hinata’s eyes were half-lidded, her lips parted. She looked wrecked already—beautifully so.

“I’m all right, Mihawk-kun,” she said softly. “You can move…”

He withdrew almost completely, then pressed back in with a controlled thrust. A soft, open moan left Hinata’s lips. He found a steady rhythm—deep, deliberate strokes that let her feel every inch. Her body gradually relaxed around him, growing wetter and greedier. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room each time he sank into her.

Hinata’s hands moved over his back, his shoulders, and the nape of his neck. When he angled his hips and drove deeper, she cried out, her legs tightening around him. Mihawk kissed her again, swallowing her next moan as his tongue slid against hers in time with the roll of his hips.

He kept his pace unhurried at first, watching every flicker of pleasure cross her face. When her breathing grew short and her inner walls began to flutter, he reached between them and stroked her clit with his thumb. Hinata shattered a second time with a broken gasp of his name, her body clamping down hard around his cock.

The rhythmic contractions pulled him closer to the edge. Mihawk’s control began to fray. He thrust harder and deeper, chasing the tight heat of her body. Hinata clung to him, meeting each stroke as best she could, her soft cries spilling freely now.

“Mihawk—”

He buried himself to the root and came with a low, rough groan, pulsing deep inside her. The heat of his release drew another small tremor from Hinata’s body. For several long heartbeats, they remained locked together, breathing hard, their skin damp where they touched.

Mihawk eventually eased out and settled beside her, gathering her against his chest. Hinata rested her cheek over his heart, her fingers tracing idle patterns across his skin.

His body still wanted more, but he made no move to continue. This had been Hinata’s first time, and given his size, asking more of her tonight would only leave her sore.

He knew she would agree if he asked, no matter how uncomfortable she was, and that was exactly why he wouldn’t.

There was no hurry—they would have plenty of nights after this. He would never put his own lust before her comfort.

Silence stretched between them, comfortable and warm.

After a while, she lifted her head just enough to look at him. Her eyes were soft and a little dazed, but clear.

“I love you, Mihawk-kun,” she said simply.

Mihawk brushed the damp hair from her forehead and pressed a kiss there.

“I love you too, Hinata.”

Hinata smiled—small, shy, and completely content—before settling back against him.

Outside, the night remained quiet. Inside the villa, after waiting so long, they finally rested together in the aftermath of something new and irreversible.