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Chapter 5

Word count: 8.4k

Warnings: Fingering f!receiving, Suicide, abusive father figure, crude language, unprotected intercourse (wrap it and then tap it)

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A/N: I hope you guys love this chapter as much as I do. Thank you to @gretavanfleetposts for correcting my illiterate ass, and to @mamavanheat and @gretasmokerising for the stream of support

He was slow and patient as the warmth of his lips pressed delicately upon your calf. So many nights you had slept in his bed, and so many nights you’d kick the blanket from your legs to cool off your overheated body.

Things had changed since then though, and now Jake had a confidence on his shoulders that wasn’t there before. He had seen you, tasted your vulnerability, and now he was certain that with you, he was safe to do as he pleased.

So one more kiss was placed upon your skin, his fingers beautifully tracing up your calf where he had already left his trail.

In your sleep you shuffled around, subconsciously aware of Jake’s touches. With your eyes still closed tightly, a hum escaped your lips.

“Captain?” you murmured out, finally opening your eyes to stare down at him. Behind one of his ears rested the hair he had tucked away, while the other side flowed freely, tickling your skin.

He smelled wonderful, a cologne heavy of musk. There were notes of patchouli and rum, though the latter could be coming from his breath.

“Good morning, Treasure.” He hummed against your thigh. “Ships about to board a nearby town soon. We be running low on supplies, so I thought I’d wake you.” He sank his teeth into your skin playfully, a soft giggle escaping you as a result.

“I am sad you had to interrupt such a wonderful dream… but I will be happy to adventure in a new town.” You stretched your arms upward, allowing your back to straighten out and pop softly.

Jake looked up at you with a smirk across his cheek, “you can’t go around talking about dreams without dealing out the details.” His thumb gently massaged your hip bone.

“Well,” you began, sitting up on your elbows to look down at the man.“I must say it was rather risqué, it involved a bit of intimacy with a greedy pirate.”

“Was it Flynn?” he teased, letting his fingers leave your hip to inch up to your waist. “I’ll kill him just for infiltrating your mind in such filthy ways.”

“Try again.” Your chest worked harder to take a full breath as his hand grew closer to your breasts.

“I know if the dreams were of Lou you’d be waking up screaming in fear.” Jake had now lifted your nightgown up to your shoulders, holding it in a bunch with his hand. He squeezed the fabric hard enough you could see the peaks and valleys within his fingers .

It was now that the many scars showed themselves to you. Some gouged in deeper than others. Some in straight lines while others in perfect circles. All of them had healed white and raised and all of them had stories of their own.

Jake grazed his teeth across your nipple, letting the tip of his tongue follow behind. You gasped at the sensation. “I’d speak his name but I know he’d get offended.”

“And if he gave you permission to say it?” He spoke while kissing up your neck. “Would you tell me then?” Jake’s hand, still at your hip, lowered down to rub gently against your core.

“Oh, God.” you whimpered, pushing down into his hand.

“I don’t think that’s the right name, Treasure… But if you’d like to call me by that… I won’t be bothered.” He continued to move against your clit, making small, gentle circles with just enough pressure to please.

There was a softness in your voice, a hesitance as his name inched its way up your throat. There was a lot to learn upon the ship and one of those things was to never address him as anything other than Captain.

The quiver in your voice was thick as you spoke the subtle “Jake…” His name slipped past your parted lips, coating them with a saccharine film.

Like freshly harvested honey dripping into a warm cup of tea, the taste of his name swirled around enveloping you with an impeccable warmth.

You were so lost in the corners of your mind you had failed to realize Jake had grown still. The only movement was of his chest, as each of his breaths flowed across your cheek. “Say it again.”

Jake had been built of stone, with every event in his life adding a new layer on top of the last. Every failed relationship, every ruse led to another stone being added to the wall. He had handed you the chisel—gave you permission to wield the one item that could chip away at his past.

“Jake…” the name slipped from your lips with greater confidence. “I didn't want you to stop…”

“You didn’t?” His coo flowed against your skin, once delicate it raised in goosebumps at his beckoning, “So I should continue?”

Feeling the pulse of your neck press against his lips wasn’t enough for Jake, so he let his tongue glide across the artery. Each and every pulse transferring directly to his mouth. You were void of words, and could only nod as a plea.

“Aye. Give me your words, Treasure.” Without needing to see him, you could feel his grin grow as he patiently waited for your response.

There was no hesitance in your voice as you finally let out a, “Please. Jake, please keep going.” His hand took your breath away as he placed it back down on top of your ever so sensitive and desperate clit and picked back up to those same circular motions you had grown comfortable with minutes ago.

It was then that he maneuvered to the side and allowed for his lips to sink down into yours. The last time you felt them in this manner was just a day ago and you seemed to crave him — needed him as though you were already addicted.

“Cap’n we be ready ta throw the anchor soon!” The voice slashed through the mood with the sharpest of blades as it came bellowing from outside the quarter doors.

Jake’s hand flinched at the call, pulling away from your core and leaving you barren. The lack of his touch brought a whine to the surface, a pitiful and anguished whine. To find a glimpse of relief your knees pulled together, thighs rubbing back and forth as you rubbed your feet against the comforter.

The friction of your legs had no power over Jake’s touch, and the realization of that moment caused disappointment to sink deep within your gut.

The sight of you so needy had the fingers within the Captain's hand curling into a fist just for the sake of self control. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and continue where he left off, but he knew the crew would rampage the town without guidance.

So without a second thought, he leaned back down to hover beside your ear. “The desperation is charming,” his voice rumbled from low in his throat, “but the best has yet to come.”

As he stood from the bed his eyes remained locked upon your exposed skin, scanning over every inch of your body as if he’d forget what you looked like as soon as you were wearing everyday clothing once more.

Cautiously and with intent, he brought his fingers to his lips and let the two hard workers slip between them. He savored you, savored this moment and with a content and all knowing hum, he pulled those fingers back out. All the while his gaze never migrated away from you. He wanted you to watch, wanted you to know that just the essence of you was enough to earn vocal satisfaction.

Jake threw on his best for the occasion. First, the Maroon button up shirt — in which he always forgot the top few buttons to allow his medallions to shimmer in the sun. Next, black trousers that hugged his thighs in a sinfully demanding manner. Your favorite however, was the coat he tossed on top of it all. It was deep and rich with black through the fibers, yet silver buttons ran one by one down the side.

“Maybe I should stay back… I don’t want to be associated with thievery and nonsense.” You chirped from behind, staring at the wardrobe that allowed your yellow dress to rest peacefully inside.

“Oh sweetheart. The moment your lips touched mine, you were associated with thievery and nonsense.” He spun in your direction, the tail of his coat following shortly behind. “Now put the dress on, and I can assure you I’ll be on my most neutral behavior.”

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All eyes were on you as you walked alongside the pirates across the rickety deck that led into town. Their heads turned slowly as you left their initial line of view. Many leaned over to whisper to their companion about the sight before them, but regardless of the soft words spoken no one would dare to say them loudly.

A wooden pole with carved arrows sat before you. Many pointing in a plethora of directions, all labeled accordingly. “The market is left if it’s food we’re in search of.” You spoke shyly.

“Aye. I reckon we split ways. Some o' ye grab food, others grab rum, the remainin' find ammunition 'n the lady and I will scour the village fer anythin' else needed.” Just like that Jake was back to his regular self. You assumed he spoke in this way around the crew to hold their trust, but you itched to ask why he dropped the ruse once he was beside you.

The men scattered, kicking up dust as they scurried along like rats desperate for a piece of grain. You and Jake were alone once more, or as alone as you could be in such a lovely town.

Elders walked around without shame, carrying carts behind them filled with produce locally grown. Kids giggled and played as they tossed around large pebbles, hoping it wouldn’t reach the ground before they got to it.

It was nice to have your feet back upon solid land and while the waves of the ocean never bothered you, remaining still was a wonderful refresher.

“I think my Treasure should get a weapon of her own, what do you reckon?” Jake broke the silence between the two of you, looking over to watch your reaction cautiously.

“I would love to, but unfortunately all of my money was left at home. Almost as if I didn’t have enough time to go grab supplies before boarding your ship.” The teasing wasn’t expected of you, and the hardy chuckle that came from Jake also wasn't expected.

He turned on his heel to be facing directly in front of you. “I say we test how good of a pirate you truly are. One that doesn’t need money to get what they want,” he smirked.

The volume of your voice lowered to a hushed whisper. “Jacob, are you insinuating I steal from a hard working blacksmith who has dedicated his life to the craft?”

“Jacob?” His hand raised to grasp your chin, “I give you an apple and you take the orchard… Now if only you’d do that with all this loot around you.”

The warmth of his skin radiated down your neck and into your sides, you never wanted him to let go but he did. “I…I shall try it once and if I get caught you will take the fall for this.”

Your compliance was enough to craft a genuine smile from the Captain's face, and he just turned away from you in guidance. “The fall will always be on me when it comes to your doings.”

A rush of blood swam to your cheeks at his statement, your skin growing hotter to the touch. You followed Jake from behind, mesmerized by the way his coat flowed behind his steps.

Children stopped in their tracks to stare you down, only hearing stories about pirates and their adventures. You reached forward to sneak into one of Jake’s pockets, making him stand still with curiosity.

He didn’t dare stop you, only watched as you pulled out a small golden coin and tossed it over to the children. They giggled and shoved one another until finally the smallest little girl picked it up and held it between her fingers proudly.

“No way!” One of the boys called out, “can I touch it?” You couldn’t help but to hide the smile their satisfaction gifted you. In return Jake’s lip curled up into a grin, watching your amusement.

“No more of that. I can’t let you get rid of all my earnings, now can I?” He pulled you up to his side so you were no longer trailing behind.

“I was only practicing for when it’s time to grab the weapon,” you teased, engulfing yourself in the warmth of his arm wrapped around your lower back.

He let out one hearty laugh, “if that is your attempt at thievery then I am certainly in trouble.”

Anxiety swirled in your stomach as the two of you approached the wooden steps of the blacksmith shop. Just from outside the door you could feel the warmth of the molten metal that laid inside.

“I have an idea,” you whispered, leaning down to untie one of your boots, allowing the string to hang down and glide upon the floor.

As you opened the door the sound of metal scraping flowed past the gap as it sharpened against the rough block. “Well good morning my lady!” a deep voice bellowed from inside.

Jake stayed behind, arms crossed over his chest and foot softly tapping against the crushed gravel below.

“Goodmorning!” you responded. “Might you be of help to me?”

“Well of course. It would be a disservice if I let a little lady like yourself wander a man’s shop aimlessly.” Strike one. You didn’t feel so bad about stealing from him all of a sudden, though a sliver of guilt still weighed on your heart.

With a faux smile you answered, “Oh of course. I wouldn’t have had a clue on where to even begin!” Your fingers traced across a few of the daggers laying on a table rather low to the ground, one standing out above the rest.

The handle was wrapped in jet black leather, tight and with a few divots for your fingers to sink into. If you had to guess the shine of the metal dagger stretched twelve inches long. Every inch was accustomed with sharp peaks on one side, making it partially serrated and more effective.

But it was the metal adornments on the handle that drew you in. On both sides outstretched a golden embossed gillion, carved with branches running deep into the metal. The tip of the handle had a sparrow, wings out and prepared for flight.

“Now to better aid you. Are you looking for your husband?” His eyes ran up and down your dress “a brother perhaps?”

Strike two. God, now you were eager to steal the damn thing. “Oh, it’s for my uncle,” you chirped as you pretended to look around at other options. “He has taken a liking to daggers so I thought I’d come out to the best blacksmith in town and see what he had to offer.”

He was such a damn sucker. With cheeks as red as molten iron he let out a nervous laugh. Once again he looked you over, his eyes meeting with your untied bootlace.

“My lady, it looks as though you may need some assistance with your boot. Here, let me be of hand to you.” He knelt down, propping your foot upon his thigh to begin tying the knot in the lace.

As he worked, rather slowly you might add, you reached over and grabbed that one of a kind dagger. Carefully, you inched the back of your dress up until you could slide the blade right between your skin and your garter belt.

Your shoe had been laced but he sat there, pretending to fix the knot as he stared upon your calf. Eventually you felt his hand brush against your skin, raising up towards your knee.

“Absolutely not!” The tone was abrupt and lost all politeness you had used as a mask earlier. “Do not taint my skin with your grimy calloused hands.” One firm kick of your freshly knotted boot was all it took to send the man tumbling to his back.

You made a swift exit, before he even could attempt to get up off the ground. While exiting, Jake peeked in through the door to get a glimpse of the ruckus you caused, laughing at the man only now getting to his feet.

“Did you get one?” His eyes scanned your hands carefully, almost looking disappointed by the lack of stolen goods.

Now that you were the one leading the line, you simply adjusted your skirt and raised it up high enough that Jake could only see the tip of the dagger shining against your skin.

“Hmm. Thatta girl.” The low and gravelly voice flowed across the back of your neck, and though he was a few paces behind you, it felt as though his words came from right against your ear.

Just as quickly as they came, they disappeared to only be replaced with the echo of music in the distance. The lute played in a major key, encouraging people to huddle around with shimmering smiles and genuine giggles. Not one note seemed misplaced.

“Shall we go celebrate?” You reached back, and Jake took your hand in his. “I think impressing the Captain deserves a celebration.”

“If that’s what it takes to get a celebration from me, consider every moment with you a celebratory event.” They were gentle as those words emerged from him, flowing out and around you to swirl around your skull. It was as though the words formed a key that unlocked a flood of emotions and questions from within. A hurdle for another time, you’d think to yourself.

The town square was flourishing with life and love as every generation gathered around to enjoy the gift of music. Kids screaming with excitement only became one with the score as their noises turned into the chorus. Elderly couples danced to a different beat but nonetheless enjoyed themselves entirely.

That was something you missed, the humanity of it all. Watching others live their lives in peace without worry of what tomorrow would bring.

“Shall we join them?” The words cut through your thoughts, and when you spun your head around you were met with Jake’s hand outstretched towards you. The multitude of rings glistening in the sun of the afternoon.

This wasn’t the same man you had met, he was gentle and kind and wasn’t as dangerous as many made his name out to seem. He cared for you. Deeply, truly, cared. Jake hadn’t been one to open himself to others, hell it’s been years since he’s made a genuine connection to someone.

But you, as cliche as it all sounded, you were the key. It was your bravery that impressed him. Your boldness that tested him. Your courage to open your heart to someone with such a reputation, that allowed him to follow in your footsteps. He may have been the Captain of the ship but you were the one setting sail through his ethos.

“Of course, Captain,” you murmured, taking his warm calloused hand within yours.

“Jake” he corrected, pulling you in close at a speed that forced a gasp from your lungs.

“I can’t believe you waited until I got used to calling you by your title, before letting me finally call you by your name.” The two of you swayed in rhythm as you spoke.

“But doesn’t it just feel so much better knowing you earned it?” Earned it. You earned the trust of the man who had kidnapped you. An oxymoron you would never quite understand yourself, and although it was unusual it was true. A part of you had always wanted his trust. Perhaps that is why you refused to let the guards know of his ship approaching the shore.

The way the two of you swayed in unison was unlike any other dance you had experienced. While he led you he wasn’t forceful with his movements, he wasn’t demanding you step exactly where he wanted you to. Jake felt where your body wanted to go and simply listened, leading the way that the two of you both felt was comfortable. A chemistry hard to find within a dancing partner.

In the distance the crewmen were finishing up their tasks. Some carried sacks of produce over their shoulder while others rolled some barrels of rum out the back door of the bar hoping no one would notice.

The music wasn’t just alluring to you and Jake, but to them as well. “Well I’ll be black spotted. Ye weren’t lying aft all.” One of the crewmen uttered in total shock.

“Do ye know how easy 'twill be ta get wha' we wants now? All we 'ave ta do is threaten the wee beauty 'n everythin' be ours.” Lou chimed in, setting his sack full of stolen vegetables down. “We load up the ship 'n give the Cap'n a piece o' our minds, says I.”

All of the men nodded in agreement, befuddled by the way their Captain allowed you to rest your head upon his chest as you swayed together slowly.

They scurried off, taking their goods with them intent on returning later empty handed.

Music that once flowed in rhythm became drowned out by a thick stampede of marching. The clacking of horse hooves stood out as they echoed through the dirt roads, clouds of brown dust swirling up from each stomp.

That all came to a halt once they reached the town square. Men in tight white pants sat high on their horses, their squared off shoes situated right in the stirrups.

They were all too familiar to you, with their blue long coats buttoned up down the middle with long golden buttons. Jake had his hand wrapped firmly around the handle of his sword, scowling at the men now sitting before the two of you.

“No need for the weapon, thief.” The man spoke from above, staring down at the two of you. “Your sword will do no good against gunpowder.”

There wasn’t a response, although you fully expected one. Jake knew they were right but instead of speaking he took a step in front of you.

“We have orders from your father to return you home safely, and arrest this criminal.” He smiled down at you, “You are safe now.” Guards came from around him, grabbing Jake tightly by the arms. He didn’t flinch, not a single muscle fought against the men as they yanked him around expecting a battle.

“Unhand him immediately.” Your voice was stern, laced with bravery.

Another set of hooves came in from the distance, this figure was recognizable to you even though he were just a blur. Your father.

When the guards didn’t back down you shoved against one of them rather aggressively, knocking him from his stance and sending him a few paces backwards.

The crowd around you gasped as they whispered to one another in an attempt to learn more. The children from earlier all watched in anticipation with their fingernails between their teeth.

It was the only idea you could think of and as your hand reached to your garter to pull the blade from its resting place you knew if you followed through you would never be forgiven. So despite it all, you pulled that blade up and pressed it firmly against the guard's jugular.

Every other guard raised their musket at you, fingers close to the trigger. “Nonsense! Put your weapons down, NOW.” The deep voice bellowed from behind. “Daughter, put the knife down. You’ve gone through so much; we’re only trying to help you get home.”

Your hand didn’t even move an inch away from the guard, who was now sweating bullets down his cheeks. “Every day I lived in the shadow of who you wanted me to be. A spitting image of my mother. You put me in this box wishing I would be just like her, so you could have a glimpse of her when you looked at me. Father that isn’t me. I’m not mother and no one will ever be her.”

Jake glanced over at you now, his arms still held tightly in place. You couldn’t dare look at him, as the tears welled up in the corner of your eyes.

“I have never been enough for you.” The tone of your voice swelled with anger.

“Oh stop with that, you are enough.” With a roll of his eyes your father answered, giving you very little for such a statement. “How dare you spit on her grave by sailing upon the very thing that took her life.”

“I am tired of living in fear, father. The leviathan killed my mother, not the water, and if I dare come in contact with the beast it will be no more. When will you believe me?” You pressed the blade deeper into the guard's throat, feeling it begin to slice into his skin.

Your fathers face grew red from your defiance his voice booming in the quiet town square, “Quiet! You are delusional and always will be. Now I have tolerated your obsession with these monsters for long enough. You are coming home with me and if you choose to stay with the criminal, you will no longer be my kin.”

“I will not allow you to silence me any more!.” Your jaw clenched as you screamed against the guards ears. “You fear me being alone because you fear I’ll learn my worth. The Captain has done nothing but show me that I am deserving. I am not delusional, and I do not care if you see me as your child.”

Even Jake’s eyes grew wider at your release of anger, like a rubber band snapping. He had yet to see this side of you and, although it was unexpected, it was not unwelcome.

“Very well.” His face flattened in defeat as his sorrowful eyes looked you over. You were no longer his child, you were no longer anything to him. Pulling on the reins to signal to his horse to begin to turn he made sure to get the last word in, “I’ve lost my wife, I can lose my daughter too… Release them.”

Jake was shoved to the ground, and in response you released the guard under your arm to go run to him. Though the tears would no longer be held back, you showed your face to him.

“Go to the woods, Treasure.” He murmured under his breath, “I will meet you there within the hour.”

“Do not do anything to them…” That was the humanity Jake admired in you, and although he didn’t intend to harm them, your compassion for someone who had just wronged you spoke volumes.

He lifted his hand to wipe away one of your tears. “Your wish is my command. However, I still have some things to tend to before setting sail. You go take a moment in the woods to collect yourself. Remember, the sea swallows you whole when you’re vulnerable.” Jake then leaned up to press a delicate kiss against your cheek.

There was an awkward silence as everyone’s eyes remained locked on you, but as the guards galloped out of town the music slowly began to swell once more. As if nothing happened everyone began chatting loudly, and some couples even went straight back to dancing hand in hand.

It took a few breaths but you collected yourself enough to walk into the woods, the music turning into soft background noise as you traversed the terrain. Soon the songs of the birds were chirping beside your ear as they darted back and forth. Finally, you breathed. Feeling the fresh air alleviate some of the tension that you were holding within yourself.

Even in your peaceful state the topic of your mother remained still in your thoughts. You sat upon a log, looking out at the water in the distance.

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“Goodnight mama! I love you,” your little voice squeaked out as she kissed your forehead oh so sweetly.

“Goodnight my angel.” She whispered, tucking you in tightly before leaving the room with just a single candle flickering beside the door.

With a house by the water the reflection of the moonlight always shined brightly in your bedroom window, however the added candlelight was a bonus, and great for keeping the shadows away.

Only tonight was different, an orange hue shined through your window, one you were unfamiliar with. So you carefully threw the covers to the side and tiptoed over to the window, kneeling down to stay hidden.

Your mother and father stood outside beside one another and while you couldn’t hear the words being spoken, you knew by your mothers body language she was upset.

Then you heard something, a loud crack from your fathers hand against her cheek. She spiraled to the ground of the wooden dock they stood upon, and soon your mother was left alone as your father reentered the home.

The water began to swirl, pushing forward with more force than any wave you had ever seen. In the distance a creature with the body of a snake swam through the water, humps of its spine showing with every swish of its tail.

It grew closer, and your mother could see it clearly. There had been rumors of wild waters spreading, and no one seemed to know why the waves had grown so violent at night recently. The answer was right before you as the creature got closer and closer with every single blink.

Your mom began to walk out to the edge of the dock, her steps slow but with meaning. When her toes hung over the edge she stretched her arms out wide, and looked back at your bedroom window.

She stared at you, making direct eye contact before blowing you a kiss. At that moment a dragon-like head appeared from the water, opening its mouth to show its two giant fangs. In a matter of seconds she was gone. Swallowed whole by the beast before being taken to the sea forever.

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You were broken from your memories when you could hear familiar voices in the distance. You brushed off a few bugs that had found home within your lap and stood to walk towards those noises.

“—gettin’ comfortable wit’ yer Treasure ain’t ye?” Lou spoke, taking a step towards Jake with the others close behind.

Jake was in a defensive position, arms crossed over his stomach, back perfectly straight, and he didn’t dare waver or stumble as he listened to his crew's complaints.

“Ye be dancin’,” he stepped closer to Jake, looking up at him. “Touchin’ ye Treasure in em’ quarters…”

“Aye were her deck cargo saggin down to the docks?” one laughed out, grabbing his breasts and jumping side to side.

Instead of honoring your name with violence, Jake continued to stay still. You could catch a glimpse of his face, and all that stood out was a smirk spread across it.

Another one chimed in, pretending to stroke his penis while sending out a string of crude words that mocked your honor.

“Ye be fools.” Jake laughed out, watching as the men all began to moan in unison as a way to poke fun at the relationship. Some bent over, pretending to take it from the back in a way to mock you. “I care not for that lass. But thar be only one thing that makes a strumpet stay. Love.”

All of the men straightened up, eyebrows furrowed deeply as their plans slowly unraveled with his words. “What-“ Lou began, looking sheepishly towards the other crew members.

“Yer gold be in her hands. Do ya wish for her to leave?” With a deeper voice he spoke, controlling the crowd. “And ye believe I would not do whatever to make the lass stay? Fools.” He shook his head in disappointment.

“Well I— I guess not Cap’n.” The small one tried to back track by laughing, throwing his hand out as though all of this were just one big joke.

“Ain’t nothing be funny about this. Lou.” Now he was angry, and he took steps to follow him only to grab him by the shirt. “This be yer last shot, lazy-eye. If I ought to put ye in yer place once more, it will be with your headless body floating on the waters.”

Everyone else stood still like a child guilty of wrecking the home. Like an animal that got caught stealing a loaf of bread. They all were guilty, all humiliated, all wrong.

“I care not for that beast hunter.” Jake pushed further, his words sending your hands up to cover your mouth. Angry tears rolled down your cheek as each and every word played over and over again.

Your body shook, thighs threatening to release the hold it had on your torso. Your world was spinning and you weren’t sure if it were just you or the land.

Stumbling back the trees were the only thing holding you upright as you pushed your body weight into the bark. You had already cried enough tears, your cheeks dried from the heat radiating from them.

You leaned against a tree, hand grabbing hold of the dagger you had stolen. Because of him. You broke your morals for him. You left your family for him, chose him. And it was all a ruse. You had been played, he never cared for you in the way he showed. You had given your body to him and him alone, only him.

“Still upset about your father, Treasure?” He whispered from behind, startling you but you tried your best to hold it together. “There is no need to mourn such a horrid man.”

“Oh, no. I’m not upset about my father at all.” You spoke, teeth clenched tight enough to crush them. “I care not… for that beast hunter.” You mimicked his words, knowing he expected a different ending to that sentence.

“How much did you hear?” Jake’s face dropped, his whole body went numb once he realized you had been there the entire time, listening to the way he spoke of you.

You slowly turned in his direction, the handle of the dagger cutting into your flesh with the tightness of your grip. How a day could go from such extremes was beyond you, but as you stood there now staring into his eyes they were different from the ones you had seen before. The truth was out.

“All of it. Every. Last. Word.” Each pause allowed you to take a step closer towards Jake. “They mocked me, and you did nothing but dismiss me like I was scum.”

You threw your arm forward, only for your wrist to be caught by his hand. “You do not know the context.” He pleaded, trying his best to lock his eyes onto yours but you were refusing to give him that satisfaction.

“Out of all the beasts I’ve encountered on our voyage…” you leaned in close so your face was mere inches from his, your arm still being held up by his hand. “The most atrocious one so far has been you.”

He took a step back, mouth hung ajar in a place of sorrow. “Treasure… you have it wrong.”

“Oh so NOW I’m wrong by you too? As if I didn’t hear the words coming directly from your mouth. As if I didn’t see them mocking me and you standing there smirking at it! Amused by it!” You ripped your arm from his hands, stumbling backwards.

A few more steps back and a tree is what stopped your movements, this whole time Jake followed after you. “What you missed... was them threatening your life, in order to harm me.”

Jake reached his arm up to press his palm into the bark of the tree, a few pieces breaking off on your dress. “They know you’re my weakness.” He brought his other hand up to softly caress your cheek.

In an attempt to move your head out of the way, you just failed and turned your face to the side. “Bullshit.”

“If I have a weakness they have a vantage point… If they knew hurting you would hurt me, they wouldn’t hesitate to do it.” Jake tried his best to speak softly, his voice seemingly genuine as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I am fully capable of my own protection, Captain… and you are aware of that.” The words were your attempt to disprove his argument. “How do I know you are speaking the truth to me?”

Gears began turning within his head, thinking of the best way to prove to you his loyalty. The idea came to him faster than he imagined; the truth. “The medallion was my brothers,” he whispered. “The blood on the medallion is his.”

Your heart felt heavier suddenly, hearing the vulnerability he spoke of in an attempt to soothe your concerns. “The eighth sea doesn’t just hold all the gold someone could want, but it holds the stone of rebirth. If I were to place this medallion upon the stone and speak an incantation… I can bring my brother back to me.”

“Jake…” you began, finally turning your head to stare into his eyes welling with tears.

“They think we’re in this for the money, but I couldn’t give less of a damn about it. I want my brother back, I need him back. I’ve been on these treacherous waters for him. I gave up my life for this.” He hiccuped during the last sentence, the tear finally falling down his cheek.

His honesty didn’t go unappreciated, explaining a multitude of things all at once. “I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

“It’s fair to have doubted me… I just don’t think I can handle losing someone else I care about in the same way I lost my brother. I will do anything to protect you, even if it means entertaining those bastards.”

The humbleness in his words helped ease your anxiety, and a bout of guilt grew in your stomach for having ever second guessed him. It was more of an apology when you pressed your lips against his, appreciating the deepness he reciprocated. As if a mutual understanding that things were calm once more and he knew in that moment you believed him. All of that anger, that feeling of betrayal, released through your body at the warmth he gave you. God you needed him closer, craved him to be by you.

The weight of his body pressed against your torso, leaving the tree behind you as the only way to hold yourself upright. “You have been the saving grace of this voyage… Not for the knowledge you bring but for the humanity you’ve reminded me of,” Jake murmured against your skin.

The string of words wrapped themselves snug against your heart, knowing the horrors he had seen and had to do just for the sake of reuniting with his brother. Through it all you were the one that grounded him back to reality. It was you who reminded him of who he was. The tips of your fingers snaked their way through his locks of hair until you were finally pressing your hand upon the back of his scalp, pushing him deeper into the kiss. You couldn’t breathe because he was so close and quite frankly you didn’t want to.

The heat of the sun began to cool as the clouds of night began to come into frame, the cool breeze of the high tide finally blowing up the hill and towards where you two stood by the trees.

His hand trembled as it traced over your side and down to your hips. Although he had seen and felt your body before the vulnerability that preceded the touching had Jake cautious about his every move.

“Jake, if I find out you’re lying to me, you will regret it.” The not so playful whisper surrounded him, his head nodding silent in acknowledgement.

“I would never lie to you, and I never have… but them, I have no morals with.” His hips moved forward to press against yours, fully enjoying the warmth he could feel spreading from between your thighs.

Leaning forward, his tongue danced with yours as he reconnected his pushed forward into a kiss that filled your veins with flutters. The anger you had held subsided with his words, leaving behind a desire to have him completely.

The sound of your combined breaths turned into such a beautiful melody as it slowly morphed into whimpers and hums of desperation. He felt like home, as if your whole life was leading up to your time with him. You were shocked with the speed at which your soul forgave him, knowing that deep down inside he was an honest man, although his occupation said otherwise.

With shaky fingers, Jake lifted your dress with his free hand, pulling it up while being mindful of your body language. He wanted you to want this, want him. He needed you to need him.

Not once did you tell him to stop as he pulled down your panties, bringing them past your thighs until they fell upon the dirt below. There was a carnal need for him, to reward his vulnerability by finally giving him what the both of you had held back on for all this time. Out in the wilderness wasnt how you expected your first time to occur, but it was natural and so filled with longing it just felt like the only way it should be happening.

Tenderly, he guided his hand to find the warmth between your thighs, teasing delicately around the area he knew you wanted touched the most. Warm tingles took over your stomach when his fingers finally found your clit, pushing against it with minimal pressure. Jake broke the kiss to lean his head against yours and look downwards at his actions, taking every glimpse of your skin for his memory.

His breathing staggered when he realized how wet you were for him, how needy and desperate your body was for his touch. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, taking in the feeling of how soft you felt against his fingers.

“Jake…” you whined, leaning down to press kisses against his neck. Nothing in the world could compare to the feeling he blessed you with. “I need you, I need more. Please.”

He swallowed thickly at your plea for more, knowing that he was also in that same headspace as you, yet too cautious to openly admit it first. He had desired you for weeks, dreamt about being able to finally have you in such an intimate manner.

The sun was quickly setting, leaving a purplish orange huge across the sky. The clouds grew pink as the light shined through, that color reflecting off of your skin like a spotlight. The birds around you chirped their calls before bed, letting the other birds know they were all safe to sleep for the night. At the end of the day, you were a part of nature. The relationship itself was so natural.

Jake couldn’t take the yearning much longer. He leaned down and took your thighs into his hands to lift you up and against the tree. You let out a playful yelp of surprise at the sudden change, but the new position left you aligned perfectly with his bulge so desperate for you.

You reached down, moving to undo the buttons of his pants, finally allowing his erection to breathe freely. Your hand gripped upon his length, slowly stroking it but focusing more on the head as your thumb rubbed across the tip.

He was so wet for you, so needy and willing. You could feel the pulse of his cock against your palm as his pre-cum soaked your skin. Your breath shuttered in surprise by the way he was already moaning at your touch, his forehead falling against your shoulder as you continued to work your hand around his cock.

You were in control, aligning the head to your entrance but you weren’t quite ready yet. Instead, you slowly let the tip glide back and forth across your needy slit, the wetness of desire from you mixing with his. The pressure alone had your breath growing heavier, a need to breathe through your mouth arose as your nose just wasn’t bringing in the air your lungs required anymore.

“Treasure, please…” Jake begged, doe-eyed and desperate.

He asked so kindly it was a shame you had even teased him. You finally aligned him with your entrance, and sank down upon his dick. It filled you more than you anticipated, leaving no empty space as it worked its way up your starving cunt. You could feel him on every inch of your skin as he continued to sink down inside of you.

The connection was everything you could have asked for, everything you’ve ever wanted. It was the solidification you needed to fully let yourself go to him. This was it and you knew it. This was the moment you solidified yourself to him, to a life upon the sea. Growing up you only imagined yourself being vulnerable like this with one man and one man only. You knew that once you found someone to trust enough with your body, you would stick by his side through it all.

His cock twitched inside you, craving friction out of the stillness. Jake pressed his head into your shoulder as he pulled his hips back slowly before re-entering. “Oh fuck—“ he moaned out, followed with a heavy breath.

The feeling wasn’t anything you expected. It was better. The stretch was pleasant to you, feeling filled to the brim with his was the most intimate thing you’ve ever experienced before. Your bodies seemed to merge together as he moved his hips, gradually gaining a bit more speed as he rhythmically thrusted inside of you, your back bouncing against the tree with each and every movement. It was electric.

The sensation was too much for you to comprehend, and you gave yourself to it. You let it engulf you. The back of your head rested against the bark leaving your neck stretched out in the open.

At one point, he pulled out slowly to watch himself, and you were able to glance down at the sight below you. The only thing connecting the two of you was the head of his cock, the shaft glistening and nearly dripping with your juices before he slid it back within your warmth. You were radiating.

“I love you, Treasure.” Jake spoke through clenched teeth, fully letting himself go as the length of his cock fully submerged itself inside of you.

You knew the weight of those words, and you also were aware that you yourself had been feeling those words threatening to slip through your mouth. He felt amazing, this all felt otherworldly and you couldn’t hold back your emotions much longer. “I love you too, Jacob.”

Hearing his own name set his soul on fire and his whole body pressed against yours allowing him to thrust deeper inside of you to ensure he wasn't missing any of his length. With fingernails deep against your hips he pushed you down, the head of his cock only being stopped by your cervix as he tried so hard to persist through it.

It was as though he was drunk on the sensation of you clenched around him, like an insatiable drive for more when more didn’t exist. His hands ran up your stomach, transferring from skin to the fabric of your dress as he inched his way up your body.

Both of his hands were now on either side of your head, the only thing holding you up being the tree and his hips that were rolling at a rather delicious pace. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and glided past his cheek. His movements sent long strands of his hair forward into his wet chin, leaving the strains of hair stuck in little coils upon his skin.

You threw your hand up to grasp some of the bark of the tree, your head falling forward to press against the forehead of the desperate pirate. “You feel so damn amazing. So Perfect.” He grunted, never faltering his movements.

It was the rasp in his voice that sparked the fire within your core, every thrust adding fuel to that fire as he kept working hard to please you. Not once did his movements break pace, even when he lazily kissed against every piece of exposed skin.

“I think I’m going to—“ you started, having that warmth begin to take over your whole body. Jake took that to heart, keeping his pace steady to help guide you to your orgasm. He wanted to see your face scrunch when you released, wanted to hear the moans he crafted from your lips. He wanted to be overcome with your lust.

“Come on, give it to me Treasure. Give it to me now,” Jake demanded. And you did. Your legs wrapped around him fully as you lost control of the muscles in your body. With your back arched up off the tree, a string of moans slipped from your plump, kiss riddled lips until that fire finally died down to a small flame.

Hearing the gorgeous sounds that Jake crafted had him on the edge as well, working hard to keep a steady rhythm until he himself also spilled over into his orgasm. His body couldn’t get any closer to yours as he released inside of you, fully connecting himself with you and he wouldn’t have had it any other way. It was warm, and comforting as you grew full with the remanence of him.

The two of you sat still pressed up against the tree, refusing to let go of one another as he just pressed his head against your clothed chest.

“So are you prepared to protect yourself, Treasure?” Jake whispered, keeping his head pinned against your chest. “Because I’m ready to walk on that ship hand and hand with you.”

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I KNEW THIS CHAPTER WAS GONNA BE EVERYTHING I NEEDED

Chapter 4

Word count: 6.5k

Warnings: Graphic content, sexual content, oral (f!receiving), hand/blow job MINORS DO NOT ENTER

Masterpost

A/N: One week later than expected but you can blame the boys for that one. Once again, a huge thank you to @mamavanheat @gretavanfleetposts and @gretasmokerising

At dusk the smooth wind rolling off the waters always seemed to ease Jacob’s thoughts. He would gaze upon the sky and find the constellations he had found many seas over. When he was alone, he would admire the stars and just how many people have gawked upon the exact same ones.

Two days had gone by since the encounter with the Umibōzu and everything felt too calm for Jacob’s liking. Two days had gone by since he felt the warmth of your lips, another issue within itself.

While you slept in his bed he wouldn’t be so bold as to make any other advances towards you. Adding any more importance to your title would make you a greater target to the crew, already seeming to plot his demise. He just had to make it to the cavern within the eighth sea, he’d tell himself.

Sometimes when his urge to set aside those morals for you would take over, he’d sit beside the wheel of the ship and look out just as he was doing now.

It was his mistake, to go into his quarters while you were fast asleep. To glance too long at your exposed thigh illuminated only by candle light. He imagined that maybe your thigh felt as warm as the yellow hue exposing it to him.

How dare he become so infatuated with you by just a single kiss. To lose sight of all of his work because of the way you moved your hair from your rosy sun kissed cheeks.

He pressed the light brown ocarina molded from clay against his lips. Blowing softly into the airway of the instrument, he worked his fingers skillfully across the small tone holes littering the molded clay.

The ocarina was an instrument Jake had picked up during his ventures in Central America, having watched a little boy play it upon the dock as he was venturing the town. He felt serene and at peace when he would think about that child as he played, wishing he could have had just one moment in his life as seemingly peaceful as that.

The song that whistled from the stout instrument was certainly a shanty of sorts, but one Jacob had crafted himself in his free time. He would work in something a little different each time he played until it just flowed out as a long stream of consciousness. He never really landed on a song from start to finish, just played until he felt content once more.

He got lost within his song this time as he stared out at the sea. He let the whistles and hums intertwine with the ripples of the water to become one with the waves. When he began to think of you, his song slowed. The notes evolved into a smoother tone as he worked his way down the scale like a feather softly falling from side to side.

Jacob held his eyes shut as he got lost in the translation of turning your aura into a composition. Ensuring it was just as soft yet strong as you had proven yourself to be this far into the journey.

While the instrument had been stolen from the village, Jake had always thought about how it had been crafted. It was one of the objects he had guilt upon taking. He imagined the way an elder would carefully craft each hole to ensure it sang perfectly. He’d admire her patience as she waited for it to dry in the sun. To this day he wonders if he should return it, but he also knows he would miss a part of himself without it.

Alongside his tune, a faint hum could be heard in the distance. A hum so gentle it could easily be mistaken for the wind. That sound crescendoed over time, loud enough where Jake felt inclined to break his concentration.

He looked out upon the water and was greeted with a low fog that split in half as his ship cut through. Past the fog was a large black rock that protruded a few feet from the water.

There appeared to be someone in distress, with long hair cascading down the rock. They laid upon it, one leg dipped in the water while the other stayed dry. Jake squinted at the person before reaching into his pocket to pull out a brass telescope.

She was the essence of femininity, with her arm draped across her nude torso. He observed her as she ran her hand up her chest and carefully adjusted her breasts before peering over and into Jake’s direction. All the while she continued to hum, letting it grow louder to follow his piqued interest. Her voice echoed towards the ship, the tone hauntingly peaceful.

Jake placed his ocarina to his side, and pulled himself to his feet with a rogue rope.

“AYE! All hands on deck, we 'ave a lady overboard.” His call instantly awoke some of the sleeping crew, turning their snores into grunts.

Jake ran to the wheel of his ship spinning it rapidly towards her, ensuring he was lined up parallel to the rock. As the ship creaked and groaned to adjust, it eventually reached her side. The crew threw over a rope with knots tied every few feet.

Though she grasped the rope as intended, she continued to softly let her musical hums slip past her lips. The men worked to pull her up to the deck, inviting her aboard. Once she settled, the last note to her song was sung staring directly into the Captain’s eyes.

Her arm raised gracefully, allowing her to place her hand upon the Captain's cheek, and she slowly traced down his jaw with her fingertips. “Thank you…” Her voice was a whisper as delicate as her song.

Jake leaned in, enticed by her trance, and waved his hand to his crew. The crew looked upon her with the same doe eyed expression though they had been dismissed.

Up close she was flawless, with delicate and unblemished skin although she had been basking on that rock for an ungodly amount of time. There wasn’t a single knot within her head of hair, the salt of the ocean had yet to render it dry.

“Who are ye?” he questioned, looking over her exposed features.

Her finger slipped from his chin down to his torso, “I am a damsel in distress. One that you’ve rescued, and for that I owe my life.” Though she spoke softly, a secondary voice echoed behind her words. “I’m everything you desire…”

Jake’s gaze turned downwards upon her exposed breasts once more, and being caught in this action he pulled the shirt from his skin to place it upon hers. “Ye be shiverin’, take this.”

Confused, she took the cloth from his hands and placed it to her side.

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Still in bed you began to toss and turn as your pleasant dreams of living a life upon an island turned sour. You were alone and crafting shelter when the sunny skies began to darken. A storm was rolling in from out of nowhere, one that threatened the sanctuary you were calling home.

A flock of large, iridescent black birds swarmed into a tornado from above, one by one diving towards your face. You frantically covered yourself with your forearms, only to be scratched and ripped apart by their talons and beaks.

When you screamed, not a single noise came out. Instead, the birds began to hum in unison as they continued to poke and prod. You could nearly feel the burn of your flesh tearing, until they spotted a more desirable victim. Jacob. He had been on this island alongside you, and as he emerged from the forest with firewood in hand the birds adjusted their attack.

Startled awake, you threw yourself forward breathing heavily as you reminisced about the dream. The sheets were tangled within your fists and you manually had to relax each finger to let the fabric go.

The room was dim, and though the lack of light blurred your vision you couldn’t see Jake’s silhouette lurking around his quarters.

The remnant anxieties from your dream left you worried about the captain's whereabouts. Still dressed in your nightgown, you cracked open the doors to his quarters to peer out. You couldn’t see anything, but you could hear distant voices across the ship.

There was the voice of a woman you hadn’t heard yet, as you were the only woman aboard his ship. So, with curiosity spilling from your veins you ventured out further to get a look at what was going on.

Then you saw it, Jake leaning over her, shirtless, with his lips pressed between her breasts. He hovered there and made his way up her chest towards her neck. The woman tangled her hands within his hair, adjusting him so he was making his way up to her lips.

Her long fingernails scratched their way up his back and through the wind you heard a low hum coming from the Captain. She arched her back so her stomach was pressed to his, striving to be as close to him as possible. A sight you had never thought you’d hate to see.

You swore you didn’t make a sound, you would have even placed a bet upon your silence but somehow her head whipped away from Jake and towards you. From the distance you watched as her eyes pinned at you, her pupils growing smaller as she took in your figure.

Enchanted, Jake was ignorant to her change in mood. He continued to stare down in her direction with a smirk growing more lustful by the second.

The woman turned back to Jake, grabbing him by the cheeks to demand his attention. “You didn’t tell me there was a woman on board.” She hissed.

And though there was distance between you and them, you could still see the iridescence of small black feathers crawling up her forearm. Around her shoulder there was a larger cluster that seemed to expand and remain hidden below her back.

“She be a problem, my lady?” Jake responded, a darkness growing within him at her tone.

My lady. God the words stung harsher than you’d admit. Your teeth clenched at the sound of his voice for once, but you just stood there without a plan in mind.

As her hand caressed his cheek she began her hum once more, letting her arm fall as she did so to let her index finger point towards you. “Get her.”

Jake stood from her side and stared directly at you, his gaze deepening as his eyebrows sank low. He took a step forward, hand placed firmly against the handle of his sword. “Leave. Please.” He whispered, fighting the darkness clawing to the surface.

Refusing to listen you walked further up the stairs, empty handed with nothing but hope on your side. “Jacob stop!” you hollered, taking him by surprise hearing his name being yelled back at him. It had been the first time in years someone on his ship referred to him as something other than captain.

There was a hesitation that the siren didn’t take lightly. In order to recapture his attention she stood up from behind Jake, feathers now coating her breasts, and threw her arms out to the side. Behind her arms sprang open an enormous set of black iridescent wings. The tips of them were raggedy, used and beaten.

The wings flapped forward, blowing a massive stream of air in your direction that nearly knocked you down. A few more movements later and her feet were rising from the ground.

Staring at the Captain now, she let out a shrill that had you and only you covering your ears in pain. The rest of the men all seemed unbothered by her shriek. It was Jake that began walking towards you, pulling his sword from its scabbard.

Reality set in once his slow steps turned into a full blown sprint. You were quick to run back down the steps and into his quarters. There, all of his weapons lived safely inside a wooden chest.

You flung the lid open and rummaged through it until you found a bronze dagger. Jake’s shadow emerged from the bottom of the door and as he reached up to rattle the knob you slithered behind the door, hoping he would barge in.

It played out exactly how you had hoped. Jake threw himself past the doors, and against your judgment you slashed at him. The blade sank deep enough that the gash seeped onto the metal instantly. Wounded, he instinctively grasped his thigh and hissed in pain giving you enough time to sneak behind him and shut the door before he even registered what had happened.

As you held it at your side, the bronze dagger seemed to hold onto his blood. Not a single drop left the blade although you were jostling up the stairs carelessly.

“I thought women were to look out for one another!” you projected towards the siren who had lowered herself back onto the deck. Her long black toenails scraped against the wood as she sauntered up to you. Every step was elegant as she made her way past the useless crewmen who were busy swooning over her.

You stood there, dagger behind your back as she approached you. “It’s a shame,” the multitude of voices echoed from her, “thinking he’d ever desire you.”

The grip you had on the handle of the blade tightened once she came into range. “And is it not shameful you thrive off of the lust of man?”

With clenched teeth you went to make moves to stab her, but felt your wrist caught by the hand of another. Jake had finally circled back around and caught you seconds before you had her.

There was a wicked laugh the siren had bellowed, and it was the first noise that sent the crew men withering in pain.

“You see? There is no commitment within men. They are slaves to lust.”

It was then that you felt Jake’s breath against the back of your neck. “Shake your head if this be the real you.” The grip upon your wrist tightened.

You nodded your head slowly enough it was impossible for the siren to piece together. Instead she continued. “Not a single man on this earth would have the willpower to resist the urges inside. They are all the same. You are a fool for boarding their ship. They will never show you respect.”

Jake slowly loosened the grip he had against your wrist, “get her, Treasure,” he murmured, allowing you to lunge forward and slash a gash into her feathered arm.

She squawked at the sudden pain coursing through her body. Jake’s blood seeped into her wound, turning the skin around the cut a dark shade of gray. She released her wings and took flight again, moving a few feet away to toss another scream your way.

Strands of gray rushed through her veins as Jake’s blood worked its way into every crevice it could find. She thrashed and wailed around, spewing black from her lips as the blood of her own victim consumed her.

“How DARE you.” Her gargle echoed through the wind as she fell to the ground. The tips of her feathers shriveled into themselves as she sank further into herself on the deck.

There was electricity coursing through your own veins as you stared down at her. Your molars crushed upon themselves, your nose ever so slightly flared at the nostrils.

You lost sight of yourself seeing her before you. You saw the purple bruise of Jake’s lips upon her neck and the rage grew stronger. Jealousy fueling you, you approached her with the handle of the dagger gripped firmly. Not a single word slipped through your mouth as you sliced the tip of the blade across her throat. Her blood ran black down upon the ship, a spray of it coating your hands. Before when you killed someone, it left you in agony. This time, you felt relief.

“Throw the body overboard,” you demanded, the crew standing off to the side, flabbergasted. Jake included.

The men remained stationary, glancing between you and Jake as if needing assurance to follow your orders. “Do as she said,” the Captain confirmed.

There were too many thoughts swirling through your head. Too many emotions you didn’t want to feel. With every second your stomach churned and twisted into knots you wouldn’t be able to untangle alone.

You threw your shoulder into him as you passed by, knocking him a few steps back. It was impossible to admit you were furious.

The only thing you could think to do was to resort back to the quarters in which you came from. Your head felt light and a dizziness came over you as the swirl of envy weighed down your shoulders.

Breathing heavy, you moved to the dining table and gripped both sides of it with as much force as your fingers could apply. Your fingernails sank into the bottom of the wood, your eyes clenched shut.

And there they were. Warm tears streaming down your cheeks, leaving a glisten to your skin you had tried to hold back for so long. You had never felt like this before, you had never grappled with the claws of jealousy until now.

Seeing his lips on another’s skin was driving you mad. Every time you blinked you saw his head deep between her breasts. It was impossible to keep your eyes open, so your mind tortured you replaying the siren’s effects on Jacob.

A part of you had half the mind to go up to a crew member and lay one on them right there, just so he could feel what you felt. You knew how the siren worked, how they weaseled their way into the minds of men but regardless it stung.

A siren; a beautiful charming creature that beguiles men. They feed off of lustful desires to control their minds, manipulate what they see to their greatest dreams. Full mind manipulation, all to prove a point. To murder. The power of a whimsical hum could control a whole ship's worth of men.

And through it all, Jake somehow managed to break through.

Your breathing slowed as you allowed logic to calm your thoughts. Feed off of lustful desires. Make them see what they want to see. There was a realization within you that had you tilting your head to the side.

And then you heard it, the soft creaking of the heavy wooden door as it was pushed open. “Leave me alone,” you snapped.

Jake wasn’t one to always obey your commands, and this was the time of disobeying. “What was that display back there? In front of my crew.” He didn’t sound mad or disappointed. His voice was laced in curiosity, a poison that took down many.

Three soft clicks came next, yet he still seemed so far away. “I am tired of this,” you retaliated.

“Tired of assisting me?” Another soft click came from behind you. “Tired of the crew?” Another tap of the boot. “Tired of being aboard a ship and having everything given to you on a silver platter?”

“Not everything has been handed to me.” With your hands still gripping the table, you focused upon a slit within the wood. You remembered how that got there well.

Jake had been fidgeting with a dagger the day before, swinging it around his fingers as if it could do no harm to his skin. Though you would never admit it, you purposefully forgot to warn him ahead of time of your desire to change into the nightgown you wore now.

As the dress left your skin, Jake got lost staring between your shoulder blades. So lost in fact the blade slipped through and landed straight into the wood.

“What else is there you may need, my Treasure?” He was close enough now that you could feel the warmth radiating from his unclothed chest. He raised his hand to let the tips of his fingers travel down the side of your neck. “What else could I possibly give you?”

Feeling the touch upon your skin, you broke contact by turning around to face him and resting backwards against the table. “What did she make you see?” you quizzed.

With eyes of golden sunsets, he stared deep into your own. “What did the siren make me see?” He repeated back to you, buying himself a little more time to think of a proper answer.

“When you were… being intimate, what did she make you see?” You danced between his eyes and mouth, watching as his teeth sank softly into his plump bottom lip.

And in that moment it was pieced together for Jake. “Were you jealous of that feathered beast, Treasure?”

Ignoring his question you remained silent. Refusing to let honesty coat your tongue. Your silence planted the smallest smirk inside the corner of Jake’s lips. “Were. You. Jealous?” He pushed his knuckles against the table, holding himself up with one arm alone as you sank submissively below him.

“And if I dare answer honestly, what might come next? Ridicule?” you whispered from below him.

“If you answer honestly,” he began, lowering down further so his lips were close enough to yours yet far enough they didn’t touch as he continued, “you will receive my honesty in return.”

“Yes. I was jealous.” Your sheepish reply made Jake pull away to take in the sight of your vulnerability.

“And the siren made me believe she was you.”

Suddenly you thought back on those sites that tortured you moments ago. Only this time instead of him kissing up her breasts they were replaced with yours. Instead of him letting his hand travel her skin, it was yours. The memory of that moment altered to completely eliminate the siren.

“Why did you touch her in that way then? So desperately…” You asked breathlessly, hoping the answer would be exactly what you wanted to hear from him. It was as though no amount of air could satisfy your lungs. Like there was a weight pressing against your chest preventing you from taking a full breath in.

His hand left the table to inch its way onto your thigh, his thumb swiping back and forth against your skin. “We are asking questions we already know the answers to now?”

The hint of sweet rum wafted from his lips as he spoke so closely to you, almost as if he wore it as cologne. Your nerves were overtaking you now, so you glanced down upon the slash in his leg and attempted to use it as your excuse. “You should let me mend those wounds… Before infection sets in.”

He was not phased by the shift in topic, instead pushed forward to redirect you. “You should let me kiss you again.”

“W-what? Captain we really should wrap that-“ You were shivering, your teeth chattering with anxiety as his delicious musky aroma filled the room.

“May I kiss you?” he reiterated, taking every ounce of self control to not just go for it.

Instead, you made the first move. Your hand grasping the back of his head to bring him into you. His mustache scratched at your upper lip but the sweetness it brought was irresistible.

He let out a low and deep groan as his tongue teased its way past your lips, wanting nothing more than to go deeper. You could feel the desperation, the control, the need to do more without pushing your boundaries.

Jake grasped your thigh, using it to stabilize himself as his other hand swiped over the dinner table. Sterling silver plates flew to the floor with a loud crash as they bounced around. Glass shattered as gravity carried them quickly. The napkins softly floated down as well, leaving a blank slate behind you.

The abrupt crashing forced a gasp from your lips, and as you turned to see what happened Jacob brought you right back in for another kiss. Only this time he lifted you from the floor and sat you down on the edge of the table. Your legs dangled there until they were separated by his hand pushing your thigh to the opposite side.

Your hand slowly slipped down his bare chest, sliding more efficiently along the speckles of sweat coating his skin. His abs tightened below your fingers, as if surprised to be touched by something other than his own hand.

Feeling the heat from your hand drove him mad, sending his kisses down your neck and towards your covered breasts. Though fabric protected them he still kissed his way around, nipping past the silk every now and then when he couldn’t control himself.

“I’ve never seen treasure as desirable as you.” Jake murmured against your lips, his hand inching up your thigh, closer and closer between your legs until you pulled your head away cautiously. “Hmm. What might the matter be?”

You remained silent to let Jake mull it over on his own time. His smile grew wider, and that’s when you knew he had caught on. “Aye... You have never let a man touch you before, have you?”

“I’ve never wanted anyone to,” you admitted, swallowing harshly to clear your throat of your nerves, and as you spoke you could feel Jake inching his way down towards your core. His fingers were just on the cusp of grazing across it.

“And you want me? A dirty…” he bounced his fingers to the opposite side of your leg, “filthy,” those fingers once again grew closer to your core, “selfish pirate… to touch you?”

There was a warmth and a tingling through your thighs, one of which only came to you some nights as you lay alone in your own bed thinking about the day a man would want you so desperately. You never knew who he may be, but you knew you wanted him to crave you.

Your head felt too heavy for your neck so you rolled it to the side, looking down towards Jake’s tendon raised as he reached down under your gown. “You are not any of those words that you speak, Captain.”

He leaned back to nip at your neck, allowing his tongue to glide over your artery as he sucked softly, letting go with a soft pop. “Oh, I can certainly be filthy.” His voice was deep, raspy, and so low if he wasn’t by your ear you wouldn’t have even heard it.

It was then that you felt the warmth of his finger touch upon a place you had only explored on your own a handful of times in your life. A sensitivity so unique it had your mouth held ajar. That feeling, paired with the concentration of Jacobs face had you mesmerized.

He rubbed in soft circles, keeping an eye on how your body responded to his touch. Once the first soft moan slipped from your lips Jake continued sucking marks across your neck and collar bone. His mustache tickled goosebumps along your skin.

“You like that?” he murmured, adding a bit more pressure against your sensitive clit. The jolt awakened a sudden breath in you.

“I love it…” you responded breathlessly, fully engulfed in the moment. His hands always worked so hard and tirelessly, he treated everything so rough… besides right now. Right now he took his time with you, was gentle with you and moved in ways you didn’t realize were possible for him.

His fingers dipped down from your clit, quite literally sliding against your entrance from your own arousal. “Oh.. Treasure…That pretty little girl is just dripping for me already, isn’t it?” He was in utter awe of you, staring you down as if you were the most valuable thing in the world.

“I- I can not even begin to describe this feeling.” You breathed out, spreading your knees apart in an attempt to beg for more.

He listened to your body language loud and clear, letting his index finger play against your entrance before dipping slowly inside. Though receiving no physical pleasure, just feeling your warmth had him grunting deep and low beside you.

With his free hand, Jake gently lowered you down to lay upon the table. The cool wood was refreshing against your warmed body, but as Jake worked his finger inside of you soon the warmth transferred to the table.

“Oh my god…” you whispered as he expertly pumped his digit inside of you, yet soon you craved more than that. “More, may I have more?”

He looked up at you, clearing his throat as if prompting you to say something else.

“Captain…” you added, soon being rewarded with his middle finger joining in. You felt full, and the friction of his fingers against you was all too overwhelming. Once again your fingernails found a place within the wood grain of the table below.

“You know, Treasure…” he began, leaning forward to press his lips against your inner thigh. He kneeled down, lining up his face with the top of the table. “The dining table is for eating. It would be a shame if I didn’t use such a gorgeous piece of furniture as it were intended.”

Your eyebrows sank with curiosity, “I don’t think I know what you mean.” You attempted to speak through the overwhelming waves of pleasure Jake's hand was crafting from inside you.

Within seconds that feeling was gone, and Jake used his arms to wrap underneath your legs. He pulled you in closer, looping his arms around until his nails could sink into your hips. “Well then, let me show you.”

He was dripping in confidence as he dipped his face down and did one experimental lick from your entrance to the top of your clit. The warmth alone sent a shiver up your spine.

“Captain, this is crude.” You weren’t used to this, you had never even thought this to be an option. The sex you had heard of was proper, quick and to the point. It was for the creation of life and that alone. Not once had you heard of a man pressing his lips to a place so secretive.

But looking down and seeing nothing but the top of his head and feeling the warmth of his tongue was sending you down a rabbit hole with no escape route.

“Should I sto-'' he attempted to speak but you were quick to cut him off with a blunt, no. “Very well.”

The whooshing of the waves in the distance was enthralling as it entangled with the sound of his lips upon your core. Not once did you turn to look away from the mesmerizing display before you.

You reached your hand down to grasp against his head of hair and let your fingers gently massage his scalp, surprised that he had yet to miss a beat.

You were addictive to him, and as soon as he got the first taste of you on his lips he knew he was stuck there for eternity. His fingers that laid upon your hips grew deeper as they curled against your skin.

Jake used that grip to pull you in closer to his face, completely suffocated as his nose pressed against you. The sound his efforts made was unheavenly yet delicious as he lapped at your cunt, moving precise circles around your clit.

Whimpers and whines slipped from your lips only encouraging him further, until you felt his fingers once again slipping inside of you as his mouth continued to engulf your clit. It was beautiful, the way it made you feel.

A warmth surged through you, one that till this point you had never felt before in your life. It flowed within your veins, setting you on fire until it finally took over your senses. Both of your hands flew out to the side to find something to grip ahold of, the table being your only option.

Jake buckled down and pulled your core in deeper to his face, making sure that as your hips bucked with pleasure you wouldn’t move an inch from where he wanted you to be. His fingers glistened with your arousal as you watched him finally part from you.

Scanning up his sweat laced torso, you met his face. His lips swollen and wet, his nose reflective as well. He looked down at you with eyes of lust, and it wasn’t until you stared into those eyes that you realized he wasn’t done with you just yet.

From where you laid upon the table, Jake’s hands snaked under your back to get enough leverage to pull you up. It was quick, but you were wise to wrap your legs around him as he too stood up to his feet.

With one arm wrapped securely around your back, his other arm moved to grasp the nape of your neck. He hoisted you up and walked you over to the wall where the map laid. Your back pressed beside the navigational paper and he pushed his hips firmly between your legs.

You could feel it, the throbbing of his cock beneath the fabric. It was yearning for you, desperate to be released. He rolled his hips forward, following the movement with his lips smashing against your own. He was so needy and insatiable it drove you into madness.

Jake inhaled deeply against your skin, refusing to part his lips from yours. His hands explored your body, lifting your nightgown up higher until your breasts were revealed to him. His thumb grazed across your aroused nipple, flicking back and forth slowly before pulling away to stare in awe.

Kiss by kiss he lowered until he was worshiping your breasts. “C-captain…”

He pulled back, looking at you with swollen lips. “Yes?”

“May I try something?” You whispered sheepishly, your hands rubbing back and forth across the muscles in his shoulder.

His eyebrows furrowed, his own hands rubbing softly up and down your sides. “Anything you want is yours.”

“But if I do it… I might request your help, okay?” Hands quivering you glided them down Jake’s arms, your fingers tracing every crevice of his muscles.

The fabric of his pants reached your fingers before you could second guess your actions. They danced across the buttons, moving slowly to pop them out of the hole it was secured within.

“Hmm. I'm a Captain, I'm destined to help guide.” The words slipped through his mouth as if it were made of smooth velvet. Your foreheads pressed together as both of you looked down at how your fingers moved.

Three buttons later and his pants were teasing to fall, your legs around him were the only things holding them against his hips. And you tried your best to let your hand fall between that layer of skin but it was too narrow of a gap.

As if reading your mind, Jake cautiously walked you over to the bed you’ve slept in many nights now. He lowered down, to rest you upon it and broke away to sit beside you.

“Why don’t you kneel right here for me?” Jake instructed, his voice almost a whisper, he spread his legs and stared intently at you as you did as he said.

Your hand traveled across his pants once more, tugging them down enough to allow his bulge to be freed from the confines. You couldn’t help but to stare and inspect it in all its glory.

You gently let the tip of your finger trace up one long thick vein that pulsed in rhythm, until it reached the head of his cock. With a harsh swallow you spoke, “Do I do it like this?” Your hand gently wrapped around the shaft, being careful not to squeeze too hard.

Jake let his hand wrap around yours, pushing your fingers into a slightly tighter squeeze. “Just like this, this is per—fuuck.” His hand didn’t leave yours, instead it guided you up and down his shaft, throwing in a few swivels as he rose to the tip.

“Now I want you to lean forward and spit down into my hand.” While he still spoke softly there was a gravel in his tone that wasn’t there moments ago.

“You want me to spit?” And when your suspicions were confirmed by a nod of his head, you obeyed by letting a thin strand of saliva fall down and cover the palm of Jake’s hand.

The glide it added was devious as you were soon able to slide up and down his cock without any setbacks. Once a good pace was set, Jake released his hand to lean backwards against the bed, his torso being held up by both his arms.

You worked hard to keep that pace, and eventually you noticed the Captain's breath begin to hitch, his abs begin to spasm. “Alright Treasure. I want you to wrap those pretty pink lips around it now. Please.”

For the first time Jake was actually asking for something. Leaving his fate in your own hands, only relying on your honest nature to do as he said. There was a curiosity brewing inside of you, so you did in fact lean forward and wrapped your lips around his length.

“So god damn warm…” he grunted, bringing forward a hand to grasp your hair and guide you along his cock at the pace he was craving.

You went along with it, letting your tongue press flat against the underside of his dick while you moved. Against your tongue, you started to feel it twitch and quiver. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

He thrusted deep down your throat with a sudden jerk forward, it was sudden but you felt a warm sliding down your throat you weren’t quite expecting. Everything faded away though as you heard his guttural moans and whimpers cascading as he came down from his high.

Using your hair to guide you, Jake pulled you up off his cock, and used the back of his hand to wipe your face of the mess he had made. “How did that feel, treasure?” He pulled your head backwards to expose your neck and leaned down to lick upwards. “How did having a pirate's dick down your throat feel?”

“I loved it…” you whispered, trying your best to speak with your throat stretched backwards. “Thank you, Captain.”

Your approval had his hand releasing from your hair, and you felt his lips softly kiss your forehead before you could even register what happened. “I have a ship to guide. We have a long day ahead of us.

From outside the door, Lou’s ear pressed curiously against the wood. He had heard your words, Jake’s sounds of pleasure. He knew now just how close you were with the Captain. A wicked smirk grew upon his face as a devilish idea creeped upon him.

In that moment he knew, you were much more than a prisoner who studied beasts. You had value. You were leverage.

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mamavanheat · 7 months

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30 Minutes or Less

A continuation of Adonis and Angel's relationship since their first meetup.

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, slightly rough sex, roleplay, Danny being an absolute demon in the most delicious way 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI!!!

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Friday nights were usually date nights for you and Danny. Ever since you two met up, your Adonis had swept you off your feet, and your relationship quickly fell into place. It should have felt rushed, too fast and startling, the way your sleepovers turned into duffle bags filled with a weeks worth of clothes, until finally your lease was up and Danny offered for you to live with him. There wasn’t a moment of hesitancy between you two, and that weekend, he was driving you insane in a tank top cut to the hem on the sides, driving a UHaul with all of your belongings to his house, that damn backwards baseball cap keeping his curls from tangling in the wind coming in the open window.

Since then you both tried to establish nights to spend together. He’d gotten a new job at a music studio, playing fill-in instruments for various artists coming through and recording, and trying his hand at producing. You had been in awe of his talents, his home filled with instruments, a drum kit in the basement, a wall of guitars with a mandolin in between, a small piano and keyboard sat on the opposite side of the basement. It amazed you how he could walk up to an instrument and play it without a thought.

Tonight was Friday night date night, and you were perched on the couch in a pair of soft cotton shorts and a cropped tank top, watching trash tv to pass the time.

Your phone rang, and you paused the show you were watching, picking it up and tapping on the answer button, seeing Danny’s face pop up, illuminated by the studio parking lot lights as he sat in his car.

“Hi baby!” you grinned watching him smile as he heard your voice.

“Hi to you too, angel.” his crooked smile still made your heart swoon. “I’m on my way home, I’m sorry I’m running a little later than usual. Date night is gonna be a little lame this week.”

“It’s okay, I waited for you for dinner, do you want to pick something up on your way home?” Danny nodded, stretching out in his seat after he placed his phone on the magnetic holder.

“Yeah, do you have anything in mind?” you pursed your lips, and thought on it.

“Ooh, you know what? Pizza sounds really good right now.”

“From that place on 6th street or the one by our house?”

“You know I’m thinking from the place on 6th. Extra mushrooms, extra cheese.” Danny laughed, nodding again.

“Okay, if you call it in I’ll pick it up for us.” you giggled, noting his backward cap and speaking before thinking.

“Aww, and you look like a delivery guy too, with your hat. My own personal pizza delivery boy.” It took a second for it to register with Danny, and then you saw it, a spark of Adonis that flickered in his eyes from time to time.

“Yeah? Will I get a good tip if I make it home in thirty minutes or less?” his voice was low, and he leaned in closer to the phone. You had gotten more bold since being with Danny, working off him to rile him up when he got like this.

“I don’t know, I don’t have very much money,” you feigned a sad, innocent look, batting your eyelashes. “I’m sure we could work something out.” You angled the phone down, showing him the low cut crop top you’d been hanging around the house in, squeezing your arms to your chest so your breasts nearly spilled out the neckline.

“Shit,” Danny sighed. “Order the pizza, now. I’m on my way.” you giggled as you watched him adjust himself with one hand, hanging up with the other and you called in the pizza order. Once that was placed, you jumped up, running to the bedroom where your vanity waited. You took a small reusable makeup removing pad, wiping under your eyes with it making sure any mascara that had ran through your day was washed away.

After reapplying your mascara and running your tube of lip balm over your lips quickly. Running to the bathroom, you flipped on the light, running a brush through your hair and fluffing it up, before running back to the bedroom, grabbing your favorite perfume and spritzing your neck, wrists, the backs of your knees, and your ankles with it. You checked your phone, only ten more minute before Danny would come screeching into the driveway. You quickly shimmied your shorts down, changing out of your regular panties and started digging through your drawer, trying to find that one lacy pair that drove him wild.

Once you’d found them, you slipped them on and pulled your shorts up over them, before scurrying out to the couch, posing to look like you did absolutely nothing since getting off the phone with him. You unpaused your show, but couldn’t pay attention. You kept your ears focused for the sound of Danny pulling into the drive, the lights of every passing car making your heart thump out of your chest with anticipation. You were able to distract yourself, finally starting to pay attention to the show on the television. For how long, you weren’t sure, but just as an argument started riling up, a knock sounded at the front door, startling you.

You furrowed your brow, opening the door to see Danny standing there, pizza box balanced on his open palm. He was still wearing the backward ball cap, and his crooked smile still made your heart flip.

“Hey, I have a delivery for this address?” Danny smirked. Catching on quick, you leaned against the doorframe.

“Oh yeah, I ordered that, about twenty minutes ago.” you replied.

“Awesome, that’ll be $18.75.” Danny replied, holding his other hand out. Biting your bottom lip, you batted your lashes at him as he looked at you expectantly.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry,” you pretended to pat yourself down, giving a little shrug. “I don’t have any cash on me.”

“Oh,” Danny let his hand fall, his eyes raking up and down your body.

“You drove all this way, and I’m really hungry…” you began. “Why don’t you come inside, and we can work something out.” Danny’s eyes flickered again and you opened the door, letting him inside. Once the door was closed, you led him into the kitchen, gesturing for him to place the pizza on the counter.

“So, what did you have in mind for payment?” Danny asked, looking around the room. You moved to stand in front of him, placing your hand on his chest, feeling him flex the muscles of his pecs under his shirt. You glanced up at him through your lashes, smirking.

“I was wondering if we could exchange favors?” your voice lowered slightly, a sultry tone exuding as you felt his breath quicken under your hand. “You give me the pizza for free, and I give you the best blowjob you’ve ever had.” Danny’s eyebrow quirked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I don’t know, my boss will be pretty pissed if I don’t bring back the cash.” you let your hand travel down his torso, your fingertips resting at the top of his belt buckle, tapping the metal with the tip of your fingernails. You kept eye contact with him as you moved past it, cupping his growing erection through the denim of his jeans.

“Feels like you’d rather stay,” you hummed, leaning in and bumping the tip of his nose with yours, bringing your lips close enough to just graze his, teasing Danny with a kiss you knew he was dying to have after not seeing you all day. Palming him a little rougher, you spoke again as you felt his bulge grow harder in your hand. “I promise the tip will be worth it.”

“O-Okay,” not being sure if it was your Adonis staying in character or that you had really startled him, you smiled, slowly undoing his belt buckle as you finally gave into him and gave him the kiss he was longing for. One of his hands came up behind your head, holding your lips in place as he took his fill of them, waiting until you were at the point of tugging down his jeans and boxer briefs.

When he let you go, you slowly sank to your knees on the kitchen floor, gently taking his long cock in your hand. Leaning forward, you flattened your tongue, giving the underside a long, soft lick before teasing the head with the tip of your tongue, circling around the edge. Giving small kitten licks just under the head, you heard Danny breathe out slowly. You were lucky in the fact that Danny seemed to be a giver in the bedroom, and you knew it was taking a lot for him to let you switch roles.

Torturously working your mouth over him, you tried to take all of him, tears stinging your eyes as you held back a small gagging reflex as he hit the back of your throat. One of Danny’s large hands rested softly on the top of your head, fingers twitching in your hair as you hollowed out your cheeks, the other held his shirt flat against his stomach, making sure the soft cotton didn’t obstruct his view of you. Swallowing around him, you heard him suck in a sharp breath, letting out a quiet moan, his fingers on your head starting to massage your scalp while his hand helped push you forward while you bobbed.

“Shit, that feels good,” he sighed. You felt yourself swell with pride at his praise, letting your tongue trace the vein running along the underside of his cock, flicking the tip just under the head before continuing your motions. Danny’s hand left his stomach, reaching out and grabbing the edge of the kitchen counter next to him, leaning on it to stay upright as his breathing picked up. You used one of your hands to stroke what your mouth couldn’t fully take between deep throated swallows, the other came up to cup his balls, massaging them and feeling them begin to tighten in your palm. You took him in your mouth one more time, down to the base, the tip of your nose being tickled by the curly, coarse hairs on his pelvis.

Danny’s hand left the counter, coming to join the other on your head, holding you in that position for a few seconds before he gently thrust his hips before pulling your head off of him. You looked up at him, mouth open and unashamedly letting a string of spit dangle between your bottom lip and the tip of his cock. Leaning forward, you pressed your wet lips to the tip, giving it a kiss before licking the beading pre-cum from it and licking it off your lips.

His hands fell from your head, one coming under your chin and tugging you up from your knees, so you were standing in front of him. He brought your lips to his, licking across them before finally pressing against yours, his other hand tugging down your cotton shorts and feeling the lace you’d hidden beneath them.

“I have a feeling you were planning this all along.” Danny smirked against your mouth, his thick fingers rubbing against your soaked through panties, making you him. His thumb still rested on your chin, swiping against your bottom lip. “You’re so wet, it would be a shame for me to leave you like this.”

“Please,” you whispered, leaning into his body. Danny smirked down at you before backing up, giving you space and making you feel cold.

“Get on the counter.” Danny commanded, Adonis appearing in his eyes again, needing control. You hesitated for a moment, but jumped up onto the cold granite a shiver running down your spine as your warm skin made contact. Danny sauntered his way over to you, caging you in-between his arms as he sealed your lips with a kiss. “How about I taste that pretty pussy of yours before I really get my money’s worth?”

Your knees rested against Danny’s sides as you nodded and he pushed up your cropped tank top above your breasts, immediately cupping them, swiping his thumbs across your already pebbled nipples. His callused fingertips always applied just the right pressure to make you crave more and more from him, and you were on the verge of begging when he leaned down, taking your left nipple into his mouth. Your head leaned back, knocking into the cabinet and making the dishes inside shake. You let out a soft laugh, and you could feel Danny break against your skin, a chuckle vibrating against you.

He sucked softly on your swollen bud, twirling his tongue around it while his other hand rolled your right one before his thumb and forefinger, pinching softly. Your back arched while tingling shot down between your legs, and you felt yourself getting wetter. Your hips wriggled against the counter as Danny switched his mouths attention to your right breast. The heat between your thighs felt like it was getting hotter and hotter, and you could feel your pussy start to pulse.

Danny let his hands take your waist, holding you steady as his lips moved to the valley between your breasts, slowly kissing down your body. Smirking at how eager you were, already shifting to try and bring your body closer to his face. Danny removed his hands from your waist for a moment, lowering himself and wrapping his arms around your legs, grabbing your hips and balancing you precariously on the edge of the counter.

“Baby, you are positively glistening for me.” he breathed, looking up at you through his lashes. “Makes me think you’ve had this fantasy before.” he pressed soft kisses along your inner thighs, nipping gently at the skin as he got closer.

“Stop teasing, please,” you whined, gripping the edge of the counter as he licked his lips, adjusting your legs over his shoulders.

“As you wish,” Danny delved between your thighs, a moan spilling from you as his mouth expertly lapped against your wet pussy. One of your hands moved to rest on top of his head, the backward baseball cap still there. You raked your nails against the material, the scratch sound music to your ears as the sounds of Danny’s mouth on you echoed in the kitchen. He clasped his lips around your clit, suckling it while running his tongue around it in quick circles.

His name fell from your lips, you didn’t care about the role-play anymore, you just wanted to praise the man for his talents in making you unravel. Danny moved between your sucking and circling your clit and leaving hot, open mouthed kisses against you. One of his hands left your thighs, his thick fingertips tracing along your folds, gently prodding and teasing you as you started clenching around nothing. After letting you whine and rock your hips, grinning into your pussy all the while, he slid in his middle and ring fingers inside you, finally relieving the ache between your thighs.

Danny moved his other hand to your pelvis, holding your body down as you rocked against his hand and face.

“You’re gonna slip off if you keep shimmying like that,” Danny gasped, pulling away from your pussy, looking up at you. From the tip of his nose to the end of his chin, his face was glistening with your juices, a sight that made you feel even more ravenous than before. “Stay still for me.” you nodded, guiding his head back to your clit, moaning again as he took it back in his mouth. He picked up the pace with his tongue, circling your clit and applying just the right pressure as he quickened the pistoning motion with his hand. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep your promise to stay still, and Danny could tell by the shaking in your thighs on his shoulders that you were getting close. You felt the fire in your stomach ignite and spread through your veins as your fingers clawed at the granite below you and the fabric of his hat.

“Fuck!” you gasped, your body tensing as you came, Danny continuing to work you over as you rode out your orgasm, panting and still clawing at him. When your body relaxed, Danny pulled away bringing his hand up to his lips, sucking them clean while staring you down and stepping out of his pants and boxer briefs.

You were slumped against the cabinets, but not for too long, as Danny had slid his arms under you and moved you to the living room. You couldn’t help but lean up and kiss him as he walked carefully, tasting yourself on him and moaning.

“You tasted so good baby,” Danny hummed as he placed your feet on the floor by the arm of the couch. He cupped your face in his large hand, the other holding you up. “Felt so good on my fingers, squeezing so tight.” Danny turned you around, bending you over the arm of the couch. Your face rested on a small couch pillow, and you could feel Danny’s hands rubbing up and down the globes of your ass.

Not being able to help yourself, you wiggled your ass in front of him, making him chuckle.

“Eager, are we?”

“Yes, I need to feel you,” you whined, near-panting already. “Please, fuck me already!” Danny gripped your ass cheeks hard and slapped on, sending a jolt through you as you felt him like himself up behind you, running the tip of his hard cock through your folds, collecting the wetness there. Whimpers were falling from your open mouth as he teased the head in before pulling away, coming back and pushing in again and then pulling completely away. “Dammit Danny!”

As soon as the curse in his name flew out of your mouth, he roughly slid into you, jolting you again and making you cry out. Danny wasted no time in building you up, his thrusts hard and fast, the slapping of your skin echoing throughout the house, almost being drowned out by your moans. You were reaching back behind you, clawing to touch some part of him when one of his large hands gathered both your wrists, tugging your upper body up. The new angle hit your sweet spot, a new fresh string of curses tumbling from your mouth as Danny continued ramming into you, primal grunts spilling from his own.

“Fuck that feels so good Danny,” you gasped, the words stuttering out as your body was jostled by his movements. You couldn’t help but relish the delicious drag of his cock inside you as he pulled out and pushed back in over and over, it was something you’d never forget.

“Yeah baby?” Danny grunted out. “Gonna come all over my cock? Make this delivery worth it?” Leave it to him to still keep up at least a glimmer of the roleplay you had long forgotten.

“Yeah,” you panted, “M-make it so-so worth it!” You could feel the coil in your abdomen tightening again, you face flushing as you came to the edge. Your fingers curled, latching onto whatever they could of Danny’s hand, something to anchor yourself as your second climax crashed over you. Danny let go of your wrists but was quick to wrap his arms around your chest and torso, hands squeezing your tits as he put his lips to your ear.

“There’s my beautiful Angel,” he whispered lowly, between harsh breaths. “That’s my good girl.”

“Your good girl,” you agreed, bringing a hand up and tangling in his curls, finally knocking the hat off his head. “Taking your cock so well,” Danny’s hips began to falter as you talked back, and he squeezed you tight to his body as he spilled into you, pressing kisses along your cheek, neck, and shoulder. You let your head fall back, resting on his own broad shoulder, both of you catching your breath.

“S’pose we should go shower.” Danny whispered after a few moments. Your bodies were tacky from drying sweat and made a noise as he gently peeled away from you.

“Yeah, the pizza is already cold anyway.” you laughed softly. Danny turned you around, grinning at you as he cupped your face, his one arm still holding you up.

“Would you mind if the delivery boy stayed and grabbed a slice? I worked up quite the appetite.”

“Not at all,” you smirked, hopping up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. “Consider it your tip.”

♥️♥️♥️

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