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mamavanheat · 1 year ago

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I still can’t believe I wrote this

Everything I Have

i've been thinking a lot about this ask i wrote a small story for. i can't stop imagining what happened in between the last two parts. sorry it took me weeks to finish hehe

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI, mentions of bad past relationships, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, extremely soft smut

How did we get here?

Jake had asked to stay the night. He'd stayed over plenty of times during your friendship. It's not like he hasn't seen you at your most vulnerable state and you the same for him. There had been times though where he seemed to be just a little too affectionate. Times where he'd grab your hips and stand behind you looking over your shoulder at what you were making in the kitchen. Times where he'd get within kissing distance to your face during a disagreement to prove he wasn't backing down. Times where he'd let you lay against him during a movie with his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

Everything seemed so casual with him. In your mind, he was just being physical to show he cares. Like a reassurance he's there. He does it with all of his friends, you'd convinced yourself. His brother Josh was definitely a touchy guy so maybe Jake was just more subtle about it. Except when you think about it for too long, you realize you hadn't seen his hands on another's hips, or his arms wrapped around another. Even when he was casually dating someone, he didn't show affection around you.

"Helloooo, Y/N!" He snapped you from your deep thinking waving his hand in front of your eyes. "You good?" You nod in response and head to the kitchen, flipping the lights on the way. "Hey, do you want to try this bottle with me?" You show him the dark green bottle with the cute label you got from the grocery store. Knowing very little about wine, you bought it only because the label was pretty with gold flake laced into the image. He nods at you with an interested eyebrow raise as he heads to the couch. Sitting back and flipping it to Netflix. You grab a couple glasses from the cabinet and start to pour the pale golden liquid. Filling them a little more than halfway as you know you'd hate to interrupt the movie, or more likely the cuddling, to get a refill.

You join him on the couch and hand him his glass. "Have you ever seen this one? It's starring Ryan Gosling and Michelle Williams." He stops on a movie with a couple. The woman was sitting in the man's lap leaned against a brick wall as they kissed. "Blue Valentine? No, I don't think so." You reply then taking a sip from your glass. Your eyes glanced over at him to see if he was really thinking about watching it. Most of the movies he picked were involving some kind of weapon and a disturbing back story, so this came as a surprise when you see him contemplating. He began to read the description aloud to you. "Hm, okay. Interesting choice."

He glances at you with a smirk knowing this would be a movie you'd pick to watch by yourself just so you can feel everything and not have to worry about hiding your giggling at a funny scene or the snot dripping from your nose as you cry at the sad parts. He clicked the play button and took a sip from his glass. Leaning back with his left arm resting on the back of the couch. You took this as an invitation to cuddle up into him. This time though, this time was different. He didn't just rest his arm on the couch. He wrapped his hand onto your shoulder and held you closer to him. His thumb began to swipe across the fabric of your sleeve.

As the movie played you realized how real and raw the emotions of the couple were affecting you. Your past relationships hadn't been the best. Every time it seemed everything was okay, then they would break things off without an answer. Or the answer was simply a stupid excuse to keep from hurting your feelings. Those always hurt the most. Jake was always there to comfort you at the end. He'd come over and just listen while you sob about how everything was just fine, then next thing you knew it was all over. The way he could read you like a book. He noticed you taking a sip every time the couple had a petty argument. Occasionally he'd glance down to you just to make sure you weren't too emotionally invested. The thought of you shedding a tear in his arms broke his heart.

For the most of the movie, it just seemed to be a story of a couple and their hardships of marriage. Each flashback had significance to their lives together and how it would change the watcher's idea on things. Everything was fine, that is until the shower scene. The wife was in the shower, dark blue backlights setting the intimate mood. The husband took his clothes off and joined her below the running water. He got onto his knees and placed his hand on the back of her thigh, grabbing gently below her ass. Jake's thumb became still as his hand lay gripped onto your skin. Somewhere through his rubbing against the sleeve of your t-shirt, it had become exposed.

You glance to him after noticing. He looked down to you only to catch your eyes with his. A flutter in your stomach and a clench of his jaw. Both of you had already drank most of the wine from the glasses and it was started to kick into your usual intrusive thoughts. You'd always thought about what it would be like. With him. The friendship was amazing. He was so supportive and always lend an ear when you needed to vent about life or work or whatever was clouding your thoughts. He was there to pick you up when you felt your lowest settling in.

His deep caramel eyes switch back and forth between yours as if he was trying to read what was travelling through your mind. The pink flush across your cheeks was not from the wine this time. "Y/N?" He whispered at you, never leaving your eyes. Before you had time to respond he shifted himself toward you. Gradually inching his gaze closer to yours but stopping to rest his forehead against yours. "Can I kiss you?" You nodded dragging his head to motion in sync. Nose tips brushing gently before your lips met against his. The bow of your smile placing neatly on top of his own. Back and forth, it seemed, you fought to move your withheld emotions into each other. He leaned forward lightly to the table, never leaving your touch, to set his glass down onto it. His free hand now reached for yours to follow suit of the other.

Before you knew, time had passed and a sequence of explicit scenes flashed across the screen of your living room television. His tongue pushed between your lips slotting them open. His left hand began to slide from around your shoulder. He placed it tenderly cradling your jaw. You invite him inside with tongues wrestling to preach words you never spoke to him. Your fingers traced up the scar on his arm and brushing across his knuckles, cupping your hand onto his still resting against your lower cheek.

"Jake." You managed to whisper to him between mouths meeting. "I want... I want you to-" The partial lines from your sentence hung through the air as he stood and held onto your hand pulling you up with him. He reached down, his hands grabbing behind your thighs to pull you up onto him. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctly as he carried you to the bedroom. Once he met the bed, he eased his grip from your thighs allowing you to slide down him until your feet hit the floor with a light thud. You felt his hands cupped at your ass carefully. "You know, I've realized something." He removed his hands from your backside to place them neatly back onto both sides of your jawline. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice."

You release the air you didn't know had been trapped in your lungs with a nervous breathy laugh, eyes moving away to break the intense stare. "Well, I didn't think you'd ever feel the same about me." Your fingertips played with the bottom hem of his shirt as you spoke, exposing a little of his skin underneath. His lips collided with yours. You grasp onto his bare hips above the fabric of his pants to hold yourself steady. There was a flash of lightning shining through your sheer curtains and a distant roll of thunder followed. Piece by piece clothing was slowly removed until you were left in just your bra and panties, he in his tight boxers.

You sit at the edge of the bed and pull your legs up to start pushing yourself backward to the headboard. He crawled onto the bed holding himself over you. Lips begging to be against yours as you slide back further up into the mattress as he pressed himself against you. Once your body was resting against the pillows, he placed a hand on each of your knees and pulled them apart. He leaned his way forward, placing his hands onto the pillows around your head and meeting his lips against your partially opened mouth.

In the moment nerves started getting the best of you. This just didn't seem real. No way this was real. A smile crept to your lips and a giggle filled the air as he pulled back in confusion. You cover your face with your hands before he could catch your expression. "Hey, hey, hey, Y/N? What's wrong?" he asks, unable to sense if it was laughter or crying. You laugh just a little bit louder this time and unable to look into his eyes, you slide your hands away and rest them beside his still placed around you. He can't help but have a smile at your laughter. Still unaware of your emotions he asks with a soft chuckle, "Seriously, are you okay?" As your nervousness seemed to dissipate, you calm yourself and meet your eyes back to his with a reassuring nod. "I just- I've wanted this for so long."

His lips crept back to yours once more. Your fingertips slid lightly across his bare skin from his arms to his chest, leaving your palm flat against his pecks. His eyes shifted down and grazed across your partially naked body, soaking in the most delicate sight before him. Tongue swiping across his bottom lip waiting to devour. "Jake..." You whispered to him. "Touch me." Without hesitation he leaned himself down onto his right elbow. You wrap your fingertips into the root of his hair pulling him into you. His hot breath crept across the skin of your neck. He pulled his left arm back placing his palm against your knee then moving down to your hip, stopping only for a second before moving across your stomach and finally landing onto your breast. A swipe of his tongue sent a quiet moan to release from your throat as his touch sent a warmness through your core. He peppered kisses, soft lips lingering as if regretting every time the connection was disturbed.

His bulge between your legs became harder to ignore. Light taps of rain started to hit against the glass of your windows. Your grasp on his hair became tighter as the sensitivity to his touch grew. He reached his hand to your back unclasping your bra, then sliding it across your delicate skin and finally tossing it to the side. A warm wetness filled your panties the more his hands and mouth discovered deeper after all the years of the lightest affection. A soft hum came from your throat as his hips grind against you. His erection was aligned between your still clothed bodies massaging at your swollen bud. He gave your nipple a soft kiss before suckling and releasing it with a light pop. Your free hand moved down to his boxers, sliding your fingers through the waistband and resting your palm against his cock as he continued to buck. He hummed into your breast at the feeling of your hand wrapping around him causing the friction to escalate the intensity of the moment.

Suddenly a bright flash of lightning and a loud crash of thunder scared the two of you deep in the situation. Your hands pulled to your chest in fear as you caught sight of his scared face watching you. A laughter filled the silence after the realization everything was okay. He sat back onto his knees between you, your thighs resting atop his legs, and pushed his hair back from his face. His hands placed at your hips and playing with the hem of your panties. A smirk crept across his cheeks as he looked down to realize the head of his dick was sticked out from his boxers after your hand had been pulled so suddenly from it. You caught a glimpse before he hastily began pulling them off, revealing all of him before you. He looked to you for approval before removing your remaining garment. Biting at your lip, you nodded with hot cheeks.

Pelting rain began beating at your window matching the energy of the room. He stroked himself a couple times before lining himself with your entrance. Your wetness helps him glide into you inch by inch, allowing you to adjust. Your eyes clenched at the feeling as your head pressed back into your pillow, hands grasping at your own breasts. He rolled his hips a couple more times before bringing his torso back down level with yours. His hand swiped the hair from your brow, trailing down to rest his thumb on your chin. Your eyes reopen to meet his as he pulls your face back level to him. "You're so fucking beautiful, Y/N. Just, so fucking..." he cut off with a deep moan from his throat and eyebrows furrowing.

Your mouth hung slightly open before Jake took this opportunity to smoothly move his thumb from your chin between your lips. You wrap your tongue around it and suck it as far in as you can, matching pace with his thrusting inside of you. He sucked in a sharp breath before removing his thumb, then removing himself completely from you. You let out a whimper at the feeling. "Jakey, please-" you started to whine but he cut you off with his hands grabbing at your waist and pulling you up from the mattress onto your knees. He holds onto you and pushes you to turn around facing the headboard. You try meet your eyes with his for an explanation, but before you could muster up the words, he was sliding his hands along your sides, up your arms, and down to your hands. He softly places them onto the edge of the headboard giving you a place to hold balance.

His hands traced back from yours as he moves himself closer, his warm breath and body heat radiating against the skin of your neck and back. You purr to him as his middle finger drags down between your breast and across your mound, only to stop on your still throbbing clit. He places kiss after kiss on your shoulder while he massages your wet slit. His other hand grasps onto your breast for his own balance, and his extremely hard cock resting against your ass. "I want to give you everything, Y/N." he whispers between lips meeting skin. "Everything I have and more." The words mixed with the touch against your sensitive nerves makes you tremble. Pleasure building between your thighs distracted you from him removing his hands and placing it around his cock. He centered himself against you again and made his way back into you. A loud moan escaped both of your mouths in unison, a harmony more perfect than in any of the songs you listened to in the car with him earlier that night.

Your back began arching to push back against his thrusts. This time his rhythm became fervent, rolling his hips against your backside as he hit your sweet spot again and again. Long heavy breathing became panting as your walls began clenching around him. "Fuuu- gonna cum, Jakey!" the ending became a moan in itself as you tried to keep control of your words. One of your hands lets go of the grip from the headboard to grasp the wrist of his hand swirling around your clit still. "I know, baby. I know." You can't manage to hold yourself up anymore as the heat builds heavy through your core, body collapsing into the pillows and bringing Jake down with you. He removes his hand from your clit to grab behind the closest your knee, pulling it up to be able to keep pushing himself into that hot spot.

You now lay on your side with one of Jake's arms wrapped around your body and the other holding onto your leg. "Cum with me, Y/N. Please cum with me." You reach your hand between your legs and massaged at yourself with a heavy pace. His grip around you tightened as his movements became more erratic. Jake bit into your shoulder as the waves of ecstasy pulsed through both of your bodies at once. His cock twitched inside you as your final moans escaped your lips, mixing into the sounds of the thunder and rain pouring outside.

You lay in your bed naked next to Jake taking in the last 30 minutes. The rain softly hit your windows as the rolls of thunder broke the silence every now and then. Lightning occasionally filling the room through your sheer curtains highlighting his silhouette. “Hey, Y/N?” You turn your head to him still in a daze from the pulsating throughout your body. “Hm?” He shifts his body to lean over you propping himself up on his elbow, face hovering above yours. Searching your eyes for an answer to a question he need not ask. His other hand caressed up your arm to your neck, stopping to cradle your jaw. He leaned in halting just before his mouth hit yours. Warm breath whispering against your flushed cheeks.

His soft lips met against yours, still plump from the kissing before. Your body was starting to melt into his. He slowly began sinking back down into the mattress pulling you close to him. As he pulled away, he pushed your hair back from your face. Lightly tracing his fingers from the top of your head to the back of your neck. You cradle yourself into his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around you. Your legs became intertwined searching for a way to be closer than you already were. He caressed your hair as you drifted off into a deep sleep. Not a single worry to bother you.

#this has been getting some attention from the new gresties lately lol #I haven’t read my own fics in so long

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mamavanheat · 2 years ago

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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)

Masterpost

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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