The First Time You Give In And Let Shanks Into Your Bed—after Months And Months Of Very Persistent

the first time you give in and let shanks into your bed—after months and months of very persistent dashing grins and cloying sweet-talk—you don’t realize until he has you pressed against your bedroom door, with his singular hand tucked beneath your skirts to grasp the back of your knee and hook your leg around him, that the vest you’ve chosen today is held together by a row of small buttons at the front.

it’s an issue it seems he’s only just realized too, as he pulls away from your lips and stares down at your bust.

“buttons,” he says with a pout, thumb tapping pensively against the side of your knee. “is this a test?”

“an accident,” you laugh. “i’ll help—“

“no.” shanks nips at your finger playfully before you can touch your neckline. “not proper to make a lady undress herself.”

it shouldn’t be a surprise, you suppose, but he’s more skilled than you anticipate. with teeth and tongue he manages to undo three before the steady unveiling of your cleavage distracts him. letting go of your leg, he reaches up to work at the fourth even as his tongue runs hot over the newly exposed skin of your chest.

then you feel him pause. he blinks; his eyes are dark and stormy, so deep red they might as well be black. though you often find it difficult to parse out what he’s thinking, it hardly takes a genius to gauge the way that big hand catches hold of the side of your vest, teeth grazing the other; preparing to forego any more delay and simply tear the damn thing apart.

“pop them,” you sigh out, somehow unwilling to speak more than a murmur, “rip it off. i won’t stop you. but—“

you pause just as shanks does the same, eyes darting up to meet yours over the heaving swell of your chest and fingers freezing where he’s gripped the fabric of your bodice.

“you won’t do much more than touching tonight,” you finish.

those eyes sharpen. a thrill goes through you, as his fingers flex for half a moment—and then he’s surging up to kiss you again, hard and heavy and biting, drawing a heady giggle from your tongue. his arm slips around your thighs, tightening to lift you from the solid wood you’ve been pressed against before he turns to take a scant few strides and deposit you onto your bed, not once parting from your lips.

only when you’ve settled does he pull back, just slightly, pressing his forehead to yours as he moves his arm to brace himself on his elbow and then giving a surprisingly chaste peck to the tip of your nose as he begins a descent.

he lingers at the edge of your neckline, sucks at your skin, then kisses down your stomach over the fabric that still covers you; his hand is eager but gentle as it slides beneath the hem of your dress again, rough calluses brushing against your foot and ankle and calf until he’s palming your knee and pushing the fabric up over your thighs.

“well.” that look in his eye is more of a glint now, accompanied by a grin and a wink that has you rolling your eyes as shanks disappears from sight. “suppose i’ll find something we can do without taking that damn thing off, eh?”

Imagine surprising Shanks with a sexy costume

Benn: Sorry, I can't bar hop with you tonight, I have plans.

Shanks: and I can't join?

Benn: seeing as my plans involve having sex, no. Because while I love you boss, I'm not into voyeurism.

Shanks: *whines* fine, I'll find someone else to go bar hopping with.

You: *leans down and whispers in his ear* or you can stay here and drink and I'll let you see what I've got for you waiting in our room? *waves a bottle of booze at him and make your way into your shared bedroom*

Shanks: *stares at you with wide eyes* .... All of you get the fuck off my bleedin ship.

Benn: but the sun isn't even down.

Shanks: *herds them towards the plank * bugger off.

The crew: *rolls their eyes and leave voluntarily*

Shanks: *sprints to his room and throws open the door*

You: *Currently buckling a garter belt securely around your thigh*

Shanks: *slumps against the door frame and tries to remember how to breathe* Wow.

You: *Does a spin and shows off your outfit*

Shanks: *excitedly rushes over and kisses you* is it a rental?

You: nope, so I can wear it anytime you want.

Shanks: well not all of it, you'll need a new corset and panties.

You: *pulls away from his kisses* The panties I know, but why the corset?

Shanks: *rips it almost in half leaving it hanging round your hips before helping himself to your chest*

You: good lord.

Shanks: oh no, the only name you should be calling is mine. *Pushes you on the bed and starts to undress*

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minecraftislifeminecrftislove

1 month ago

Breeding kink boyfriend who puts you in a mating press?… big tummy bulge?

You weren’t going to last more than a few minutes with the hold your boyfriend had you in. It was tout as he pressed your legs back onto your chest, letting his cock head kiss your g-spot. It was chaste kisses as he ground his hips, trying to further his own arousal.

He needed you so bad he was practically on fire. He needed to breed you or he was going to die. Every minute he spent breathing could have been another minute pumping you full of hot spend.

When your boyfriend did cum, you couldn’t bear it. Your hips bucked and spasmed, trying to adjust to the new sensation that followed suit. Your pussy stretched to fit his cum as he fucked it back into you, shuddering with every pleasurable squeeze your walls gave him.

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