warnings: smut, p in v, creampie, mentions of weed and smoking, sex w feelings, daddy kink sue me, ending is shit🤷♀️
word count: 2k
authors note: haii this is just a one shot i’ve been lazy as hell but i promise the pt 2 to “his captains girl” and part 4 of “shattered hopes” will be out this week!! ill lock in for you guys i swear
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smoking with benn beckman but he’s buried in your sweet cunt as he lazily thrusts into you, taking his time as you whine and roll your hips into him desperately
you’re in his lap with your back against him, legs spread wide. his free hand is gripping under your knee, keeping you open for him as he continues to gently but deeply pound his thick cock into you. one of your hands is toying with your nipples through your thin top, while the other grips the hair at the base of his neck tightly. his other free hand is holding the joint, taking a lazy drag, watching the beautiful expressions on your face
you couldn’t manage to wrap your lips around the joint and take a full hit, so he was blowing the smoke into your mouth inbetween slow and nasty kisses for you, making sure you were reaching the other high you were looking for.
“are-ah you f-feeling better becks?” you whined out
he had been having a particularly rough day aboard the Red Force, not only dealing with an attack that damaged some of the ship from some no name pirates, but also being pulled to put out a million small fires (he swears some of these people were born yesterday). you could tell he was stressed and needed something to make him feel better. you decided that letting him fuck you during your somewhat frequent smoke sessions in his office seemed like a good way to help him out.
“mmm, of course i am, how could i have any problems when im buried in my sweet girl right now” he rasped against your ear in response
you threw your head back and moaned loudly at the possessiveness; he’d only been displaying that recently. it used to just be casual sex, helping each other out during the long weeks at sea, but lately it had become something more, something deeply intimate.
you didn’t know how it started really, you had run out of weed one night and decided to knock on his office door, and to your surprise he let you in and shared with you. he ended up enjoying your company more than he expected, and you found he was much softer than he let on. he told you to come back whenever you wanted, and so you did. you’d bring a bottle of wine and cards or a book or something and hang out with him while he finished up his work and decompressed from the day.
he kept a respectful distance from you at first, pulling up his arm chair near his desk so you were close enough to pass the j between and chat with him. but one night after finishing 2 bottles of wine you found yourself pulled into his lap, hands in his hair while you ground yourself onto the outline of his cock through his pants, his hands gripping your hips and whispering the dirtiest praises in your ear. things progressed naturally from there.
“p-please go faster becks, i need it” you whined into his ear now, needing more of him
he instantly started to pick up the pace, his composure cracking at hearing you beg for him. the joint was forgotten about in the ashtray as he brought his now free hand to grab your other knee, holding you open as he thrust deeper into you. your back arched and you pulled his hair tighter
“ohhhh daddyyyyy fucckk” you threw your head back and moaned loudly. “please cum inside me i neeed it”
you haven’t let him do that yet, always having him pull out and cum on you, feeling like it was too intimate for your little situation.
but you were feeling just as possessive of him right now and you wanted him to claim you. your plea elicited an almost growl from the older man beneath you, and you felt him start to go even faster
“yea baby? you want me mark my territory?” he groaned out as he kissed the back of your neck
“yes, yes please i’m yours daddy all yours” you babble, lost in the waves of pleasure that rolled through you, making your toes curl.
he was delighted to hear those words come out of your mouth. he had wanted to make you his the first night you had smoked with him but he didn’t want to misread the situation. he went impossibly faster now, feeling your sweet cunt clench around him tighter, warning him of your impending release.
he hooked one of your legs under his elbow and moves his hand to rub soft and gentle circles on your clit, the action opposite to the way he was currently pounding into your slick pussy. you felt that sweet heat climbing higher and higher and you couldn’t do anything but beg for him, voice desperate
“m so close i need to cum please make me cum you’re so good sooo good becks ahhh ahhh ohh my go-
your words are cut off as he takes your mouth in his, kissing you deeply, swallowing your moans and pleas. he rubs your clit twice, putting the slightest amount of pressure on it, and you’re coming apart in his lap, eyes rolling back as you sob out in pleasure.
your cunt spasms around his cock, making it even more slick as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. he’s also close, he just needs a little bit more
“daaaaaaaaaadddddyyyyyy” you whimper out, sounding completely drunk off his cock as you continue milking him; the sound is so sinful he immediately seizes up and buries himself deep in you before he’s coming as well
you gasp as you feel his hot cum spurt into you, leaking out as his thrusts became sloppy and uneven.
“fucckk you’re so good to me babygirl” he groaned out, starting to sound a little wrecked himself
“you’re mine now do you understand? i don’t want anyone else to touch you like this” he said, his voice thick with desire and possessiveness
you nodded your head dumbly and you felt yourself gush a bit more on his cock at his words.
“lemme hear it baby, i know you can do it” he picked up his pace again after recovering for a few seconds, not satisfied with a nod
“AH OH fuckkk i’m yours daddy i promise” you cried out at the overstimulation. his fingers were rubbing your clit faster now, sliding his slick cock into you, working you quickly towards a second orgam. “i’ve always been yours there’s no one better than you-AH oh my goddd”
he moaned appreciatively in response as he felt your walls flutter around him again, more desperate this time. you squirmed in his lap and panted into his neck as the warm and fuzzy feeling completely overtook your senses. you started to lose control as he continued to use you, feeling yourself about to cum all over him again
“cmon baby” he whispers in your ear
“be a good girl and cum for daddy”
that’s all you needed to hear before you tensed up and squirted all over his lap, the overwhelming intimacy and overstimulation had worked you up. your legs were shaking in his grip and you just sobbed out cries of pleasure mixed with his name as you made a mess all over his lap. he growled in your ear and sped up, chasing his own high.
right as his release hit him he pulled out and came all over your pussy, rubbing his cock in between your folds as he shot ropes of cum onto you. he rasped praises about how good you were for him as the oversensitivity hit you. you went fully limp in his arms, exhausted and content. he dropped your legs and moved to hold you bridal style in his lap, pulling you close to his chest and bringing his hand up to your chin to tilt your head up. he kissed you softly now, taking his time as if he was memorizing your lips. you sighed happily into the kiss, pulling him closer to you. you stayed like that for a while, wrapped in his arms as he kissed you, the gentle intimacy between you two filling the air. you didn’t need to talk about anything, it all felt so natural already.
he pulled away to look at you and he smiled softly, bringing his thumb to rub your bottom lip before pressing one more kiss there.
“thank you so much my sweet girl, you always know how to make me feel better”
you smiled back tiredly, fading fast as you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly in response. you kissed the spot where his shoulder and neck meet before you felt him pick you up, carrying you off to clean you up. you relaxed into his arms and let yourself be taken care of by him, hoping that he’ll take you to bed with him afterwards..
Benn's wanted you for ages, but is unable to act due to you being with his best friend and Captain...
Warnings: Suggestive and mentions of smut, No cheating just Benn yearning for you, and you for him, Shanks pimps you out lowkey, there will be a second chapter full of smut, was just horny as hell for Benn tonight and this came out. enjoy.
MDNI 18+ ONLY
word count: 1.3 k
I want Benn Beckmann soooo bad ugh like imagine when you joined the crew he fell for you instantly. You were alluring and a total wildcard and he liked that and he wanted you all to himself, but Shanks got to you first, seeing what he had seen in you too. And what the captain wants, the captain gets. And so, for the next couple years, Benn was forced to watch the girl of his most secret and private fantasies cling to the arm of his best friend.
It drove him nuts.
He loved Shanks like a brother, but knowing he was the one holding you, protecting you, fucking you made him wildly jealous, and he was never one to care for that type of stuff before.
Wildly jealous for Benn is subtle, though. He’s not going to go crazy but there’s definitely signs. He naturally became more protective over you, using Shanks as an excuse to guard you and be near you when he wasn’t around. “Shanks’ll have my head if I don’t keep you safe in all this chaos” or something along those lines. Everytime. And the way that no one could get close to you at the bars when Shanks wandered off for a moment, Benn naturally took his place and kept you company until he returned, warding off unwanted advances from creeps
He always had a joint rolled for you too, and a cigarette, knowing that you’d always come to him at some point, calling his name sweetly and asking with the most innocent eyes you could muster. “Benny, can you pleeeeease spare a joint for me” you’d say with a small pout. He’d never show it, but he melts at the sight every time. His thoughts will turn dirty for a moment as he’d imagine coming all over your beautiful face as you pumped your hand on his cock just right, the fantasy changing everytime. Sometimes, to keep you close, he’ll pretend he’s on his last one but offers to share with you, which you accept every time without fail, moving to sit next to him while giggling. He ached a bit knowing all he wanted to do was take you back to his room after you smoked and show you how much you drove him crazy, show you how good he could make you feel.
He could hear you with Shanks. You weren’t exactly quiet and Shanks wasn’t inexperienced. Losing an arm did not slow that man down for a second. He’d linger in the hallway, listening to your sweet gasps and whines as his friend’s name rolls off your tongue, wishing that it was him who could be touching you, hearing his name out of your sweet mouth, willing to give up anything for just one night. And sometimes he swears you feel the same way, the lingering glances across the crowded bars the crew frequents in between islands, your gaze strong and a little smug as you take a drag from your cigarette, smoke curling around your lips. Almost as if daring him to come over there. And the way your touch will linger as you two pass the joint around in a comfortable silence, your silence, enjoying the presence of one another.
One time, Shanks fucked up. It wasn’t too bad, but you were pissed and hurt nonetheless and one late night while you were up ruminating over the situation, Benn appeared with a joint and a bottle of whiskey.
You two talked for hours, moving on from your issue with Shanks quite quickly and just chatting with him about life and the past and everything. You ended up falling asleep leaning on him, and he stayed there as long as he could before he gently moved you to lay on the bench where you two had sat, leaving you alone. He didn’t think it would look good to have Shanks’s girl sleeping in his arms while they were in a fight.
Deep, deep down he had prayed that you two would split, as horrible as that sounded, but he didn’t care really. He had tried to get over you, so many times. He had slept with other women and even avoided you for a few months, but nothing worked, and he saw how sad you had gotten. He just kept coming back to you. You of course, forgave Shanks for his transgressions, his charisma and charm were extremely useful tools after all. Plus, he really did love and care for you, you weren’t just some hookup, and Benn recognized how rare that was for his friend, which is why he just dealt with his feelings and bit his tongue. That still didn’t change the way he felt though.
The stars were to align for Benn quite soon though, after him and Shanks were out at some bar on some island once more, drinking the place dry. You were asleep in Shank’s lap, straddling him and hugging him close as you used his cloak as a sort of blanket, making yourself quite cozy. The rest of the crew and even the bartender had left, having just left the bottles they had left in stock on the bar for them and heading home for the night. They were being quite rowdy at some points in their chat, though that didn’t disturb your sleep in the slightest, having been very drunk yourself and used to the antics that they display frequently.
“so” shanks says taking a swig of his drink “when are we going to talk about it”
“Talk about what?” Benn questions, taking a drag from his joint
“About the way you look at my girl” he smirked, not sounding mad at all, more amused
Benn took a looong drag from his joint, held it in just long enough the edges of his vision blurred, fully exhaled, coughed, and then looked at Shanks to respond
“You’re seeing things bub” he said cooly, no nervousness in his voice at all. Shanks laughed at that, one of his belly laughs. You stirred a bit and he moved his arm to wrap around you, petting your back soothingly.
“You only use that nickname when you feel guilty, bub” Shanks threw back quickly after recovering. “It’s okay, I don’t care, I’m open to sharing if ya want.” He shrugged.
Benn looked at him for a moment before putting his j in the ash tray and taking a swig of his drink.
“You’re wasted”
“Yea, so what? I’d say it sober too, if I ever was” Shanks joked again, acting as if he wasn’t casually offering up his girlfriend to his first mate right now.
“What’s the catch?” Benn asked now, the teensiest flicker of hope that this was real washed over him.
“No catch, I swear” Shanks crossed his heart and hoped to die, looks like someone already scratched his eye! “One night with her, I see the way she looks at you too I’m not stupid. I know she’s faithful, but I also know how she is. Gotta let my girl have some fun too, ya know? He jested again, still ever so casual about all this. This cannot have been the first time a situation like this has happened, Benn thought
“Did she mention anything to you?” Benn asked
“Nah but I’ll run it past her when she’s awake and recovered tomorrow, I have a feeling I know what she’ll say though. Shanks brings his hand up to run his fingers through your hair a few times, looking down at you affectionately. “So, what do you say, you want my girl, Beck?” He now grabs his drink and holds it out to him, and invitation seal the deal.
He absolutely did. And if Shanks was going to give him the opportunity, he sure as hell was not going to waste it. He knew this was possibly his only chance to have you in the ways that he so desperately dreamed. He grabbed his cup and held it up before asking one more time.
“One night?”
“One night. And remember Beck, she’s still my girl, don’t forget it”
Trust him, he wouldn’t. That thought had painfully bounced around his head every day for the past two years of his life.
Benn nodded before they clinked glasses once, officially agreeing to what anyone would call, pimping your girlfriend out to your best friend (You want it too don’t worry). He chugged the rest of his drink before standing up, grabbing the rest of his joint from the ashtray and making his leave for the night, leaving you and Shanks as he headed back towards the ship.
His every last nerve was on fire at the conversation he’d just had, relighting his joint and smirking to himself as he smoked. His mind was racing with all the things he was going to do to you, as soon as he got the chance.
