freedom [i won’t let you down] — izzy hands x masc!reader
pairing: izzy hands x amab!masc!reader
word count: 2k
category: smut & fluff
tags: top izzy, bottom reader, established relationship, semi-public fvcking, p in a, creamp1e, slight glove kink, slight emotional hurt comfort, miscommunication, reader is stressed, izzy hands needs a hug, insecure izzy hands, izzy hands is soft for the reader, use of the word c0ck
summary: the crew heard your ‘session’ with izzy, and now you’re stressed because he wants to keep the two of you a secret.
♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧
“Shhh… Shh..”
Izzy’s gloved hand clamps over your mouth, though it does little to muffle the wanton moans that spill out against the supple black leather. He growls against your neck, the short hairs of his beard scratching against the soft flesh of your throat and making you purr with need.
“Shh..” He nuzzles his nose against your cheek and presses a sweet kiss there — a stark contrast to the harsh, needy slap of his hips against yours. “Can’t let anyone hear us, little bird. You know that. Be nice and quiet for me, now…”
You whine into his hand as your body jolts with each forceful thrust. It isn’t often he takes control, but Calypso, when he does; he does.
“I know… I know… It’s just too good, hm?” There is a clear hint of smugness in his tone as his hot breath fans against your ear. Usually you’d want to smack the smug smirk off his face, but now just the sound of pride in his voice makes your tip leak. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him. Nothing ever does. He swipes a bead of pre onto his glove, making you whimper as you rub your cock against the leather, before he brings it to your mouth and shoves it past your lips. “Have a taste of yourself.”
A choked groan surrounds the clothed digit pushed into your mouth and you swirl your tongue around it. Mostly you just taste the dull leather of the glove, but there is a salty essence to it that makes you throb against your own stomach.
“Good boy,” Izzy grunts, pushing at your lower back with his free hand to make you arch more as he drives into you. His hand leaves your mouth and grabs at your hip, dragging you harder into his every thrust. “That’s it.. Takin’ my cock so well…”
He’s close, and you can tell. He always gets the same way when he’s the one fucking you. His muffled grunts and groans turn into shaky gasps that fall past parted lips, each buck of his hips starts to become sloppy and uncontrolled. Not to mention his hands wander, groping at every bit of skin he can reach like it’s his job.
“F-Fuuck.. Take that cock.. Good boy..” He pants. You smack back into him, meeting him halfway every time he impales you on his length. He always loves it when you do that, and this time is no different as it almost immediately pushes him over the edge. A few stuttering snaps of his hips later, he groans and buries himself all the way inside, his cock twitching as he pulses his come inside you.
His hand immediately slips down to wrap around your length and stroke you fast. His gloved fist gives you an almost unbearable amount of friction that has you coming all over his fingers after a few pumps, like some blushing virgin. Your whimpers turn into satisfied little sighs as he plants gentle kisses on your shoulder, his other hand rubbing soothing circles into your hip.
“Fuck, you’re so good. Feel alright?” He whispers and gives your ass a little smack with the back of his hand.
“Yeah,” You huff out a fond laugh, brushing away the bead of sweat gathering on your brow as you straighten up from where you’re bent over and reluctantly pull him out of you. You groan as his softening cock slides out, your hole clenching desperately around nothing, and watch with a pout as he tucks himself back into his pants. If it was up to you, you’d definitely be going another round right now.
A grateful hum leaves you as he helps you back into your black linen shirt and yanks your leather trousers up around your hips. You can’t help but wince as your aching cock rubs against the fabric, biting back a tiny whimper. “Think Stede knows we’ve been gone?”
“Nah,” Izzy scoffs and shamelessly licks your leftover come from his glove. The sight alone sends another bolt of need straight through you, and it’s a struggle to keep your boots rooted to the floor and not to pounce on him all over again. “Bonnet wouldn’t notice a cannon ball if it wasn’t shoved up his—“
“Now,” You scold playfully and reach over to pinch at his arm. “Be nice.”
“No,” Izzy returns simply, wrapping his fingers around the crook of your elbow and tugging you away from the conveniently set up crescent of barrels.
Trying to get Izzy to be a little nicer to people was proving to be… a challenge, that’s for sure. You’ve managed to get him to be nice to you, at least.
Most of the time.
When the two of you emerge on deck and the blistering sun beats down on your faces, Izzy lets his hand fall from your arm. You fight the urge to complain at the loss of contact, especially when his come is still buried deep in your ass and your head is swimming from your orgasm. All you want right now is to cling to him. But you know why you can’t.
He hasn’t said it outright, but it’s obvious Izzy doesn’t want the crew to know about… Whatever is going on between the two of you.
It makes your heart sting just a little bit, but you manage to put your own desire to be public with your attachment aside, in favour of keeping him in his comfort zone. It’s clear he feels safe in your company, and there’s no way in hell you want to do anything to ruin that.
“Alright?” Wee John throws a knowing smirk in your direction as you step away from Izzy to flop down beside him. “Took a while checking the oranges.”
“Mm. Wanted to be thorough after last time,” You give a halfhearted mumble and roll up the billowing sleeves of your shirt until they rest around your elbows. Huffing out a sigh and fanning yourself with your hand, you grumble, “Hot today, isn’t it?”
“Definitely sounded hot. You’ve got a bit of somethin’ on your mouth, by the way.” Wee John gestures to the general area of his own lips.
“What?” You squeak, choking on your saliva upon hearing the accusatory tone in his voice
Wee John tips his head back and lets out a delighted cackle as his large palm smacks at your back. “Oh, don’t act all coy. We all heard you.”
“All of you?” You manage to get out once you’re finished choking on your spit. You throw a glance around the deck at the rest of your crewmates and, sure enough, they’re all staring. And they all look as if they know exactly what you’ve been up to. “Shit.”
“Ah, don’t worry about it. Everyone needs to blow off some steam. But… Izzy the Spewer? Really?” Wee John snorts, judgement ringing clear in his tone.
“Calypso help me,” You mumble and bury your flushed face in your hands, pointedly ignoring the sound of Wee John snickering beside you.
Izzy’s going to be so mad.
♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧
Dinner is about as awkward as you anticipated.
The others sneak little glances at you, thinking they’re being subtle about the way they look you up and down. As soon as you meet their gazes, they suddenly look away and clear their throats. There is a deafening silence draped over the tables, one that you can’t quite take anymore after about ten minutes of it. Muttering a string of curses under your breath, you suddenly stand from the table and abandon your plate, leaving the eating area to head back up on deck.
The walk up the steps seems to take an eternity as guilt eats away at you, tugging at your heartstrings as your mind screams at you; Izzy will be pissed if he finds out that people know. He won’t want you anymore. He’ll leave you.
You make a beeline for the captain’s quarters, where you know Izzy is eating with Ed and Stede — much to his disdain. Your knuckles rap twice against the door in a sharp knock. There is some grumbling and the scrape of a chair against the floor from inside, before Izzy yanks the door open.
“What—“ The venomous spit of a word dies on his tongue when he sees you standing there, and his fierce expression softens. “Oh… I thought you were eatin’ with the others?”
You can’t take it. How are you supposed to make small talk when you feel like you might throw up at any given moment?
“Everyone knows that we fucked,” You blurt out. “And I think they know that we do it often.”
Izzy’s whole body tenses, his shoulders forming a tight line as his jaw goes rigid. “Hm?”
“I’m sorry,” You whisper desperately. “I know you didn’t want anyone to know about us—“
Izzy’s thick brows knit together into a deep frown and he steps out on deck with you, pulling the door to the captain’s quarters shut behind him. “Hey… That isn’t true.”
All you can do in response for a second is frown right back at him. It isn’t true? But he’s been so secretive since your first time together, always creeping around with you and trying to keep you quiet…
“But—“
“I just,” He pauses to puff out a deep sigh and rub his fingertips over his beard. “I don’t wan’ you to be embarrassed. With me.”
“Embarrassed?” You let out a soft breath, your shoulders sagging from their tense line around your jaw. “Why would I be embarrassed?”
“Come on,” Izzy scoffs weakly, his hand moving to scratch at the nape of his neck. “We both know ‘m not the most desirable of partners. The crew’ve probably been takin’ the piss all day. You’re stunnin’, and I’m...”
“Don’t care what the crew think,” You murmur and take a few steps closer to him, until your bodies are almost pressed together. “I love being with you. I think you’re desirable. I think you’re stunning. And only Wee John made fun. Think the others are too scared of being screamed at by you.”
“You like bein’ with me?” Izzy mumbles. He shifts almost uncomfortably and rests his free hand on your cheek, his touch incredibly gentle as the digits brush against your cheekbone. “You mean it?”
“Yeah, Iz,” You whisper and lean into his hand with a content sigh. “I mean it. You’re perfect to me. I couldn’t ask for anyone else to call mine. I don’t think you realise how much I… How much you mean to me.”
A shaky gasp leaves Izzy’s parted lips and he presses closer still, resting his forehead against yours and allowing his eyes to flutter shut. “Shit. You make my heart hurt when you say things like that. Damn you, man.”
“Shut up and kiss me, idiot.”
“Yes, boss,” Izzy huffs and uses his hand on your cheek to pull you closer, letting his lips slide against yours in a tender kiss. You’re no stranger to sweet affection from him, but it still makes you melt every damn time. Especially when you’re already overwhelmed with relief and pure love for him.
The sudden cacophony of wolf whistles and cheers from behind you makes you yelp and almost jump out of your skin. You whirl around to find the whole crew — sans the captains — watching the pair of you with grins on their faces.
“We knew you were boinking!” Frenchie shouts with glee.
Izzy begins to growl, probably about to curse them out and give them week long punishments, but you shush him and brush your fingers over his beard. “Shhh. Just let them have their moment, and they’ll get over it by tomorrow,” You snicker. It’s true, and you can see that knowledge settling in his eyes. The crew don’t exactly have the best attention spans.
“Fine,” Izzy snarls, and he’s swarmed in an instant.
As the crew surround the pair of you, poor Izzy is subjected to a series of questions — who’s on top? how long has it been going on? will Stede marry the two of you? why not? — and he looks ready to chuck himself overboard at any moment. But even amongst the chaos and the barrage of questions being tossed his way, you notice him looking back at you once or twice with a soft look of pure adoration glimmering in his eyes.
And you watch him in return with a matching expression.
This went better than you could have ever expected.
