#tw.objectification

[magnoliamaryjane]

Being blamed is such a turn on for me.

"You can't blame me if you look like that."

"I couldn't resist, your face is just too adorable."

"Why are you crying? You wanted the attention, now you have it."

"If you didn't want to be ogled at, why would you go out wearing that dress?"

"Clearly, you wore your hair up to show off your neck. Of course I had to squeeze the pretty thing."

"Oh, I wasn't supposed to cum in you? You shouldn't have made me feel so good, then."

[p-antomime]

helping hand!

ᜊ. k. ayato + k. ayaka, r. diluc + a. kaeya! — sibling helping sibling with girls is always a good deal!

𖦹 minors don’t interact.

𖦹 content: sub!fem!reader, unprotected sex, breeding!kink, slight degradation!kink, praise!kink, hints of cucking, tribbing, objetification, possessiveness.

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Kaeya likes to challenge others, to test how far they will go and how far morals can be put in check. That's why he, with the most neutral and calm face possible, asked Diluc one day: "What if I fucked your girl sometime, huh? How would you react?", and the red haired guy would just look at him like it was just another joke. A harmless joke that Kaeya would probably forget about a few hours ago, but the reality was different: he had been thinking about it for a long time, and he thought that Diluc should be flattered to have him lusting after you, because it proved that you were beautiful, adorable, cute, breakable and corruptible. 

And Kaeya Alberich's thesis proved true as soon as he got you pinned against his foster brother's bed, cock balls deep in you and hand pulling you by the neck to look at your boyfriend sitting in front of the bed swaying as his dick stretched your pussy real good — the only rule was: Kaeya couldn't cum inside you and Diluc couldn't touch you until he had finished everything. By everything Kaeya meant: whispering how much better he could fuck you compared to Diluc, how tight your pussy was and how well you were taking him, how he knew that underneath all that cute little girlfriend mask of yours you were just a slut waiting for a guy like him to fuck you braindead.  

"See, 'Luc? How your girl is moaning like a slut? She moans like that to you too?", Kaeya would ask as he went deeper and Diluc, uncomfortably trying to sit up in his armchair without making his boner too apparent, would answer, "If you ask me that again ‘m going to start thinking you're trying to steal my girlfriend.” 

And Kaeya's primary response was going to be an amused giggle before sliding two fingers up against your clit to massage it and moaning at feeling it so puffy, "She's beggin' me to steal her from you with her pussy milking me so fucking well, her pussy looks so cockhungry, you never bred your pretty girl, hm? What a shame!" — maybe Kaeya was going to break his part of the prior deal, but who could blame him? Your walls would be so pretty painted with his sticky white cream.

Ayato, on the other hand, likes control. He is a possessive, controlling man, but to some extent kind and accepting; that's why he allowed Ayaka to keep you as a personal plaything, since the possibility of you having a solid relationship didn't interest you so much, it was more like "fuck buddies" and for her it was fine too, it was a win-win. And for Ayato it was nice, good too – in the beginning, until he unwittingly walked down the main hallway of the Clan residence while the door to his sister's room was half-open and you, with legs spread wide and head dropped back with a blissed out face, were using her thigh to get off, riding it, he swore he could perfectly see the way your glistening pussy was wetting her skin so well.  

It was a stroke of luck that your eyes opened just as Ayato was swallowing dry and feeling all his blood concentrating between his legs, his orbs locked on yours and you were too lost in pleasure to realize that the most important guy in the family was for the first time lusting after a little toy that wasn't his, but could be and became his as soon as the next day, he called the two of you into his office already planning how he was going to convince his sister to let him touch you, but, deep down, the only thing he needed was your consent all by itself and you gave it to him without much thought and without the courage to look at his sister because, deep down, his lustful gaze through the doorway had haunted your dreams last night and made you wake up with your pussy dripping wet.  

"She's always so obedient, huh? Almost a good, well-behaved puppy just like Thoma", Ayaka's older brother spoke keeping your legs spread as his long, slender fingers moved in and out of your heat after repeatedly hitting deeper spots, "You're so shy right now, puppygirl, you weren't this shy yesterday while my sister was railing you, what changed?"  

Ayato would ask standing up and unbuttoning his own pants just enough for his dick to escape, after all, he is a busy man who needs to get back to work after ruining your tight holes with his sticky cum; you, on the other hand, knew that if you answered he would have some humiliating response contradicting you and so just looked away to where Ayaka was standing, with your mouth half open trying to breathe, whimper and beg at the same time. 

His sister approached, putting hands on your cheeks to pull you into a needy, messy kiss that didn't last long — her brother wanted your full attention on him, since she'd already had your whole body to herself last night, and so he pounded deep inside you, his cock kissing your cervix and making you throw the head back in bliss just like yesterday as you felt him forcing your walls to take him to the base, "Stop playing with my puppytoy, Ayaka, you already had all of her puppycunt yesterday, now it's my turn, you should just be watching.” 

Just then he forced your body down against the table full of work papers and held you pinned down by the waist to start pounding inside your tight pussy and turn you into a drooling mess, all braindead over his cock.

Diluc is so thoughtful, but at the same time so distant; distant enough that you, Kaeya's best friend, didn't know if you were interpreting correctly the anxious, lustful, hesitant eyes he cast at you every time you arrived at their house for a typical game and movie night organized usually by the blue-haired man who knew that the guy who lived with him desired you so much that he was careless when he gets off in the middle of the night and moaned your name thinking he was doing it low, even though the walls were thin.  

One game night, Kaeya pulled him into the corner of the room while you had gone into the bathroom to change out of your pajamas and said he would help him "have something" with you, to which Diluc naively thought it would be some weekend date... until he saw you strangely restless next to him, under the covers. You were sitting between the two of them, as usual, but your blue-haired best friend's hand, unlike usual, was sliding further and further up against the thin fabric of your pajamas and panties, which got wetter and wetter, and you were terrible at disguising what was happening — and in the end you didn't even need to: Diluc thought "it was now or never" and slowly slid a hand of his own down the middle of your legs, until he found the other man's fingers already playing with your clit and used it to slide two fingers into your tight pussy; his cock immediately getting harder than it already was from the moment he saw the short shorts of the pajamas.  

"Isn't she tight, Diluc?", Kaeya was about to ask with a sideways smile on lips as he used his other hand holding your hips up to encourage you to move them against the red haired man's hand, "You can feel how tight she is using something else, don't you know? You don't wanna feel her raw pussy clenchin' down around your dick? It's such a fucking amazing feeling, you're gonna love it.” 

Diluc moaned at the thought and felt dirty for wanting you on an almost insane, almost obsessive level, but the wet sounds of his fingers and your sly moans guided him to pull down his own sweatpants, push your ass up and face down and thrust himself into you until he moaned in your ear, feeling you take him to the base and immediately had your walls completely accommodate him, as if they were made to be fucked by Diluc Ragnvindr while your mouth was being used by Kaeya Alberich. 

Ayaka loved you so much. So much! But the problem was that she didn't know how to talk to you without slurring her words or thinking if she was acting right, acting like a good reminiscent of the Kamisato Clan, after all, around you she was almost a princess. And Ayato watched everything, from the gentle way you smiled at her, probably thinking it was adorable to see her trying to woo you, to the way Ayaka shivered when your fingers accidentally bumped or brushed against hers. 

He could give you to Ayaka, simply give you to her as a little doll or gift, but he needed to have something in return, what's the point of giving something to his sister if he can't enjoy it at least a little? That's why it wasn't long before you were over his little sister's body with pussy glistening and dripping over hers, puffy clit against puffy clit and the mixture of your fluids and hers dripping down hers and yours thighs as she dictated the pace and Ayato pulled you into a kiss before placing a delicate hand of yours on his hard dick to start pumping it and teasing the swollen tip leaking more and more pre-cum. 

"She's– her pussy is just s'oh g-good, I can feel her ngh!", Ayaka's eyes rolled upwards, her hips endlessly forcing themselves against yours and your pussy clenching over hers more and more as a sideways little smile appeared on her older brother's lips. 

"Can you feel her throbbing, can't you?", Ayato asked his sister after undoing the kiss with you and seeing a fillet of saliva connect his lips to yours, "She has such a slutty pussy, it makes me keep wondering if it won't need to be filled to stop being this greedy", he whispered and let the head fall back with your hand continuing to move up and down on his dick, "Be filled with my cum or with your fingers, Ayaka, you have to start making her understand what exactly her holes are made for, got it?" 

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[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: Gang rape with Shiratorizawa??

This is um.. a little rough. A little meaning very. Also, granddaughter of Coach Washijo.

Warnings: implied abusive family relations, dollificiation/objectification, noncon, no lube/dry sex (vaginal and anal), blood, gangbang, manhandling, m. oral receiving/face fucking, rough sex, double penetration, sex toys [butt plug, vibrator, blindfold, open mouth gag], facial, creampie(s), degradation, you don’t orgasm but it’s not orgasm denial

Shiratorizawa + Noncon and Gangbang

Whenever the team lost, you were always the ragdoll that took damage. Your grandfather always told his prime team members that they had built up stress to get rid of. Instead of eating and crying as a team bonding exercise, they would all take out their frustrations, anger, stress, and sadness out on you. No complaints you spoke of would be heard, falling on ears of the ones who hurt you.

The one thing you’re glad for is that your grandfather leaves you to your own devices. He shuts the doors with his back turned to you, letting his team ravage you as he turns a blind eye. You don’t think he cries for you, either. You’re a burden on him and this is the only way you’re useful. Even if the way you’re handled is horrible and the pain never quite fades, you’re stuck with this kind of life.

The kind of life where Tendō forces your mouth to stay open. Not only does it shut out any complaints you have, but it also gives them easy access to your mouth. Shirabu and Kawanishi hold you down as Tendō places the gag and Semi has enough strength to hold down your legs. Once it’s on, Goshiki takes the first turn to using your opened mouth. The gag prevents you from biting down on him, preventive measures they’ve learned from since the first time they did it.

With Goshiki fisting your hair, fucking his cock into you, Ushijima takes it upon himself to loosen you up. You’ve never been loose for them, needing proper preparation that they lack. Holding your legs up, you try to squirm out of his hold as he brushes his cock against your ass, moving right past your pussy. Unlike some, you weren’t dripping at the prospect of Shiratorizawa’s VBC fucking you silly; it never bothered them, of course. Pushing past your puckered hole, your screams were muffled by Goshiki keeping your mouth pressed flush against his abdomen, cutting off proper circulation as you gagged around his length, trying to not throw up. Tears streaked down your face, snot bubbling out of your mouth as Goshiki rutted himself against your mouth, keeping you silent as Ushijima split you open by force. Warm blood spilled out, covering his cock as he tried to gently thrust into you.

“Look at you. Only just began and you’re looking like a grade B whore. Don’t you have any shame?” Shirabu hisses, digging his fingers in the side on your cheeks, your eyes rolling back as you gag on Goshiki’s cock once more. His rutting soon turns to you being shallowly fucked on his cock until cum spills from his tip, making you choke and cough as it activates your gag reflex. White creamy fluid bubbles from your nose and drips out of your mouth as Goshiki rubs his flaccid, soaked cock all over your face, getting his cum and your snot on his dick before sticking it back into your mouth. Goshiki pulls out of you once he’s satisfied, leaving you to scream and plea for mercy as Ushijima fucks your raw ass, his only lube being your spilled blood. Shirabu lets Yamagata take his place holding you down as he fucks his hand, barely letting the tip touch your cheek as you wail. Tendō is ready with a dark cloth, covering your eyes and quickly securing it, your eyes completely blinded.

With darkness over your eyes, you’re able to hear the members moving around despite Shirabu’s sharp grunting as he pumps his cock next to you. Semi says something to Ushijima in hushed tones, but you hear it clear as day.

They were gonna fuck you together.

Attempts to scream and move away were quickly shut out when you began squirming, Tendō’s long fingers entering your pussy as a way to calm you down. Aside from his fingers, a vibrator clicked on and was brought to your clit. You threw your head back at the feeling of pleasure rippling through you immediately, only to have it move away from the little nub and closer to the entrance of your pussy. Whining wouldn’t deter them, but you still whine at the prospect of Tendō pushing the bulky head of the vibrator inside of you. It’s a painful stretch, hardly any lubrication to help it ease into you, instead burning as you wiggled, finding Ushijima and Semi holding you down.

Ushijima had yet to pull out of your ass, instead thrusting a bit harder as he chased his own release. You wouldn’t get a chance to have your own end if they played their cards properly, only wishing to satisfy themselves. While your focus was down between your legs, Shirabu had finished getting off to your face, painting it in his dripping cum as some landed in your mouth. “Damn. A lot got on the blindfold,”

“Next time, we should let her see,” Semi cooed, rubbing your thigh in faux comfort. “So she can see how much we enjoy doing this,”

“I wouldn’t mind finishing to the image of her wide eyes full of pain and fear, that’s for sure,” Shirabu chuckles, rubbing his cock against your coated cheek. Whining, he slaps you with his cock a bit. “Shut up, dumb bitch. I’d tell you to clean me, but you can’t even handle that,”

You can’t even give a proper response as you’re shaking your head and squirming as Tendō starts to move the vibrator out, only to completely turn it off and leave you dry for your hole to be used. Ushijima soon finishes his first load into your ass, groaning as he fills you up. As soon as he pulls out, Tendō is there to plug you back up, making sure that his cum stays locked inside your ass with a butt plug.

“It’ll add to her pleasure, I’m sure of it,” he croons, moving the plug a bit as you squirm. “Now, you two can have your fun,”

“Next year, you guys can do this. I’m sure Coach Washijo will keep his team’s favorite toy around for years to come, so you can take to splitting her open when she’s dry,” Semi says, rubbing his leaking cock along your folds. It’s throbbing even as his tip is placed on your inner thigh.

“She’s nothing but a toy to use. Don’t worry about comfort,” Ushijima states, rubbing his bloody cum soaked cock on your folds as well, tip bumping against Semi’s. It’s a team effort, holding your legs wide open as the two biggest cocks sink into your cunt, your screams hardly muffled by the gag. Tendō takes it upon himself to shove the vibrator in your mouth, muffling your screams and making you gag as he moves it in and out of your mouth. The vibrations are louder than your screams, letting the boys focus on how Ushijima and Semi easily plow open your entrance.

It’s easy to split you open when they’re not worried about your comfort, instead just pushing on into you until they no longer can with the occasional gentle thrust. Once they’re both in you fully, they alternate their thrusts into you and focus completely on their own pleasure. Tears streak down your face, staining the blindfold and smearing the drying cum on your face while Yamagata and Kawanishi pinch, tweak, and twist your nipples to get a reaction from you.

By the time your reactions are no longer fun to them, your body losing all energy it has, most of the team have lost their interest in you. You’re no fun when you don’t fight them, but Tendō and Semi always stay a little longer to play with you. They enjoy you better when you’re so pliant.

[gingersnaaps]

also can i say my first kink was being cucked by a s/o

i loooove being jealous

i don’t blame you. cuckolding is a classic!

i feel like kenma would be mean and brutally honest enough for this heh

tw/tags: n*fw, reader gets cucked, objectification, hints of bodyshaming, very mean, do not read if you get insecure easily

the worst part is that he makes you watch.

or, to be more precise: he fucks her in the same room you’re in and you find that you can’t look away.

you watch, a terrible churning feeling in your gut, eyes locked onto the way he pulls her hair and drives his cock deep into her cunt. he lets out a soft, breathy moan, fingers digging into her hips - her beautiful, curved hips - and looks directly at you.

“she’s tighter,” he says, amusement dancing across his features. “tighter and wetter and better.”

better than you.

bitterness twists inside you. you can’t help but look at the show she puts on, arching her back as she moans like a whore, her pretty face contorted into a blissful display of pleasure.

“she’s got better tits,” he continues, as if reviewing a product. “perkier. a nicer shape. and her ass - are you seeing this? here, turn around, let’s get a better angle so that she can see.”

he flips her around, puts her into a position so that you get an unobstructed view of all of her: the smooth lines and contours of her body, and of course, her dripping pussy. the one that’s making him feel better than yours ever did, drawing out stuttered gaps and hurried thrusts as he chases his own pleasure.

the only thing worse than the jealousy, the humiliation?

it’s the shame that courses through your body when you realize that you’ve soaked your panties watching.

[staranix]

i want a sub who stares at me with their blank, stupid gaze, eyes wide and helpless as they ask, “am i a good girl?”

i want someone so broken, so empty, that being good for me is the only thing they ever think about. someone docile and quiet and pliant, a pretty doll i can play with however i want.

[p-antomime]

Ocean's language.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 4,2K.

𖦹 content: sub!reader, mean dom!ran, fingering, overstimulation, dry humping, unprotected sex, hair pulling, objetification, really slight degradation, breeding kink, nicknames.

𖦹 pairings: pirate!haitani ran x prisioner!f!reader.

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Ran whistled once, and it was enough. A sublime whistle, which cut through the air filled with gunpowder and the smell of blood and restored a cryptic order that the entire crew followed without blinking.

— Mhm! Lemme see, lemme see! — He spoke good-naturedly climbing down from the main mast using one of the thick ropes that connected it to the mizzen and foremasts. — What did we get this time?

— They have lots of money, gold! I think they were going to take the West Indian route to get to Europe! — A sailor said, stuffing his hands into bags of gold coins, and Ran agreed, looking around the dock until his attention fell on a group of four people in clothes that belonged to the privateers from the looted ship.

— What about those thugs over there? — The captain asked before whistling to another sailor, receiving a knife thrown in his direction from the air, then grabbing it his right hand and walking to the dock. — It’s not easy to see survivors of our plundering, I can say I’m surprised.

— They came from the Queen. — Ran understood that he was referring to Great Britain.

— Oh, so we have friends of Miss Anne's from Britain. — A mocking laugh escaped his lips. — How good to know. — Ran stopped in front of the group of four people and gestured with two fingers for the linen bags covering the heads of each person to be removed.

In reality, it was a group of three men and a girl, almost all as young as the captain himself.

Ran's frown creased as he stared at this girl with disheveled hair and a cut on her lower lip from fighting with one of his sailors and losing. It was not that common to see Corsair girls; the last time he had seen one was almost two years ago, when he was still aspiring to become a pirate on the dirty streets of Nassau.

— Mhm! — Ran huffed, slapping the handle of his knife against his cheek, looking at that group of outsiders as if he had too many options to use to finish them off at once. — Crew, what do y’all think I should do with these guys here? — Immediately, several voices around the docked ship shouted in unison: "Kill!" and an amused chuckle escaped his lips. — Nah, nah, y’all think so small, we have more fun things to do with captured prisoners!

Ran called to three sailors with two finger gestures, looked at the only girl among those three prisoners and whispered to them to tie the three men to the main mast before walking in front of her and looking her up and down.

— I didn't know the Crown was brainwashing girls now, aren't you too afraid of what awaits you in the oceans, honey? — Your frown creased at the question, you were expecting a quick death, not a humorous conversation.

— The worst that could happen to me has already happened, hasn't it? — You replied, trying to blow a strand of hair away from your face, since your hands were tied behind your back by a rope that was difficult to untie.

— The worst? — Ran shrugged, leaning the tip of his knife on your chin to make you stop moving your face while he talked to you. — Honey, you should thank me for rescuing you from the clutches of those mercenaries. — His head swiveled in the direction of the three other guys being tied to the main mast as a form of punishment.

— They are my friends!

— They were your friends. — The captain replied with a small smile on his side. — Now, they’re my property, just like you. — Your face contorted in disgust and sickness and you tried to move away from the knife on your chin.

When Ran pressed the blade a little harder against it, you thoughtlessly gathered up most of the saliva that was still inside your dry mouth and spat it onto one of his cheeks.

— Y’all are disgusting, disgusting barbarians! You–

Your voice died. As soon as you noticed the whole crew was looking at the captain and at you, and they were not looks of anger or concern, but fear for his reaction, although he remained completely calm in front of you with lilac orbs fixed on your angry face and his hair falling in his face slowly.

— Disgusting? — A small laugh escaped his lips and a hand went to wipe the spit from his cheek. — At least I'm a slob who can teach you manners like a girl should have. — His head turned to the side and a hiss came from his lips again. — Oi, Rindou! Hoist the sails, take the helm, to Nassau!

Ran nodded his head at you and they exchanged two suggestive eyebrow raises before the crew captain hooked a hand through your hair and began to drag you toward the door built into the dock which, by means of a small and narrow staircase, led to the room he usually shared with his brother during the long days of ocean travel.

At that moment you tried to grab the door frame to keep him from pushing you into that sailing room, but Ran simply kicked your wrist away and finished forcing your body inside while you grunted in pain and tried, now, to get his hand out of your hair.

He released you in the middle of the room, kneeling beside the large table containing several maps and compasses, and sat down in the small padded chair beside it.

— So? The fuck was an Anne of Britannia ship doing in these parts? — You rolled eyes.

— As if I’d answer you anything after all this.

— You should, if you knew what was best for you. — He bent down to pick up the bottle of rum that Rindou kept on the small table attached to the bed. — Did you know that the only thing keeping those guys from touching you is me? No need to thank me!

— You're so, so, so kind, Captain. — The tone dripped with irony and sarcasm, and you watched him take a long sip of his alcoholic drink.

— My kindness has limits sometimes.

— May I ask ‘til where it extends? — A wry smile appeared on his lips.

— If you keep acting like a dumb girl, you'll find out soon enough. — You leaned back against the desk.

— How do I know you won't kill me after you've extracted all the information I have? — Ran frowned.

— I thought you were willing to die for the Crown, honey. — And you sighed.

— If I was, I'd be in the Royal Navy; I only die for myself.

— Let's make a deal, shall we? — Your eyes rose up to stare at him. — I'll let you go, you tell me everything you know, I'll let you live, you can even... maybe, if you behave, go back to wherever it is you came from in Britain. — Your frown creased.

— It would be fairer not to have me as a prisoner anymore!

— Mhm, properties don't argue, properties agree to my terms. — You grunted and he looked at you suggestively before taking another long sip of his drink.

— Whatever.

After saying this, you began to talk about almost all the information you had, which wasn't much because you hadn't even been a privateer for a long time. There were less than seven months of you in this sea life versus almost two years of Ran.

Ironically, you felt strangely good to see him paying attention to everything that came out of your mouth. He even giggled lightly at your little jokes about calling the monarchs pigs, and in less than thirty, forty minutes, it didn't even seem like he was the same guy who had dragged you into that body-shaped cabin, but rather an old friend you found again.

Ran did let go of your wrists, but did not allow you to touch the maps on the table or sit in one of the chairs in the room. He liked to watch you from above, to see you have to lift your head to face him, so much so that at one point he got distracted in the middle of what you were saying about the looting of other British ships because he was thinking about how cute you got when you were talking enthusiastically about a subject that you mastered.

— And... — He interrupted you.

— Oh, wait, I think I heard someone calling me outside. — Ran rose from his chair and walked to the door, feeling suddenly too nervous, not trusting his own mind after thinking something positive about a prisoner like you, whom he barely knew.

— No one did–

Before you could say anything else, he was already opening the door, walking through it and closing it locked from the outside. And the whole crew, including Rindou, looked at him curiously.

— The fuck are y’all looking at? Go back to what you guys were doing! — Ran grumbled before swallowing hard, climbing the stairs to the helm and pushing his brother away to take his rightful place as captain. — Will we arrive in Nassau later today?

— I don't think so, maybe tomorrow morning? — Rindou replied and Ran swallowed slowly.

In fact, it was not possible for the crew to reach Nassau later that day and by the time Ran returned to his room after long hours of manning the helm and ordering the guys to leave the prisoners alone on the main mast from time to time, you were already... sleeping. Like an angel on the bed that usually only the oldest of the brothers used, since Rindou preferred to participate in the night watch.

It was understandable that you were tired, your life had turned upside down in a few hours, your brain probably hadn't gotten used to the fast pace of Ran's Man-Of-War yet.

So he let you sleep and promised himself that it would be the first and last time, especially as soon as he lay down next to you trying not to rub his body against yours too much so as not to wake you up and pulled the thin sheets over your shoulders.

In the late night and early morning, probably around four o'clock, he eventually couldn't sleep properly and preferred to go rummaging through the table in search of his maps that he would need to exchange for money or gunpowder in Nassau.

It was morbidly quiet in the room, so much so that he could almost hear your quiet breathing the same way he heard your initial sigh before you woke up rubbing eyes and giving little yawns.

— You sleep too much. — Ran said without looking at you arranging the maps on the table.

— Me...? — You asked without knowing exactly what he was referring to until you touched the soft sheets of the bed and felt a little embarrassed that you had stolen his place there. — S-Sorry, I... — A hiss came out of his mouth, you were supposed to shut up.

— I'm not angry, I let you sleep after all. — Ran raised eyes to stare at you. — But tomorrow I won't be so charitable anymore. — You yawned before putting thoughts in order.

— ‘Cause we’re going to be in Nassau?

— "We”? I was thinking of throwing you into the sea before we got there. — His tone was playful and you rolled your eyes. — But, yeah, yeah, because of Nassau.

For the rest of the morning, the two of you talked about routes and he even let you drink water for the first time in many hours since your old ship was ambushed on the high seas.

In the early afternoon, when Rindou was asleep and Ran took the helm, you, for the first time in the life, found yourself walking down the side steps of the huge ship docked in the Pirate Republic and stepping onto the hot sand of the coast. It would be a lie to say that you were not surprised to see how organized things were there, even if it was a predominantly male place.

Ran, guiding you with one arm around your shoulders, led you to what he called his personal fortress and you teased him about that awful name, but, all in all, it was just a two-story building that looked more like a tavern than a place to be used by a crew to sleep.

— So? — You asked looking at him after scanning that spacious room with an ocean view with your eyes and crossing arms over your bust. — What’s your plans for me? — Ran sat down in a chair set up in front of a table similar to the one he had on the ship.

— It depends on how useful you are to me. — You walked over to the large window in the room and propped your elbows up there without caring that he grunted at your lack of discipline.

— When I left home a few months ago I wasn't planning to become a pirate, my mom would kill me if she knew. — You looked over one shoulder and saw him looking at you as if to ask if you were serious. — What?! She thinks I went to Spain...

Then a good-natured laugh escaped his lips.

— Theoretically, you’re in a part of Spain, those Spanish ruled Nassau before the British took this piece of land from ‘em. — Ran answered, rising from his chair, walking over to the window and standing beside your with his elbows propped up against the its frame. — And what are you, huh? Mama's little girl? — You looked at him offended.

— Eww! No, your dumbass! — Your eyes rolled and then stared at the horizon of the ocean. — But seriously, answer me, what's your plan for me? — He shrugged.

— I don't usually bring women aboard my ship. — You opened a provocative smile.

— Why? Afraid that I'm better than you at what you do? — Ran raised an eyebrow before he slid his gaze down your body and, in the end, gave a mocking laugh.

— There’s nothing you can do better than me. — You squinted your eyes at him.

— You sure about it?

— Absolutely.

The two of you remained silent, just staring at each other as if whoever looked away would be considered less strong than the other. It was a competition between just the two of you and before you could anticipate the captain's next actions or words, his body leaned toward you, your heart beat a little faster and you tried to move the head in the opposite direction until Ran tangled fingers in your hair and kept your face still.

— Afraid you might like it? — You ran your tongue over lips, feeling how close his breath was to your face, and your eyes fell from his lilac orbs to his ajar mouth.

— I won't. — A small chuckle escaped him, you shrugged your shoulders.

— So can I do it?

You honestly didn't want to answer out loud, didn't want to give him the satisfaction of having given up the imaginary tug-of-war between you two so easily, so your hands were only on the back of his neck, trying to get his face closer to yours more calmly, to give you time to think straight. But, calm?

Haitani Ran doesn't know that. Nothing in his life was calm like the ocean.

His lips brushed yours hard, took yours in a needy, intense kiss that lasted no more than five seconds without deepening and having his tongue slide into your mouth while his hands slid from your hair to your back and then your waist to finish gluing your body to his and you desperately tangled fingers in his thin blouse because you had the impression that your legs would waver as he continued to assault your mouth with fervor.

Ran was good at what he did, you had to mentally admit that to yourself. He was good enough that you didn't even realize that his fingers had sneaked into your clothes and were now brushing against the warm skin of your belly as his body walked blindly backward and carried you along until you both fell onto the bed, your body on top of his.

Your hips rolled against his and a small moan escaped from his mouth against yours, the kiss being undone only for Ran to start leaving nibbles and kisses on your neck. His hands hooked around your waist and began to move your body against his, your wet pussy rubbing against his cock over the layers of clothing you were both wearing.

— Fuck, Captain, I thought I was just your property not your fuckdoll. — You teased him and let your head fall back to allow his mouth to mark you however it wanted.

— Now, you're both. — Ran retorted with his hands clenching around your ass before taking them to your blouse and pulling it up. — And–

His voice was interrupted by two knocks on the bedroom door and he rolled eyes before shouting a "What?!" in the direction of it. You slid eyes down his frustrated face and slowly leaned in to leave little wet kisses on his neck and collarbones that were exposed by his ajar blouse.

While Ran concentrated on what one of his men was talking about on the other side of the closed door, his lips couldn't stop leaving little grunts as yours worked on his neck and your pussy continued to rub against his dick.

— Man! I'm kinda busy right now, if... — Ran bit his lower lip as he felt you roll onto his lap and a hand clamp down on your thigh in a silent command for you to stop. — Fuck! Call Rindou, I'm so fucking busy right now, in a few minutes I'll be down to take care of everything! — A small smile appeared on your lips as you felt your captain's fingers slide into your pants and brush against your folds.

It didn't take long before the two of you heard footsteps distancing themselves in the hallway and Ran's attention fell on you before his other hand tangled in your hair and pulled your face away from his neck.

— You're such an attention-seeking whore, aren't you? Tsk, you can barely think straight when it comes to cock. — You bite the lower lip feeling more of your slick wet your underwear, which has been pushed aside so that his fingers can start rubbing your clit.

— You're the one who can barely contain your own moans when a girl is humping over you, you're the only manwhore here. — You replied, wrapping hands around his blouse to expose his chest and trying not to let anything but gasps escape as Ran was busy playing with your pussy between his fingers.

He stared at you for long minutes before, without warning, slamming them inside you and making you roll eyes up with your body falling forward against his. His cock even hurt just watching you being disassembled so easily like that.

— How cute, all your attitude disappears as soon as you have something filling your pussy. — His mouth latched onto your neck again and seconds later his fingers were moving in and out with the wet noises getting louder and louder and you bit his shoulder to keep almost no moans out and he pulled your face back by your hair until you were staring at him. — Hm? The fuck d’you think you're doing? Lemme hear your moans! — Your walls tightened and those digits curved right up against your most sensitive spot, it was impossible not to let whimpers and moans escape and try to force your hips against his hand. — Or are you afraid of my crew knowing that you spread your legs for a guy like me so quickly like this?

— Afraid? — You said breathlessly as your hands dropped to his pants to unbutton them, his digits increasing their rhythm inside your tight pussy and causing some of your slick to start running down the inner thighs. — You're not even ngh that good at this. — They curved inside you again.

— I'm not the one who's almost crying to keep from moaning about two fingers, you lie very badly. — His fingers kept hitting your most sensitive spot and you swore you were starting to get blurred vision as the orgasm threatened to wash over your body.

And Ran knew it too, he was fucking your pussy for the first time and it wasn't hard to understand how your body behaved, so much so that only seconds before you actually came with your legs already trembling, his fingers came out of you and left you frustrated moaning in irritation.

Seconds later, one of his arms was pulling you to your feet and he began to guide you to a spot that you only realized was the bedroom window when your back slammed against the window frame and a warm wind whipped across your face. Your pants came completely off your body halfway down, and now Ran was wrapping your legs around his hips after getting rid of the rest of his own clothes.

— T-The fuck are you doing! Oh my... — He put a hand in the middle of your bust and forced your body back until your back was completely against the window frame and you desperately tried to grab his broad shoulders for support.

— I like to show off my new toys. — Ran looked at you suggestively before rubbing his cock between your wet folds, your entrance literally pulsing over his tip, you so needed to have something filling you up; he knew it. — And I know my new lil‘ toy wants to cum so badly, doesn’t it? — His face tilted so that his mouth hooked onto your tits and leave kisses on your skin. — But, if you want it so bad, why don't you try fucking yourself on my cock, hm? It's right below you, you just have to work a lil’ harder to get me inside you, doll.

You choked on your own saliva, shame burning unmercifully inside you.

That guy was crazy. Completely. And you didn't exactly hate it, in fact, quite the opposite: your pussy started to throb even harder just to have him deep inside you.

— I fucking... — You leaned elbows on the window frame, angled hips just above the tip of his dick until you felt it brush against your entrance and, only then, slowly lowered the body, feeling him fill you completely little by little and widen your walls the way you so desperately needed. — H-Hate you, Captain. — His hands hooked around your waist squeezing it tightly and Ran let his head fall back, you were fucking tighter around his shaft than on his fingers.

— Yeah? You do? — He pulled out of you only to slam harder on a second thrust, you let your head fall back whimpering at how good it felt. — But, your pussy loves me, my plaything doesn't know how to make her pussy obey? — You denied with the head, unable to respond properly once Ran started to actually pound hard inside you.

Your body moving against that window frame and the orgasm again beginning to ache deep in your belly. Your legs shaking around his hips and moans mixing with his to form an even louder noise that his crew was probably hearing from downstairs.

Your tits going up and down and eventually being picked up again by the soft lips of the man above you, mind unable to think straight about anything other than him and the more his fingers squeezed every inch of skin on your body, the more you were absolutely certain that marks would be left behind once he finished using your pussy, which happened not long after.

The first person to cum was you, with your body being held against the open window and pussy clenching around his shaft not wanting to let it go and very soon Ran was pushing his warm cum as deep as he could before he slowly forced your waist up, stepped out of your warmth and started spreading with the tip of his cock the cream that was still pouring out of your in piles.

It was as if he was marking you as his property as he did this, and a wide grin appeared on his lips as he watched your pulsing, leaking entrance.

— This, now, you're perfect for me, doll. — Ran whispered, pulling you away from that window and letting you stand on the ground even though your legs were still threatening to wobble. — See? I told you there's nothing you can do better than me. —You gave him an annoyed look before feeling his hand brush across your cheek and pull your face into a quick kiss. — And unfortunately for you now, your captain has some things to take care of downstairs. — His arms slung around your shoulders and guided you to the bed to get you sitting up again. — But maybe we can continue this another time.

You didn't really understand the language of the oceans, but Ran's you were beginning to, and so you couldn't hide the small smile that appeared on the lips. Maybe he wasn't that bad, maybe.

— Can I consider myself a member of your crew then? — You asked, watching him gather his own clothes and begin to put them on.

— You'll need more than just spreading your legs for me to join my crew, doll. — He replied and you ran your tongue over lips.

— How much time will we spend here? — Ran looked at you suspiciously before walking to the door.

— A week, maybe less.

— Perfect. — You answered, letting your tired body fall onto the bed.

Ran left the room already dressed without knowing exactly what was going on in your mind.

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