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It all starts when Jim, completely by accident, overhears some fumbling attempts of dirty talk the evening after they first saw Izzy giving Stede guidance on how to be a better pirate. Izzy has been silent yet very obviously demanding in how he wants the sex to happen, and Stede sounds like he’s struggling to keep up with the intricacies of it. Not that Jim really cares, but one thing sticks in their mind: Stede calls Izzy a good boy, followed immediately by a pained sound and an experimental “good girl”. Judging by the sounds that follow, Izzy prefersthat choice of word.
Jim lets the thought bounce around their head as they watch Izzy work some weeks later. The man's visibly tense, his mood swinging towards constant irritation again while his communication turns from sort of friendly back to barking orders and complaining most of the time. It's clear that something's bothering him, and Jim dares to assume he needs a release - after all they are fairly certain he hasn't got any since that time with Stede, and Jim has to admit there's certain allure to the idea of fucking all that pent up tension out of Izzy Hands.
Jim isn't sure how they get from that passing idea to this, but the whole process of bringing up the idea of sex to negotiating what they both want from it has been surprisingly easy. They hadn't really taken Izzy for someone who would be into negotiating sex or crafting a scene but not only was he willing to talk it through, he was also down to making it a proper bit of roleplay. Maybe Jim should have guessed Izzy likes to plan things, but they'd thought he would like to counterbalance his usual rigidness and routine oriented approach to everything with some wild, unplanned action in the bed.
The Revenge is docked at a port city and empty of most of the crew. Jim had approached Roach the day before to bribe him to let them use the galley for a bit during shore leave. Roach had been suspicious and not very eager, but he'd agreed nonetheless. Jim had gone to shore for a bit while Izzy stayed on board to prepare things. Everything should be ready, and Jim's eager to enter the scene.
“I'm home, cariña”, they call as they approach the galley. The words feel weird on their tongue, but not unpleasant. They swing the bag they are carrying on a table and take a seat just as Izzy appears in the doorway between the galley and the mess. Jim can't help staring a bit as they take in the sight of him. The sight of her, to stick with their scene.
Izzy’s usual leathers are gone, replaced by a simple dress they had happened to find on a recent raid. Jim had seen Izzy in it back then as Izzy tried it on to see if it's a good enough fit, but seeing it now is a whole different thing. Izzy has tied an apron on her waist, it and the dress together accentuating the slight curve of her hips. There's flour on the apron and on Izzy's face. Some also dusts her chest.
“How was your day?” Izzy asks, forcing a small smile on her face. She looks nervous behind the role she's doing her best to play.
“Ehh. You know how it is”, Jim says. “Could really use a warm meal and a good rub after a long day of working.”
They had talked about where Jim, the husband, should work, but in the end that particular detail had felt unimportant. The vague consensus had been just “the fields”. Not too fancy, but different enough from “a pirate”.
“The food is almost ready, l-love. Would you like a cup of coffee and some bread as you wait?” Izzy asks. She's squirming a bit, some of the words threatening to get tangled in her throat, falling clumsily off of her tongue. She really struggles with the word “love”, which is actually rather endearing.
“I would love some. Thank you, cariña.”
Izzy disappears back into the galley, reappearing in a moment with a steaming mug, a loaf of bread in a basket, and a small cup of butter, all set on a tray. She places the tray down on the table and takes a seat across from Jim.
“I missed you”, Izzy says as she reaches for the bread basket and takes a slice. “The house is so empty when you are gone.”
Jim takes a sip of their coffee and reaches for a slice of bread of their own. It's still warm, freshly baked. Jim had not anticipated Izzy actually baking for the sake of their little scene. They hadn't known Izzy knew how to make bread.
“Don't you worry, cariña, you will be less lonely once we have kids”, Jim says. Izzy shifts in her seat.
“I'm not even heavy with a child yet”, Izzy says, struggling a little with the words again, and there's a definite flush on her cheeks.
“I will do my best to change that this evening”, Jim says. Izzy's face flushes a deeper shade of red at that. Jim's own stomach tingles.
Izzy clears her throat and stands up, muttering something about dinner as she hurries into the galley. There's the clatter or kitchenware, some clangs and other sounds, followed by a moment of silence before Izzy returns to the mess, this time with two plates and spoons in hand. She sets one of the plates down in front of Jim and the other by her own seat.
“Cooked your favourite tonight. Barley and beef stew”, Izzy says. Whether or not it's actually Jim's favourite food is besides the point (it's not the favourite food of Jim, the pirate, but it can be the favourite food of Jim, the husband), and they have to admit it's not entirely bad anyhow. Not at all bad, as it turns out.
“Thank you, querida, you really are the best wife I could have.”
They eat the rest of the food in relative silence, after which Izzy does the dishes and tidies up the galley. Jim waits, listening to the sounds from their seat by the table. It's a pleasant bit of fake domesticity.
“Would you massage my feet, cariña? It's rough to be on them all day…” Jim asks. Izzy's still drying her hands on the apron as she walks back to the table.
“Whatever you need”, Izzy says. She kneels down in front of Jim, removing their boots with care. “What about your back and shoulders?”
“Yea, shoulders as well”, Jim mutters. Izzy's already hard at work, her hands digging into the admittedly tired muscles of Jim's feet. They may not have been working on a field all day, but they do spend most of their waking hours standing and walking around. They need to add “giving a foot massage” on the list of skills they didn't think Izzy would possess but which she apparently does.
“Shit you are good at this”, Jim groans. “My perfect girl.”
Jim has to steel themselves as Izzy eventually moves on to massage their shoulders, lest they relax too much. Izzy fingers find any tightness and knots with ease, rubbing the tension out effectively. Jim supposes she has practice, and they can guess who has previously got to enjoy Izzy's treatment. They wonder if the other one ever thanked Izzy for her service the way they plan to thank her.
“I got a gift for you today”, Jim says. They roll their shoulders and neck when Izzy finishes, then grab the bag from the table. “Follow me to our chambers and I will show you.”
They make their way to the room Jim shares with Archie and Oluwande. They had considered using Izzy's quarters for their scene for the sake of simplicity, but the small bed wouldn't have felt right. What kind of a married couple wouldn't have a wide enough bed for the both of them? Jim closes the door behind them and directs Izzy to the bed, pushing her until she takes a seat on the edge. She looks expectant, still flushed and maybe a little nervous.
“Relax, cariña, I promise I will be good to you”, Jim says, passing their thumb over Izzy’s lips. Izzy swallows and licks her lips. Jim reaches into the bag and takes out a glass wand.
“What do you say? I found it at a glassmith’s booth at the market”, Jim says. They run their fingers over the wand's length, over the small bumps decorating the otherwise smooth surface. Izzy's eyes follow along.
“It… looks nice”, Izzy says.
“Doesn't it? I saw it and I thought it would make a fitting reward for my girl for all the hard work she does. Enough girth to fill you up all nice and tight.”
Izzy doesn't say anything but her expression and body language are clear enough to let Jim know their words are working. They move to grab their leather harness from its place in a drawer beside the bed and slip the wand in place. It's a tight fit, the leather stretching a bit to accommodate the base of the wand, but that only means it's securely in place. They strap the harness on and turn towards Izzy.
“Lie down, it's my turn to serve you”, Jim says. They don't wait for Izzy to follow the instruction before they gently push Izzy backwards, guiding her down on the bed and climbing on top. They place their hands on Izzy's waist, feeling her toned body through the fabric of the dress. It's pulled tight over her muscles, loose only where her chest doesn't quite match the size of the original wearer.
“Do you want to take it slow?” Jim asks. They hadn't really discussed the specifics of how they would proceed from here, having instead decided to see how both would feel once they got here. Jim's ready for anything, but then again they aren't the one who's going to be fucked senseless with a glass wand.
“Just fucking fuck me already”, Izzy grumbles.
“Ahh. Is that how a lady speaks?” Jim asks.
“I'm not a fucking…” Izzy starts to say but cuts herself off, pursing her lips tight. She takes a deep breath through her nose and tries again: “I've waited for you all day. I would be ever so thankful if you skipped the smooching and gave me a good dicking.”
Jim snorts out a laugh but gives Izzy's choice of words a pass.
“I won't just ram my dick into you unprepped, cariña. I don't want to hurt you.”
Jim moves back until they are kneeling by the bed in front of Izzy. They gather the hem of the dress up, finally getting to see what Izzy had chosen to wear underneath it. They had expected maybe nothing, maybe her usual underwear of choice, but instead Izzy's found herself a pair of lace trimmed panties and a suspender belt.
“I would have worn stockings”, Izzy says. “But it wouldn't have looked right with the hoof.”
Jim looks up, but they can't see Izzy's face. They can read the air, though.
“Oh, shut it. Hoof or no hoof, I'm sure it would have looked nice”, Jim says. They move their hand from the hem it was still holding to Izzy's thigh, swiping it up from her knee to where the hem is gathered. They press a kiss on the inside of the thigh, then another further up, and another, following the path their hand drew. Izzy's tense for a moment, but relaxes soon into the touch.
Jim continues their path of kisses all the way up to Izzy's panties. Up close they can clearly see the damp spot where Izzy's soaked through the fabric. Jim's all the more eager to jank them off. They don't jank them, though, they carefully pull them down, Izzy shifting just enough to allow them to easily slip over her ass and down her thighs, then over her hoof and leg, all the way off. Izzy's as dripping wet underneath them as the soaked through panties implied.
“You know what I heard?” Jim asks. They don't give Izzy a chance to answer, turning her attempt to say something into a gasping inhale by kissing her clit.
“I heard”, Jim continues and plants another kiss, “that it's more likely to take if the girl's enjoying herself while the seed is planted.”
Jim continues to plant kisses on Izzy's clit as they speak, using a bit of tongue to lick it and to prod it. Izzy squirms, her legs pressing hard against Jim. Jim responds by taking Izzy's clit properly in their mouth and sucking it. Izzy's hips buck as she gasps again.
“I gotta make sure you are well and truly enjoying yourself, don't I? I will fill you with my seed and your womb won't have a choice but take it after my treatment.”
Jim moves down, lapping the slick running out of Izzy's hole. Izzy does her best to press into the touch, and Jim's happy to give her more, their tongue sweeping over her hole one more time before moving to prod the entrance. Izzy's wet and lax, readily welcoming Jim's tongue inside her. Jim keeps fucking her with their tongue until she's on the edge.
Jim's got some oil at the ready and they apply a generous amount of it on the glass wand. Izzy's so slick the wand might have slipped inside with no trouble regardless of the oil, but Jim's not going to risk it. They rub the oil on, stroking their new glass cock like it was flesh.
“Ready?” Jim asks. Izzy gives an affirmative grunt.
“Please use your words, cariña. Do you want my dick?”
“Plough me fucking open with it”, Izzy grunts.
Jim scoffs, but aligns their glass cock with Izzy's entrance regardless. They rub Izzy's entrance with the tip, teasing her for a bit before pushing it in. Slowly they push in further, appreciating the bit of resistance they feel as they go; Izzy's lax and ready to take them, but their new glass cock is thick enough to stretch her further. Jim pushes it in slowly until they are all the way in, then pulls half way out with equal care. Izzy biting her lip, her hands clutching the rough sheet underneath her. Jim pushes the cock back in and Izzy barely manages to hold in a sharp breath.
“Too much?” Jim asks. Izzy gives a jerky shake of her head in response.
“No, it’s fucking good”, Izzy says. She moves her hips, prompting Jim to continue moving.
Jim continues to fuck Izzy slowly, gradually raising their pace until they are thrusting in and our of Izzy with a speed that’s just slow enough for them be able to keep the rhythm steady. Izzy’s closed her eyes tight, breath coming in sharp gasps.
“Fuck… Jim… Fuck…”, Izzy gasps out, clearly too lost in the sensation to use more words. “I’m… fuck…”
“Not yet, Izzy”, Jim breathes out. They pick up their pace. “I’m going to fuck my seed into you, cariña. Fill you with it. Knock you up… You won’t come until I’m ready.”
Jim can see Izzy struggling as they thrust into her hard and fast. The sight her so immersed in her own pleasure, lost in the feeling of Jim fucking their cock into her and so completely focused on following Jim’s orders makes Jim’s own stomach twist pleasantly. If they focused on the feeling, the way their own muscles contract with each thrust might just be enough to push them over the edge as well.
Jim reaches one hand down between Izzy’s legs, offering their fingers for Izzy to rub her clit on. Izzy whimpers at the contact, the touch nearly tipping her over.
“Just a bit longer, cariña”, Jim says. They let their focus shift on their own pleasure, on the feeling building up between their own legs, their thrusts turning erratic as they seek the sensation. A simple touch would certainly make the building release all the stronger, but the idea of coming untouched is alluring in itself. Their hips jerk against Izzy in a rhythm of their own as they ride into the orgasm.
“Fuck… Izzy…” It’s Jim’s turn to groan out single words as they lean over Izzy, their hips jerking in and out as waves of pleasure wash over them. It’s not the strongest release they’ve experienced, far from it, but it’s satisfying nonetheless. “Just… yea, you can come.”
Izzy jerks her own hips, rubbing herself against Jim. She gasps and groans, her back arching as she lets go. A rush of slick accompanies Jim’s cock when they finally pull out.
“Fuck that was.. that was nice”, Jim says as they flop down on the bed. Their own mind feels a little fuzzy in the aftermath of their act, and by the looks of it, Izzy’s lost in a post orgasm haze. Or maybe it’s the whole scene they did that’s knocked him into a relaxed, blissful nothingness. He doesn’t give a verbal response to Jim anyhow.