#depp heads

Jack understandably was not patient with people who were in debt to him. Some people think they can escape him, get out of paying. But the captain always finds them. He doesn’t even have to try most of the time!

Just like now, you found yourself on Tortuga. You had hitched a ride on a ship of filthy pirates, something you shouldn’t be used to do doing but, here you are. The island was the place to go for anyone who knew about it. Party central, full of life and, of course, rum.

Drunkenly you ran around the island holding a half empty bottle of rum, which you may or may not had stolen from a pub, when you ran into none other than Captain Jack Sparrow.

Your eyes widened looking up at the pirate who looked the same (and, honestly, handsome-as ever). The brunette was shocked too, his kohl lined eyes looking down at you in shock. Then a sly smile spread across his face, “Well, well what we have here?”

You didn’t know how to respond, it’s not like you could say ‘Wow! Nice to see ya again Captain!’ so you attempted to make a run of it. And while Jack Sparrow was always known to be quite…unstable, he was quick to grab ahold of your arm.

“Ah, lass. You’re still in debt to me.” He whispered, his accent pronounced and voice raspy.

You gulped, “What is it you want, Captain? Money? Rum?”

The pirate had a thoughtful expression, “Rum would be nice…yes…but, only a bottle of rum for saving your life?”

You sighed, remembering why you were in debt with the captain in the first place. Once you had fallen off a tall balcony into the ocean below. You did not know how to swim at the time, and almost drowned. Till Jack swooped in and rescued you.

“You’re right…you know I’m eternally grateful for that…you could’ve just had let me die.”

“Aye, but I didn’t, lass. The world would be much worse without a beauty like you gone.” You couldn’t help but blush.

“So…how is it you want me to pay?”

A smirk spread across his face.

And you found yourself upon the Black Pearl, mopping, cooking, being eye candy for the crew members. Anamaria, who was the only female on board other than you, even participated in the lustful ogling. Turns out pirates will always be pirates no matter their gender.

None of the men had raped you like you assumed. If anything, it seemed as if they were afraid to get too close to you. The only one who got in close contact with you was Jack himself.

And he always called you into his quarters at night. Something you began getting used to. The captain was a man, after all, and he most certainly took advantage of the fact he had a pretty female slave on board. The pirate was possessive, though. No other crew member was to touch you.

One particularly rainy night you made your way into his quarters. He was already spread out on the couch-one he’d somehow stolen from Governor Swann’s house-and you couldn’t help but bite your lip. Jack was handsome, no doubt that.

“Come here, lass. Let me see ya.” His deep voice and accent always made you weak. You made your way over to him and sat on his lap. His cock was pushing against his pants, threatening to be released.

The cold sensation of his rings flooded your body as he moved his hands up your skirt, kissing you passionately. The captain had always made sure his breath was up to par, he wasn’t that indecent.

Soon enough your dress was on the ground along with your undergarments, your nipples pebbling against the cold air. You jerked his cock off, stroking it slowly at a steady pace while he bit and sucked on your nipples.

Throwing your head back, you moaned. You had begun grinding your pussy on his thigh, desperate for friction.

“Come’er. Lots of better things you could do with that little cunt.” Jack rasped. You didn’t have to be told twice as you straddled him completely, his tip brushing against your clit making you hiss. Slowly, you sunk down on his fat cock, eyes rolling back in your head as you got filled by your owner captain.

“That’s it lass, so fuckin’ good.” The brunette moaned, gripping your hips as you bounced up and down on his lap. One of his hands snuck down to rub your clit, making you cry out in pleasure.

“Oh fuck, captain!” You cried, feeling the coil inside you begin to tighten, tears springing in your eyes. He always managed to make you feel so good. Which was why you hadn’t necessarily complained about your predicament a week after being on the ship.

The captain’s mouth went right back to your nipples, biting and sucking on the sensitive flesh. Soon enough, you found yourself clenching around his dick, at the brink of orgasm. Just as you came, Jack pulled out just in time to finish on your lower stomach.

You leaned down to kiss him again, threading your fingers through his locs.