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Emma teased Killian; Killian teased Emma. We all know how this is going to end.
Happy birthday Erin! You are lovely and wonderful and fabulous and I hope this is the kind of dirty talking smut that you were looking for.
The sun has gone down on the horizon and the streetlights have started flickering on before one of them finally snaps. Predictably, it isn’t Emma.
She is twirling her hair around her fingers, bending over to examine a book on one of the lower shelves of the bookcase, fully aware that Killian is staring right at her, probably grinding his teeth together in an effort to not reach out and touch her.
The thought makes her smile to herself, and she drags her left foot up her right calf, slow enough to make it obvious that she knows exactly what the motion will do to him. Before she can feel the rush of satisfaction at his sharp intake of breath, she finds herself pressed up against the window beside her, one of his knees between her legs, his hand holding her wrists together and pinning them to the cold of the window pane.
“You bloody minx.”
Emma’s laugh is a bit breathless, her heart pounding a steady tattoo against her ribs. She turns to look at him, meeting that electric blue gaze, and says, “You deserved it, walking around with your shirt off all day, stretching when you knew I was looking at you.”
Killian’s grin is sharp like a dagger, and it makes heat blossom in her stomach. “I might remind you that you started this little game, Emma.”
She allows her eyelashes to flutter. “I have no idea that you’re talking about.”
“Don’t you?” He moves his knee higher, so that he is putting pressure against her through her clothes, and Emma closes her eyes, savors the feeling. “I seem to recall you waking me up this morning with a lovely surprise, and then rolling over and going back to sleep.”
His chest is flush with her back, his hips moving in little rocking motions against her ass, and Emma can feel his arousal growing already. She shivers, a lick of lazy warmth working its way down her spine.
“You were distracting. I wanted more sleep.”
Killian nuzzles his nose at her neck, just below her ear, and presses a kiss there before murmuring, “Perhaps it is my turn to distract you.”
His mouth lingers above the neckline of her shirt, dragging his teeth over her skin, flicking his tongue lightly out to taste her before planting soft, chaste kisses on the wetness he leaves behind. Emma leans her head against the window and focuses on the feeling of him molded against her body. He radiates heat, even through their clothes, and she can feel herself drowning in it.
When he bites gently, slowly, at the juncture where her neck and shoulder meets, Emma struggles to break his grip on her wrists so she can turn and face him, but he only tightens his hold and growls, “Don’t move.”
She stills at the command in his words, eyebrows drawing upwards at his tone. Killian waits a moment, but when he sees that she doesn’t attempt to move again, he starts his work on her skin once more. He breathes in her scent and exhales deeply, his breath washing across her cheek, and Emma licks her lips, her stomach jumping.
“Keep your wrists there, sweetheart, there’s a good girl.” Killian taps them lightly before releasing them. He drags his fingertips up her arm, across her collarbone and then down her side. When he reaches the hem of her shirt, his thumb plays over the muscles of her stomach and then he dips underneath.
It’s a slow path he traces back up, so it’s relief Emma feels when he finally reaches her breast. Killian kneads it in his hand, his knee keeping her legs spread, moving back and forth against her, and Emma bites her bottom lip, hips moving of their own accord down against him.
Killian groans while he plucks her nipple through her bra and circles his hips. “Gods Emma, you could make me come undone with just one touch.”
His words cause a flush in her cheeks that spreads down her body, and he grins as his eyes follow it. “I love the way you taste when you’re hot and panting and pink.”
That elicits a moan, and Emma is thankful for the cool of the window against her skin. Killian nips little marks into her skin, up her neck, and nibbles on her earlobe. She can’t help squirming, wanting more pressure, more friction, just more, but she won’t really move until he tells her she can, and she knows it.
Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to be in a teasing mood.
His fingers start dancing down toward her waistband. “All your little movements today, Emma, the sway of your hips, the slope of your neck. You’re a siren, darling, and I’ve bloody well fallen into your trap.”
Killian’s hand dives into her panties and he groans when his fingers meet wet heat. “I’ve wanted this all day. You’ve no idea what it took for me to walk away earlier. You were moaning and delicious against my mouth, and I forced myself to leave you because you started this game and I had to prove a point. But you’ve wanted this as badly as I have, haven’t you?”
Now Emma struggles a bit, but he won’t let her go, won’t let her turn so that she can runs her hands over his body. Her blush is hot on her cheeks and she says, “Here? At the window?”
Killian pushes her harder against the pane. “Why not?”
“Someone might see.”
“Let them watch. Let them see the pleasure you feel when I’m with you. Let them wish they could touch you as I am touching you. Let them wish that they could make you come the way I can.”
Her eyes invariably search the world outside. The light from the street lamps is softened by the darkness around it, but she has no doubt that if someone was looking, they would be able to see, to know exactly what is going on here. A thrill settles into her bones at the thought.
Emma squeezes her eyes shut, trying to balance herself, but the angle he has her at leaves her without a way to support herself, and it’s his body that is holding her up. She wills his hand lower, she needs him to touch her now, but he doesn’t move, just hovers above where she needs him.
“Now tell me; have you been thinking of this the way I have?”
“Yes,” she gasps, eyes snapping open to meet his dark ones. There is a flash of white, and his teeth sink into her flesh at the same time as he brushes his fingers against her, coating them in her wetness and pulling up so he can circle around her clit.
Emma’s knees buckle. He presses more insistently, his hips pinning her own, his erection easily felt now. Killian tucks his head over her shoulder, right next to hers, and she turns to kiss him, pouring all the movement she isn’t allowed elsewhere into the action.
He breaks away for just a moment to say, “Spread your legs wider for me now.”
She does so, and he plunges two fingers into her, forcing a cry from her mouth. He crooks them immediately and drags them slowly at first, in and out of her at an agonizing pace. Emma tries to grind down on his hand, but he pulls away, tsking lightly.
“You seemed rather eager to tease me all day, so I must admit I’m a little confused, Emma. What is it that you want?”
She’s annoyed by this, but irritation is a warm emotion and she is hot all over and she really needs his fingers inside of her again so she moans and says, “God Killian, fuck me already.”
He laughs, the pitch low and dark, and rolls the heel of his hand so that it catches her clit. His fingers find their way inside her once more, and it is only a few movements before adds a third, stretching her in the best way, fucking her quickly and making sure that he drags against her clit every time he twists his fingers.
Soon Emma is shaking in the cradle of his arms, body moving sinuously against him searching for more, more, more. His breath comes in pants against her ear, his cock pressed hard against her and fuck this feels so good.
She’s tightening, legs trembling with the effort of staying spread wide, and then his hand is gone, leaving her feeling horribly empty, and she braces her hands flat against the window, ready to turn and demand he continue because she was so damn close, when she hears the rustle of clothes falling to the floor.
Just like that he is against her again, wrenching her bottoms down and pressing his hand, wet fingers and all, against her back, forcing her to curve and put more weight into her hands. Killian’s forehead falls between her shoulder blades and he swears softly, holding her hips in place with his left arm and positioning himself with his right hand.
When he sinks into her, he bites her again, this time hard, and she knows that she is going to have a mark in a few hours. Her body resists for a moment, even after he stretched her with his fingers, but soon she accepts him and they’re both groaning. Emma’s head hangs on her shoulders, fingers curling against the glass of the window.
Killian pauses briefly inside of her, and mouths his words against her back. “You feel so good, you always feel so good Emma. So wet and warm and welcoming for me.” His tongue flickers out to the sweat on her skin. “I hope you’re ready to put on a show.”
It’s a swift, smooth movement when he pulls out and thrusts back in, and Emma can’t help the gasp that tumbles from her lips. His hand finds her hip, and he holds onto her as he moves, long thrusts that have her toes curling into the carpet. He doesn’t stop with his words either, branding them into her until she can feel them in her core, and they add more heat to the fire in her body.
“So beautiful; so perfect. I hope everyone can see you, and that they watch when you come around my cock.”
Emma moans, arching her back even more so that her breasts are pressed up against he window, and the idea that someone could be seeing this right now combines with the pull of him inside of her, the relentless dragging across that spot inside of her that Killian can find so easily. Emma lets a constant string of sounds escape her, loving the way his grip on her hip tightens and pulls her hips back against him when the sounds reach his ears.
He thrusts again and Emma almost doesn’t hear it when he gasps out, “Tell me how you’re feeling, Emma.”
She shakes her head, loving the feeling of her hair on her skin, and the slide of him inside of her, but he stops suddenly and she is forcibly pulled back into reality. She tries to roll her hips back against him, but he moves away from her when she tries to get closer. Killian’s hand slides up her body and underneath her shirt and bra, to play lightly with her nipple.
“Killian!”
“I want to hear you. How does it feel when I do this,” He thrusts up, hard, and she scrabbles for purchase somewhere, anywhere.
“God, you feel so good Killian. You—fuck—you’re so big. Don’t stop, don’t stop, please.”
He grunts, pulling his hand out from under her shirt to putting pressure on her back, making her spine curve even more, and Emma moans so loudly she is sure the neighbors can hear.
“Right there, fuck me, oh my god!”
Killian moves to circle his thumb around her clit, and Emma can feel herself flutter around his cock, breath catching in her lungs. She’s dizzy, the feel of him against her the only thing anchoring her to the ground. All she can focus on is him moving inside of her, his thumb against her clit and she’s slipping quickly.
“Fuck, I’m close Killian, keep going,” she pants, grateful for the window seeping its cold into her hands, a contrast to the unbearable heat of her body.
“I want to see you come, I want to feel you come Emma. You feel so good around me when you come, you sound so…”
He drifts off with his words, settling for slamming his hips into her, and Emma can feel her orgasm, it’s right there, she can taste it—
With one more press of his thumb she’s careening high, and it’s his arm around her waist that prevents her from collapsing on weak legs, shivering. She can barely process the kisses he is pressing to her shoulders, a few more quick thrusts before he is there too.
His weight pins her to the window for a minute, but Emma can’t mind because she can’t focus on anything but the small aftershocks in her core. Killian laughs weakly and pulls out of her, pulling up his pants, and then hers when she doesn’t make a move to do so herself.
Killian takes her hand in his and pulls her toward their bedroom. Emma follows without resistance, amazed that she can even make her legs move. She collapses onto the mattress, only moving when he nudges her body to pull the covers up over her. He then crawls in after her and cocoons her body in his.
There is silence for a moment before Killian says, “You were trembling, love.”
Emma struggles to muster up the appropriate response to that, but her brain still isn’t working at even half capacity. “Fuck you.”
He nuzzles into her hair. “We already did that.“
Emma rolls over to face him and wrinkles her nose at him. “I love you, even when you’re being a little shit.”
His smile could light up the entire town. “I love you too.”
Killian is not one to leave the tables so unbalanced. He gets Emma back for the high and dry blowjob earlier that day. Very much smut. For Erin, because she is once again an enabler.
Emma spends the entire day in her pajamas, when she has the chance. It’s not often that she is allowed to be lazy for any length of time, so when she is, she relishes in it. She is lying stretched out on the couch when Killian finds her, head buried in a book. A book that she has been reading for close to a month now, and is determined to make some real headway on today.
He crawls up from the other end of the couch towards her and spreads her legs gently, but Emma doesn’t blink. His favorite place is between her legs, she has realized, and not just sexually. So she is fully expecting it when he lays his head down on her stomach, scruff tickling the small stretch of skin between the hem of her tank top and the waistband of her pajama shorts.
He brings his arms up and wedges them under her back so that he is essentially hugging her. She wriggles about for a moment, adjusting, and turns the page, eyes only flicking down to him momentarily; she is met with the top of his head, his eyes trained somewhere off to the side.
It is a comfortable few minutes they spend, his fingers drawing light, ceaseless patterns on her back, breath skating over her waist and dissipating out into the air. He presses occasional chaste kisses to the part of her body closest to his lips, and she hums when he does, letting the contentment wash over her.
It’s almost unnoticeable when he shifts, scooting downwards, continuing with his kisses. And it isn’t until he presses his open mouth to her over her clothes, breathing out hotly, that she is jolted out of her reading.
“Killian—“ she starts, but he moves even closer into her, and his nose puts just the slightest pressure on her clit. She stiffens, frowning down at him from underneath where her arms are holding up her book. “What are you doing?”
“Enjoying myself,” he supplies, and now his arms are down by her tailbone, lifting her hips up so that he doesn’t have to crane his neck as much. Emma is determined to ignore him, determined to finish this god damn chapter, so she burns a hole through the book with her stare when he presses the flat of his tongue against her fully, wetting her shorts.
“I can already smell you, Emma.” Killian’s voice is rough, low, and it makes her heart skip a beat.
She screws her eyes shut, but she doesn’t need to be looking at him. The visual is already there in her mind, blue eyes gazing up at her heatedly from between her legs, permanently tousled hair above the arching brows, and the clear smirk when he lowers his mouth down onto her.
He scrapes his teeth along her, the sensation dulled by the layers of clothing so that it is soft, almost gentle. She is mostly able to suppress the shudder that motion sends through her, but he notices it anyway because the vibration of his laugh against her shoots up her body. Killian turns his head to place kisses along her inner thighs, not ever losing contact with her skin, dragging his lips along her until he decided to mouth at her again.
His left arm lifts her up higher, but his right arm is now free, trailing up and down her outer thigh, fingertips edging up under her shorts to where her underwear is before retreating again.
Emma isn’t even pretending to read by this point, the book lying forgotten on her stomach as Killian continues his ministrations. When he is finally back between her legs, inhaling deeply, he reaches up and pulls her shorts down, short nails raising goose bumps where they scrape. Emma is more than happy to help, moving so that she can kick them off onto the floor.
Killian pulls back just the slightest bit, and his eyes drag up her body, over her breasts, until they meet hers. She sucks in a breath when he licks his lips. “You’ve soaked through.”
A flush rises to her cheeks, one that has nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with the way he drops his gaze back down hungrily. He lowers his head and opens his mouth against her, bringing just the tip of his tongue from bottom to top. He moans, and licks her again. She almost misses it when he mumbles, “I can taste you already, love.”
It’s like an explosion has happened within her; tendrils of heat stretch out to her fingers and toes, and her hips rise up of their own accord to be closer to his mouth. Killian seems to be in agreement with her, so he stretches and latches onto the band of her underwear with his teeth, pulling them down, not stopping his hand’s constant movement on her leg.
That image, of him using his fucking teeth to rid her of her final piece of clothing, causes a fissure in her demeanor. She allows her head to drop back onto the arm of the couch, eyes open but unfocused, all attention zeroed in on where he is touching her.
Emma draws one leg out of her underwear, but Killian is holding her other, so they stay tangled around her thigh. He wraps his hand around them, pulling and twisting until he has a firm grip. His breath is now directly on her, and her muscles tighten in anticipation.
He doesn’t move, however, and she brings her head back up, looking down at him blearily. It seems this is what he was waiting for, her eyes fixed on his, because Killian then opens his mouth, allowing her to see his tongue, and kisses her clit.
She lets a moan drop from her mouth, the air sucked out of the room until she is panting, fighting for it, because he feels so fucking good and he is still taking his time, moving so infuriatingly slowly that she thinks she might scream. He swirls his tongue in small circles around her, and pulls away to plant a wet kiss on her hip, one that leaves her own wetness on her skin.
His forearm hitches her up higher, which is the only warning she gets before he licks a stripe upwards, stopping just shy of the sensitive bundle of nerves. Emma grits her teeth, tries very hard to ignore the sweat beading on her chest, and fails spectacularly. Killian sinks just the tip of his tongue into her, just so she can really feel it, and it’s pure torture.
He opens his mouth wide, kisses her folds, and whispers something about how wet she is, gods Emma, and thrusts his tongue up, as far into her as he can go. Emma squirms, and her hands go to his hair, trying to press him harder against her, to get him to just move the way she wants him to.
Killian strings her along some more, pulling out slowly, dragging his tongue in large circles around her and taking a small detour up to her clit again, sucking it into his mouth for just a moment, just enough to spark something within her, not near enough to allow the feeling to build.
“You’re going to come from just my tongue, Emma. Look at me.”
She does, and his eyes are blazing, pupils blown wide. “I swear it.”
Killian’s tongue gives her one last firm lick, closing his teeth sharply but briefly over her clit, causing her to try out, and dives down to fuck into her with earnest. He uses his grip on her underwear to move her leg, pushing it farther from the other so she is spread open for him. Emma feels absolutely dirty, a fully clothed man between her legs licking and thrusting his tongue like he has never tasted anything better.
Her heart rate picks up, racing forward as the coil inside of her winds tight with every movement of his mouth. Killian uses his lips as well, closing them around her even as his tongue continues to move, and Emma feels stimulated in every part of her body. She curls her toes, the fingers that had slackened in his hair pulling sharply again.
When he inches forward that much more, his nose presses against her clit and she shudders against him. He’s quick, sure in his motions, tilting his head this way and that so the movements on her clit and inside of her never cease. Emma is scrabbling for purchase somewhere, positive that if she doesn’t find something firm and solid to ground her, she will fall off the face of the earth.
She is close, her orgasm approaching fast, and he can tell because he increases his speed, is less delicate when he fucks her, and she distantly hears herself moaning, getting swears out from between gritted teeth, his name interspersed. The muscles of her stomach clench, and she can feel herself fluttering, so the abrupt loss of skin on skin is enough to cause her to cry out loudly in dismay, until he places his lips around her clit. His teeth hold her gently, mouth sucking, and then he flicks his tongue back and forth over her rapidly, nothing soft or gentle about this at all, and Emma tumbles head first over the precipice.
Her throat is raw when she can focus again, like she has been breathing too hard from her mouth. She reaches for him, fully expecting him to be licking his lips and smirking up at her, twinkling eyes and all, but her hands close on empty air.
Emma jolts up, as much as she can while feeling boneless, to see him strolling away from her.
“Killian—what the fuck?”
He turns back and grins at her. “Yes, Emma?”
“Get your ass back over here and finish what you started.”
He adopts a fake pout, looking totally absurd, and says, “But, Emma. I’m tired.”
She gapes, sweat drying on her body, naked from the waist down, and watches as he enters the kitchen, bending over to see what they have in the fridge. Smugness radiates off of his form, and he glances at her out of his periphery.
For Erin and Allie, who are enablers. A short, smutty drabble. Part one of three, probably.
Emma’s day off from work. Domestic smut ensues.
Part Two
Emma gets one day a week that she can sleep in. One. One beautiful, blessed day where David takes over down at the station and she can keep her phone on silent.
And of course, Killian just has to go and ruin it by waking her up at—what—seven in the morning, is it?
Granted, he’s still half asleep himself. She is still tucked in his arms comfortably, his scruff lightly tickling at the sensitive skin by her spine, but he’s maneuvered so that he can slowly rub up against her ass. His arousal is very apparent.
“Killian…” Emma groans, shifting away from him slightly. He pulls her back in.
“I’m sorry, it just feels so good Emma.” His voice is heavily laced with sleep.
When she rolls over to face him, he cracks his eyes open. His hair is tousled from sleep, undeniably sexy. He smiles slowly, even as he whines at the loss of contact. Emma sighs and runs a hand through her hair.
“I need my sleep, Killian.”
It’s incredible how he can look so adorably sleepy and still drop his voice down into a sexy purr, “We could do something so much more fun than sleep, darling.”
He’s so fucking impossible to resist. Emma pushes at him so he’s lying flat on his back and she is straddling him, chest pressed to his. Through their thin sleep clothes, there is no mistaking his erection pressed up against her.
“Like what?” she asks, trailing light fingers over his bared torso. Killian’s eyes are wide open now, watching her slither down his body. His hand is bunched in the material of her tank top, just above where her shorts start.
“There are a few things that come to mind,” He sounds like he is going to continue, but bites off the words when Emma presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss against his collarbone. She shimmies downwards, trailing little kisses and bites along his muscles, sucking hard enough to leave a red mark next to his hipbone. He sucks in a breath, and her eyes flick back up to meet his. They’re glazed with desire now, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips while she’s looking. The action makes her groan into his skin.
Killian’s hand leaves her shirt, and she can move down so she is kneeling between his legs. Emma tilts her head to the side, studying him. Despite his aversion to any clothing that isn’t leather or button-up vests, he’s taken a liking to sleeping in boxers. They’re tented, and Emma runs her hand over him, a feather-light touch. Killian bites his bottom lip and lifts his hips up marginally.
“Gods, Emma, no teasing love. Not right now.”
She agrees. In a deft movement she lifts up the waistband of his boxers and slides them down his thighs. She doesn’t bother pulling them off all the way, leaves his legs tangled up in them and reaches down to wrap her fingers around him.
He hisses, and Emma smirks down at him. She slides her hand down so she is gripping him at the base and leans in to lick a quick stripe from base to tip. Killian swears, and his hand goes straight for her hair.
It’s a rush, to have him under her like this, completely at her mercy. Emma has always been proud of her blowjob skills, but never until Killian did she feel so powerful while doing it. She kisses the tip, and makes sure he is looking directly at her before licking the precum off her lips. Emma lets out a wanton moan, eyes fluttering shut, and when she peeks again Killian is hypnotized. A smile curls along her lips like a cat, and she takes the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it slowly.
Killian’s grip on her hair tightens, and Emma feels a thrill go through her at the slight pulling. She sucks in a breath through her nose, and takes him in all the way to the base.
“Emma!”
She’s slow to pull back off of him, dragging her tongue along the vein on the bottom of his cock as she goes. She hums, knowing exactly what the vibrations do to him, and watches the muscles in his stomach jump. He slips out of her mouth with a wet pop, and she grins at him.
“Is this what you were thinking of?”
He pushes her head ever so lightly back in the direction of his cock, and Emma laughs, but obliges. She kisses the spit-slick sides before sucking him back in. She sets up a steady pace of bobbing, using her thumb and forefinger as a ring to follow in her mouth’s wake. Killian sounds absolutely wrecked, groaning and thrusting his hips up in time with her rhythm.
Emma places her free hand on his hip, scratching her nails in delicate patterns along his skin. He twists the ends of her hair around his fingers, and Emma grins around his length in her mouth. She hollows out her cheeks and sucks hard, up and down, up and down, until he comes hot and sticky into the back of her throat.
She swallows, cleaning off the sensitive tip of his cock with gentle licks, and sits up again, wiping the back of her hand across her lips. Killian is panting slightly when he heaves up off the mattress, cupping her jaw and kissing her firmly. Emma relaxes into it for a moment before sighing and leaning back into her pillow.
Killian ducks his head to press kisses to her throat, but Emma pushes him away. “No…” she says. “I’m tired.”
“Emma…” he tries, skirting her hands. He tugs her earlobe between his teeth.
She rolls onto her side and curls up into a ball. “The point of giving you a blowjob was to stop you bothering me. I’m going to go back to sleep now. And you can get up and do whatever you want. I’m going to enjoy my day off.”
He stills. “You’re quite serious?”
“Deadly.”
Emma can hear him huff behind her, sliding out of bed. She registers his footsteps headed for the bathroom before she sinks back into sleep.
He has seen movies before—they’ve watched them together, Henry usually picking out his favorites to show them, and it was a surprisingly short time before Killian seemed completely at ease with them. He has also eaten popcorn before, happily munching away on it while he observes sword fights, listens to legal jargon, and gets incredibly emotionally invested in the fate of two dogs and a cat trying to find their way home.
It is, however, the first time that Emma has brought him out to the movies, and his eyes go comically wide when they take in the screen in the theater.
“The picture is going to be on that?” he asks, following her as she picks out a place to sit (more towards the back, in the middle of the row). He clutches his blue icee just a little bit tighter.
Emma bites the inside of her cheek to contain her laugh. “Everything is going to be on a larger scale here; the screen, the sound, the size of the food.” She gestures at the tub of popcorn she is holding in her hands.
Killian frowns but sinks down into the seat next to her. He places the cup gingerly in the holder and throws up the armrest between them, so that he can wrap his arm around her shoulders and pull her against his chest. Emma leans into him and smiles, reaching up to feed him a piece of popcorn. He opens his mouth obligingly and grins at her afterwards. His smile still makes her stomach do flips.
For someone who has never been to the movies before, he keeps it together quite well as the sound comes on, only jumping a little at the volume. Soon enough he is engrossed in the film and the popcorn is sitting at their feet.
Emma feels surprisingly comfortable like this; leaning into him, the thud of his heartbeat background noise to the movie, his arm pulling her close to his body. She is relaxed, she is smiling, and she can’t think of any place that she would rather be.
Emma is just contemplating how she could probably fall asleep like this when she feels Killian’s fingers brushing small circles on the skin of her knee and nearly jolts right out of her seat. The arm around her shoulders keeps her in place, and when Emma turns to look at him he is concentrating on the screen in front of them.
“Killian—" Emma hisses, but he shushes her out of the corner of his mouth without even looking at her.
“Didn’t you hear the man before the film, love? Speaking will disturb those around you.”
His hand slides up her inner thigh in one quick, sure movement, and Emma’s legs clamp together on instinct, trapping his fingers between them. He wriggles his digits for a moment before turning his head and pouting.
“Watch the movie!” Emma tries to make her whisper sound commanding, but his hand is now beneath the hem of her skirt, although still trapped between her thighs, and there are ripples of heat shooting through her veins.
“I have been watching the movie,” Killian replies, leaning over so that his lips brush the shell of her ear when she speaks. Every syllable elicits tingles in her body, and Emma is glad for the dark theater because she’s sure she is blushing bright red.
“This man gets to pin a beautiful woman up against a wall and ravish her, but I have to wait to ravish mygorgeous woman until later?” His hand slips even further up, so that his short nails catch on the fabric of her underwear. “That’s hardly fair now, is it, Emma?”
She is squirming in her seat, but every movement she makes allows Killian to swipe the pads of his fingers across her through her panties, and there is already heat building in her stomach. Emma can actually feel his smirk and she wants to be frustrated with him, wants to tell him that this is completely inappropriate, but he hasn’t stopped talking and his voice derails any train of thought she may have been having.
“And now all I can think about are the things I want to be doing to you.” He breathes in sharply through his nose, and Emma’s eyes flutter shut, her legs falling apart so that his hand has room to move again. He presses against her immediately, and it should be embarrassing how quickly she is getting wet but it isn’t because it’s Killian and they are in a movie theater and holy shit that is way more erotic than she ever would have thought.
“If we weren’t in this bloody theater I could be having you right now,” his voice is low and rough with desire and Emma has to catch the moan that wants to fall from her lips because no one should ever be allowed to sound like that. “I could be between these gorgeous legs of yours, tasting you.”
His words bring to the surface memories of their last time together, vivid images of his electric blue eyes staring up at her as he practically devoured her, and Emma losing count of how many orgasms she had before he was satisfied. Her breath shudders out at the thought, and she’s so preoccupied that she doesn’t realize he has pulled her underwear to the side until his fingers touch her heated flesh without the barrier in between.
“Oh god,” she groans, eyes flying open to look at him. Killian’s gaze is already fixed on her, taking in every little gasp and shiver. His tongue darts out across his lips, and Emma’s eyes follow the motion.
“Gods, so wet for me already Emma,” he says, dragging his fingers up to dance over her clit. Her hand grips his thigh through his pants, nails digging into the fabric. “Does this excite you?”
She whimpers, actually whimpers, because his teeth are grazing the sensitive skin just under her jaw and he is circling her clit just that much faster.
“Does it excite you, the fact that there are people all around us? Here you are, being touched in public, and could be caught at any moment. Does that…” he nips at her pulse point, “thrill you, Emma?”
“Killian,” she moans, and he nuzzles into her cheek.
“Quiet darling. It would be rather awkward if we were found in such a position, don’t you think?” he punctuates his sentence with a pinch to her clit. Emma’s head falls back against the seat, all her attention focused where his hand is moving over her. “Although I personally wouldn’t mind them knowing—knowing what I do to you, how I make you feel, knowing that your moans and gasps and sighs are all because of me.”
She’s absolutely soaking, so Killian’s fingers slide inside easily when he thrust them into her. He captures her lips in a kiss as he does so, to swallow the little mewl she emits. His thumb keeps up the pressure on her clit while his fingers start to slowly pump in and out, and Emma’s legs fall open wide on either side of his hand, a wave beginning to build at the base of her spine.
“Fuck,” Emma slurs, and Killian chuckles against her throat. His pace increases abruptly and Emma tries to find something to hold onto, but there isn’t anything that could keep her grounded right now. Killian is pressing kisses to the exposed column of her neck while he moves his fingers smoothly, in long strokes. A third finger and then he is curling them, dragging across the spot that makes her see stars.
“If we were home right now,” Killian growls, worrying a mark just above her collarbone, “I would have you on your back, writhing underneath me.”
Emma shakes her head because he can’t be saying these things to her right now—except yes, please, don’t stop talking, oh god—and his words only add fuel to the fire burning inside her.
“I could fuck you as hard as I’d like and not have to worry about anyone noticing. I could make you scream, love, I would make you come again and again until you couldn’t remember even your own name. How does that sound, Swan?”
She can’t express exactly how good that sounds to her because he is rolling his hand so his palm catches on her clit with every thrust of his fingers. Emma can feel her orgasm approaching fast, her hips bucking up into his hand and Killian keeps whispering dirty, incredible things into her ear, things that cause her to bite her bottom lip and scratch at his arm.
With a few more movements of his fingers Emma can feel herself balanced on a thin wire. He stills and she has to remind herself not to cry out because she needs him to keep going, she is strung too tightly for him to stop.
Killian tugs her earlobe between his teeth. “If you’re a good girl and come for me, I’ll make good what I’ve been promising you.”
He twists his hand so that he can rub his thumb over her clit in quick motions, and Emma immediately tumbles over the edge into her orgasm. Her hips move of their own accord, riding it out on his fingers. She relishes in the waves of pleasure that wash over her, only vaguely aware of the encouragement Killian is giving her, body trembling with exertion.
Only when she comes back into herself does Killian remove his fingers, sending a little aftershock ricocheting through her. She turns to him with bleary eyes, and watches him lick his fingers clean, a sight that does nothing to slow the rapid pace of her heart.
“We’re leaving,” she hears herself say, smoothing her skirt down and adjusting her panties before standing up and grabbing him. He follows without resistance, and when Emma glances back at him, he’s grinning.
“Good,” he says, eyes sparkling. “That film was rubbish.”
apparently everyone is writing tonight, so i thought it might be a good time to post some of the late christmas presents i have piling up! i was going to wait until i’d written them all, but well… why not, right?
this is a fic for erin (intolerablystruck), and one of her favorite smut kinks. i hope you enjoy it, and that you had a lovely holiday my dear! i love you so much, and count myself lucky every day for the past year we’ve known each other.
Sometimes Killian doesn’t mind it when she’s in charge. He’ll be reading a book, sprawled out across the couch, and Emma will straddle him without saying a word, pull him upwards by the lapels of his jackets, and kiss him fiercely, with a hunger that is catching.
She’ll rip his shirt open and scrape her nails down his chest, grinding their hips together and Killian won’t be able to help but thrust up a little bit because even through two layers of clothes she is burning and those little circling motions of her hips make his breath catch again, and again, and again. Emma will lean down, her hair brushing across the tense muscles of his abdomen and leave wet, hot kisses along the line of his neck, allow her teeth to drag across his collarbone, suck a bruise into the skin of his chest.
Killian shudders and sighs and it’s all he can do to hang on, his grip on her hip clinging, his hook through one of her belt loops and tugging because he wants more and closer and gods, Emma. He lets her nibble on his bottom lip, and up to his ear where she pants and moans for him as she moves, maybe determined to come right here, like this and oh he wants to see that, her face surrounded by her golden halo of hair as she comes, writhing on top of him so he’ll have to hold her.
She decides it isn’t enough, pushing back against his chest and taking her shirt off hastily, tossing it in a random corner of the room. Her bra follows shortly afterwards, and Killian reaches up to touch because she’s so gorgeous, she feels so good, he wants his mouth on her now, any way that he can, making her cry out and squirm, making her scream. She swats his hand away and shoves him back down flat onto the couch cushions, before standing up and peeling herself out of her jeans and panties. He watches, vaguely aware that his mouth is hanging open, and shudders when she hovers over him again, so close to touching, but he leaves his hand arms by his sides. She grins at him, predatory, and traces her bottom lip with her tongue.
It’s all he can do not to pant at the sight of her fumbling with his pants where he’s now hard and wanting, absolutely aching for her, and when she finally has him in her palm he hisses. Emma leans down to plant a soft kiss to the tip, her hand moving just the barest inch up and down, so feather-light he almost can’t feel it, and this is torture, this is surely torture.
She moves again, sliding back up his body and licking the precum off of her lips as she goes, never breaking eye contact with him. He throws his head back, every inch of his skin on fire, tight with the need to have her, and she wrenches his head back up by his hair, kissing him desperately, sweeping her tongue into his mouth and just taking what she wants.
Then she lowers herself to him, not bothering to remove any of his other clothes, and slides her core, wet and warm, across the length of his cock.
“Bloody hell,” he swears into her mouth, his hips thrusting of their own accord. He can feel the vibrations of her laugh against him, and she moves her hips faster, presses down a little harder, shivering every time she swivels her hips just so and he can only imagine how so must be feeling, how she can angle herself over him so the friction on her clit is just perfect.
“Emma, love, Emma, please,” he pants, searching for anything to anchor himself to the couch, and he hears a long rip, his hook digging into the couch and tearing, but Emma’s green eyes are blazing, and she’s reaching between them, and in one swift movement sinks down on him.
Tight, and hot, and wet, and Killian can’t focus on anything but the slick slide of her, her breasts against his chest as she leans back down, her lips and teeth and tongue. She moves slowly at first, her eyes fluttering shut as she relishes the feeling of him inside of her, using him however she chooses.
Emma hums in his ear, running her hands gently through his hair as she speeds up, faster and faster, she feels so good and—
“I like you like this,” she whispers, breath bursting against his ear. He screws his eyes shut, heart beating a fast tattoo against his chest. “Compliant and all mine. Such a good boy.”
Sometimes, Killian likes it when Emma is on top.
And sometimes, she snaps something in him.
He surges up, hand and hook tight on her hips, and draws his legs up underneath him, knees to her back. Teeth are on her shoulder, not gentle nips, but hard enough to leave marks, redness blooming in his wake, and he thrusts upwards into her.
Emma gasps, her hands flying to the jacket that he still wears, curling her fingers into the leather.
“Boy, am I?” he growls, pulling her hips down with force every time he thrusts up. “Compliant, am I? Is that what you want from me, to lie here and take everything you give me?”
Emma shakes her head, forearms braced against his chest, forehead pressed into his neck, and sobs a little bit when he increases his pace, their hips nearly slamming together now, the sound of him fucking up into her filling the apartment.
“I think what you really want is for me to simply take you. To fuck you until you can think of nothing but my cock inside of you, until you scream for me to stop because you don’t think you can take anymore.”
She is so tight around him, so wet, and he can feel that she’s close. Killian reaches between them, thumbing roughly at her clit. “I want to feel you come.” He thrusts harder, moving Emma’s body on top of him with the force. “I want you to know that you’re mine, too. Has anyone ever made you feel this way, has anyone ever fucked you the way you needed?”
She shudders in his arms—no, no—and she cries out when she comes. He fucks her though it, not slowing, not gentling, and grinds his teeth down because she’s almost pulling him over the edge with her but he’s still annoyed by her taunts, still bristling at the implication of ‘boy’.
When she finally quiets, her chest heaving against his, he pets her hair and kisses her forehead, still hard inside of her. “Are you still with me, sweetheart?”
“I think so,” she rasps, pushing up to kiss him.
“Good.” He wraps her hair around his hand and tugs back before her lips can meet his. “I’m not done with you yet.”
