AN: This fic was birthed after my fearless leader (Sabs) told me something really interesting I didn't know about pubic hair: it gives out a scent designed to attract males. It has to do with the pheromones. I found this super interesting and just a bit sexy (it's primal and animalistic – like attracting a mate). So I had to write it and this was the end product. A big thanks to Sabs for giving me the idea and Nicki for supporting me and beta'ing. Love you both. Enjoy!
Summary: Killian is drawn to Emma's unique scent and it awakens something primal in him.
THE CHALLENGE
Pubic Hair Kink
As Killian and Emma pushed through the door, she could feel the wood against her back as she was pressed up against it by Killian as he caged her body with his. Killian brought his hand up to where her neck met her collar bone, wrapping his hand around it lightly to hold her in place, the metal of his rings searing into her burning skin, alight with his touch as he brought his lips to hers.
Killian pried her mouth open with his tongue, forcefully shoving it into her mouth to tangle with hers while running the blunt curve of his hook against her side, lifting her shirt slightly, the metal caressing her smooth skin that had her gasping into his mouth.
Emma gripped the lapels of his coat firmly while he dragged his lips from hers, a smug grin playing at his lips before tracing a path from her neck to her earlobe with his tongue.
"Gods, I can't wait to have you," he whispered sensually, his voice as rough and calloused as his fingers against her throat as he took the lobe between his lips and suckled gently.
Emma moved her fingers to his broad muscular shoulders, digging in roughly, her head tossed back in pleasure against the door, eyes clamped shut under his assault while she wantonly rocked her hips into his to resolve the growing need pooling in her panties.
Killian nuzzled her neck with his nose, his breath coming out in warm pants against the sensitive skin as he scraped his teeth against her.
"So bloody wanton, lass," he pulled his mouth away abruptly, giving her his signature cheeky grin before his tongue darted out to wet his lips in the most obscene way possible, making her legs clench at the sight. Killian brought his hand down, sprawling his fingers against her chest until he reached the crotch of her jeans. "I bet you're positively soaked for me," he murmured, his eyes swiftly meeting hers, his gaze intense against her own.
Emma's eyes glazed over with lust, tilting her head slightly to address him, "Come see for yourself, pirate…" she breathed out in challenge.
Killian shot her another crooked grin, leaning into her until their lips were just a hairs breadth apart. "Don't mind if I do," he narrowed his too-blue eyes, darkened with lust, her heart beat quickening against her chest as his hand flitted to the opening of her jeans.
Killian rested his weight with his hooked arm against the door beside her, his eyes never leaving hers. He took the liberty of undoing the fastenings of her jeans, creating an opening wide enough to fit his hand inside while his lips ghosted over hers, her breath hitching in anticipation.
Killian fingered the waist band of her panties teasingly earning him a strangled whimper from his squirming savior. He formed a puckered o with his lips, shushing her as his hand delved underneath the fabric of her panties, a possessive growl leaving his lips when his hand met soft, downy curls instead of the usual bare skin.
Killian dug his hook into the door above her head, her entire body trembling as he dragged a long line through the wood, ruining it under the pressure of his namesake.
Emma swallowed, thinking about the torturous weeks she had gone without his touch. They had been plenty distracted when the latest villain set their sights on the town, turning it upside down and leaving them to deal with it.
They could never catch a break.
So she let herself go a bit nothing to be—
"Bloody hell," he managed to rasp out, his voice shaking slightly, his fingers tangling in the nest of blonde curls that covered her sex, drenched in her juices. The smell was potent as it reached his nose, his nostrils twitching as her scent invaded his senses, a broken curse on his tongue.
"A man could get drunk off your scent Swan," he confessed against her lips before ripping his hand from her pants and bringing his fingers to his nose to take a long drawn out whiff, his erection twitching in his leathers. Emma's lips parted in shock, her eyes darkening with lust, confusion rippling through her sex-addled brain.
Emma watched as Killian's eyes clouded over, his once blue irises now black as night. A low growl escaped his lips before abruptly sinking to his knees before her. Emma watched with rapt attention as he used his hand to stretch one side of her pants over her hip followed by the other then pulled them down to rest at her knees, her teeth digging into her lower lip the entire time.
Killian quickly worked her boots over her feet, placing them off to the side before ridding her of her jeans completely. He maneuvered himself, his face lined up with her panty-clad pussy, his mouth hovering over the drenched fabric. Emma looked down at him adoringly, running her fingers over the dark hair on his scalp, his eyes wild as he released a sharp breath that made her gasp with want.
He brought his lips over the damp patch at the crotch of her panties, his nose nestled up against her covered curls, inhaling deeply, a long drawn-out groan leaving his lips as she twisted her fingers in his hair. "Gods above, Swan," he cursed deliriously, his eyes rolling back in his head, her scent enveloping him, filling him up with a hunger that only she could sate.
Killian coaxed her to spread her legs further, tilting her pelvis towards him, her scent getting stronger, driving him insane with need. He had to touch her. Taste her. Drive his tongue into her until she was screaming his name in release. He carried his fingers, brushing them tantalizingly over the crotch of her panties, a deep uncontrollable moan leaving her lips that made him smirk devilishly.
"So wet," he crooned, "absolutely dripping for me…"
Emma's head hit the door with a thud, her lips parting as he licked her impishly.
"I need to have you, Emma," he groaned when his lips once again met her starving pussy, his mouth latching onto the swollen bundle of nerves as he fiercely began to suckle.
Emma thrashed above him, her sweaty locks matting against her forehead while he savored her muted taste, her finger nails raking against his scalp as she ground herself against him for more. "Stop teasing," she whined.
Killian tossed her a wolfish grin, his eyes wide with apt amusement at how much he had gotten to her. "If the lady insists," he vowed, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers up her spine.
Killian shifted himself slightly, his lips ghosting over her panties as he slipped his hand and hook carefully into the sides of her underwear and slid them down her creamy legs that were quaking under his careful touch, her thighs slick with her arousal.
A breathy sigh escaped his lips at her state of undress, saliva pooling in his mouth at the sight of her. Killian's mouth parted in an audible, torturous groan, his fingers tentatively reaching out to touch the visible hairs that guarded her treasure. Killian moaned, primal and guttural when his hands made contact with the soft curls, the pads of his fingers memorizing the way they felt.
His Swan was impeccably beautiful like this, in her most feminine of forms that drove him into sheer madness. It wasn't by any means a full bush but it was the accumulation of a few weeks of growth. "Bloody gorgeous…" he breathed deeply in a hushed tone of complete awe as his eyes found her flushed face, her eyes screwed shut in blinding pleasure and he had barely even touched her.
Killian wrapped his good arm around her waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass and dragging her flush against his mouth, his nose buried in her curls, inhaling her deliciously intoxicating scent.
"Emma," he sighed in blatant praise of her body, his voice reverberating through her and going straight to her core, a pool of liquid heat settling between her thighs. Killian swept his fingers further down her body, slipping through the delicate folds of her sex to find her completely soaked, a moan trembling from her parted lips as he made contact with her most sensitive place.
Killian brought his mouth lower, his tongue giving her a testing lick, greedily sampling what was to come. He had never tasted something more heavenly as his arousal strained against his leathers. "So fucking good," he murmured huskily, his breath hitting her sensitive, wet flesh that had her gasping above him in preparation for what she knew was soon to come.
Emma groaned, rutting her hips against his mouth in search of friction.
Killian let out a humorless chuckle at her actions before his mouth attacked her aching clit, his lips closing around the bundle of nerves covered in soft blonde hair, his entire body singing with the taste of her on his lips, the sweet pheromones filling his nose and driving him forward. Killian nibbled, digging his teeth slightly into her clit, making her cry out for more, anything to cool the raging inferno inside of her.
Killian continued to chew on her clit, alternating it with the roll and flick of his tongue as he slid two digits into her heated core, pumping them in an out while stroking her innermost walls with slow, deliberate strokes. The sound of her insistent cries flooded his ears, a series of moans and groans falling from his own lips as he mouthed at her clit.
Emma scratched at the back of the door for purchase, her pelvis rocking up to meet his mouth and fingers as he curved his fingers upward, hitting that spot inside of her and rubbed furiously, drawing out a most feral moan from her lips, her breath quickening as she tensed around his fingers.
Killian eyes flickered up to hers while still maintaining his hold on her, his eyes flooding with as desire he watched her fall apart. Detaching himself from her clit and withdrawing his fingers, he replaced them with his tongue, greedily lapping at her sweet essence, gorging himself on her as if it were his last meal while he drew lazy circles over her clit, riding out her release.
Emma prolonged her high, bucking her hips endlessly against his mouth, her fingers dragging in his hair, rocking his head into the apex of her thighs until the last remains of her climax faded from existence, the cries of ecstasy dying on her lips, her eyes falling open in a vibrant haze of color as the world returned to her.
Killian held onto the last drops of her on his tongue, savoring it as long as possible before swallowing it and licking his lips, his own erection still evident in his pants that had been caused by the luscious hairdo his Swan was sporting. She had been less sensitive than normal to his actions but just as responsive and her scent was enough to drive him to insanity. He was still taking large inhales of her addictive scent.
Killian stood carefully, his knees shaking slightly as he tried to support his weight before hooking both his arms underneath her knees and hoisting her in his arms.
Emma wrapped her arms securely around his neck as he carefully walked them over to the bed, depositing her on top of it unceremoniously with him hovering above her.
Killian gazed into her eyes, her breathing still short and unsteady as he brushed a few sweaty locks from her forehead before lowering his lips to her neck, pressing light kisses to calm her recovering nerves. "It seems I can't get enough of you and that delicious quim of yours tonight, Swan," he breathed against her ear, eliciting a low whimper from her in response.
"Killian I don't—" she tilted her head in question, the words catching in her throat when she came to the realization.
He was from a different time, a different world. A world that didn't have proper grooming standards for women. He was used to them like this. Unmanicured. Untrimmed. It even turned him on.
"Swan?" he asked, arching an eyebrow, expecting for her to finish her line of questioning.
"Nothing. It's nothing," she smiled, dismissing her thought altogether and slanting her mouth to his without hesitation.
She was never shaving again.
AN: I know the idea of pubic hair isn't very sexy now and these days and definitely not used in fic, so I'm extremely curious to see what you all thought. Feel free to drop me your own opinions about the pubic hair taboo. Reviews are always nice, but not necessary. I love to hear you enjoyed something I wrote. Too shy? Drop me a PM. Let your kink flag fly, folks. Thanks for reading. –Cat
