request - Emma surprises Killian on his ship. Emma pov. "can you make her a little girlier than normal" Rated m

Sorry i haven't been updating lately. I'll try to be better. takes place after they moved in together but before wedding. hope you like it


Meet me on your ship, captain

And send. Okay and now I wait.

This is so silly. Here I am, sitting on a bed on the Jolly Roger in nothing but one of Killian's black puffy pirate shirts and a pair of my laciest underwear. It's just lately we've gotten no privacy, even in our own home and I have needs. So no matter how silly it feels, if it gets me what I want, then it'll be worth it.

I take a swig of rum I found in the captain's quarters, checking my phone. Killian isn't the best at texting yet so my hopes aren't high for a reply. And I'm right, nothing.

Dropping my phone beside me, I take a look around. Even with the fact that he doesn't live here anymore, the room is still pretty cozy. I lit the lanterns when I came in so a soft yellow haze hangs over the room.

A little chilly though. I use my magic to warm the air until I'm comfortable.

I wait another fifteen minutes, playing around on my phone or looking at Killian's left behind things. I think I hear my name called from the deck but there's footsteps on the stairs before I can respond.

"Emma, love, are you here?" I stand up from the bed quickly as he bursts through the door, "is anything... wrong?" his eyes widen as he takes in my half clothed figure.

I stand with a hand on my hip, purposefully bunching the fabric of his shirt a little to reveal some more skin. "No, nothing's wrong. I just wanted to see you." Pulling all of my hair over one shoulder, I move a few steps toward his still frozen figure. The loose opening of his shirt slips down my shoulder with the movement.

Killian's lips part as his eyes follow the fabrics descent. "I'm incredibly grateful I didn't call your father before coming over. I feared you were in distress." He unfreezes and crosses the remaining space between us in two strides.

"You could call it distress, I'm just not-" I manage before his lips are on mine. His arms go around my back. Mmm it has been too long since I felt the press of his body against mine like this. Between my parents barging into our house and attacks from Gideon and the Black Fairy, we've been stretched thin. Killian drops his mouth to my exposed shoulder. "- in any danger," I finish breathily.

"Apologies for causing you distress, love," he murmurs against my skin, his voice low. "I will promptly take care of it."

Suddenly my legs are swept out from under me and I'm crushed against Killian's chest. He nuzzles his nose along my neck as he moves us toward the bed. My back meets the soft cushion of the bed and Killian's weight presses on top of me. Finally. I crush my lips to his, slowly working open the buttons on his vest.

He sheds his jacket and drops it to the floor. I tug on his vest until he's underneath me, keeping my lips pressed to his. I suck his lower lip between my teeth, biting gently, my hands undoing his belt buckle.

"Emma," he gasps, pulling his mouth from mine. I move me lips to his jaw as his hand trails up my side under his pirate shirt, "not that I'm complaining, love, at all, but what brought this on?" He waves his hook at the ship around us and I think the phone in his pocket.

I rub my cheek along his jaw, enjoying the roughness of his stubble, as I answer, "it's been weeks since we've had sex, Killian." It comes out as a whine. I push my body flush to his, nearly moaning when I feel the hard bulge against my inner thigh.

"Oh I am acutely aware, Swan," his voice deepens and his hips rut underneath me.

When hid thumb brushes over my nipple, I shudder, momentarily losing my train of thought. "And mmm... and it's been weeks and I need you." I pull my body off of his slightly and grab his hand, pulling it down my body to the apex of my thighs.

He groans on contact, "bloody hell, Swan, you're soaked."

I lean down, putting my lips right to his ear and whisper, my voice low and husky, "I told you, I need you."

It's his turn to shudder. I feel his hand and hook on my hips. "Then have me you shall," he says, pulling my wet underwear down my thighs. Then, in a surprisingly graceful motion for a man with one hand, he flips me into my back and pulls the lace the rest of the way off my body.

Before he touches me, his boots and vest join his jacket on the floor. Then he's between my thighs, pressing kisses along my leg, stopping just short of where I want him most. My legs are trembling when he moves to do the same to my other thigh. He moves so I can feel his warm breath on my entrance and waits, staring up at me with roguish delight. He waits so long that I start shifting my hips impatiently. Just as I'm about to promise violence if he doesn't continue, I feel his tongue on my clit. I gasp, feeling his hand hold down my hip just as they buck toward him without my permission.

He goes to work sucking and biting my sensitive bud. Oh god that feels good. I moan loudly when he sticks two fingers inside me, slowly moving them in and out. The cold metal of his rings burns pleasantly when it touches my burning skin. He adds a third finger making me moan his name loudly.

Pressure is building inside me. I clutch at the blanket beneath me, my legs trembling again as Killian's tongue circles my clit. A few more thrusts of his fingers has me tumbling off the edge.

He's so damn good.

Killian moves up my body, pushing my shirt up and kissing each inch of skin revealed. "Is that better, love?" He murmurs against my skin.

"Barely, " I pout, my complaint a little less severe due to my breathless state. Though honestly, he's so good I could be done. He grins up at me.

"Worry not, that was just part one." his voice dips into the deep, husky voice I associate with lust.

I shiver again and lick my lips, tugging on his shirt until he's leaning over me, propped on an elbow. I work open the buttons on his shirt quickly while his tongue swirls circles on my neck. When I start pushing it off his shoulders, he helps and soon it's joined the pile on the floor.

As I have nearly every time he's completely shirtless, I run my fingers through the hair on his chest. The little, okay ample, peek his shirts reveal daily drive me crazy and I can't help myself when I get him to myself.

He pulls his necklace off, hanging it on a hook on the bedpost then returns to sucking on my neck. "You are delicious, love," he whispers before biting down on my shoulder. A sort of strangled moan escapes me at the pleasure pain of it.

When he pushes my shirt up, I lean up off the mattress and pull it all the way off. I work his tight jeans down his hips and he kicks them off the rest of the way. One thing I love about Killian, he doesn't wear any underwear. So his very large erection is on display as soon as his pants are off.

I'll never get tired of seeing him naked. His body is lean and tan from years on the sea, dark hair plentiful. The scars from Excalibur have magically been wiped away, from Zeus probably. And when I reach out and wrap my hand around his dick, the skin is soft and hard. His sharp intake of breath is ever so satisfying. I think I hear a soft 'bloody hell'. I smile at him innocently.

I pump my hand a few times, very slowly just to torture him a little. "Emma," he starts, hand staying my wrist, "if you want my cock inside you sooner rather than later, you're going to have to refrain from doing that. " He pops the last t, accent thick with desire and I feel myself get wetter. I love his accent normally but when he's talking dirty to me... just mmmm. I melt.

"Hmm I guess I'll stop," I pull my hand away, instead putting it on his chest, "I do really want your cock inside me. Especially now that you've made my pussy dripping wet again." My liking for dirty talk is nothing compared to him. I think Killian could get himself off on nothing but me talking dirty to him. His hand tightens on my hip, fingers biting into my flesh.

He leans closer to face, staring me right in the eyes, "I'm going to fuck you, Emma, and I'm going to keep fucking you until you beg me to let you release." I wrap my legs around his waist, my breathing already shallow, my pulse racing. I nod in helpless agreement. Please please please.

My hips jump when I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance. He smirks, pulling back again. When it touches again, I manage to keep my hips still but the rest of my body is trembling, alight with wanton desire. He rubs his dick across my clit and down the opening of my pussy again and again, teasing me. "Killian," I whine when I can't stand any more.

He delivers, pushing himself in to the hilt, filling me completely. Both of us gasp and I clutch at his back while his eyes close reverently. I take that moment to thank my lucky stars Killian Jones came into my life. Once I relax from the initial thrust, Killian pulls out of me slowly and pushes back in sharply. The third time he does it a few choice expletives fall from my lips as my legs squeeze around him, urging him along.

Finally he settles into a faster rhythm, leaning down on his forearms which brings his body closer to mine. I kiss his shoulder and suck on the spot where his neck meets his shoulder. He smells like the sea and leather, I breathe it in deeply. On a particularly hard thrust, I bite down on his shoulder, moaning loudly. He groans and moves his head to mine, kissing me fiercely, almost punishingly hard.

His hips thrust faster and the pressure starts building inside me again. My pirate breaks our kiss, breathing heavily. I drop my head to the mattress again, eyes closing, a liquid warmth spreading through my body. His pace slows again, I sputter angrily. "Killian?" I open my eyes to see him grinning lazily down at me. I buck my hips against his, urging him on. He just slows again.

He shifts his arm and next second I feel his cold hook on my burning clit. The sensation is so overwhelming, I shout his name, my nails digging into his back. The warmth building inside me threatens to spill over when he presses the hook harder against my body. "Killian... Killian, please," I pant, "make me cum." With that he's thrusting harder than ever, the sound of our skin meeting filling the air. I adjust my position so he's hitting that perfect spot over and over.

A few more thrusts and the wave of pleasure crests, warmth spreading through my body. I can see stars and every additional thrust of his hips causes a smaller tremor to rack my body. I mutedly hear him call my name, he must have finished too.

Killian collapses next to me, half of his body over mine. I smile at him lazily. Though my limbs are still heavy, I find his hand and thread my fingers through his. "I feel much better now." He laughs, squeezing my hand.

"We won't wait that long ever again, love" he kisses my forehead.