anonymous asked:
Do you taking prompts? because i can't stop thinking about emma having fantasy about killian sliding his cock between her breasts.
She was not the type of girls to have fantasies, more specifically sex ones. Emma loved sex like any other woman, but she never craved it. Along the years it has more been an itch to scratch, one night stands fulfilling that need. As of late, that thing that she considered more as a natural need had become an obsession, making her feel like a horny teenager.
How couldn't she when her boyfriend looked the way he did?
His sinful deep blue eyes, that smirk that always seemed to send a jolt of lust down her body. There was also that chest hair that he seemed to be eager to put in display with his barely buttoned shirt, giving her a glimpse of what he hid underneath. The way he carried himself was also a big turn on, the way he walked which was more of a swagger more than anything else combined with that lilted and rough voice of his. Basically the man was sex on legs.
Why they haven't gone all the way yet was beyond her, maybe it was due to the fact that there was always something happening in Storybrooke, always giving them enough time to make out intensely, occasionally leading them to some dry hump.
As she laid on this uncomfortable cheap motel mattress miles away from home, she can't stop thinking about him. The day had been long, the events of the day becoming more and more like a soap opera as they found out that Regina's sister was impersonating her boyfriend's dead wife was now pregnant. Emma let out an exhausted sigh as she shifted once more on the mattress trying to get comfortable despite having bed springs poking her back.
Her mind drifted back to her pirate, remembering of their last heated kiss which lead her to straddle his lips and grind her core on the hard bulge of his leather pants until she broke apart. The thought alone was enough to get her hot and bothered, her fingers toying with the elastic band of her panties. A shaky breath left her lips as she closed her eyes and imagined him hovering on top of her, his chest bare and warm as he glided his rock hard cock through her dripping folds, teasing her entrance.
She gulped when she then thought of his eyebrows would furrow if she curled her fingers around his silky hot length, moving her hand up and down, the movement making groan and grunt until he wouldn't be able to handle it anymore.
Without noticing it, her fingers were now under her panties, the pad of fingers barely touching her throbbing clit and she could feel herself already losing control. Her breathing picks up the pace when she fantasizes about Killian straddling her waist this time, while the tip of him grazed her breast.
With one hand still buried inside her underwear, the other one leaves the tight grasp she had on the sheets and pulls her tank top down, her breast jutting out as her fingers start to pull and twist her tight perky nipples. She keeps her thumb on her clit as she rubs circle on it while she thrusts two fingers inside of her while she imagine Killian thrusting his cock between her breast. She can practically feel his silky and soft skin gliding through her heated flesh as she then gives attention to her other breast.
It doesn't take long for her to reach her orgasm, sinking her teeth on her bottom lip until she tastes something warm and metallic. She slowly brings herself down the edge, her fingers barely moving inside her.
Emma opens her eyes and realizes that sadly, she's still in this cheap motel, alone in a very questionable bed and all she wishes right now is to be with her pirate. More than ever she misses her home (him) and can't wait for the morning to arrive so they can finally leave this place and maybe, just maybe, find a quiet moment for her to enjoy her pirate.