AN- This little beauty was born out of my own mind and encouraged by the smut miners. Thank you for the encouragement ladies. I know that you aren't supposed to try on the underwear for hygienic reasons but just pretend that it doesn't matter for a second. Just use your imagination. Have as much fun reading it as Killian has in Victoria's Secret ;) Also a big thank you to Hallie for encouraging me through writing this with her smut mine gifs. Love you smut sister.
Killian's Secret
"Swan? Where are we going?" Killian asked his wife as she darted between people with a firm grip up on his hand. "Slow down love. Surely nothing is so important that you have to divest me of my remaining hand." He winced uncomfortably as Emma's hold on his hand tightened in anticipation.
"Oh calm down. It's only a little further." She rebuffed his complaints as she craned her neck down the long stretch of stores on the left side of the outlet mall.
He was familiar with a woman's affinity for shopping but his new wife was taking it to an entirely other level — and right now her determination to reach her destination was currently cutting off the circulation to his hand. "Honestly Swan, what is the rush? It says it doesn't close for another four hours. Surely it won't take you that long to find what you need." Killian groaned, sliding along the tile trying to keep up with her pace.
He was suddenly regretting coming on this little shopping excursion of hers. After all they had been through there were far more enjoyable ways to spend their time. The last thing he wanted to be doing was sit in a chair bored out of his mind while Emma tried on an entire store. Sure Storybrooke didn't have the best selection of garments to choose from given it was stuck in the 80s for 28 years — whatever that meant. No. They had to go all the way across the town line in Swan's yellow vessel and there was no water in sight. So far his first adventure out into the modern world wasn't living up to his expectations.
"Darling, I really value my right arm!" Killian muttered behind her trying to capture her attention. "Oy! Swan! If you keep treating my arm like some fangled children's toy I won't be able to use it for more pleasurable activities and I know how much you would mourn the loss of my fingers knuckle deep in your tight-"
"Calm down we are here." Emma announced with a triumphant smile as they stood in front of a darkened store front with pink accents.
"This?" He gestured to the store. "This is what you brought me all the way out here for? Some store called Victoria's Secret? I don't know who Victoria is and I haven't the faintest idea what her secret is. Quite frankly I couldn't give a damn what she is hiding."
Emma let out a long winded sigh. "Well, Victoria is just the name of the store and the secret is the fun part."
"Absolutely not Swan. I'm not going in there." He grabbed the length of his neck and coughed. "It smells to high heaven of ladies perfume."
"Would you quit being a baby and just go in. I promise you won't regret it." She told him promisingly, barely unable to contain her excitement.
"I suppose if it would make you happy I will oblige you, but you owe me one." He bowed his head in apprehension.
"This trip is going to pay for itself, trust me." She insisted, smiling wryly as she pushed him unwittingly through the entrance without warning.
Killian fell through the threshold of the building, his boots screeching across the floor as he tried to steady himself. He stumbled for a moment, holding out his arms to brace himself before standing upright — and he was floored by what he saw. Every corner of the room was covered with all matter of erotic clothing — everywhere he looked — lace, silk, satin — all in an array of colors he never would have imagined existed. Sure he had seen the tantalizing under garments the savior wore under her clothing but an entire store dedicated to them was difficult for him to fathom. Places like this just didn't exist outside his wet dreams.
"Swan... " He turned his head toward her with an almost pained expression on his face. "Where the hell are we?" He asked, his eyes blown wide as he tried to take in every scantily clad mannequin. There was so much to see that he hadn't the slightest idea where to look. He wanted to see everything.
"Are you surprised?" She asked him giddily.
He shook his head out of his daze before responding, "surprised is an understatement love. Don't get me wrong darling I'm incredibly happy we are here but what are we doing here?" He asked her, dropping his voice lowly so no one around would hear them — he was a gentleman after all.
"Well…" She swayed a little bit before grabbing his hand. "You know that belated honeymoon we were talking about?"
"Aye?" He nodded, following along with her train of thought.
"I thought you might want to help me pick out a few items to spice up our vacation from saving the town?"
"Since when have we ever needed encouragement, Swan?" He cocked an offended eyebrow in her direction.
Emma whirled around, bringing her body flush against his, playing with the lapels of his leather jacket before leaning into whisper, "it's not for us. It's for you."
Killian's eyes widened at the sound of her seductive purring in his ear as she revealed her intentions for bringing him to this haven of eroticism. "Where do we even begin?" He asked suggestively with hooded bedroom eyes.
"I thought I would let you set our course captain."
Killian shivered slightly at her words, smirking against her forehead. How did he get so lucky?
"You know you are insanely sexy when you talk like that." He said, his warm breath against her neck as he wrapped his arms around her, his good hand sliding dangerously close to her backside. "Have I told you how amazingly gorgeous you are lately?"
"Not today." She mused, her voice taking on a sensual tone as she rested her palms on his chest.
"Well then you are fucking incredible. Now let's go find out what this Victoria's secret is." He smiled, his body buzzing with excitement and curiosity as he dropped a kiss to her forehead and left her standing at the entrance as he began his exploration.
Emma shook her head, amused by his willingness to participate — not that there was a single doubt in her mind that he would change his tune as soon as they got there. Placing her hands behind her back, she followed Killian around the store as he stopped at every single display, running his fingers through every piece of fabric he stumbled upon, testing the material in his hand as his images of what she would look like in the garment flashed behind his eyes.
"See something you like?" She wondered curiously as he paused at a mannequin traced in a blood red mesh babydoll with a black bow and see-through cups complete with a matching thong.
"Fuck me. Do women in your world actually wear this kind of thing?" He asked with a devious smile, his eyebrows raised as he stroked the material with his thumb and forefinger.
"Not every day but yeah." She laughed, the corners of her mouth wrinkling with amusement. "You know there is more to see." She said, leaning to the right side of the store to get him to follow her gaze.
"And if I want this one?" He canted his head, his tongue darting out to wet his chapped lips.
"Then we can put it into one of these little black shopping bags." She told him, gesturing the bags behind him.
"Excellent. Add it to the-" He waved his hand around, searching for the exact wording she had just used.
"Shopping bag." Emma finished for him before picking one up off the rack and moving toward the table display to grab her size.
"Aye that."
"Where to next?" She asked him expectantly after slipping the undergarment into the bag on her shoulder.
Killian inhaled sharply in thought, his thumb pressed against his lips before he spotted something black and lacy on the other side of the store. "My impeccable navigation skills are telling me that the treasure is this way." He pointed to it, sliding across the floor dramatically as she giggled behind him.
He arrived at the mannequin dressed in a lacey black number. "Oh, yes." He smirks, holding out his arms as if he had just stumbled upon the greatest thing ever. "What is this called Swan?" He glanced at the lingerie piece before him, inspecting it curiously.
"That? That is a lace teddy." She told him.
"Like the bear? It looks nothing like the animal Swan but I suppose that is the draw of it. Let's add it." He affirmed, his hand flourishing like a madman.
Emma barely had time to stick the item in her bag before Killian was wandering to another section. Honestly, next time she let him out of the house she was going to have to keep him on a leash. "Killian!" She whispered to him but he was far too engrossed in what was in front of him to hear anything she was saying.
Oh no. He had found the corsets. She had been trying like hell since the moment they stepped into the store to avoid that section. Leave it to him and his keen sense of direction to seek out the one thing she didn't want him to find. Stupid pirate.
"Oh no… Killian…" She groaned, adjusting the bag onto her shoulder and hurriedly meeting him in front of the corsets to see him turning one over in his hand, inspecting it thoroughly, a sensuous smirk on his lips.
"Now this is more like it. A little of your world… A little of mine…" He mused delightfully, playing with the garter straps on the end. "Although I'm not quite sure what these are for. They look bloody brilliant but what do they do?"
"They don't do anything." She huffed before taking it from his hand and putting it back down on the table. "Because I'm not wearing it."
"What do you mean? It's perfect." He insisted.
"Killian, I'm not arguing with you. I draw the line at corsets. You remember what happened last time." She reminded him.
"Yes, I distinctly remember you trying to seduce my former self… and looked like a bloody siren while doing it. Minx…" He drawled out.
Emma looked at him pointedly, trying to not succumb to his obvious charms.
"How about I make you a deal Swan? If you wear this for me I will do that thing with my mouth that you love while you wear it."
Tingles shot up her spine at the thought of his head buried between her thighs, his succulent lips sliding against her drenched core as he drank in her pleasure.
"Fine." She relented, crossing her arms over her chest.
"That's what I thought." He smiled knowingly. "Now, what do these connect to?" He asked, holding up the corset.
"They connect to a pair of stockings." She explained, wishing she didn't have to entertain him in his corset fantasies.
"And where are they?" He wondered, looking around the store, the corset still in hand.
"Over there." She nodded her head, averting her gaze to where a display of stockings sat on a wall. She watched idly by as Killian scanned the selection of stockings with his ringed pointer finger, looking at the pictures on each one before he saw one he liked.
"These ones. These ones will do nicely." He announced, holding up the item to show her.
"Hand them over." She sighed, stretching out her hand to take his selection — a pair of knee high black stockings with a ruffled hem and matching bows. Could he have picked a more fairytale-like pair of stockings if he had tried? He might as just well announce to the entire store that he was a fairytale character.
"Come on pirate." She tugged him in the opposite direction, his feet skidding against the floor as she dragged him toward the bras and panty sets.
"Oh come on darling. You have plenty of these kinds of knickers at home." He whined childishly.
"Not these ones." She said with a saucy smirk as she held up a pair of barely there underwear before sticking them in the bag.
"Nope. You're right. I've never seen those before." He gulped unexpectedly before fanning out to explore the table in front of him, placing his palms against the fabrics.
It was when Emma took her eyes off him for a second that she realized just how handsy he was getting with the underwear on the table. "Killian would you stop touching that?" She scolded him, swatting his hand away from the silk he had been preoccupied with for far too long that it was starting to turn into an unhealthy obsession. "You look like a pervert and people are staring."
"I am a pervert love — a devilishly handsome one at that. I thought that's what you admired about me." He quipped with a sly smile. "Besides, when have you ever been opposed to a captive audience?"
"Great, I'm married to a pervert. Just because I'm not particularly shy doesn't mean I don't want the whole world to know our business." She chided.
"Are you embarrassed, Swan? Your face does turn the loveliest shade of pink when you're flushed." He drew out the last word like an unspoken promise as he brushed his knuckles against her heated cheek.
Emma sighed into his touch, moaning slightly before retracting his hand and crossing in front of her to turn his attention to yet another thing he spotted that caught his wandering interest.
"Now this is what I'm talking about." He admired the mannequin in front of him clad in classy black leather bustier accentuated with lace accents.
"Leather is your thing." She reminded him coyly.
"Yours too darling. I can already imagine peeling off those sensuous curves of yours." He said, his voice dripping with sex as his eyes roved over her body before his eyes slipped from hers in a momentary distraction.
He strode over to a picture on the wall — the model dressed in the latest fantasy bra with the gigantic angel wings on her back. "This. I want this." He demanded, gazing up at the promotional photo.
"What? The wings?" She asked in mild surprise. "Killian, they don't sell the wings."
Killian's face dropped at the information, his features worked into a frown of disappointment at the news. "What do you mean they don't sell the wings? It's part of the ensemble is it not?" He gestured toward the photo questionably.
"Well yes." She agreed. "But they are just for decoration. They aren't for sale." She told him meekly, not wanting to upset him further and ruin his first trip to a lingerie store.
"This Victoria is a cruel lass indeed. I'm starting to see why she is keeping secrets." He wagged his finger as if he were fitting all the pieces of the puzzle together to unravel the mystery.
Emma snorted in laughter. "Come on husband of mine. Let's go try these on." She insisted, trying to soften the blow with an impromptu fashion show — one meant for his eyes only.
She seized his finger, tugging it over his head and leading him down a length of fitting rooms situated off to the back of the store. "Okay, I'm going to try these on in there and I will come out and show you what they look like."
"I like this game already." He said, bouncing on the leather lounger in front of the fitting room.
"I know you would." She let out a melodic laugh before heading to the fitting room with her selections, turning back around to toss him a sexy smirk before entering the dressing room.
Killian relaxed into the armchair, splaying his arms out against the rests, his legs spread out in front of him as he leaned back with his head against the back of the chair as he waited impatiently for her to emerge from the fitting room.
"Can I help you find something sir?" A voice asked him off to his left side.
He snapped his head up seeing a sales associate and he casually said, "no. I'm just waiting for my wife."
"You're married." She nodded, slightly disappointed.
"Yeah." He lifted his hand showing off his ring.
"Well she is a lucky girl." She told him awkwardly.
"I assure you I'm the lucky one…" His voice trailed off as the curtain of the dressing room opened. Hook took a sharp intake of breath at the sight of Emma clad in the red babydoll dress, her blonde girls falling over the cups that hugged her breasts and pushed them up toward her neck. His mouth went slack-jawed — he was absolutely speechless.
"You look-" He licked his lips, unable to find the words to describe how positively delectable she looked.
Emma blushed at his response to the outfit, watching his awestruck expression as his eyes roved over her starting from her lengthy legs to the red lacy thong peeking out from the mesh material.
"Fuck." He cursed under his breath, running his fingers through his dark locks.
"You haven't seen anything yet Captain Hook." She smirked before turning around giving him an enticing view of her ass as she returned to the fitting room, the curtain closing behind her.
Killian inwardly groaned at the use of his more colorful moniker, the sound of her voice instantly going instantly to his groin as his head slumped against the headrest.
The sales associate looked between the fitting room and the man in the chair with a raised eyebrow noting the overwhelming chemistry between the two and immediately left them alone not wanting to disturb them further.
A few moments passed in agonizing wait when he heard the sound of the curtain being pulled back to reveal Emma in the black lace teddy.
Killian swallowed hard, the adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he drank her in — she looked incredible clothed in the delicate lace of the one piece that stretched tightly over her form. His gaze drifted to the apex of her thighs, the material extenuating the dip of her hips the led further down — seemingly taunting him with what lay just beneath the fabric.
Was she trying to send him into an early grave?
He released a strangled sigh, once again moving his head back against the seat, cursing himself as his erection brushed up against his jeans making him hiss in discomfort.
Emma shook her head knowingly before once again departing to the dressing room to try on her next outfit.
Killian tapped his foot nervously, counting down the minutes she had been behind that annoyingly bright pink curtain. What seemed like hours was a matter of seconds. He allowed his mind to conjure all matter of explicit images — Emma in the red ensemble with his hand on her hip, lifting the material over her stomach as he peppered delicate kisses along her pubic bone as she shuttered above him. He ran his fingertips over the expanse of her stomach before licking a long languid stripe against her pantyline drawing a contented sigh from her lips. He teased the sorry excuse for underwear before drawing it down her legs using his hand and his teeth until they pooled at her feet.
Sinful tongue
"Hey there stranger." She swayed in the leather brassiere and matching panties.
He cocked an eyebrow in her direction, grimacing in agony at the way the bustier hugged her chest, the swell of her creamy breasts on full display. "Why are you doing this to me?" He moaned as if he were being tortured as he scrubbed his hand down his face.
"Relax we have one more to try on then we can leave." She said promisingly.
"And if I don't want to leave?" He pouted.
"I could always make you." She suggested with a tilt of her head.
"Is that a threat or a promise?" He drew out his question breathlessly as he licked his lower lip.
"Be patient." She told him, departing from him while walking backwards until the distinct sound of the curtain being pushed against its metal bar wafted to his ears.
He wasn't sure he could wait — the teasing was unbearable. Never in his over 200 years as a woman been able to completely undo him like she did. She was surely going to be the death of him. He was unsure he could take anymore, he was going to have to unbuckle his tight jeans to release the tension she was making on his aching cock if this teasing lasted much longer.
Killian reached into the inside pocket of his leather jacket, retrieving his signature flask and popping the lid of to take a long relaxing swig of rum — the warmth settling in his belly to try and steel his nerves and keep the grip on his control, which was slowly beginning to unravel — still the visions of her persististed.
Continuing down the path of his previous daydream — he nestled his nose into her sex, nuzzling her swollen clit as she tensed above him in anticipation. He dragged his tongue down the length of her dripping folds, parting them to bare her fully to him. Finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, he clamped his mouth down around her, sucking her into his mouth as she whined for more, rutting herself into his mouth for more contact. Emma continued to ground herself against his greedy mouth-
"What do you think?" The sound of Emma's voice successfully breaking him out of his trance.
Killian fell forward in his seat, pushing his head between his legs because the sight of her in the black corset he had selected for her was almost too painful to behold. He looked up at her with a completely wrecked expression, his hair sticking up in angles from running his fingers through it.
She could plainly see the look of enrapture on his face, feel the heat wafting off his body and could sense his want and longing from where she stood. Her eyes drifted toward his crotch — she noted the outline of his cock straining against his pants and she gasped.
His eyes met hers, his deep blue hues getting lost in her emerald greens. She was an absolute vision standing before him in the body hugging corset with a small piece of fabric covering the part of her body he coveted the most. The material gave way to thick straps that connected to a pair of black stockings.
Wanting to tease him further she turned so he could view her profile, sticking her ass in the air so he could see the rounded flesh as she pushed her chest forward.
That was his undoing. Something inside him snapped. Killian got up from the chair to close the distance between himself and his coquettish wife, growling possessively as he crowded her back into the dressing room until her back hit the mirror on the wall.
"Do you enjoy teasing me? Taunting me until I'm positively aching for you?" His speech flew from his mouth like warm honey doing sensual things to the rest of her body.
Emma closed her eyes as if in a hypnotic trance, shivering against his words, his hot breath hitting her face as he spoke.
"Look at me." He commanded, his sweaty palm sliding against the glass leaving a handprint in its wake.
Her eyes fluttered open per his instruction, breathing heavily underneath his heated gaze, squirming against the mirror.
A growl rumbled in his throat as he seized her wrist and brought it between them, their hands brushing against her body drawing a moan from her lips before it settled against his erection. "Do you feel what you do to me? Feel how much I want you?" He whispered promisingly as she palmed the straining flesh that still lay beneath his pants.
"Close the curtain." She told him.
Killian smirked and turned around to tug the curtain securely shut behind him before he sauntered back over to Emma, covering her with his body as he ran the back of his hand against the curve of her waist.
"Killian…" She tossed her head back with a restrained whine.
"What do you need, love?" He whispered, his breath tracing her lips.
"Want you." She said breathlessly.
"Where do you want me?" He asked, clenching his jaw in wait for her reply.
"Ah. Inside." She gasped as his fingers grazed her heated center.
"I know I made a promise but there isn't time for that. I will make it up to you later but right now I need to have you." He said before unwarningly tugging down her panties as far as they could go with the garter belt.
Emma moaned as her wet core hit the air in the dressing room.
Killian wasted no time in backing her up against the glass before working the fastenings of his tight jeans and pulling them down his waist to settle underneath his perfectly sculpted ass. He took himself into his hand, sliding his thumb over the weeping tip and running his fist down the length of his cock, watching intently as her eyes widened. "I'm going to fuck you fast and hard, are you all right with that?" Killian asked her.
Emma nodded, biting her lower lip as she felt him run two of his fingers over her dripping sex to feel how wet she was.
"So wet for me. God I can't wait to be inside of you." He told her before hoisting her up into his arms. "Hold onto my love." He instructed.
Emma wrapped her arms around his neck as he positioned himself at her entrance, gasping as he slid inside her — filling her and stretching her until she felt deliciously full. "Oh God." She threw her head back, clutching at his shoulders for purchase.
Killian steadied himself, his arm cradling her backside while the other rested on her hip as he began to pump into her with She grunted as he fucked into her with deep strokes. Back arching as she clawed at his shoulders as he continued to press her against the mirror, demanding her pleasure.
Her legs wrapped around him as her ankle rubbed against his ass, the palm of her hand pushing back against the glass as he continued to drive into her at an almost dizzying pace.
"You feel so fucking good wrapped around me." He punctuated ever word with even strokes of his hips, fucking her against the mirror so hard he feared it was going to buckle and shatter under the force.
Her breath hitched in her throat as he fucked himself into her, hitting her clit on every downward thrust, her breasts bouncing in their lacey prison.
"Gods you are so fucking tight like this." He murmured huskily, his voice oozing with carnal desire as he pumped into her, determined to drain every last of pleasure from her body.
Emma bucked back against his frantic movements, his hips sputtering against her as he neared his peak.
Killian felt the pressure building in his spine, the feel of his cock inside her drawing harsh whimpers from her mouth as she bounced herself against him, her hand sliding against the glass.
"I'm close." He stuttered, his sweaty head pressing against her forehead. "Touch yourself for me love." He breathed out as she grinded down on his cock, hugging his pulsing erection.
A moan tumbled from her lips and she tightened her arm around his neck, playing with small delicate hairs there as her other hand reached down to where they were joined. She sighed as she found her clit, rubbing in small purposeful circles as he demanded her orgasm from her.
"Gods. I'm not going to last." He told her earnestly, his thrusts getting lazier the closer he got to his finish, his face contorting in rapture as he felt the first tremors of his climax take him. "Emma…" He tossed his head back in ecstasy, his thrusts slowing as he filled her, her delicious quim milking him until he was empty.
"Killian…" She moaned, thrusting her fingers in his hair, his orgasm triggering her own. She felt herself falling — hard and fast as her pleasure crashed over her in waves. She rode at the remaining tremors of her orgasm — Killian not letting up until she was completely sated from her release.
"You are so bloody gorgeous when you come for me." He whispered against her lips, his voice completely wrecked as he came down from his high.
Emma slid down his body as he fell into her shoulder, breathing hard in exhaustion from baring most of her weight for an extended period of time — not that he minded in the least. He actually quite preferred it that way.
"I'm really starting to understand why this Victoria has a secret — what a wanton lass." He said, his breath coming up in sharp pants, his lips wrinkling into a cheeky smile.
"It's just the name of the store." She giggled, shaking her head as she held him against her.
"Can we make this a regular trip?" He inquired, his voice almost childlike.
"Sure thing." She affirmed, a smirk forming at her lips as she heard him release a contented sigh as he melted into her touch.
AN- I might have rushed the ending a bit for personal reasons but I was determined to finish this one-shot because I worked on it until four in the morning this morning before going to sleep for a few hours and picking it back up again. I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you thought.