AN: I don't know what to say other than the devil made me do it. I'm 100 percent sure I prompted myself to write this one and I'm not even remotely sorry for it.

Pony

"Swan what the bloody hell is that?" He averted his gaze, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance at the sound of the screaming women in the audience of the film she insisted on putting on. "Of all the bloody films you've shown me over the years, you choose this one?" He rolled his eyes. "Swan you can't honestly like this… Swan? Swan?" He looked over to see her sitting there, her eyes trained on the screen in front of her as she rested her elbows on her knees to get closer, sighing longingly as the man took the stage and began humping the air.

"Oh come on…" He leaned back in aggravation, cursing himself as his head drifted toward the ceiling. "Swan?" He dipped his head, craning his neck to look at her.

"Shhh. Watching…" She told him, not bothing to take her eyes off the erotic display in front of her as she waved him off.

Well if this is what she wanted then who was he to deny her — he thought to himself as an idea formulated in his head. Killian licked his lips as he tilted his head toward her and pressed his hand to her knee, "I'll be back Swan."

"Yeah sure." She told him dismissively, still not looking at him.

Killian groaned as he pulled himself up and off the sofa, clenching his jaw as he tore off to their bedroom. If his wife wanted a strip tease that was exactly what she was going to get, he decided. Now what was this "Pony" song that was playing in the background?

Emma leaned back, sighing in satisfaction as the movie switched to a lowkey scene. She was waving her hand in her face, fanning her flushed skin when she noticed that Killian was gone. "Killian?" She called for him, placing her palms on the sofa as her head darted from left to right searching for where he could have gone.

"Right here love." He said as he came into view.

She was caught off guard by his sudden reappearance, getting an eye-full of his crotch tucked away in his leather pants as he came into view — he hadn't worn them in ages. Emma looked him over slowly, her eyes trailing his lengthy form to find him looming over her, a mischievous smirk on his face as he toyed with the pointed end of his hook suggestively. He was decked out from head to toe in his pirate gear — donning his signature leather duster and red brocade vest.

"See something you like?" He raised an eyebrow in her direction as he moved his hand onto his belt, gripping it as he rocked forward.

"You brought out the pirate." She noticed. "To what do I owe the pleasure of his company?"

"Patience. And for the record — I've always been a pirate." His lips turned into a promising smirk before turning on his heel to retrieve a chair from the kitchen table and dragging it across the floor.

"What's this for?" She wondered as he placed the chair in front of her, reaching for the remote to mute the television allowing for the movie to play wordless in the background.

"Hop on and you'll see." He patted the seat with devious intent.

"Fine. I'll bite." She relented, shoving herself off the couch, glaring at him as she placed herself comfortably in her seat. "Now what?" She asked, waving her arms.

"You won't regret it." He leaned down, winking as he turned toward the genie box that granted wishes, which she had shown him how to operate a few weeks prior. "Alexa play 'Pony.'" He requested, scratching his chin in anticipation as he waited for her to fulfill his request.

"Playing 'Pony' by Ginuwine." The sound of the virtual personal assistant said.

"Thank you genie." He nodded in gratitude as the begging techno beats of the song filled the room and he began to circle the chair, letting his hand slide across the back of it. His hand closed around the corner of the chair before he arched his back, rolling his hips teasingly, a wild look in his eyes as he popped back up.

"Oh my God." She jumped unexpectedly, her eyes widening in genuine surprise as his locked on hers.

Killian whirled around, gripping his hand around the wrung of the back of the chair, his hook attaching to the other as he straddled her. He bit his lower lip as he began to roll his hips seductively against hers, pressing his erection against her thigh so she could feel how much he wanted her. He leaned backward, using his hook to push one of the sleeves of his coat off his shoulder, baring more of himself to her while keeping a firm grip on the chair for purchase.

Emma's eyes fluttered, awestruck by the display he was putting on for her as he mimicked the moves from the movies, surprised by how much he had picked up in the matter of minutes.

He planted his feet on either side of her, using his hand and hook to push his jacket off his shoulders, holding it in place before dropping to the floor as he grinded himself into her eroticlly to the pulsing sounds of the music.

Her mouth went slack as his jacket hit the floor as humped her rhythmically, undoing the buttons of his vest as he went before shrugging the material off his shoulders leaving him only in his boots, belt, leather pants, and shirt.

Emma placed her hot palm against him, roaming it over his inner thigh as she moaned.

"No touching Swan." He grabbed her hand placing it behind the back of the chair as he tisked disapprovingly. "I believe that was one of their rules." He reminded her.

Killian swayed seductively, gripping her hair at the back of her head to snap her head up to meet his predatory gaze as he hops down off the chair. He kicked his foot up on the side of the chair, his hook digging into the back of the chair as he curled his body inwardly, simulating his movements against her in the throes of passion as he began to work his shirt from his trousers. He bobbed his head to the beat, delighting in her groans of frustration as he proceeded to grind his hips in the air with a sexy smirk. He tossed his head from side to side in concentration, marveling in the way his body did exactly what he wanted it to as his Swan writhed on the chair beside him. He twisted his hips, dipping his body backward before deftly moving forward to fuck the air as he peeled the shirt of his body, his muscles flexing as he shoved his head through the opening.

Emma bit her lip as he stood in front of her straddling the chair without touching her as he popped his hips aggressively before his arms gripped her hips, lifting her off the chair with an unexpected yelp.

He turned them around, rubbing himself against her as his hook supported her back and he walked them backwards until the back of his knees hit the edge of the chair. Killian sat back in the chair, pulling her to straddle his waist as his hand found her hip to encourage her to roll her hips against him urgently.

Her hand closed around his as she tossed her head back, moaning as she unapologetically rocked into him, massaging her center against his painfully hard erection — the delicious contact driving her insane with need.

She seized his hand, dragging it up to cup her breast as she rocked into him with purpose, hitting her clit on every downward stroke as her eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

Killian wrapped his hand and hook around her waist in an attempt to control her movements against him as she whined at the contact. He inwardly groaned at the noises that slipped from her lips as she leaned into him, pressing herself against him as she rutted with renewed vigor.

"Fuck me. Please." She pushed her forehead against his, her warm breath hitting his face as she began to play with the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck.

"Who am I to turn down such a request?" He rasped, his hand sweeping through her hair as the song began to play again. Killian tapped her behind, encouraging to get off of him so she could undress herself. He lifted his hips off the chair so he could remove his pants, staring at his wife as she began to strip off her clothes until she was deliciously naked in front of him.

"Hop on Swan." He tapped his inner thigh as he spread his legs wider to give her access to his cock.

Emma curled her lips into a seductive smile as she straddled the chair, hovingering above him, mouth parted, mimicking his own fuckstruck expression as she teasingly rubbed herself against him.

"It is cruel to tease a man, Swan." He asserted, his fingers closing around the back of her neck, his arm curling around her lower back as pushed himself against her, growling in frustration. "Swan…" He warned painfully.

She gripped him in her hand, sliding her hand up and down his shaft as his head fell back against the back of the chair in response. She leaned into him, her free hand gripping his shoulder as she lined him up with her entrance. Her eyes flicked to his, watching his expression as she sank down on him in one fluid stroke.

"Jesus." He cursed as she clamped down around his rigid length, burying him further inside her until she was stuffed full.

"Oh God. So good." She tossed her head back in ecstasy as she pulled herself up until just the head of his cock remained inside her and slammed back down, her clit rubbing against the spot where they were joined.

"Ride me." He commanded huskily, his hand gripping her hip in an attempt to get her to start moving over him.

She looked down to him below him, smiling seductively as she began to thrust her hips over him, receiving his cock greedily like an offering.

"That's it darling. Fuck yourself on me. Use me for your pleasure." He held onto her as she bounced herself against his cock, the sound of wet flesh meeting as she set the rough pace. "Gods you don't even know how bloody gorgeous you look riding my cock." He mused as she rolled her hips desperately against him in search of her orgasm — letting his filthy words spur her on.

Emma cried out, feeling another wave of desire flow through her as she rolled her hips against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck for purchase, burning her head in his neck as she grunted against his neck, feeling the pressure coil tightly in her belly the closer she got. She keened desperately against him, her movements getting sloppier and more aggressive with every pass of her hips.

He felt her breathy pants against his neck as she raked her nails against his upper back, clawing at him as she found a particularly sweet spot and rubbed her clit against it. She ground herself against him until her mouth parted in rapture, her body trembling in his arms — the sound of her cries of pleasure triggering his own release.

Killian squeezed her hip as he climaxed, grunting as he snapped his hips against hers until he had milked him dry.

Emma stilled above him, her head falling onto his shoulder as she slumped against him.

"Are you alright darling?" He wondered as he brushed a few hairs from her sweaty face.

"More than alright." She breathed out, forming a small satisfying smile as her cheeks flushed in the afterglow of her orgasm.

He winced as he unseated her from his hips, mourning the loss of her around him as he exited, the proof of his desire leaking out from her and running down her thighs until she was a sticky mess. He felt a rush of pride overcome him at the sight of her wrecked expression — his cum sliding across her gorgeous skin marking her as his.

"Swan?" He asked, cocking his eyebrow in question.

"Yeah?" She wheezed, trying to steady her breathing.

"That song is not about a horse." He accused, gulping as he pointed to the music box.

"No." She agreed. "No. It. Is. Not." She confirmed, shaking her head in damnation for the thrall of that song that prompted to do that. "Fuck that song." She wagged her finger at the machine in blame as Killian buried his head against her chest in laughter.

AN- Hope you guys liked it. If you did and you want a sequel where Emma returns the favor please let me know and show it some love. *Kisses*