AN- This little one-shot is inspired by the horny ladies in the CS discord with their theory of vagina memory. This is essentially just porn without plot featuring a heavy dose of size kink. This is written for the lovely Alma, whom without her love and support none of us would be having this enlightening conversation about Killian's size and Emma's vagina memory of it. Enjoy you little pervs and send Alma some love. Also my awkward shoe rule is in effect. No one's got time to break away from that to write that in.
Burned Into My Memory
A CS One-Shot for Alma
Killian's back hit the back of the door with an audible thud, the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure radiating up his spine as Emma continued to attack his lips. He wound his hand around her neck to cup the back of her head, threading his fingers in her blonde locks as she captured his lower lip between her teeth.
Emma quivered against him at his touch, warmth spreading through her as he returned her kiss, her lips burning from the taste of him on her mouth — a heady blend of salt water and spiced rum. She felt dizzy by the frantic heat of his lips on hers, the demand of his tongue and the deliciously intoxicating smell of sweat and leather that was all Killian invading her senses.
He swallowed the sounds of her keening whimpers, the inviting sound of her cries invading his sense of hearing, silently beckoning him for more.
Her hands curling into the lapels of his leather duster, her fingers melting into its buttery touch like a second skin as she pressed her lips against his, her tongue massaging with his. "God." She whispered against his bruised lips, her hot breath coming out in soft pants. "You are wearing entirely too many clothes."
Killian couldn't help but smirk devilishly against her mouth, a slight chuckle reverberating from his throat. "Impatient." He teased, pushing his forehead against hers before running his tongue along the seam of his lips.
"Please." She whimpered desperately against him, her pelvis subconsciously rubbing against him for contact.
He lifted his head, nuzzling her nose as he proceeded to shush her quietly, the request tickling her lips before he brought his own back down on hers, the coarse scruff of his facial hair brushing against the smoothness of her cheeks.
Emma released her grip from his collar, the palm of her hand sliding down his chest until she reached the apex of his thighs, her hand hovering over the impressive bulge in his leathers. Her eyes snapped open as she curiously traced the outline of his cock straining against the laces of his pants, the fervor of her lips on his faltering at the thought of him inside her.
She had always imagined what lay underneath his trousers having witnessed him secretly trying to adjust his erection even when he believed she wasn't looking. It was another thing entirely feeling for herself.
Killian released a faint hiss as his lips reluctantly slid against the corner of hers at the feel of her hands impatiently tugging at the laces of his pants and the way she wantonly palmed his length. "Feel something you like love?" He questioned huskily, his eyes flitting up to hers as he tried to read her expression.
She gave him a mischievous smile as her hand continued to explore him teasingly. "Maybe…" She replied, her voice low and full of want.
"I don't think you have the faintest idea of what you've gotten yourself into." He mused, looking her up and down appraisingly, before brushing her hair over her shoulder to expose the nape of her neck. "You couldn't handle it." He challenged, licking his lips.
"You do an awful lot of talking for a pirate with one hand." She bit back playfully, her eyebrow cocked in defense.
"I may be lacking a hand but I make up for it in other more pleasurable ways." He alluded with a cocky grin. "I don't need to compensate with empty words and promises." He said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "I seem to remember a certain declaration of my prowess — and as a man of my word I intend to deliver… When I jab you with my sword you'll feel it." He said, before flipping her around in his hold to press her against the door.
She could feel the wood digging into her back, his gaze burning into her and stirring something deep inside before Killian's lips sought hers once again with a fiery adrdor.
Killian artfully slipped his arms through the shoulder of her leather jacket, casually slipping it over her upper body as she moaned into his mouth causing him to smirk against her lips. He brought his hook down carefully, tracing it along the edge of her clavicle, taking pleasure in the way she swallowed heavily as the metal touched her heated skin. Killian teased the opening of her shirt with the tip of his hook, taking care to separate the material from her skin before splitting it open with his hook with an audible rip.
Her eyes shot open at the sound of tearing fabric. She pulled away from his lips as her back arched away from the door, her breasts heaving with every breath she took as she glared at him for her ruined shirt. "Was that absolutely necessary?"
"Probably not but I can't say that it wasn't satisfying to hear the sound of your breathing hitch as my hook divested you of that annoying piece of clothing." He said flippantly.
Emma seized his hook, her hand grasping and toying with the curved metal in a suggestive way before bringing it up to her chest and running it down her flushed skin.
Killian groaned and he had to slap his hand against the door to keep himself steady as she leaned into the feel of his hook sweeping against her creamy skin. "Are you quite satisfied with yourself, or is there another attachment you'd prefer?"
With an evil glint in her eye, she guided the hook to the waistband of her jeans, dipping the tip of it inside the opening and with her hand on the hilt of his hook jerked the hook in an up and down motion.
He obliged her silent request, easily ripping through the material of her jeans until he met resistance at the seam of her crotch. He noted the distinct hint of black lace poking out from the remnants of her jeans, the fabric and the promising heat that lay beneath teasing him.
With a raise of her hips, she split her jeans open and shoved them down her legs, watching his eyes darken as inch by inch she was revealed to him. "Like what you see pirate?" She wondered, her voice positively dripping with lust.
He looked at her appraisingly with hooded eyes as he touched his fingers to his mouth. "I admire your choice of undergarments Swan..." He began as he hooked a finger inside the elastic of her panties, pulling her closer to him as his finger deftly rubbed against her pubic bone. "But I'd much rather see what they would look like on my floor."
"But-" She moved to protest before she felt his arms rest on either side of her hips as he sank down on his knees in front of her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she leaned back against the door, placing her palms on the back of the door as she canted her hips forward to his touch.
Killian wore a dangerous gleam as he caressed the outside of the lace with his chiseled jawline before his nose nestled between her legs, basking in the heat radiating from her sensitive flesh and the gathering moisture that soaked her panties — the lace unable to contain her desire for him. He reluctantly removed himself from his new favorite obsession — one he was sure he would never tire of — to remove her panties, guiding them off her hips to pool on the floor before leaning back to admire his handiwork. "Now that is much better." He commented with a flourish of his hand, gesturing to her glistening center.
Scooting forward on his knees, he settled himself in front of her, his eyes flickered up to hers before returning back to his objective. Killian slipped his hand between her trembling thighs, tapping the skin to instruct her to spread her legs for him.
Emma silently complied, biting her lips as he coaxed her thighs apart and placed his head between her legs until all she could see was his jet black hair that she wanted nothing more to grasp hold of.
"You are positively dripping love." Killian pursed his lips, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. "It seems my size has quite an effect on you darling."
Emma moaned, confirming his suspicions as she bucked her hips toward him expectantly.
Killian made a downright obscene noise as he dipped his finger through her damp folds, exploiting the way she hummed with her contentment at the contact. He parted her with fingers, running his tongue up the length of her sex, drowning himself gluteniously in her potent desire.
Her heart thrummed in her chest as he lustfully drank her in, gorging himself on her taste.
He licked a long languid stripe against her that had her mewling in pleasure. He cocked a knowing eyebrow before repeating the action, eliciting another whimper from her lips before he bagan flicking his tongue against her clit.
Her breath hitched in her throat at the sensation of his tongue against her aching clit and planted her hands against the top of his head, her fingers threading in his raven locks to hold him against her. She marveled at the feel of his scruff scraping against her inner thighs, the groan emanating deeply from his throat as he lashed his tongue against her. Her nails dug into his scalp as he wrapped his lips around her clit, feverishly sucking it into his mouth until she was rocking against him for more.
He increased his pressure against her, consuming the sensitive flesh with practiced movements as his cock throbbed at the way she brazenly fucked herself against his mouth. "Fuck. So good. Can't get enough" He mewled between the lapping of his tongue against the apex of her thighs.
She locked her thighs around his head, shoving herself against his touch greedily, the lude sounds of wet flesh echoing around them. "Fuck. Killian." She moaned against his relentless quest for her pleasure.
Killian determinately swiped his tongue against her, teasing her into submission as he avidly devoured her essence until she began to convulse above him. He smirked against her sex, suckling her passionately. "Gods you are bloody gorgeous." He whispered against her heat. "Come for me love." He commanded as she rode his face eagerly, her thrusts desperate as he swallowed her.
Her mouth parted in an inaudible whine as she succumbed to her pleasure, her body rocking subconsciously as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.
He continued to bathe her with his wicked tongue, bringing her down from her high slowly until he felt her aftershocks subside. "You are fucking marvelous when you come apart for me love." He admired, inhaling and exhaling to steady his breathing.
"You might have an annoyingly bold tongue, but you certainly know what to do with it." She admitted, her head lolling against the back door.
"I'm not a humble man Swan."
"Yeah. I can see that now." She said, her eyes darting down to his embarrassingly hard length straining against his trousers.
Killian grinned knowingly and scratched the back of his head. "Shall we take this to the bed?" He suggested, gesturing to the bed behind him before raising to his feet.
Emma's eyes flashed with desire, wrapping her arm around his neck and pulling him onto her lips as she slid his leather duster from his arms leaving him in his leather pants, vest, and shirt.
He aggressively attacked her lips as she began to steadfastly work the fastenings of his leather vest as his hand came to cup her face to control the kiss.
She continued to massage her lips with his, finally pulling apart his vest baring the deep v of his shirt. Bringing her palms against his chest, she caressed the soft nestling of chest hair that had been teasing her since the moment she laid her eyes on him.
Killian growled, clenching his jaw before seizing her wrist in his hand.
She tossed him an innocent look that had him turning over his submission allowing her to tuck her hands beneath his open vest and shake it off his shoulders. Emma connected her lips back to his as she felt around for his waistline in search for the spot where his shirt puffed out from being tucked into his trousers.
She smiled against his lips triumphantly as she began to pluck at the soft black linen to release it from his leather pants.
He swirled her away from the door, his hand still caressing her cheek as he began to back them up toward the bed until the back of Emma's knees hit the edge.
Emma fell back against the bed, her body bouncing against the springs of the mattress as she wiggled her way up to the top of the bed. She sat on her forearms, watching him intently as he gripped the hem of his shirt and worked it over his head and ridding himself of the sleeves.
Her eyes were blown wide with lust at his appearance. He was absolutely beautiful. She pushed her hair back from her forehead to admire him, her eyes traveling over his naked upper half. His toned chest was covered in thick dark curls leading down to the muscles bulging at his abdomen. Her eyes reached his hips that dipped into a deep v shape and disappeared below his pants.
He turned unlacing his leather trousers into a methodical exhibition as he stared at her, his eyes boring into her.
Emma bit her lip, desire once against pooling between her legs as her eyes trailed down to the opening of his pants as he slowly removed them from his hips, his cock springing free, bobbing against his abs as he pushed the pants of his legs leaving him completely naked.
She released an audible moan at the sight of his nudity — Dear God, how was he going to fit?
Her eyes widened as he took his girthy member in his hand, gripping himself at the hilt and pumping it into his hand.
The man was absolutely massive!
Sitting over a fine nest of black curls was a lengthy shaft with an overwhelming girth that stretched around his hand as he deftly stroked his throbbing cock.
Killian released a strained moan as he thrust himself up into his hand drawing Emma's attention, her mouth watering in anticipation as she silently appreciated him. Emma clenched her legs at the sight of him pleasuring himself, admiring the way his hand easily slid over his cock.
"Well are you just going to lay there or are you going to come feel for yourself?" He quipped. He was teasing her and she knew it — the impatience building up inside her until she could hardly stand it.
"Killian… please." She begged, writhing on the bed, her hands fisting the sheets. "I need you."
He smiled cockily, relenting his hand from its position around his member and helping himself up onto the bed, the mattress creaking with the action. He leaned between her legs with a raised eyebrow before gliding his fingers through her cunt to find her completely coated in her wetness. "Fuck. You are so wet." He groaned appreciatively as he peppered kisses onto her skin.
Killian settled himself over her, leaning on his forearms for support as his eyes searched her face for any hesitation but finding none.
"Killian…" She moaned throatily.
His cock pulsed restlessly at the sound of his name emanating from her lips — a sound he would never grow tired of listening to.
Emma reached forward, capturing his cock in her lithe little hand, pushing it up into her fist as Killian's eyes fluttered shut at the motion, his head falling back as she fucked him in her tight hand. He felt hot and heavy in her fist, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head as she stroked him enjoying the litany of curses that fell from his lips.
Without warning she tilted her hips up, her backside raising off the bed slightly as she guided the enormous head of his cock inside her welcoming heat.
Killian's eyes snapped back open as he entered her, his cock stretching her open as he slowly slid inside her, filling her inch by inch until he was fully seated inside her. His mouth parted in a silent moan, the sensation of finally being inside her damn near overwhelming.
Emma wriggled underneath him, twisting her hips to adjust to his insanely large cock.
"Are you alright?" He asked her, concern coloring his voice.
"Yeah." She breathed out. "You are just a little big." She admitted.
"That so?" He replied, amused by her remark. "Well your lovely cunny is so bloody tight. Fucking perfect." He said with a shallow thrust as if to emphasize his point. Killian paused, giving her a few moments to acclimate to his size.
Emma nodded her head, permitting to resume his activities. Bracing her hands against his back, he retreated from her depths only to sink back down, penetrating her deeply as she raked her nails against his back.
Killian hissed as her fingertips dug in deeply to the flesh of his back, the muscles in his upper back tensing as she squeezed around him mercilessly. "Two can play at that game darling." He whispered huskily, his warm breath tickling the shell of her ear.
He claimed her lips with his, sucking on her lower lip reverently as he began to pump into her with long languid strokes of his hips, steadily building up a rhythm as she bucked back against him.
She released a guttural moan of pleasure at the delicious slide of his cock hitting her so deeply. "Oh my god." She cried out, feeling every damn glorious inch of him fill her. "So fucking full." She muttered dizzily as she gripped his hips in an attempt to control the roll of his hips against her, unable to get enough of him.
"You feel so good. Love being buried inside you." He lamented as she enveloped his cock, gripping him inside her hot wet channel.
She was burning from the inside out from the way she stretched around him to accommodate his size. "So fucking big." She whined as he continued to fuck into her, rolling her hips to accept more of him inside her. The way he pressed himself into her you would swear he was trying to imprint the feel of his rigid length into her, essentially ruining her for any other man. She was his.
"Love the way you take my cock." He groaned, pistoning his hips to change the angle and pace of his thrusts inside her. "So hot… So wet… So mine." He whispered before dropping his head down to the nape of her neck to bare his teeth into the sensitive flesh there.
Emma screamed in pleasure as he wrapped his mouth around his brand, sucking it into his mouth as he closed his lips around it before laving it with his tongue, his hips not faltering once. "Fuck." She cursed at the sensation of his teeth digging into her skin, the pressure sublime accompanied by the tantalizing glide of his erection inside her unyielding walls.
Killian retreated from her neck, focusing on the snap of his hips as he entered her, her body rising up to meet him. Sensing her growing need, he balanced himself on his forearm while the other found the place where they were joined. Gathering moisture onto his thumb, he began to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs in slow calculated circles.
"God Killian. Right there. Right there." She chanted in praise as the pleasure coiled tightly in her body. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Please. Oh God. Fuck me…" She drew out a slew of words that seemed to have no end as she reached her peak, her entire body rumbling as she fell apart around him.
Her face was in complete rapture — her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her eyes squeezed shut tightly and her exquisite hips bumping along the place where he worked her through her orgasm.
When Emma came to she found Killian above her, his expression completely wrecked at the sight of her coming undone under his hand, his cock still nestled inside her.
Killian continued to drive his hips into her, groaning as he felt the tension build up inside him.
"Oh God. Come for me Killian…. Come for me." She pleaded, wanting no needing to feel that big beautiful cock of his pulse inside of her — to feel him lose himself inside her.
"Fuck." He husked out, rolling his head back at the sound of her words, her heady request sending him careening toward his finish. His hips stuttered, his cock jerking inside her as he emptied himself into her.
Emma held him to her, pushing his head into her neck as he rocked back and forth until he was replete.
"Gods." He mused breathily before letting out a puff of breath, feeling himself begin to soften inside her.
She rubbed his back in soothing circles, reveling in the afterglow of their sexual encounter.
With a grunt, he slid out of her, noticing the way Emma winced slightly as he extracted himself from her and rolled onto his back beside her.
Emma whined at the loss of him, wanting to once again be joined with him — feeling the delicious push and pull of his cock filling her to the brim and making her feel complete and whole. Her sex felt satisfyingly abused and sore — and unfavorably empty. However, she could still feel the phantom touch of his length pressed into her — could still feel the outline of him that he had traced into her so that the next time he had her, he would fit her no less perfectly than a glove.
"How are you doing darling?" He inquired, his voice soft and tentative to her needs and feelings. He rested himself on his elbow, stroking the back of his knuckles against her arm.
"Words can't even describe it." She sighed contentedly.
"Aye that." He raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement. "I apologize if I caused you any discomfort. It was never my intention to hurt you." He said, dropping a kiss to her shoulder.
"You were perfect. A little too perfect." She stated plainly.
Killian smirked at the complement, unable to hide his chest that puffed with pride. "Never had someone as good as me, eh?"
Emma rolled her eyes at him, playfully swatting him with the back of her hand. "Not that I want to inflate your enormously large ego any more than it already has been… but I was referring to your size in addition to your skill." She relinquished the information hesitantly.
Killian nodded his head in understanding, trying to suppress a throaty chuckle. "Yes I've heard that before. So… how does it measure up?" He wondered, his eyes darkening as he awaited her response.
"There is no comparison." She confessed, rolling around onto her side to face him. "They were all just boys…" She alluded, pushing him flat onto his back as she straddled his waist, rubbing herself wantonly against him drawing a groan from his lips. "And I deserve a man." She declared, her voice dripping with sin as she grasped his cock in her hand and began to work it into her fist, marvling in the way it came to life in her hand and responded to her touch — it was all in the muscle memory.
AN: Alma — I hope this was a pleasant distraction for you darling and that it lived up to your expectation. And a message for everyone else — treat your vagina memory well and exercise it daily to ensure your health and happiness.