Prompt: Killian vs. the washing machine

Prompt: Killian finds Emma stash of 'toys'

When Killian asked Emma for help in his battle against the washing machine, Emma was hard pressed to turn him down. She just wished she had realized sooner that Killian's intentions were to get her against the appliance. PWP combining two prompts together and anal. Just because I could.

Wow! I seriously love all of these reviews and prompt requests! You guys are the best! My email has been buzzing and it's wonderful! So what I've gathered from your comments and PM exchanges is that you liked the closure with the Captain Cobra friendship after Ingrid's curse/the fluff in the Scrabble game, but you'd also like a little more steaminess in general. Ask and you shall receive! For your reading pleasure, two prompts in one. I was going to separate these into two chapters but thought you all deserved more for your reviews and faves. Enjoy the single longest piece of delicious filth I've ever written.

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine.

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It was becoming a habit with him, and with them. One minute Emma would be explaining something ordinary that confused the one-handed pirate about her world, and the next, he'd make a joke or innuendo that had his eyes burning and hers matching and they would tumble into each other with lips and touches that left them both needy and breathless. Maybe it was because she knew he could back up his bravado in spades, or maybe being with him just unleashed something in her. All Emma knew was that Killian Jones made her downright insatiable, and she loved it.

So it didn't really shock her when she found herself in her current position, trapped between Killian and the washing machine, his mouth attacking her neck and hips holding her against the vibrating appliance as it rubbed them against each other deliciously.

"You knew exactly how the washer worked when you called me over here, pirate," She accused, her voice breathless but surprisingly steady.

They had been giving their apartment a thorough spring-cleaning. It included everything from vacuuming and dusting to washing towels and bed linens. Killian had promised he knew what he was doing with the ancient and rickety washing machine ("It's not difficult, Swan. Towels go in, cleaning powder goes in, shut the door, press a button. It's hardly some unbreakable curse."). But when he called Emma over not two minutes later, a note of panic in his voice, she dropped the vacuum on the carpet and raced the twenty feet that separated them to come to his rescue. Instead of a smoking heap or over-soaped disaster, she found herself with Killian's arms wrapping around her waist, his mouth insistent on hers, while he moved to press her ass against the noisy washer.

"Just seizing the moment, love," She felt his lips say against hers, before they ventured down the line of her throat. His teeth bit at her pulse and she clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his skin through his shirt. She knew the shirt wouldn't stop the appearance of any nail marks on his shoulders, and she was just a little excited to see them once she got his shirt off.

Before she could remove his shirt, his hand and hook slid hers upwards, forcing his mouth away from her skin to take the article off. Emma smiled at the impish delight on his face, his eagerness infectious as she felt a familiar heat crawl through her.

Her bra was removed with the same haste and he pressed close again, his hooked arm holding her against him and his hand trailing fiery touches along her exposed skin. Her nipples rubbed roughly against his shirt, the washing machine's vibrations creating a friction that had Emma keening and clinging to his shoulders and neck.

How was she this gone already when he had done little more than kiss her and hold her against an appliance? The man really did bring out something insatiable in her.

"Do you like this, Swan?" He teased. Killian knew exactly what he was doing to her, but she knew he liked hearing her as much as she liked listening to him.

"Mmm, feels so good, Killian." Emma struggled to form full sentences. Her thoughts were hazy in the growing cloud of lust and she was more than happy to lose herself in the fog.

She felt the tingle of his lips against her neck as he chuckled. "Glad you approve, love. But you know what's even better?"

He slipped both his legs in between hers, spreading her so she could feel him more fully even through both of their jeans. The vibrations of the washer against her ass moved her clothed clit against Killian's hardening length and she moaned loudly.

Killian groaned in her ear. "Feel what you do to me, love. Feel how hard I am for you. I bet you're so wet right now, that I could slide inside your heat with ease. Would you like that, Swan? My cock moving inside you and easing the ache I know you feel?"

His hips slid further into the cradle of thighs, holding still against her shuddering center. Her head rolled against his shoulder at the sensation. It was so much stimulation at once. The shaking washer moving her hips against her will, the rub of her jeans against her clit, the length of him between her legs as he slid over her, even the rub of her bare chest against his clothing as he denied her the satisfaction of his nakedness. It was all too much and she felt herself coiling tighter at the combination.

Emma tilted her hips toward him, desperate for him to move and create that sweet friction she knew they both craved, but his arms stayed firmly wrapped around her, holding her to him like a second skin.

"Please, Killian I need you to move- Oh fuck!"

He started rutting his hips against her, his pace somehow in time with the washer behind her. The spin cycle controlled her movements as much as his arms and hips did, bringing her higher and higher.

"You remember how I feel inside you when you're like this, when you're hot and tight and I'm filling you so deeply all you can think of is to scream my name, over and over." His words coincided with the roll of his hips against her, and she struggled to respond.

"Killian," She breathed, although it was becoming harder to do even that.

The pressure built inside her for what felt like an eternity before leveling off on a delicious plateau. The thrust of his hips held her on the knife's edge of pleasure, slowing down and speeding up in an effort to keep her from falling over the edge completely. Killian seemed to love making her straddle the edge of her release for as long as possible. She'd noticed he loved listening to her beg and praise him as she sought that blissful release only he could give her, denying her what she craved until she was nothing but a pile of need begging him incoherently in broken phrases.

"Killian, oh fuck, I need- God, so good!"

She didn't know what she was saying anymore. But she could hear Killian perfectly through the roaring of her heartbeat in her ears.

"That's it Swan, take your pleasure. Let me hear you come apart for me."

She let his urging words build her up while his hips and the washer moved against her in a faster rhythm, finally allowing her to tumble over the edge.

When she came it was to the shift of his hips moving her jeans to stroke her clit more fully with every clothed thrust. Emma cried out against Killian's neck, her hands desperately clutching him to her for support while she rode out her orgasm in the now frantic movement of his hips.

As she came down from her high, she felt the pirate continue rutting against her, chasing his own release before he stiffened and groaned loudly.

Emma's knees were too weak to hold her, and she was grateful for Killian's hips keeping her standing, even as one of his arms dropped from her back to lean against the still thrumming washing machine. The pair simply held each other, reveling in the afterglow. It was another several long moments before Emma got her breathe back enough to question Killian's intentions.

"Is this what you had in mind all along, pirate?" She asked, unwilling to move from where she was still clinging to him.

Killian's laugh was tired but musical to her ears. "The thought may have occurred to me on the last laundry day. It would be a pity to let such an opportunity go to waste."

She snorted at that. "Is that what you do? I show you technology from my world and then you find a way to weasel sex into it? I swear, I can't even arrest someone nowadays without thinking about you and handcuffs." Emma tried to put some conviction behind her words, really she did, but she found it to be too much of an effort in her satiated state and found herself nuzzling her nose against his neck instead.

A lascivious smirk covered his face when he pulled back to look at her, his voice low and sending thrills to her core. "I see my work is well on its way to completion. Will you allow me to continue it, princess?"

Emma trembled at the want in his eyes, and knew their morning dalliance was only just beginning. It seemed cleaning the apartment would have to wait until another day.

The quick dry hump against the washing machine was delicious but now she was aching for him to be inside her, just as he had whispered in her ear. To move in the way his hips had promised only moments before. There was just one thing she wanted to confirm before she stripped them of their pants and sank down into golden bliss right there on the floor.

"You've been thinking about this since you realized the washing machine vibrated?"

"Oh, longer than that, love. That vibrating contraption under the bed is what really inspired me." His lips moved to her shoulder, tracing smoothly against her skin with every word he spoke. It was distracting and made Emma want to fall back into the warmth of him, but something about what he was saying was bugging her, and she needed to focus to figure out what it was. "I'll admit I was baffled by it at first, but the shape of it was rather familiar so it was no difficult leap as to its purpose. Perhaps we could…" His hips lifted upwards into her in question, and she found it hard to breathe for more than one reason.

Her vibrator.

Holy shit he'd found her vibrator. Not only that, but he even figured out it vibrated and he wanted to use it on her.

Horrified as she should have been by his discovery, she was too turned on right now to care. In fact, she kind of wanted to see what he would do with it if given the chance. But while the notion of him using her vibrator on her sent a thrill racing to her core, she also wanted him inside of her, wanted that ache he'd created satisfied.

Killian's hand shifted to move between the still vibrating washer and her ass, giving it a squeeze, and an idea came to her. Something that would make her feel so full and deliciously used. The image that came to mind had her biting her lip in eagerness, and she wondered what her pirate would think of it.

"So you're not mad that I have it? I kind of thought you'd be annoyed that I had anything other than your talents getting me off?" She questioned, keeping her voice coy and rubbing herself against him, gauging his reaction.

"You've not always had me to keep you satisfied, love. But now that I've found the device it does present some interesting… Opportunities." His voice was dripping with ego and sex and he emphasized his sentence with another squeeze of his hand on her ass cheek and a heavy roll of his hips against her that made her catch her breath.

Emma had a hard time keeping her face guarded and neutral as she questioned him further. "If you figured out what my vibrator was, then you know where it's meant to go, right?"

"Is that what you call it, a vibrator? How appropriate. Aye, I know where it's meant for, and it's somewhere I'm rather fond of." His hand slid between her legs and one finger gave her clothed center a long, hard stroke and she fought the urge to tilt her hips in time with his movement. She couldn't give in yet. She needed to tell him her plans and make sure he was on board with it.

"Did you know there's somewhere else in me that vibrator has been? Somewhere I'm hoping you can help me with?"

Blue eyes darkened impossibly at her, intrigued and more than a little surprised at her suggestion. "Is that so?"

Her hands smoothed over his chest, finally moving under his shirt to feel the steeliness of his abs and chest. "Hmm. It's happened once or twice, when I'm alone and naked in bed, wishing it was your fingers inside me instead of mine, that I want just a bit more," She confessed, her hands moving to his back and trailing down to his ass. "So I use the vibrator and…" She gave his cheeks a squeeze and his breath caught as he groaned in understanding.

"Well now, the princess is more wanton than the fair citizens of Storybrooke would believe. Whatever would they think?"

"Not that they ever need to know, but they'd probably be shocked out of their corsets. What do you think of it?"

His smile was as filthy as he was probably imagining her solo bed adventures to be, and it thrilled her to see him like this. "What would you have of me, Swan? Just say the word and it's yours." Her pirate was always so eager.

Emma's hand palmed his length through the front of his now wet jeans and she sighed in his ear, "I want you to fuck me with the vibrator while you're buried in my ass. I want to be so full of what you do to me that I can't think straight."

His groan reverberated through her and he held himself tightly against her hand for a long moment before abruptly pulling away, and dragging her down the hall to her bedroom.

Emma didn't have to see his face to know her smile was just as sinfully excited as Killian's. It had been a while since she'd had anal sex, and then with mixed results, but it was something she wanted to try with Killian. If anyone was going to know how to make anal sex really work well, it was the 300-year-old pirate who was probably capable of writing his own kama sutra.

As eager as she knew the pirate was it didn't stop him from systematically dragging off his clothes in the hallway in an impromptu strip tease. His eyes held her gaze with every piece of skin that was revealed and Emma wet her lips anxiously, wanting nothing more than to push him against the wall and lick every inch of him.

It wasn't until they reached the bedroom that Emma finally unbuttoned her own jeans. She turned away from him, bending over to slide the denim and her underwear from her legs while she grabbed the vibrator and lube from a box under the bed.

"That's quite a view, love," She heard Killian groan out as she turned to face him, still bent over. His hand stroked his length slowly, sliding the bead of pre-cum over the head, and he took several steps toward her. "Still want me to take a closer look?"

"I think you'll like it better if I'm over here, pirate." Emma crawled onto the bed, glancing back at Killian and deliberately swinging her hips as she settled on spread knees in the middle of the mattress, facing away from him. Her upper body slid out in front of her, the heated skin of her breasts dragging against the cool sheets. She groaned at the contact, bringing one hand down between her legs to rub against her slit to quell the ache that had only grown since the round against the washer.

She didn't even notice the bed dip when he joined her, but the chill of his hook running down her spine and over the curve of her ass had her shivering in eagerness and moving her fingers deep inside her. Killian's fingers joined hers in their strokes, their combined effort easily bringing Emma closer to the edge, but never letting her push over.

"That button on the end turns on the vibrations? Aye?" Killian's voice blew into her ear as he loomed over her. She could only nod in response, lost in the sensations he was creating in her. If this was how the pirate led interrogations, Emma had no trouble believing he always got what he wanted out of his prisoners. "The vibrator is going to be on while I get you ready, but once I'm buried deep inside your sweet arse I'll start sliding it in and out of you. Understood?" His fingers curled inside her and stroked that hidden bundle of nerves, sending fireworks shooting through her body.

"Fuck, yes," She sighed, eyes fluttering shut while the combined assault of their hands in her heat kept her high.

Just as she was about to tumble over, Killian stilled both of their hands and she mewled in complaint. "Am I to assume that other tube holds a special lubricant for…"? His metal appendage slid between her cheeks and ran over her puckered opening briefly; leaving her to sigh at the contact and shift her hips backwards to him.

"Ahh, Killian…"

"Answer me, darling. Answer me so I can give you what you need." His hand moved both of their fingers out of her slightly and she groaned at the loss.

"Yes! It's for you to lube up my ass for your cock! Please, Killian!"

She heard him chuckle "Good girl" under his breath, and then Killian's fingers pulled their hands away from her and pushed the vibrator inside her, stretching her blissfully and moving over the sweet spot deep inside. He eased the device in and out of her several times before settling it to the hilt and pressing the 'on' button.

A thousand white lights shot behind her eyelids when the vibrations started, and Emma didn't try to stop the cries that escaped her throat. She just ducked her head down to the mattress and lifted her ass further into the air and Killian's waiting fingers.

His thumb rubbed soothing circles around her rear entrance, urging her to relax with his ministrations. As wonderfully distracted as she was by her vibrator, the chill of Killian thumbing more lubricant around and just inside her brown ring sent more shivers through her, making her more aware of what was to come.

"Easy there, Swan. Just breathe, that's it." It helped listening to the low timbre of his voice. That lilting accent pouring out his sweet words soothed her until she was putty and made it easier to relax her muscles. So when he moved a whole finger inside and started pumping it in and out of her, slowly so she had time to adjust, it was a welcome and entirely pleasing sensation. Combined with the vibration of her toy deep within her, it brought her right to the edge of her pleasure, holding her prisoner there under Killian's control. He was the master of her fate in this moment, and the notion of being at his mercy like this made her moan aloud and grip the sheets in anticipation.

By the time he added a second, and eventually a third finger, Emma was shaking from sensory overload, desperate to finish once more before he took her.

Killian seemed to sense her need and reached his hook around, rubbing the cool metal against her clit in heavy circles. It was all she needed to come, and she sobbed his name into the mattress and rutted her hips incoherently in every direction her pleasure was coming from, not knowing where to go to reach for it but knowing she had to just move to find it.

While she came down from her high he eased the pace of his fingers, removing them one at a time, and turned off the vibrator before removing that too. Emma was tempted to collapse onto the mattress but knew the main event was about to come.

She heard a squirt that was likely from the lubricant tube and suddenly felt the tip of Killian's length, covered in more of the chilly lube, lined up with her rear entrance.

Emma wiggled against him and heard his intake of breath. "Just get in me, pirate." She felt his chuckle as he slid inside her, painfully slow.

Killian had done a good job of preparing her, but Emma still felt like she was being speared in two. Bolts of sensation ran up and down her spine and she fought to relax her muscles, knowing it would be easier and far better if she did. Instead she concentrated on the vibrator that Killian was currently sliding back inside her heat. He took his time with both of her entrances, checking her reaction before moving more deeply into either, until finally he and the toy were fully seated in her.

"Gods, Swan, you magnificent creature. So bloody tight!"

Emma could only moan in response, her mind as full of sensation as she was physically with Killian. The combined pleasure and pain was incredible, and Emma thought she could die happy in that moment. He hadn't even started moving yet and she already felt used in the best way. She didn't think the feeling could get anymore magnificent until he turned the vibrator back on, and watched her loose herself to bliss.

"Fuck. So full, Killian I'm so fucking full. Please! Need you to- Oh God!" Killian started moving. He thrust in and out of her rear entrance slowly and in time with his thrusts of her vibrator in her core, holding her hips against him with his hooked arm.

"Fuck, love. Can feel that damn vibrator through you. So good!"

"Ahh! Killian!"

They came to their peaks quickly, and this time Killian did not seem content to let Emma straddle the edge for too long. He wanted to see her shatter under him, wanted her to come apart around him, gripping him like a vice as he moved inside her.

Eventually, Emma realized he had lost his grip on the vibrator, leaving it buried deep inside her to stretch and vibrate her inner walls in favor of quickening the pace of his hips against her.

His fingers moved to her clit, rubbing it to give her the final push. Just as before, the stimulation was too much and she came hard against the sheets, crying out his name in relief before collapsing slightly onto her arms. Killian continued to thrust against her, his hips sputtering as his release came to him. When he finished, his hips slowing their movements after the high, some of his release dripped down Emma's thighs and onto the bed sheets.

Both of their breathing was ragged and they struggled to untangle from each other. She groaned at the soreness now present as he pulled out her, first from her ass, then turning off the vibrator and taking that out too.

The pair collapsed onto the mattress together, Killian lying half on top of her, half spooning her, and Emma curled back into the warmth of him. They both knew they would start to get chilly soon, but neither wanted to unfurl from the warmth of the other's body to reach for the blanket. They were too caught up in post-coital awe and bliss.

"You are a wonder, Emma." Killian's lips praised her ears and her skin, trailing down her throat to her shoulder and back up again. "An absolute wonder." Emma could only sigh, content with the morning and the moment.

Several minutes later, just as Emma was about to drift off to sleep, she remembered.

"Hey Killian?"

"Hmm?"

"We still gotta wash these sheets."