Obligatory handcuffs smut. As far as I've seen every Captain Swan smut fic compilation includes at least one such lemon so I thought I'd try my hand (Even if this is supposed to be a collection of Killian vs. the modern world stories, but I like to think he had at least a little trouble getting out of the unfamiliar/modern handcuffs Emma used on him in the hospital). Mainly PWP.
Remember, if my stories get deleted from here they are already up on AO3 (name: SnappleApple11, same as here).
Disclaimer: No characters are mine
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Emma's hands ghosted along his naked chest, teasing the hairs that covered the taut muscles there and his breath caught in his throat at the fleeting touch. He had noticed she loved playing with the dark hairs sprinkled across him, and that she always paid extra attention to the way his muscles shifted under his skin at the feel of her fingers.
Killian knew she was straddling his bare hips, could feel the heat of her hovering above him. But he couldn't see her, blindfolded as he was by a silken scrap of cloth that blocked his view of the glorious woman atop him. With his sight obscured his thoughts ran wild imagining how Emma looked perched above him. Was she still clothed, he wondered? Or was she as wonderfully naked as he? Perhaps she was wearing some of that delectable lingerie he fancied her in?
Every touch was magnified and every slight movement against the bed sheets sent tingling bolts of pleasure racing through him. Even the pain of his teeth biting into his lip as he fought the urge to be as vocal as he wanted was amplified.
It wouldn't do to have the neighbors complain of noise. Emma and Killian were lucky enough to have the loft to themselves for the night, with Henry staying at Regina's, and Mary Margaret and David bringing Neal on his first camping outing. Killian didn't want their precious time alone together to be cut short because he couldn't keep his voice down.
He couldn't stop the small groans that escaped him though. Not when she was deliberately floating her hands just a hairs breadth over him. Occasionally she used a slightly firmer touch, playing with his senses. It was often enough to keep him on his toes and fully aware of her every move, but rare enough that she left him shivering and eager for more contact.
Her hand smoothed the air over his stomach and his hands involuntarily moved to reach for her, only to be stopped by the handcuffs she used to restrain him to the headboard in the first place. Emma giggled at his moan of complaint and kept her hands moving along his body, never holding them still over any one part for long.
"You want something, Killian?" She asked, voice breathless and teasing.
"I want you to touch me love. To really touch me and feel me." Killian groaned with need and tried to lift his hips to meet hers, only to be met with air and another melodious peal of laughter.
It was her bloody handcuffs that had started this whole thing. Earlier that day she had confessed it to be a fantasy of hers, having him restrained like this. At the time Killian had let a slow smirk etch its way across his face and lowered his eyes in the way he knew made her heart flutter, and asked her if she had fantasized about him in such a vulnerable position when she first cuffed him on top of the beanstalk or during his stay in the Storybrooke hospital.
Her crimson blush had been answer enough and he had found himself excited at the prospect of being completely at her mercy.
But now her teasing touches were driving him insane. He was hard as a rock and desperate for her and she hadn't done more than divest him of his clothes and ghost her fingers along his skin.
"Hmm, well, you've been good so far, I think you deserve a little reward." The sudden scrape of her nails against his chest, along his nipples and the underside of pecs, was amplified from her teasing, but was nothing compared to the wet drag of her tongue against his throat, licking its way up the column until it reached his mouth. He lifted his face and met the warm softness of her lips in a hard and needy press, which she answered with a harder press of her own against his mouth.
Emma forced his lips open and slid her tongue inside, playing within the cavern and battling his tongue briefly. Killian took advantage of her presence there and sucked lightly on her tongue, earning him a moan from the woman above him as she clenched her fingers against his chest.
All too soon she pulled back and tsked at him. "I said a little reward. But that greedy mouth of yours… You're just asking to be punished now."
"From reward to punishment so quickly? Whatever have I done to deserve such treatment?" Killian asked sarcastically, a smirk on his face.
He could just imagine her expression right now. Her eyes would be failingly admonishing and dark with desire. The evergreen orbs were probably dancing along his form, contemplating the best 'punishment' for him and he expected to have to last through several more moments of fleeting touches until she made her move.
But Emma surprised him by quickly shifting away. He could feel her slinking down his body with determined intent, the drag of her hardened nipples and bare breasts along his skin leaving him to groan and arch his back toward her, desperate for more contact. Her lips skimmed his hips and her hands slid along his thighs, running the length of them and reaching so achingly close to his throbbing cock, but dancing away at the last moment.
"Gods love," Killian groaned. It was more torturous than her fleeting touches had been. Now he had her almost where he needed her and the closest she had come so far was to brush her lips through the curls at his base and ghosting her breath over his tightening balls.
It nearly sent him over the edge right then when she reached out to grasp him firmly, pumping his length in achingly slow strokes. He moaned half in relief at the contact and half in frustration at being built up once again to that golden crest of pleasure without the chance to fall over.
"Darling, if this is your idea of punishment it's not much incentive to behave," What was supposed to sound like his usual cocky self instead came out far needier than he meant, but he couldn't find it in him to care, so long as she never stopped touching him like this, no matter how torturous. Restrained as he was he couldn't reach for her and he didn't dare move his hips against her hands stroking. He must have been a masochist of some sort to enjoy such deprivation.
Killian could practically hear the smirk in her voice. "We'll see how you feel about your 'punishment' soon enough pirate."
She continued to kiss and nip at the sensitive skin of his hips and brought her other hand to lightly stroke his balls. The slow, firm stroke of her hand on his throbbing member was languid and unhurried. It played with his sense of time and made him feel as though he'd been at her mercy for hours already.
The only thing that kept him grounded was her voice, her beautiful voice telling him every dirty thing he could ever want to hear fall from her lips. "You're so fucking hard, you're going to feel so good inside me. You always do," She said; breathe hot against his skin and nose brushing the base of him. "Stretching me the way only you can. I'm always so full when I'm with you."
He could only groan his approval, already remembering how wet and tight she always was around him when he took her. Usually Killian was the one who talked the most in bed, and he loved watching his Swan flush at some of his more colorful descriptions. But he found he liked this change up. Her words combined with the blindfold and his restraints fueled his imaginings of her and he had to force his hips not to buck up against her, lest she pull her hand away from him.
"Have I ever told you that you make it so hard to focus on anything else when your shirt is half open all the time? It makes me want to do this every time I see you."
Emma kept stroking his cock in hard but slow strokes, and he felt her slide up his body, smoothing her other hand along his chest to support her. Her tongue licked its way up the center of his torso and made a path to his nipple, where she took the bud into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. She punctuated every continued tug of her hand on his cock with a bite against his nipple, and Killian dropped his head back against the pillow, wrists pulling helplessly on the handcuffs.
"Bloody hell, Emma! More please!"
"I've wanted you like this for so long," She continued, mouth vibrating against his skin. "Completely wrecked and at my mercy. Begging me to finally let you tip over the edge."
He vaguely realized that the hand not holding his length had gone mysteriously absent and it wasn't until he felt Emma's harsh breathing and moaning against the sensitive skin on the underside of his pec that he realized what she was now doing.
She was touching herself while stroking him.
Emma slid further up his body, breasts reversing their earlier drag against his skin, until she could place her mouth by his ear. When she spoke every puff of air hit him deliciously and her voice came out as needy as Killian felt.
"My fingers have nothing on your cock, but as long as I remember exactly how you touch me then I can- Oh fuck!" Bloody fuck, she was fingering herself? Gods how he wished he could be watching her right now. Watch the smooth glide of her digits in and out of her heat as she brought herself to her peak.
"Fuck, Killian, I just have to- have to curl my fingers where you do inside me and I- Oh yes!" Her voice broke with every stroke she gave herself and he could just imagine how tight her walls must have been by then. Had she found that spot inside herself yet? The one he twisted his fingers for and rubbed mercilessly when he was the one bringing her higher?
"Tell me more, love. I need to hear you. Are you riding your delectable fingers? Or are you playing with your clit too?"
"I am now. Holy shit, I'm thumbing it like you do, in those circles that you make on me and it's… Oh God, so good!"
Killian felt her trembling and knew she was close. Her hand had lost its earlier languid rhythm against his cock and started making jerkier movements that had him dangling from his own peak. He knew she would come first, and he wanted her to. He wanted to hear her fall apart for him even if he couldn't see her or touch her while she did.
"You're so close Emma. Let go, love."
She fell apart at his words, hips rutting into her hand and banging into her other hand still held between them, no longer holding his cock hostage. Her lips latched onto his neck in an effort to quiet herself but she couldn't completely muffle the cries of pleasures that escaped her. Every moan of hers sent vibrations racing through him and his imagination was wild with thoughts of how utterly wrecked and debauched she must have looked in that moment. Her hair would be stuck to her sweat slick brow, eyes lidded with the aftermath of release, content smile gracing her lips, and she would be more beautiful than ever.
His already throbbing cock hardened further at the image.
Moments later Killian felt her fingers slide into his mouth and tasted her essence, the tangy flavor exploding over his tongue. He licked the digits clean and groaned when she finally pulled them from his warm cavern. He felt her lips curve into a smile against the love bite she had just made on his neck amid the puffs of air she was so desperately swallowing.
She lifted herself up and Killian shivered at the sudden chill and loss of her, but when he felt Emma's heat hovering over his hips once again he realized her intentions and moaned loudly.
"I can't wait to take you inside me," She breathed from above him. "I'm so wet just thinking about you. I can never get enough of you."
"Nor I you, love. Please, I need you so much."
He felt her take hold of him to guide his cock inside her and then she sank down on him all at once. Emma immediately set a brutal pace, which Killian was grateful for, as he wasn't sure how much longer he could have held off his own climax. The intensity and speed of her thrusts was such a stark contrast to her earlier hand strokes, which had been slow and methodical, meant to keep the pleasure humming through his veins but never building enough to send him over.
But now as she rode him, one hand flat on his chest and hips slamming down on his to drive his member deeper inside her, he felt the pleasure beginning to boil over all too soon.
"Fuck, Killian, feel so good inside me! So big and hitting me right where I need- Oh God!" She cried out on a particularly hard thrust and Killian moaned in time with her.
He was so close, that glorious edge tauntingly closer than it had been all evening after the teasing touches and hard strokes of her hand on his length. It was all he could do to hold off for even a few more seconds until Emma reached the edge too.
She must have sensed his inevitable release, because he felt her other hand move achingly close to where they were joined and somewhere in the back of his mind he realized she was rubbing her clit in time with her thrusts. Emma's movements grew shakier but no less intense until she finally let out a cry signaling her climax.
Killian lifted his hips up to meet hers and help her ride out her orgasm, grunting at the feeling. Emma's release triggered his, and the tightening of her walls milked him dry with their every continued thrust together. The lights behind his eyes flashed as his every sense was focused solely on the feel of her and the blissful abandon she brought to him. The euphoria crashed over him in a single tidal wave of sensation, sweeping over him and leaving him happily stranded on a beach of blissful aftermath, warm and sated.
When Killian came back down from his high he felt Emma curled up on top of him. Her breasts were pressed deliciously against his chest, legs still straddling his, and his cock still buried deep inside her, only just starting to soften. She panted against his neck and kissed whatever skin she could reach before pulling the blindfold away from his eyes.
He looked at her for the first time since they had started and smirked, absolutely adoring how ruined she looked. Her hair was in complete disarray and her beautiful green eyes were tired but satisfied.
He leaned down as far as he could with his hands still cuffed above him and kissed her hard and fierce, wanting another taste of her. Their tongues danced together briefly until she pulled back and moved over him to release the handcuffs, his member finally sliding out of her. The position left her breasts dangling near his mouth and he gave in to the urge to flick his tongue on the pebbled peaks, taking the flesh in his mouth to suckle when she moaned at the contact.
"God Killian, you are insatiable, you know that?" She was doing a spectacularly poor job of seeming at all annoyed with him. Instead Killian noticed a certain eager fire return to her voice, and he knew their evening was only just beginning.
"No more than you, princess. I only aim to please. Speaking of which…" As soon as his arms were free he brought the limbs to wrap tightly around Emma's back, bringing her chest fully towards his waiting mouth. He took advantage of her momentary surprise and rolled her onto her back with him on top. Killian licked and nipped at her generous bust for several moments before lifting his gaze to her flushed and panting face. He lifted the handcuffs now dangling from his hand, eyes darkening in clear intent.
"I do believe it's my turn to please you, love?"