Anonymous asked:
drabble prompt: secret affair
*takes place is Neverland*
It's wrong.
"This—this is the last time." she murmurs, her teeth nibbling on his lower lip lightly as they stumble clumsily through the thick line of trees—her fingers unsteady and trembling already working on the laces of his pants. "We—we gotta be quick." She tells him, her thighs clenching together in anticipation as she reaches inside to feel him already hard and pulsing and ready for her.
It's wrong.
She knows it is.
Neal is alive and well and back at the camp, desperate to find Henry and more than willing to give her everything she's never had.
Everything she's always wanted…
A family.
A home.
And even so, with the promise of something more lingering in the distance, these little trysts with Hook have continued to happen—again and again and again. What had started as a quick and angry fuck on the heels of a heated argument has become much too frequent…much too routine…
Much too necessary.
It's wrong.
Her back hits a large boulder, the jolt of pain jarring her as he steps in between her legs—his lips finding the pulse point of her neck as his hand quickly busies itself between her open thighs. Jerking the zipper of her pants down, he parts her slick folds and pushes a finger into her fast; the feel of his lips curving into a smile against her skin as she lets out a strangled gasp, only fueling her already mounting desire.
It's so wrong.
Head falling back, breathing coming out heavy, she gives herself over to sensation only—half of her aware that Neal and her parents could stumble upon them at any moment, the other half refusing to care.
"So wet for me Swan, always so wet."
It's so goddamned wrong.
He pulls back suddenly, his fingers grasping her elbow somewhat painfully before turning her around quickly, forcing her to shoot her arms out so that she can brace herself against the rough boulder. Biting her lip, drawing blood and savoring the taste, she registers the feel of her pants being dragged down to her boots—the smooth tip of his cock nudging at her hot entrance impatiently. And with a moan on her lips, she closes her eyes, welcoming the stretch and burn, the pleasure and pain, when he places his hook on her lower back, angling her down and forcing her to bend over as he enters her from behind in one hard and ruthless thrust.
And she knows it's so fucking wrong.
But, as her walls squeeze him tightly, as he sets a fast and brutal pace, as his curses and grunts filter to her ears, as her body hums and buzzes and something sparking and hot begins to heat low in her belly, as the world around her begins to fade away…
She just can't bring herself to care.
End.
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