I had put a request on tumblr for some smutty drabble prompts this (and subsequent chapters) are the result...

M-content ahead...

Disclaimer: I don't own OUAT.

Review please!

Anonymous asked:

Emma really needs Killian to go down on her. Bonus if she's so turned on by it that she swears like a sailor throughout it.

She needed this.

Badly.

"Oh God."

Pants pooled at her feet, she leaned against the desk behind her, whispering the words hoarsely, her voice breaking a little as she felt him shift against her, urging her to open her legs wider as he knelt between her thighs—his mere presence igniting a burning fire deep within her.

Jesus Christ she really needed this.

The scruff of his beard sliding up her leg nearly causing her to buck her hips forward, she closed her eyes shut tight as he worked his busy mouth closer to where she was practically dripping and physically aching for him most—the cool metal of his hook resting against the curve of her ass, his fingers dancing their way up her thigh and following the path his lips had taken.

"Oh God, oh God, Oh God…"

Ears ringing, pulse racing, and skin hot and flushed, her fingers curled into the smooth wood of the table, gripping it tightly as she felt his breath whoosh out over her sensitive bundle of nerves—the sensation causing a spark of pleasure to kindle low in her belly as a rush of warmth flooded her body fast.

"Please." she whimpered it, not caring how weak and desperate she sounded. She wanted…no needed…his goddamned mouth on her now. And shifting closer, pulling him to her, heart pounding and mind going completely blank, she let out a sigh of relief when finally, finally, he obliged her near frantic request, his mouth closing over her clit and sucking on it lightly—sparks of heat jolting her entire body forward, a soft moan slipping from her lips.

She really, really needed this.

Since they had come back to the Enchanted Forest, her parents, her son, the dwarves, Ruby, Regina, random townsfolk—everyone and anyone—continually monopolized her time; requesting her help, her input, her abilities, as they struggled to rebuild the fragile and unstable kingdom.

And she understood.

She really did.

But sometimes a girl just needed some goddamned release.

And the pirate who was currently kneeling between her thighs—talented mouth devouring her like a fucking starved man—knew exactly what to do to give her just that.

"Emma…"

At the sound of her name, mumbled against her skin—hot breath ghosting across her—her eyes snapped open; and looking down at him she watched as he lifted his gaze to hers, somewhat surprised to find that her hands were gripping his head tightly; the sight of him—dark hair a wild mess, eyes intense and hooded—sending a thrill of lust shooting through her fast, her thighs clenching slightly at the devastating sight.

"Relax.." his good hand shifting a little, he continued to hold her eyes as he traced a long ringed finger up and down her wet slit, the sensation drawing a soft and somewhat defeated moan from her, as her hips moved, of their own accord, writhing sinuously.

"I am…I just…."

"You're thinking." he stated simply, knowingly, arching a sharp black brow up at her as he continued to work her slowly. "Quit thinking…just feel. I don't want your mind on anything else other than what I'm doing to you…" Teeth flashing bright and white, he grinned at her wide and taunting, the corners of his mouth lifting lazily—the effect when coupled with his disheveled appearance undeniably sinful. And sliding one long finger into her, pushing it up to the knuckle before drawing it out only to push it right back in again, he watched her unblinkingly—his calculated actions sending shock-waves of pleasure rippling throughout her as he continued to finger her slowly. "I'm going to make you come undone sweetheart. I'm going to have you panting and wanton and absolutely fucking ruined…and I want your complete and unwavering attention as I get you there."

"Oh God…"

Thrusting her hips upwards unthinkingly, vaguely wishing she could expand her vocabulary just a little, knowing he'd probably mock her lack of wit later; her fingers twisted in his hair as she shoved his head back down; her teeth gritting together tightly as she felt him chuckle against her skin, the low vibrations dancing over her nearly doing her in—a broken curse escaping her lips and echoing in the otherwise silent room as he pulled his finger out of her again.

"Killian—"

Surging forward he cut her off.

Hooked hand snaking behind her and forcing her body towards him, he pressed her against him as suddenly and without warning he delved his tongue deep inside of her, thrusting it in once, twice, again and again before pulling it out and flicking it lightly across her clit in quick and rapid succession, repeating the actions—thrust, lick, flick—over and over until she was a complete mess…putty in his goddamned hands.

"Come for me darling."

And no matter how hard she tried to resist him—a defiant and stubborn part of her unwilling to give into him so easily—she couldn't stop the gasping moans that escaped her. Fingers threading through his hair, tugging and pulling him forward, her hips unabashedly fucked his face; the pleasure inside of her only mounting and growing as he continued to expertly play his tongue and fingers over her—sensation after sensation bombarding her body as unforgiving pressure began to build within her.

She couldn't take it anymore.

Jesus Christ, how the hell was she supposed to survive this?

Too much.

Not enough.

Never enough.

No, she could never get enough of him.

And then, as promised, suddenly, abruptly, he had her panting and wanton and absolutely fucking ruined…coming hard and fast around him—the sound of her sharp cry of release lingering in the air between them as she rode out wave after wave of unyielding pleasure, focusing on him and only him as he continued to eagerly and greedily lap her up.

So good.

It was always so so good.

Coming down from her high, somewhat surprised to see that she was still able to stand on her own; she watched through hazy and unfocused eyes as he finally pulled away from her, placing a soft kiss on her inner thigh before running his tongue across his lips in a way that had her biting the inside of her cheek and mentally cursing him to hell and back, knowing full well he was aware of the image he made.

But as he slowly stood, his body leisurely drawing up the length of hers, she couldn't resist meeting his somewhat smug smile with a slightly predatory one of her own, a thrill of satisfaction coursing through her as she came back into herself a little—lust, want, desire all roaring to life inside of her once again as she suddenly kicked her pants away without thought, uncaring as to where they landed.

Surging forward, her hunger not even fucking close to being fully sated, she reversed their positions near effortlessly, turning and pinning him against the desk in one fluid and quick movement before crashing her lips against his; the sound of his muffled grunt of surprise turning into an appreciative groan like sweet music to her still buzzing ears—the slightly tangy taste of her still lingering on his tongue sending wave after wave of need crashing down around her.

And pulling back, shooting him a slow and wicked grin, suddenly eager to reverse their previous roles, hands finding their way to the waistband of his pants, her fingers dipped beneath the fabric. Dancing them across his hard and straining length, she stroked him gently, knowingly; the sound of his soft and broken curse echoing in her ears as she sunk to her knees slowly. And with adrenaline coursing through her fast, the picture of him—hair a mess, eyes bright and intense and lips parted slightly—implanting itself into her brain, she couldn't help the husky laugh that escaped her lips when he mumbled her name, his hands fisting into her hair as he quickly began to unravel above her.

And good God, she had really fucking needed this…

Review?