Recently I requested smutty drabble prompts via tumblr...

Disclaimer: I don't own OUAT.

Anonymous asked:

If you're taking smutty prompts I'd love to see a fic where Killian is the one making all the noise and Emma loves every minute of what she's doing to him ;)

"Bloody fucking hell Emma."

Smirking a little at the rasped and nearly pained tone of his voice, Emma made a mewling sound in the back of her throat, shifting her grip on the headboard in front of her as she continued to grind down on him, riding him hard and fast—lower lip drawn into her mouth, the feel of his length buried deep inside of her along with his good hand warm on her hip, coupled with the cool pinch of his hook resting on her ass only driving her to move faster.

"You're…amazing…simply amazing—"

Clenching around him, squeezing her muscles tightly, she looked down at him as his words broke off and he grunted and groaned beneath her, the sight of him—dark hair a tousled mess, lips parted slightly, and eyes, bright and unfocused, staring up at her hazily—bringing a slow and satisfied smile to her lips.

He looked devastated; ruined, wrecked…and she absolutely loved it.

Hands releasing the headboard, she placed them on his chest; fingers splaying out across the scar marked skin there, her hips halted in their movements before she lifted them slowly, drawing him out of her inch by inch before taking him back in, her change in pace drawing a livid and broken curse from his lips. It was an amazing feeling—reducing him to a panting and muttering mess; and wanting more, watching as his tongue darted out to lick his lips, feeling a little drunk off of her own feminine power, she leaned forward suddenly, breasts pushing against him as she rocked her hips into his. And catching his mouth in a rough and nearly bruising kiss, she sucked on his lower lip a little before drawing his tongue into her mouth, riding him a little faster now, her rhythm a bit more punishing—his body thrusting upwards in response and forcing his cock further into her as he swore harshly under his breath.

"Emma…"

She wasn't sure if he was damning her name or worshipping it.

And deciding that she didn't really care, his slew of curses and pants and broken statements only continuing to drive her on, she threw her head back, picked up her pace once again, and let the fire that was slowly spreading throughout her body consume her entirely as she rode them both into sweet and blissful oblivion…

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