Trying Something New is a series of smutty stories I've been working on in which a post-Neverland Killian and Emma fall for each other and find various ways to explore their relationship. Lots of sex, role playing, and a few mushy moments here and there. But essentially smut.
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Once Upon a Time, though I really do think Hook and Emma make a sexy pair. Just sayin'.
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Trying Something New: Movie Night
(Emma finds Hook enjoying their movie, and wants to watch. Masturbation, voyeurism, and good old fashioned sex with a few feels cause I was in the mood.)
Emma tiptoed in the front door, slipping off her boots and padding across the apartment in her socks. She'd decided to surprise Killian by coming home early. She heard him moan quietly as she approached their bedroom, and was only slightly surprised to find him sitting in bed watching a movie. Their movie. While stroking himself.
Oh, this wasn't exactly what she expected.
Killian had been thinking about her all morning. She'd rushed off to work early, despite his pleas to share a quick moment in bed or at least make use of
the shower together. He was getting used to having her in the mornings, starting his day bringing them both over the edge. He'd read somewhere, perhaps one of those publications called magazines, that sex could be like a drug, and he was certainly addicted to his Swan. He ate breakfast and took a shower, trying to push aside thoughts of her writhing under him, but in the end he'd given up. There was nothing to do for it but take care of the need himself, and luckily he had just the DVD to help him along.
He'd started at the beginning. Sometimes he liked to skip to the chapter where he was fucking her, but today he wanted to imagine her just as desperate and aching for him as he was for her. He took off his jeans, but didn't touch himself right away, instead watching her pleasure herself for him. Gods, he could see how soaking wet she'd been that night, her fingers gliding over her pink folds with ease and her nipples so deliciously hard that he wanted to jump through the screen and take them into his mouth. By the time she started fucking herself with the pink mechanical cock, his fingers were brushing his length teasingly, but he waited until the next scene to really get started.
When the DVD moved to the next chapter, he added a generous squirt of lube to his hand and began to stroke himself, imagining her hot, wet mouth instead of his own hand. It would never really compare, but he could make do. He watched her nipping, licking, sucking on his cock, thinking about how good she was at such an intimate act. And her eyes- gods, they were beautiful, sparkling a dozen shades of green and full of lust and mischief.
He didn't seem to notice her there yet, too blue eyes locked on the screen where he watched her sucking his cock. She had to admit- for amateur porn, it did look good. They had watched it together that first night (it had led to yet another hour of amazing sex), and then she'd taken the liberty of editing it on the computer and burning a copy to DVD, giving it to him after reinforcing their promise to keep it from anyone else's sight. But she didn't know he'd actually watched, or *ahem* used it since then, figuring it was more of a novelty.
She took the opportunity to stare openly at him as she peeked around the doorway. He'd obviously gotten up and showered at some point, his hair still wet and a little wild as it dried. Hooded blue eyes stared ahead, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he watched the video of her sucking him. His breathing was a little rapid, a small moan escaping his lips every so often- especially when her eyes made contact with the camera. (Obviously he liked eye contact. Good to know.) He'd put on a tight black tshirt, but his jeans were draped over the bed, leaving him bare from the waist down. A bottle of lube lay next to him on the bed, and she noticed how slick and shiny his cock looked as he worked his hand over it. He looked hard and hot, and if she hadn't gotten herself all worked up thinking about him on the way over, the sight of him jerking off while he watched the video of her blowing him would have done the trick.
"Mmmm, gods" he moaned again, as he watched her lick up the length of him as she eyed the camera before deep throating him again.
Emma had to bite her own lips to keep from moaning herself as she watched him, his thumb brushing over the head of his cock with each stroke. "Oh, Emma," he moaned, causing her breath to catch in her throat. He was really turned on by this. She tried to stay completely silent, unbelievably aroused by the thought of him jerking off to her when she wasn't around. It was empowering. It was endearing. And it was really fucking hot to watch.
After another minute of so, she saw something shift on his face, a slight smirk playing over his lips. He slowed down slightly, as if he was letting himself calm down, hand still moving over his cock but more gently. "Been watching a while, love?" He asked, eyes darting towards the door.
It had been the subtle smell of her shampoo that had first alerted him, but the hitch in her breath had told him that she was watching, and that she liked what she saw. He wasn't sure exactly how long she'd been there before he noticed her; obviously he'd been a little distracted.
"Maybe," she teased, struggling to maintain her composure and any semblance of eye contact as he continued to rub himself when she entered the bedroom, peeling off her sweater and jeans before joining him on the bed in her bra and panties.
"How else am I to get my fill of you when you're away?" He snaked his hooked arm around her waist and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "This old pirate gets lonely sometimes."
"Does he now?"
"Of course. And what am I supposed to do when you're stuck at that infernal job of yours?"
"Looks like you've figured out an answer to that on your own," she responded in an embarrassingly breathy voice, running her fingers over his right forearm as he continued to stroke himself.
"I've been a sailor for a long time, love. One learns how to take care of certain... urges when alone at sea." He gestured to the TV, where she was still sucking him. "Although this would have made the months on the ocean much more tolerable."
"Show me." She whispered. "Show me how you think of me and what you want when I'm not around."
"But you are around," he countered, eyes taking over her nearly naked form.
"Please," she asked, moving her own hand under her soaked panties, fingers dipping in lightly to caress her folds. "I want to watch you, and then you can have me any way you want."
He paused the video, eyes meeting hers in challenge. "So, I show you how I satisfy my lust when you're not around, and you'll... Make another movie with me? I'd love to have one of you fucking me on my magnificent ship, maybe bent over my desk or up against the mast, or riding me on the slippery deck."
Goddamn him, how could she say no to any of that?
"Oh my god."
He whispered against her ear, "Is that a yes?"
"It's a yes. And I'll fuck you again after you come now too, if you want it."
"You know I'll want it." He nuzzled at her neck, then pumped his hand up and down once before looking her in the eyes. "So, what do you want to know?"
"Show me how you take care of yourself."
"How I do it now? How I did it back on the Jolly, before you succumbed to my charms and let me into your bed?"
"I don't know. Both?"
He chuckled. "Greedy lass. Well, we can return to the movie," he hit pause, "but I didn't have that when we first returned to Storybrooke, so I had to use my imagination." He averted his eyes slightly, a look almost approximating guilt creeping across his face. "Well, and I may be a gentleman, but that didn't necessarily stop me from watching you bathe and change a few times. There are a few hidden peepholes on my ship that came in very handy."
"Killian!" She gasped. "You didn't!"
"I'm a pirate, love, not a saint. And it did wonders for my fantasies." He ran his thumb over the head of his cock with a sigh. "I used to lie back on my bed, when the night was quiet, and think of you, Emma. I'd imagine kissing you again, the way your hair felt in my hand, your body pressed against mine, your lips soft and sweet and demanding all at once. I always imagined you'd be something of a tempest in the bedroom," he smiled conspiratorially, "giving as good as you got. And as much as I wanted to take you, what I really wanted was for you to want me, to choose me. So I'd imagine you coming to me, covering my body with yours, kissing me, kissing your way down my body, and wrapping your soft lips around my cock." He began to stroke himself again as he described his fantasy to her. "I'd caught glimpses of what your beautiful body looked like, your skin, your long legs, soft breasts, that amazing ass. I pictured you bare and wanton, sucking my cock like it was the best thing you'd ever tasted."
She moved her fingers to play over his as he stroked himself, encouraging him to continue, her other hand working over her clit between her trembling thighs.
"Sometimes I'd come just imagining your mouth, but more often than not I'd imagine you getting wet while sucking me, so wet that you needed me inside you as well. I'd picture you riding me, calling my name. I'd imagine how hot and wet and tight you'd be, how good you'd feel wrapped around me. How you'd tremble in my arms as you came." He laid down onto the bed, hand pumping faster now as his hips rose with each stroke, eyes closed and head thrown back. She'd never watched a man jerk off before, certainly not while imagining her. Killian was a gorgeous man, there was no denying it, but imagining him in his cabin, pleasuring himself as he thought of her, was nearly too much. She blurted out a confession.
"I thought about it too." It was quiet, but she knew he'd heard. "Before I gave in... I used to fuck myself imaging it was you. Your mouth, your cock. Those toys I have. They were you."
He groaned, eyes locking on hers through a haze of desire. "Truly, love?"
"All the time," she whispered, a little embarrassed but encouraged by how much it seemed to mean to him. "But, after Echo Cave... I knew how you felt about me, and it didn't seem fair to lead you on if I wasn't sure... To hurt you when I didn't know if I could handle more. But I wanted you. God, Killian, I wanted you."
"Fuck, Emma," he groaned; his voice was deep and rough, and it shot right to her core. She slipped her panties off- they were totally soaked anyway- and ran her thumb over her wet slit before circling the head of his cock with her wetness, drawing another moan from him.
"How 'bout you finish to the movie, and then I'll see about recreating the fantasy for you, just as you described it?"
He slowed his strokes again, getting a little more lube on his hand. "Well, now that I have this movie, I like to watch you suck me, or fuck me. I started using the lube because feels more like your wetness, more like your mouth and cunny do." He pushed play, his slippery hand skimming over his rock hard cock with ease, as the scene with her blowing him came back on. "I always like to imagine your talented mouth on me. Gods, Emma, it feels so good when you suck my cock. And you look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around me." His eyes were half-open now, watching the screen again as he stroked himself.
She kissed her way across his jaw and neck, intertwining her fingers with his own around his cock, her soft skin contrasting with his calloused hands. "Come for me, Killian," she spoke against his ear, gently pulling his earring between her teeth. "Let me see you."
He groaned again, and gripped himself tighter, her name leaving his lips in a broken cry as he found his release, his seed shooting over their hands and his belly. It was one of the hottest things she had ever seen.
She kissed him, then crawled down to lick him clean, his appreciative moans and sighs quiet as he relaxed. She laid her head on his stomach, fingers trailing over his thighs and hips as she rolled her hips back and forth, incredibly turned on. "God, Killian. That was so sexy. I don't know why, but it was."
"You do look a little worked up, love," he chuckled as she greedily sucked on his fingers, cleaning the last remnants of his release off of them. "But keep doing that and I think I'll be able to help you out with your little problem."
"You did say you liked my mouth," she purred. "And I'll let you in on a secret: I don't usually do...that for the men I'm with- I mean, I don't hate the act itself, but it's just so intimate, and I hadn't done it for a long time, before you. Maybe its because you always keep me satisfied, or because I love you, but I love sucking your cock, Killian. I really do."
He moaned as she kissed her way across his hips, working her way to where he was already hard for her again. "And I did promise to make your fantasy come true."
He grabbed her and hauled her onto his chest, hand tangling in her hair as he kissed her deeply. "Emma, love, I don't deserve you."
"Shut up, and lay back," she laughed, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside, doing the same with her bra. She kissed her way back down his body, then took his cock into her mouth, licking, sucking, worshipping him with everything she could. "Oh, gods, Emma," he moaned. "Gods you feel so good."
"You taste so good," she replied, licking him from base to head as she looked up at him, remembering his apparent thing for eye contact. Watching the way his blue eyes blazed as he watched her, she had to assume he liked what he saw. She continued to suck him, taking him deep, then shallow, then fast, then torturously slow, finally setting into a rhythm that had him thrusting back into her mouth and moaning.
"Emma, love." His voice was shaky. "Do you want me inside you?"
"You know I do."
"Tell me, lass. Tell me you want me."
"Killian Jones, I have never wanted anyone more in my life. I don't just want you, I need you inside me."
He grabbed her again, pulling her on top of him. She quickly adjusted herself and sank down on him in one fluid motion, crying out as he stretched her. Fuck, she was so close already. Behind her, their DVD played on, and he adjusted his position so they could both watch. "Look how beautiful you are when you're wrapped around me. Darling, you're a vision."
She was too busy watching how good HE looked to worry about herself. The camera could capture angles she never got to see during sex, and watching him slide in and out of her was pretty mesmerizing. "Oh my god, look at your cock," she murmured, feeling her walls flutter around him as she got even more aroused. She rode him harder, chasing the pleasure as he bucked up into her. "Aye, love. That's it. Come around me."
"Killian, I'm going to...," she gasped, throwing her head back as she cried out, walls clenching around him as he thrust up into her, finding his own climax and spilling himself deep inside her. She braced herself with her hands on his chest, both of them breathing hard as they came back down to earth. She laid down, pressing her ear to his chest as she clung to his shoulders. She felt him soften and slipped off of him, curling into his side. She laced his fingers with his.
"I still can't believe you're really mine," he whispered against her hair.
"I can't believe you exist, let alone that you're mine," she giggled. "Captain Hook."
"Oi! Captain Hook is very real, and he is going to fuck you on his ship, love, and you'll have one of these videos to prove it."
"So you can take one with you next time you sail away?" She asked, a hint of sadness creeping into her voice.
"Hardly, lass. Next time I set sail, I'm taking you."