Make Me Fall Apart Chapter 1, an once upon a time fanfic

I do not own Once Upon a Time.

Hi, I'm back with a one-shot I never intended to post or even write. But it's totally the pregnancy hormones and I'm in a mood. So yeah, don't judge.

Enjoy.

Edit: So, things *kinda* got out of hand with this story and instead of the 1 chapter I had originally planned, it's 15 planned chapters plus an epilogue.

I went back into chapters 1-3 to edit because of where the plot went, yeah there is a plot now. You will notice the addition of the magical sand dollar and locator spell, how she got them will be explained.

February

"What's going through that beautiful mind of yours, lass?"

The warm voice made her blink a few times as her eyes adjusted to the dark room. Old fashion surroundings, a handful of candles lit the room just enough to see but not to overwhelm. The whole room was slightly rocking, so a ship. But what kind of ship?

Her eyes then fell on the person sitting across the small table from her. Dark hair, blue eyes, and head to toe black leather.

Captain Killian Jones.

And the past hour came back to her. Meeting him in a crowded tavern, the game of dice, his curiosity about her attire, their conversation that had more than one well-placed dirty comment and the mention of a nightcap.

One she clearly took him up on given where she was now.

"You think I have a beautiful mind, Captain?" she asked, her hand wrapped around the small cup in front of her. She could smell the rum and decided to take a few sips. Liquid courage or maybe just something to calm her nerves. Had this idea been stupid? A magical sand dollar and locator spell just so she could have a good time? Because Lord knew she needed one, even if she hadn't admitted to it.

"As beautiful as every other inch of you, I assume."

Her eyebrow raised at his assumption. Besides the fact that the man was gorgeous, his voice dipped of desire. She felt herself begin to get aroused.

"You assume?" She grinned. She could play along and have some fun or rather pleasure along the way.

"You could quiet my musings, lass."

"I could, but I doubt there would be anything quiet about it, Captain." She not so innocently commented.

His tongue darted out of his mouth and ran across his bottom lip. His eyes locked on to hers and she couldn't have looked away even if she wanted to.

Suddenly the room became hot, and she quickly pulled her light sweater off her shoulders and dropped it to the back of the chair.

"In any case, you strike me as the sort of woman who knows what she wants and then goes for it." He commented.

"Depends."

"On what?"

"If the feeling is mutual. This is a two-way street." She needed to make that point clear. Was she seriously asking the man if he wanted to have sex? She could very well be the first woman to ask instead of instantly jumping into bed with him. Not that she knew that for sure, but one just had to look at him. Women were obviously throwing themselves at him. And now she would just be another one.

He paused for a moment, possibly appreciating the gesture, then leaned forward. "The feeling is very mutual."

That was all she needed to hear, and a sensual smile crossed her face. "Well, in that case," The last thing she wanted to appear was desperate and throw herself at him. So, she would take this slowly. Thankfully, her legs hadn't turned to jelly and were able to support her weight as she stood up and walked around the table to him.

Killian's eyes followed her and widened a bit when she sat herself down in his lap. His hook touched her lower back and his hand rested quite high on her thigh.

"Maybe I shouldn't leave you waiting too long." One of her arms went behind his neck and her hand touched his chest.

"Good idea, though I can be quite patient, lass."

Their eyes met and then she leaned forward, he met her halfway. She started slow; light kisses, tongue dragging along his lips.

Now she was ready for a bit more. The kisses became rougher, and she nipped his lips.

His hand left her leg and gently touched her chin, His finger pulled down, opening her mouth. The kisses deepened and his tongue thoroughly explored her mouth. He pulled her flush against his chest.

Desire was rising in her, and she let herself lose all sense of reason.

Until all his layers of leather began to get in the way.

She suddenly pulled back, eyes downcast and breathing fast. Her hands went to his shoulders, pushing the heavy coat off. He went along with it, arms moving to free themselves from the sleeves. The coat was draped over the back of the chair.

"Someone is in a rush." He whispered, placing a kiss on her neck.

"You have too many layers on. And we have all night."

The vest was next with its intricate fasteners. They opened easier than she had expected. That too was quickly shed.

Now for the shirt.

But his hand was faster, stopping her. "Don't." There was a brokenness to his voice and some embarrassment. It had to be because of the brace, the hook, and the lack of a hand.

She nodded and gently kissed his lips, silently telling him it was alright. Besides, there was another part of his body she wanted exposed more.

He responded by kissing her neck, scattering kisses of various lengths. His hand crept under the hem of her top, caressing her stomach. "Now who's wearing too many layers, love?" He chuckled.

"That's easily fixable." She got to her feet and repositioned herself, straddling his lap.

Every inch of his body responded to this new position. Soon, very soon. There was no rush.

She locked eyes with him and slowly pulled her top up and then over her head. His hook came up behind her back, the cold metal curve resting on her shoulder blade. She shivered and it wasn't completely from the cold.

He stared confused at her bra. She brought his hand up behind her back and assisted him in opening the clasp.

She let it fall to the floor along with her shirt. Now she was exposed from the waist up. How much longer would that be all that he saw?

His dark eyes took in the sight before him, and a strangled noise escaped from his throat. "Stunning, love." And he latched his lips to her collarbone. Kisses were peppered on her neck, shoulders, and the hollow of her throat.

Their night had barely begun and already she didn't know how much more she could take before she crashed. All her desire went right to her core. She knew she wanted him inside of her when her release came.

His lips began to travel down, but given his current angle, he wouldn't be able to reach where they both wanted him to be. To offer some help, she lifted herself up. The pace of the kisses slowed and were more drawn out. She sighed in pleasure, and he correctly took it to mean 'don't stop' and paid close attention to what was right in front of him.

He attacked her right breast, sucking the nipple to make it into a hard peak then running his tongue all around it. All the while, his hand kneaded her other breast. His nose only gently touched the underside, making her gasp. Then he latched to the breast and sucked hard, letting go with a loud smack. "Tonight, you are mine."

He had marked her. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

Her fingers threaded into his hair, trying to keep him where she needed him. His mouth and hand were still toying with her breasts, making her nails gently scratch his scalp. He growled in appreciation. Everything was almost too much; her back was arching, and she didn't realize how high she had lifted herself.

Suddenly his hand went to her shoulder and slammed her down. His mouth captured hers, swallowing her gasp.

Her already soaked core had come in contact with something hard and large.

No more playing around, she needed him in her now.

"Shall we move to somewhere a bit more comfortable?" Even his voice sounded strained, like his pants.

Silently, she rolled her hips a few times, making them both moan. The thin fabric of her leggings on the thick leather of his pants created just the right amount of friction on her core. But she did nod a moment later and somehow managed to climb off his lap and walked toward the bed. "Clothes off."

He chuckled and she heard him fumble with his boots and the laces of his pants. She kicked off her shoes and pulled her leggings off.

Then she turned around to see Killian only clad in his shirt. A large hard cock was definitely waiting for her. She had to force herself not to gasp. She was going to have a wild night, just the way she wanted to.

Just a small piece of lacy fabric was between her completely naked body and Hook's lustful eyes.

"Like what you see, Captain?"

"Very much so. And I believe you like the view also." His eyes darkened as she slowly spun around, slowly letting him see everything. "Are you ready, lass?"

She still had her back to him, and she took his hand to feel down her stomach and into her underwear, to her dipping core. "You tell me."

He hissed in anticipation. "So wet for me." His fingers slowly stroked her folds and teased her.

Her eyes fluttered and she actually whimpered a little. He was incredibly talented with just that one hand; she didn't want to think how many other women he had been with. Tonight, all that mattered was the two of them. She pushed herself further into him, grinding her covered ass into his cock.

His hook pulled the tie out of her hair then pushed it to the side to lay soft kisses at the top of her spine. Then his lips traveled down, and he lowered himself to his knees behind her, his hand never leaving her core. His mouth got to the top of her underwear, and she suddenly felt teeth.

That made her pull his hand away and she knelt on the bed, facing him. He needed to be inside of her now. Her fingers slowly pulled the lacy fabric down, watching his reaction.

"Take me." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I'm yours tonight."

She didn't know how the next few actions happened so fast, but she was on her back, underwear ripped and, on the floor, and Killian's entire body pressing her into the mattress, cock already lined up with her entrance.

They locked eyes and he just teased her.

"Please, I need you inside of me." She half begged.

He only grinned and slowly entered her, giving her a moment to adjust to his size. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips as he dragged against her walls. The thrusts were slow and calculated.

Then she threw a leg over his hip to deepen his angle. "Harder." And the thrusts began to increase in speed. Then suddenly he pulled out completely and not giving her a moment to complain, rammed back in, making her see stars.

She almost couldn't breathe, between the motion between her legs and the heavy pirate chains weighing on her chest.

She felt her release coming, fast. He seemed to be able to sense it and pulled out again. He didn't come back right away.

He moved himself into a sitting position and dragged her into his lap, the same position from the chair, just less layers between them. She quickly readjusted herself on him, not wanting to lose the high she was currently on. His cock slipped in easily and she rocked her hips.

The thrusts upwards were rough, and she bounced along with them, holding on to his shoulders for support.

"So close." She moaned. Her hips rolled and he hit her just right inside.

"Come for me." He said and reached down to where they were joined and teased her sensitive numb.

That made her scream as her release washed over her and she somehow forced herself not to stop rocking. "Come with me." She wanted him to experience the same high.

A guttural moan came from him, and she felt his release inside of her. Killian slowed and eased her down from her high.

Her head dropped to her shoulder as she struggled to breathe. He pressed a gentle kiss to her neck. Then she pulled herself back and away from him. His cock slipped out of her, and she whimpered at the loss.

A moment, maybe more than a moment, would be all she needed to recover. Her mind had been blown and he had been the reason. She wanted more, wanted to experience everything he had to offer. Once was not nearly enough.

She was lying back on the bed, soft pillows under her head, not caring about being completely exposed. Killian lay down next to her, just watching her breathe. And an over-confident smile was plastered on his face. "You are stunning when you fall apart, lass."

"Thanks, you are more than welcome to see it again."

"Oh, am I?"

"Did you really think once would be enough?"

A low whistle blew through his lips. Then he was silent.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked.

"Thinking about what I want to do to you next." His hook ran up and down her arm and then her neck and collarbone. She sighed, enjoying the feeling, the curve, the thickness, the cold, even the danger.

"Just lie back and relax." He whispered as he hovered over her, balancing himself on his arm while his hand rubbed tiny circles into her hip. "Now where did I leave off?" He descended on the left breast, dragging his tongue around it before going to the nipple and sucking.

Already desire was building in her core, again.

He dragged his nose between her breasts, leaving tiny kisses in his wake. He then leaned up and touched his hook to the wet spots.

A gasp came from her. That felt so good, and she wondered if it would feel just as good other places as well.

She reached and brought the hook to her left nipple and let it slowly circle it until it hardened.

A growl came from Killian. "I like the way you think love, but that was not where I was planning on dragging that."

Not where he had planned on dragging that? Her breath hitched, what did he have in store for her?

He took the hook back and lowered himself back down. His lips touched her ribs and her stomach.

The kisses varied in length and pressure, gentle butterfly kisses, long tongue dragging, something in the middle.

"Feels so good." She felt like complimenting him. Maybe it would make him kick up his game.

"I haven't even started yet."

His words made her heart beat faster and she swallowed hard.

Now his lips were extremely low on her stomach, almost near where she wanted him. But she had a feeling the length of the bed would not accommodate what she needed. So, she attempted to lean up slightly and ended up pulling herself away from him in the process.

"Just where do you think you are going?" He growled and dragged her lower half off the bed.

She then knew there would be no relaxing.

Killian knelt in front of her, their eyes met. His were almost black.

One moment seemed like a lifetime. Then his head disappeared between her legs.

A sudden breath of hot air blew across her core. She inhaled sharply. Her hips reacted instantly and buckled upwards.

Killian darkly chuckled and pulled her back down, but not before throwing her leg over his shoulder. His tongue licked her folds.

She trembled and moaned loudly. "Don't stop." That was almost a plea. Her hands were fisted into the sheets, not waiting to touch him, afraid it would throw off his concentration.

"Wouldn't dream of it." She felt him smirk and his tongue teased her entrance. Then his teeth played with her sensitive areas.

Her release was coming, hard and fast. She felt slightly embarrassed to be at this point again so fast. But the man between her legs knew what he was doing and apparently had an incredibly talented tongue.

She was a mess, a combination of shakes, whimpers, and shivers. Another sound would have come from her had her mouth not been covered by her hand.

He paused and pulled back. "Don't bother keeping quiet, love. There's no one around. Besides, I want to hear every noise you make."

Now she was close, so very close. And she suddenly felt something cold and metal slowly stroke her folds.

A loud gasp was torn from her soul, and she did nothing to stop herself from dragging her wet core along the curve.

He spread her wider and his tongue joined his hook at her entrance. Her second release crashed violently over her, and he helped her ride it out.

She closed her eyes and forced herself to catch her breath. "How are you real?"

Killian helped her back onto the bed, his chin was still wet. He then had a cloth in his hand and gently cleaned her up.

"I'll give you a break and then you can tell me what you want me to do to you." He kissed her gently on the forehead.

What did she want him to do to her? More? Could she handle another round? Her eyes scanned the room and they fell on one interesting item. That could be fun.

Her legs needed a moment or ten to recover so she just plotted everything in her head.

A few minutes later and he still hadn't put his pants back on. She had to admire the view. But she was still curious about what was under the shirt.

She was finally able to stand on her own two legs. She walked over to him and placed her hands on his chest.

"Is there something I can help you with, lass?" A grin crossed his face.

"You said I can't see but can I touch?" she asked gently.

His eyes dropped and he sighed. But he did nod. He guided her hands to the hem of his shirt and then up. The muscles under her fingers were hard from years at sea. She could imagine what his chest looked like, and her gentle touch seemed to put him at ease.

She lifted her face to meet his and kissed his mouth. He responded back. Under the shirt, her fingernails ran down his chest as he deepened the kisses. His hand came around her and tightly squeezed her ass.

"Is this what you wanted from me, lass?"

"Not even close. Are you ready to know what I want you to do to me?"

"Very ready."

"Good, close your eyes." He did so and she guided him to sit on the bed.

Then she pulled her chair over in front of him. And finally, the piece that would get the desire burning, the large mirror. She placed it on the chair.

She settled herself between his spread legs, her back pushed up against his chest. "Open your eyes."

He met her gaze in the mirror and she couldn't quite read his expression. "Bloody hell."

"One finger," She started then spread her legs wide, exposing everything to the both of them. "I want you to make me fall apart and we are going to watch."

Now his breath was caught in his throat. "You have a very dirty mind, love." His eyes were dark.

"Only with you."

"One finger? You already know what I can do with my hook, my tongue and my cock, now you want to know if my finger is just as talented?"

Already, she felt heat pooling in her core. Now that he couldn't use his mouth on her, would he whisper dirty things in her ear the whole time? Would that make her come faster? What would that do for the whole experience? She was able to find out.

"Yes, unless you aren't up for the challenge."

"I never back down from a challenge." He got slightly more comfortable behind her, his hook resting almost behind them. Her arms were relaxed at her sides.

His finger gently brushed her lower lip then went to her throat. It covered the whole length a few times. Then it slowly dropped to her collarbone, there were lazy circles and random shapes. Every time his finger dropped down, her hear beat faster. They both knew where its final destination was. But he was going to torture her the whole way down.

She wasn't sure where to look, she was torn between meeting his eyes in the mirror and following his finger. His eyes were locked on her face, watching her reaction to his every move.

Even though the rule was one finger, he used every ich of it: fingertip, knuckle, and even the cold rings sent sensations through her body.

Now his finger was at her breast, and they were more than ready for his attention. It simply and lightly circled one breast. That was when she realized that only one breast would receive any sort of touch at a time. That had been a bad move on her part, there had to be a way around it.

His finger ran up and down between her breasts a few times before moving on. He went to the other breast, and she let out a small moan, feeling both good for the touch on one and the lack of touch on the other.

"You like that touch, don't you?" He whispered in her ear, his finger still circling.

"Yes." There was no denying that fact. He was gentle this time, though, she had to admit she liked a rougher touch there.

Then his finger dropped more, to her stomach and her sides. More lazy circles up and down. And every time his finger was low enough to the area she had so readily exposed to him, it would travel back to the top of her stomach,

She groaned in frustration.

He chuckled. "Patience, slow and gentle for now."

That only made her moan. She knew the rules, she made them herself. He could move around her body at whatever pace he decided on. All she wanted to do was grab his finger and have it tease her until she couldn't handle it anymore.

But drawing everything out would only make the release that much more explosive. That much was clear.

Her stomach and her side had been touched, only one spot was left. She hoped he didn't decide to run his finger up and down her arms as well. Every part of her body was stimulated, what was he waiting for?

She locked eyes with him in the mirror then dropped them to her core, silently telling him exactly where she needed him.

A dark grin crossed his face, and she suddenly knew his torture of her wasn't over yet. His finger touched her hip, going from the top to bottom. The curves of her legs received the same touch, making her gasp. Everything he did to one hip happened to the other one as well. Then his finger went up and down her thigh.

She needed more touch now. Through her haze of desire, she found a loophole in her own rules. Both of her hands lifted and one of her own fingers touched each of her own breasts. Right at the edge and slowly circled inwards.

Killian's finger stopped. "Bloody hell."

"Why did you stop?" she asked.

"Enjoying the view." His dark eyes watched as her fingers fondled her own breasts, the slow circles until they reached the nipple. They were still hard from his previous attention. "Would you rather I was touching you right now?"

"Yes." She tugged at her own nipples, needing the pleasure.

"My hand or my mouth? Or maybe my cold hook touching your most sensitive parts?" All the while, his finger had been drawing lazy circles on her hip.

"All of it." A moan escaped her mouth as she squeezed her breasts together.

"Well, I do have some skill where every part of my body can give you pleasure."

She gasped and realized it would be her own touch that would make her crash over the edge. "Then show me." She begged. "Your finger needs to get back to work now."

"Does it?" His breath brushed against her ear and the stubble on his chin sent chills down her spine. He didn't wait for her to answer and touched her stomach then traveled down to almost touch her heat.

Suddenly his arm slid around her waist, lifting her onto his legs. Her core was now dangling over nothing, giving him better access to do more sinful things to her. His heavy cock appeared below, just waiting and almost teasing.

His finger gently stroked her folds. "So wet, I barely did anything." He did sound pleased with himself.

"Then do more." She moaned.

He played with her sensitive numb, teasing her release. Finally, he entered her, curling his finger inside.

She cried in pleasure; her desire was now on fire.

Suddenly she grew aware that she wanted more than one finger. "More." She half pleaded.

"Shall I add another finger?"

"Yes."

"What about the rules?"

"Screw the rules. Please."

"Please what?"

Was he now pulling rank on her? She was too far gone to argue. "Please Captain, tease me with another finger."

He growled in response as the second finger rubbed, rolled, and flicked her core. The fingers thrust in and out of her in unison at an almost furious pace.

But she still wanted more. "Another!" she cried.

Another finger joined the others, and she shamelessly rode them.

"You are magnificent, love. Are you watching what I'm doing to you?" He asked, hot breath on her neck.

Her eyes dropped as he pulled his fingers out of her, wet and glistening. "Yes." The sight turned her on even more and she was mesmerized.

"Good." Then the fingers were back inside of her. The thrusts went between slow and rough. She had no idea this action would feel this amazing. Could it be the angle, the dirty talk, or the view?

As he thrust his fingers inside of her, his hand teased his own cock in the process and her wetness dripped on to it.

The movements became faster, she wanted to close her legs around his hand, making sure he never stopped.

But he only spread them a little wider. "You'll ruin the view."

Her gasps were continuous, and she was right on the edge. "So close."

"Look yourself." Killian growled in her ear. She looked in the mirror and almost didn't recognize herself. The woman before her was wrecked and exposed and filthy. Which made her release come faster, but she didn't want to do it alone.

"Now look at me and let go."

"Not alone." She reached down and grabbed his cock. They worked each other at the same time. That was the sight the mirror got, woman lost in desire and pleasure, one hand squeezing her breast, the other working a man's large cock while the man pumped three fingers in and out of her at lightning speed, each determined to crash.

Killian's fingers thrust one more time, hitting just the right spot. Her release crashed over her, she screamed, and her body reacted: back arched, toes curled, head thrown back.

He came in her hand, and he let out a guttural moan. He pulled his fingers out of her and wrapped both arms around her waist to stop her from falling off the bed.

They were both barely breathing.

"Still with me, lass?" he asked through gasps.

"Yes, barely but yes. You good?"

"More than good."

She chuckled. "I'm still going to feel this next week."

"That was the plan. I think I ruined all other men for you."

"Well, I think I ruined all other women for you. Just wanted to make sure you don't forget me."

"Doubt I will ever forget you. Or look at a mirror the same way again." He leaned forward to grab a cloth to clean the both of them up and then he somehow rotated them to lay in the bed.

"Good, that's all I wanted."

"All you wanted?"

"I wanted you to blow my mind and I wanted to do the same for you."

"You succeeded. Now sleep" He pulled a blanket up and over them.

She curled up next to him and felt a gentle kiss on her forehead before falling asleep.