#OUAT Smut Hook KillinJones

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Friends or Lovers (Hook; OUAT)

Notes:

Cheating

Almost smut (I’ll tell you were it is at)

Smoking

Tell me if you guys need help with the pirate talk, okay?

Plz tell me any grammar/spelling mistakes

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Keys:

H/C: Hair Color

U/B/S: Up Beat Song

Y/N: Your Name

U/H/S: Usual Hair Style

F/C: Favorite Color

N/N: Nick Name

Your P.O.V.

I top my spoon to the beat of the music that filters through my earbuds. The heel of my black converse also tap to the beat against the stole. My head bobs, causing my H/C locks to bounce on my head. I don’t have to ask for my meal seeing how Ruby had it memorized already. The beat gets louder and louder as it streams out of the speaker on my phone. My beating gets faster and soon the whole dinner picks up the beating. By now they’ve all memorized the lyrics to U/B/S, but of course they have. I do this every Thursday night.

I come to Granny’s diner to meet my life long friend Hook - i’ve known him since I was thirteen. Like usual, I’m earlier than him. I unplug my earbuds as the beat to U/B/S just starts. The volume is on high so the lyrics fill every corner. I always start off the beat on my own with our food already sitting in front of me. The beat builds up and up till everyone is slamming their feet and hands, causing me to smile. I’m young, only twenty-four and still act like a child most days. My friend Hook on the other hand is twenty-seven and wearing his age quite well. Finally the last note plays and Hook walks in, the same as always.

He walks up to me with a big smile on his face, causing me to smile back. “I swear ye're still a sprog, Love” Hook tells me, sliding onto the stole next to me.

I giggles and pick up my fork. “Damn right, Pirate!”

He smiles at me again before starting to eat his own food. There’s small talk between us, Hook talking about Emma, his newest adventures with her and her son Henry. Me talking about my fun with Ruby and the small troubles I’ve been causing around town. Slowly we inch closer to each other as we talk and sometime during it Killian’s hook has ended up on my waist.

Soon whispers start up, just like every other Thursday. I tap my fingers a few times and Hook notices. He continues on with his story, slowly pulling away. “I thought he was dating Emma.” One of the derves mumble.

The one sitting across from him whispers “Do you think he’s cheating on her with Y/N? Cause honestly they’re around each other all the time! I’m starting to wonder if they’re friends or lovers.”

A dude from the booth next to them leans over and says “Nah, Hook isn’t that stupid. If he was cheating they’d more secretive.”

The whispers making me uncomfortable, just like always. Hook flags down Ruby and gives her the exact cash she for everything. “It was my turn to pay, Fishing-Hook.”

“Next week, Love.” Not next week, or the week after that or even the month after that.

I smile and stand up, making sure to grab my purse. “You never let me pay.”

“And you never stop calling me Fishing-Hook.” He pushes back, looping his arm around mine and almost skipping out of diner with me at his side. He walks me out of the restaurant and opens the passenger side door for me.

“Thank you.” I mumble getting in.

He mumbles back a “You’re welcome” before closing my door and getting into the driver side. His good hand is on the wheel and his hook sits on my thigh, slowly rubbing up and down. I bite my lip as he keeps teasing me, slowly inching further and further up my leg. His eyes slide over to me causing him to smirk. “That’s my fav’rit outfit on you.” He tells me, for the thousandth time.

Other than my converse I’m also wearing my leather jacket, a crop top with a zipper going down the middle and black triangles going over than plain white background. Along with that I have on some black skinny jeans and no makeup besides my red lipstick that makes my lips pop. My hair is in it’s usual U/H/S and lastly my necklace around my neck. The necklace that Hook got me so long ago and over the years charms have been added on to it from each one of his overseas trips.

I remember how I got it like it was yesterday. I was in the market with my father who was wasted off his mind. Like usual he was insulting me and beating me around as I try to makes ends meet for the week. Finally he got fed up with me ignoring him and started full out beating me, or at least until Hook stepped. He walked me around and took me out for dinner and drinks. Afterwards he took me to the fair a town over and told me to close my eyes and spin in a circle till I got dizzy. I questioned him but did as he said. When I opened my eyes I was facing a jewelry stand. Hook pulled me up to it and told me to pick out anything that I wanted. I picked out a necklace with a small, F/C crystal on a golden chain.

Self consciously I start messing with the crystal causing all the other charms to jingle around. There’s tons of things on it. A compose, a ship, a golden turtle with a gem shell that matches the main crystal. There’s an anchor and shells, pixie dust from his first time on the island of Neverland and flower petals in the magic waters from the last time he was there to save Henry. He’s also had charms hand crafted for each one of his new adventures since we all ended up in Storybrooke. He also pays to have the chain and charms hand cleaned along with the clap replaced every month.

“Calm down Y/N.” Hook says, glancing at me as I move the crystal faster and faster. “Why are ye so upset?” He questions, stopping his sexual advances. I try shrugging it off but it doesn’t work “Come on, Love, I know somethin' be botherin' ye in that thinker o' yers.” He gently taps me on the head with his hook.

He pulls up into the driveway of Emma’s and his house. Hook puts the car in park and waits for my answer. “What if Emma ever found out? Would we still be friends? Would she not allow it? What would the town think of us? Of me?”

My friend sighs before scooting closer to me. His hands go around my waist and he dips his head down for a kiss, which I return. “If Swan finds out I’ll deal wit' it.  Aye, we’d still be friends 'n even if we choice t' end this we’d still be friends. If Swan finds out 'n we stay together I’m keepin' ye in me life 'cause ye’ve been me friend fer ten years. Lastly, as fer the town, I’ll protect ye from 'em, if they even do anythin'. They all do love ye after all.” Again, he leans down and brushes his lips against mine. The stubble of his beard tickles my skin as his hands slide back and further on my waist. I giggle at the touches and kiss back. “Let’s go inside, Love.” Killian mumbles, pulling away from me and getting out of the car.

I open the car door and climb out. Killian offers me his hand and I take it. Gently he tugs me up the driveway and to the door. He looks through his jacket pocket to find his keys to open the door. As soon as it’s open and we’re both inside to get out of the chilly night air, he locks it back up. My eyes slide over the blue living room and take it all in again. My mind runs wild with all the normal things Hook does with Emma that I can’t do with him.

My mind keeps running around till Killian’s lips brush my hair out of the way and kiss my neck. “Ye think t' much, let me make it stop” The words come out as a whisper, causing my breath to hic. A smirk crosses Killian's lips as he pulls away from me. “Red wine, Love?”

“Yes please.” I mumble as Hook leaves the room and walks into the kitchen, leaving me alone in the living room. Again my eyes scan the room and this time I notice the open blinds. With knowing people in this town, I walk over and close them so no one can see the sinful things we’ll be doing tonight. After that is down I slide of my leather jacket it and shoes, setting them by the front door. Once my work is done I spread out on the couch.

Soon Killin walks back in holding a bottle of red and two wine glasses. His eyes slide over me hungrily causing me to smile. “See something you like, Captain?” I ask with a flirty tone before standing up and wrapping my arms around the pirate’s neck. I lean up and haver my lips over his so when I say “Are you going to pour me a drink?” my lips brushes his and teases him.

*SMUT-NESS BEGINS*

I can tell by the sudden stiffness of his body that this affects him. I smile and let go of him. He sets the glasses down and pours us each a glass. Right away I down my first one and pour another. Two more glasses later and about five more for the Captain and our lips are locked again and this time it’s heated. Our kisses get sloppier the more heated we get. Soon kisses aren’t just enough and I know this is true for my lover too cause he’s already tugging the zipper on my top. “I fuckin’ love this shirt.” He pants out as soon as the zipper is down and my bare chest is sitting there for him to admire.

I bite my lip and whine a little. “Don’t just stare!”

He laughs and softly crusades my left breast with his rough fingertips. “Sorry Love. I can’t ever get my head around how perfect yer body be.” Hook mumbles as his lips work there way down my neck. I tilt my head back, giving him more space to work with. The soft, smooth feeling of his lips slide all the way down to my collar bone. He sucks on a few different spots, causing me to moan softly. His hook loops around one of the belt hoops on my pants and tugs lightly. “Please Love.” He begs me before biting down on my flesh.

His hand squeezes my boob roughly as he bites down harder, almost drawing blood. My hands shake as I start undoing my pants. I’ve been looking forward to this all week. Once my pants are open, Killin doesn’t waste any time. Hid hand slides into my pants and cups my core. I fight with myself to hold back the need to buck my hips. Slowly Hook’s tongue slide up my stomach and over my boobs, circling my tits. His fingers tease me through my panties, causing me to squirm around under the older man. Killin uses his teeth to grab onto my nipple and pull it up. My breath comes out gagged till he lets go of it.

I pant and grind my pussy against his teasing fingers. “Y-You’re t-teasing me!” I whine, pushing his jacket off and sliding my hands underneath his shirt. I let my fingertips dance over everyone of his scars as he continues messing with me. His fingers finally slip into my panties and gently slide through my lower lips but refusing to enter me.

“K-Killi-in!” I call, getting a hum out of him, sending vibrations through my boobs which seconds ago he was sucking and nipping at. My fingers slide through his hair as he uses one of his fingers to circle my entrance over and over again. He’s about to push it in when the lock on the door starts to turn open.

*END OF SMUT-NESS*

I sigh and zip up my shirt and pants before whoever it is walks in. Killin climbs off of me and picks up his glass. “Anyway, so Emma pulled out her sword and….” Hook starts, pretending to be in the middle of the story. When the door opens there stands Henry. Killin turns and smiles at the boy before saying “Ahoy lad!”

“Hey Hook! Hello Y/N, who are you?” Henry asks, waving at us before looking at me.

“I’m doing okay, Sweetie” I say smiling back at the little boy.

Hook smiles at both of us before saying “Wha' are ye doing home, Henry? I thought ye we be wit' Regina today.”

“I am, I just need my math book.” Killin nods and turns back to me to ‘continue’ the story. Henry runs up the stairs and gets his book before leaving the house.

When the boy is out of the house, my friend goes and locks the door again. When that’s done he sits back on the couch and pulls me towards him. His hands wander up my back and his lips go down my neck. Finally I get annoyed enough to push him off of me. He looks at me surprised and asks “Wha' was that fer?”

“I’m not in the mood anymore.” I tell him but instead of backing off he tries again.

“I’m sure I can change that” He says, trying to sound sexy.

Again I push him away and this time I glare at him. “No” I repeat, pulling out my box of cigarettes. Killin frowns at me as I take out a stick and light it.

I smoke it all down and make sure the ashes are in the crystal ashtray on the table. “Wha'’s wrong, Love?” The man nexts to me asks, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning over as if he’s going to kiss my neck again.

I jump to my feet with fire burning in my eyes. “Do not called me ‘Love’ Jones! Me and you both know I aint your ‘love’!” I yell, getting angrier and angrier.

Hook frowns as he looks up at me with his light blue eyes. “O' course ye be me love, I do love ye N/N.”

I fold my eyes and laugh sarcastically “Ya, just not like you love Emma. You love me in the heat of passion.” The words seem to cut through him but I don’t let it affect my anger towards him.

Slowly he stands up and cups my cheeks, my hair tangled in the ends of his finger tips. “Y/N…. my precious treasure” He starts, moving his arms around my shoulders and petting my hair. “I do love ye as my best friend, as my lover, as much more. Ye’re right, I don’t love ye like I love Emma 'n I ne'er will. Ye know more about me N/N. Ye knew me brother, ye knew me world before 'n after I was a pirate 'n ye’ll always 'ave that upper hand when it comes t' Emma. Always. We 'ave ten years o' life together Y/N. Ten years! Ten years Emma or any other person ne'er 'ave, aye?”

“Okay” I mumble into his chest quietly.

Hook hums and leans down to place a caring kiss on the top of my head. “Like I told ye all those years ago when we first started this, we can stop. We can stop sleepin' wit' each other 'n nothing would be any different. We’ll still be friends. Ye’ll still be me first mate.”

I nod yes as he slowly pulls away from me. His hand carefully wipes away a tears I didn't realize I was crying. I smile up at him because of the small jester. Killin smiles back before softly placing a kiss on my lips which I return happily. “I ‘ave a gift for ye.” He mumbles kissing me again before walking over to his jacket.

He pulls out a little box wrapped up poorly in brown paper. Hook walks back over and I can’t but smile when I say “At least I know you wrapped it.”

“Har har har, so funny.” He says back, handing the box to me.

I giggle and take the box from him before sitting back down on the couch. Hook sits down next to me and pats his lap. I carefully crawl into his lap and get comfortable. Instantly Killin’s arms go around my waist and his chin on my shoulder. I lean against him and tear off the paper to reveal a small, white, paper box. I open it and inside are two charms. The first one is a monkey with wings. It’s curved out of smooth, emarle green crystals. “For when you defeated The Wicked Witch of the West?” I question and he agrees with a nod and a loving kiss to my neck.

The second charm is made out of bright Ocean blue crystal in the form of a heart. In the middle of the heart is a golden anchor with the symbol of the Jolly Roger on it. The outside of the heart is embedded with silver gemstones. I turn it over in my hand and on the back of the charm it says I’d come back to this place a thousand times over to get you back.

The line plays over and over again in my head. It might not seem like much but it means everything to me. A while back, when I was still young, maybe about sixteen, Peter’s shade stole me off of Killin’s ship and kept me trapped on the island. That morning we all were planning on going home but Hook didn’t keep his end of the deal and so Peter stole me for his payout instead. It took Hook about five months to get back to me but he did and he saved me. When we got out of Neverland I asked why he came back and that’s the line he said. I’d come back to this place a thousand times over to get you back.

“Do ye like it?” Hook asks from behind me as he kisses my cheek.

“Oh my Hook…. It’s….. It’s wonderful! It must of cost a fortune for you to get it made!” I say, still adoring the new piece of jewelry.

He chuckles and moves my hair out of the way. “It sure was a pretty penny” He tells me, a smile beaming off his face.

I trace the charm’s outline for a while before asking “What’s the story behind this charm?”

Killin picks me up off of his lap and gently sets me down on the couch. “Once Upon a time there was a sweet little girl of the young age of thirteen. Her father was a terrible man, so terrible that he made the pirate that saved his lovely daughter seem like a hero.” He takes off my necklace and takes the charms from me as he continues on with the story - with our story. “Sadly the pirate couldn’t take her with him because she was so young but he wrote to her everyday. Along with that everytime he was back in town he’d have tons of presents for her. Flowers, perfumes, cloths, jewelry. Everything that she could possibly want or need. Along with all the big gifts he’d bring her charms from each one of his adventures. Every night he was in town the girl would sneak out and spend it with him. Going to the beach, stay on his ship or going out to the pub. Slowly over the years the pirate and the beautiful girl got closer and closer. To the pirates joy when the girl was fifteen she decided to run away with him. That night she packed up nothing but her most favorite outfits, her favorite book, this beautiful jewelry box made from the finest wood in all of the enchanted forest that would sing her her favorite song of the sea and her necklace with all her charms.” He puts the necklace back on me once he was the charms firmly clasped on the chain. His lips brush over my skin before he finishes the story. “Years have past since that day and the pirate still gets to litter his princesses in gifts and I’m happy to report that the two are still happily in love.”

I smile and turn towards Killin who’s smiling like an idiot. “That’s my favorite story.”

“It’s mine too.” He says back before catching my lips with his.