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mie779 · 3 years ago

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After the Holidays Hotness

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After the Holidays Hotness

A/N:

The inspiration for this fic came the second I saw the amazingly talented Julia Volkova’s fanart (see cover photo for story) with a shirtless Killian all tangled up in Christmas lights. So yeah this was born, and something I don’t usually write, PWP, with a smutty and tiny bit of kink involved, so I hope I did it all justice.

Thanks to MotherKat for beta-reading this.

NOTE: the little “game/play” they have here is not suggested to be lived out in real life, the risk of electrocution is very much present. BUT this is fanfiction so anything is possible, just don’t do this at home, my lovelies.

Emma groaned when she unlocked the door to their house, it had been a crazy evening watch at the station. Now she just needed to find her bed and snuggle up next to her husband. Glancing at the wreath hanging on their front door she mumbled to herself, “I really should get the Christmas stuff taken down.” Shaking her head she entered their darkened hallway. Shrugging out of her coat she hung it next to Killian’s black leather jacket. Leaning in she took a deep breath through her nose, picking up the scent of her husband from the leather. It was a secret pleasure of hers, whenever she missed him she would find one of his shirts and breathe in the scent of him still lingering in the fabric. A string of curses pulled her from her musings and she frowned as she stepped into their living room. The room was surprisingly warm, the fire blazing in the fireplace, and as she glanced around she realized what had disturbed her.

“Killian?” She tried to suppress her laughter but seeing her darling husband tangled up in the string lights that moments before had hung on their tree, was too much for her. Blinking a few times she realized something else, said husband was deliciously shirtless, wearing only a pair of low-slung sweatpants. If the heat in the room wasn’t enough the sight of her half-naked husband sure made her blood rush a bit faster.

“Emma?” Killian whirled around, making the lights tangle around him even more, he tried to shake them off his arms but they got caught in his brace and hook. “Bloody lights.” He mumbled as he looked at her sheepishly.

“What are you doing?” She sauntered over to her trapped husband, the Christmas lights were making his skin shimmer and the sight had her gulp down. It had always been a great pleasure of hers to just gaze at her husband, his sculpted chest and abdomen had her mouth water. When he again tried to shrug off the string of lights wrapped around his hooked arm she noticed how his biceps bulged and shifted under his skin. She took a deep breath as her mind was beginning to plot what she could possibly do with her man.

“I’m trying to get the bloody lights down,” He grumbled and glared at the tree behind him, “but they seemed to have a mind of their own, the little buggers.”

“Oh I see,” Emma said in a calm and poised voice, she moved closer to him, her eyes making a blatant sweep over his naked torso, and when she looked up at him again his face was split in a knowing smirk.

“See something you like, Love?”

“Oh I see plenty I like,” She husked and stepped up to him, “not that I’m complaining but why are you not wearing a shirt?” She reached out her hand and traced the string of lights wrapped over his shoulder and crossing over his chest.

“It got a bit too hot in here, wanted to start a cozy fire for us to enjoy once you got home.” He nodded towards the fireplace, he shrugged, “I guess I forgot that we turned the heat up this morning.”

“Yeah it was freezing,” She circled her fingers through his chest hair, teasing him, and when she lightly tugged on a tuft of springy hair he inhaled sharply.

“Minx.”

“Rapscallion pirate,” Emma breathed out and slipped her hands around his shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Hmm,” Killian hummed in appreciation against her lips, somehow he managed to tangle his hand in her hair, cradling her head. His hooked arm appeared to be too constricted by the string of lights. This was a slight downfall in Emma’s mind, she always enjoyed when he used his hook to lure her in.

Emma nipped at his bottom lip and whispered, “whatever am I going to do with you?” She tapped her fingers against his shoulders while she tilted her head to the side, giving her options a few moments of planning.

Killian raised his eyebrows at her pondering, and she could see that he would be up for pretty much anything she would suggest. They had a fairly free-spirited sex life and had been quite creative in the years they had been together.

Finally, Emma gave him a small wink as her hands slid over his chest, her fingers toying with the springy hairs. She wrapped her hand around the string of lights wrapped around his chest and pulled at it a bit forcefully, “you seem to be trapped here, eh Captain?”

The spark igniting in his eyes the moment her words left her mouth had her own body respond, heat pooled at her center and she licked her suddenly dry lips with the tip of her tongue.

“Aye?” He gave her a small nod and a sassy grin.

“Hmm, I do like a trapped pirate.” She circled her fingertip around his puckered nipple, a groan reverberated through him.

“Bloody hell.”

“Shush, no more talk, Captain.” Emma placed a finger over his warm lips, it really was getting rather hot in here.

Killian smirked but kept silent, patiently waiting for what she wanted to do.

Emma gazed over his shoulder trying to see how tangled up in the string of lights he really was. He had almost managed to peel the whole string off the tree, and she was amazed how he’d managed to get so tangled up in the process. Shaking her head she chuckled, and when he raised a curious eyebrow she just said, “I’m just amazed how you even managed to screw up this project so much.” She could hear him chuckle as she stepped to the tree, noticing him turning around too, but he stayed put.

Emma slipped the last few meters of lights from the tree, then she turned back to her husband, the lights clutched in her hand. “On the floor.” Her voice was short and clipped but she could instantly see his body react to her bossy words. The bulge in his loose pants made a small jump, and Killian slumped to the floor. He managed to situate himself laying on his back, his hand resting over his abdomen, while his hooked arm was far more tangled up. This was to her advantage, she tugged at her end of the strings and said, “arm over your head.”

Killian followed her order with his hooked arm, then he looked up at her with wide blue eyes, filled with desire and passion. Emma tugged a little more so his arm was positioned where she wanted, then she walked around him, and tapped his other arm with her foot. “Up.”

He knew where she wanted his arm, and placed his free arm close to his hook, while he licked his lips in anticipation. His breathing was getting a little more erratic at this point, Emma knew he liked her being bossy like this. Just as much as she would let him play Captain, to the fullest capacity of the word. The mere thought of their previous roleplays had her core throb in want and desire. Biting her lips she slowly kneeled down next to his head, and leaned over to situate his hand so it wrapped around the brace of his hook. Then she used her end of the Christmas lights and wrapped them several times around his wrist and hook brace. She made sure it wasn’t too tight, but also so he couldn’t just slip out of the bonds now holding his hands above his head.

“This okay?” She asked in a husky voice, gazing at him making sure this was okay for him.

“Aye,” He gulped down, while nodding, “this is very nice indeed.” He shifted his shoulders a little and gave her a small smirk and added, “whatever are you going to do to me, sheriff?”

Emma groaned, sure she was still wearing her sheriff's badge, and their past role plays had involved a somewhat similar setup. This time was a bit different, his body was wrapped in sparkling Christmas lights. A few strands were still wrapped around his torso, then sweeping up his hooked arm where both his hands were now bound together. The perfect picture splayed out before her had her pulse pick up speed and she could feel her own breathing become inconstant.

“I seem to have caught myself a little after the holiday's surprise.” She whispered while she leaned over him, letting her loose hair spill around them. Never touching him she ghosted her lips over his cheek and whispered, “If you’re good I might let you enjoy this too.”

“Bloody hell.” Killian groaned, his voice strained and she could see that it took a lot of effort for him to stay still like this. But he would soon be rewarded.

“Patience, my lovely scoundrel.” She moved her lips over his and darted out her tongue, when he started to move forward she pulled back, “remember, patience.”

“Bloody minx,” Killian grumbled and rested his head back on the floor.

Emma began exploring the magnificent specimen of a pirate splayed out before her, using her mouth and fingers. Skimming over his heated skin, the fire still blazing in the fireplace. She ignored her own desire to begin stripping off clothes, for now she wanted to enjoy a bit of fun with her trapped Captain.

Her fingers moved slowly over his shoulders, following the string of lights wrapped around his torso, “these are a nice addition to your ravishing pirate swagger.” She searched his eyes and saw the fire reflected in his blue orbs, he licked his lips and gulped down. Tilting her head she asked, “Cat got your tongue, Captain?” She scraped her nail over his nipple, making him hiss in what she could only imagine was a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“You make it bloody difficult for me to think, love,” Killian finally managed to say in a hoarse voice, he squirmed under her never-ending torturous touch.

“Now lay still,” Emma whispered, “I want to see what else you have here.” She grinned when he mumbled something incoherent as her fingers skimmed over the top of his low-slung sweatpants. His cock twisted beneath the soft fabric and she could feel her own arousal beginning to pool between her legs. Knowing what she would find under the gray material she moaned in anticipation.

Finally, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants, and slipped them over his very erect cock. Killian usually went commando when being home, something that she’d found to be rather useful when their desire for one another suddenly needed to be fulfilled. She never touched his cock as she slid the pants all the way down his legs. Letting both hands slide up his muscular legs she had her eyes shifting between this throbbing member and his heated eyes. She could see the muscles of his arms strain against the bonds of the string of lights, it could be easy for him to just rip the cord. But she knew he wouldn’t do that, he treasured these moments where she took control like this.

“Now what should I do with all this illuminated, glorious, rapscallion of a pirate captain I have captured.” She shifted back and rested her behind on her legs, her fingers tapping her chin deep in thought.

“By all means, sheriff, do as you please,” His eyes scanned over her body, setting her own skin on fire with how passionate his blue eyes burned right now. He licked his lips, “though you are far too overdressed in my humble opinion.”

Emma chuckled and shrugged, “I guess I could change that,” she looked towards the fireplace, “you did make quite a fire.” Her hands began unbuttoning her shirt, making slow progress, trying to taunt her husband a little more. This was so much fun and quite erotic to see him wither in desire and lust for her, and her alone.

Finally the shirt parted and she shrugged it off her shoulders, not caring where it landed. Rising to her feet she shimmed out of her tight-fitted jeans, standing over his body a few short moments just reveling in the beauty of her husband. His muscles well defined all over, he kept himself fairly fit, with the deputy work and whenever he worked on his ship.

His blue eyes blazed a fiery trail up her body as she took him in, she could see his throbbing member twitch in anticipation. Her own desire was raging and she could feel that she was losing control too.

She quickly removed her modest underwear, she’d been at work and not thought much of sexy lingerie when she dressed this afternoon. Finally she let herself drop down and straddled his waist letting her moist core rub over his abs.

“You’re bloody soaked love,” He said in a strangled voice, he lifted his head and looked down at where she was slowly moving her sex over his heated skin.

“Yeah, guess I love a captured Captain in all his illuminated glory.” She winked, “I do commend your genius idea to take down the Christmas lights today.”

“It was high time,” he mumbled, “New Year's Eve was five days ago.” He rolled his eyes with a smirk plastered over his lips.

“Don’t be too sassy with me Pirate, I still make the calls here, remember,” She leaned over and whispered her lips over his stubbled chin, moving slowly towards his mouth. When he didn’t speak she rewarded him with a deep and plundering kiss, making them both groan. She combed her fingers through his unruly hair and tilted her head to deepen the kiss even further. When he bravely swiped his tongue out to meet hers she let out a moan, this was getting more out of control and she could feel her own body practically begging for some sort of release.

Killian began rutting his pelvis up against her behind, she felt his arousal poke at her soft flesh, the tip of his cock already moist with precum. Emma moved herself a little closer to his weeping cock, earning a satisfied groan from her pirate.

“Bloody hell love,” Killian moaned out between kisses, “you’re killing this ol’ pirate.”

Emma pulled back and looked at him, “I know.” She lifted herself up and straddled his hips further down letting his cock nestle between her warm folds. Her own body was like a strung cord, ready to snap at any moment now. She moved slowly over his hardness, the tip grazing her clit making her shiver in lust and passion. It was a struggle for her to keep this at the teasing pace she’d set out with, the way his eyes glinted in undivided love and passion, had her core clench wanting to be filled. Biting her lips she tried to focus on prolonging their joint pleasure.

“Please.” The words tore from her pirate’s throat when she experimented with slow movements.

“What, can’t take the heat?” She smirked, but her insides were burning hot with desire, it might be her that was about to break.

“Bloody hell,” Killian mumbled as his eyes rolled back, his head pressed into the floor, “I need you—”

Emma shifted away from him, her own body protesting to the removal of the intense pleasure. She winked, “you’ll have me, soon enough.”

When she started to move even further away from him she could hear him mumble a string of curses. But she knew he would be pleased with her next step.

She twirled around and lifted her leg over his torso, scooting back so her sex was hovering over his face. She felt the rumble of satisfaction reverberate through him at the sight she presented to him.

“Darling, please let me—” Killian begged again.

She glanced down between her legs and saw him lick his lips in anticipation, and her core throbbed in expectation of the intense pleasure she knew said tongue would be able to give her. Finally she lowered herself to his waiting mouth, she shifted down so his mouth would have easy access to her wet core.

The second his warm tongue swiped between her folds she keened as intense pleasure shot through her entire body. Arching her back, letting her head fall back she closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasure her husband was currently giving her.

“Bloody fantastic,” Killian whispered against her heated flesh then he proceeded to taunt her sensitive skin, flicking his tongue down over her clit, sending spikes of heat through her body.

“More,” Emma whimpered, she could feel her own climax begin to build, but she also had other plans for this. Her gaze moved to the throbbing cock mere inches away from her face. She wrapped her hand around his girth, causing him to hiss out in pleasure. Her hand moved slowly up and down over his shaft. Soon after she let her mouth engulf the bulbed head of his cock sucking gently, swiping her tongue over the tip licking up the precum. The taste of her own arousal that had coated his cock was a nice mix to his salty tang.

“Bloody hell, wish I could touch you, love?” Killian groaned, his stubbled chin rubbing deliciously over her pubic bone, teasing her clit. His tongue swiped into her wet core, drinking in the arousal dripping from her.

“Hmm,” Emma hummed against his cock, making it jump in her hand. She used a combination of her hand and mouth as she worked on bringing him closer to his climax. It was thrilling to know that she could be in such control over this once fierce and feared pirate who’d lived several hundred years. The thought alone had her body react even stronger to his devilishly talented tongue that kept lapping at her core. When he turned his attention to her clit again she keened and pushed down closer to his mouth. While she chased her orgasm she didn’t forget her pirate, she kept her mouth wrapped around his cock.

Killian began nibbling and biting gently at her nub, this was too much and seconds later she tumbled down into an ocean of pure bliss and euphoria as her climax washed over her.

Once she could breathe again she gave her full attention to his cock and she rose up a little so she could swallow him deeper into her mouth. This made him moan against her thigh, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine, the aftermath of her intense climax was still coursing through her body.

“Emma,” Killian pleaded with a grunt, as she intensified her sucking, “I’m going to burst soon, love, please let me—”

Emma knew what he asked and with one final lick up his length, she lifted her wobbly legs and shifted around so she straddled his hips again. Her core pulsated in expectation of what was to come.

Killian shifted under her so his cock slipped between her folds again, she reached down and lined him up to slip into her heated sex. Both moaned at the pure and pleasurable feel of them joining like this. Emma looked down and took in the sight of her pirate, all wrapped up in the strands of Christmas lights, making his skin glow even more. When she found his eyes she could see nothing but passion and love burning in his blue orbs.

“Are you okay?” She whispered, and slowly moved her body back and forth, adjusting to his girth filling her core.

“Aye, just bloody well start moving love,” Killian groaned, “I’m going to burst soon, please.” He snapped his hips up making her gasp in surprise, he was clearly on the very edge of an orgasm.

Emma began moving up and down with focused and intense thrust of her pelvis, her clit rubbing deliciously against his pubic bone. She gaped in surprise, and when she spotted a knowing smirk on Killian’s face she felt her skin tingle in anticipation.

“Chase your own release love,” Killian encouraged, “I want to feel you come around me, clenching me with that sweet cunt of yours.”

Emma felt a zap of pleasure shot through her core at his words, she sped up her movements and could feel her second climax begin to build. Slipping her hand between them she assisted her own release, rubbing her clit while she still clenched around his cock, begging him to follow her into the abyss.

“I’m close,” Emma moaned, and flicked her clit vigorously, her eyes focused on Killian’s face. She could tell that he was close, his eyes focused on her moving body, slipping down to her bouncing chest. The desire was evident in his blue eyes, she knew he longed to touch her, twist her nipples mercilessly until she came. Emma slid her free hand to cup her breast, slipping her nipple in between two fingers, pinching slightly. A moan came from Killian, “bloody hell, come, Darling, come for me.”

Emma didn’t need more encouragement as a tidal wave of ecstasy washed over her, her core clenching around his thickness. Seconds later Killian roared as his own release crashed over him, bringing him into a shuddering climax. She could see how his muscles tensed in his tied-up arms, the biceps bulging against the restraints of the stringed lights. She eased her movements, drawing out the pleasure for them both. Finally, she stilled and slumped over him, nuzzling into his neck inhaling the special musky scent he always emanated off after sex. She was still feeling slightly dizzy from the intense orgasm she’d just experienced and she was pretty sure that Killian felt the same.

Killian moved under her and she felt him move his arms over her shoulders, the string lights grazing over her heated skin. He turned his head and kissed her behind her ear, “I want to take down the Christmas lights every year from now on.”

Emma chuckled, “why?”

“If this is the reaction I’d get from getting tangled up in the lights I’m all onboard that ship.” Killian mused into her hair.

Emma burst out laughing at this and she turned so she could look at him. “I think I like that idea very much.” She cupped his face with one hand and leaned down and kissed him. The kiss was slow and filled with so many promises of a future with even more passionate trysts like this.

Killian lifted his bound hands from her shoulders, “Care to untangle me a bit here, love?”

“Sure,” Emma straddled his chest and pulled his arms towards her, so he rested his hands on his chest. She realized she might have been a bit too thorough with her knots, so it took a bit of angry mumbling and glaring at Killian whenever he started laughing too much. “Not funny buddy, these tiny wires are a bloody nightmare to untie.”

Finally, she managed to untangle him and she pushed the bundle of lights to the side, it would be a nightmare to sort them into order again. Killian wrapped his arms around her waist and she felt her skin tingle from his touch.

“Thank you,” Killian whispered, his hand cupping her cheek.

“You’re welcome,” Emma replied with a smile, it had truly been a great ending to a horrible shift at the sheriff’s office. “Let’s go to bed.”

“What about the lights, they still need—”

Emma placed a finger over his lips, “leave them be, we can sort them out tomorrow.” She smirked, “I might not be done with my illuminated pirate,” then she slipped from his embrace, rising to her feet.

Killian growled in response as he followed her and slipped his hand into hers, leading them up the stairs to their bed. Emma was more than ready to explore a bit more with her pirate tonight. Her core was still throbbing in desire for the man she called friend, husband, and lover. Whatever their life might bring she could always count for him to surprise her like he did tonight. Who would have thought taking down the Christmas lights could lead to such a passionate and intense time with her husband. She would definitely make him in charge of taking the lights down next year. Maybe even hang some up in a few weeks, just so she could have him all tangled up in Christmas lights again.

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