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Killian Jones X Reader - English Smut

Title
Next Go Round

Pairing
Killian Jones/Hook x Reader

Fandom
Once Upon a Time

Summary
Killian can’t wait to get you alone.

Warning
Smut blog

       You sauntered across the floor of the Jolly Roger, your high heeled boots clicking against the hard wood. You made your way up to the helm where Killian stood, his good hand gripping the wheel to keep the ship steady. His left arm hung limply by his side as he gazed out at the horizon. It was nearly dusk, the sun setting and casting a beautiful glow of red, pink, orange, and purple across the sky. You always loved watching the sunset, but you didn’t get much chance when Killian was on a mission. You always had to be by his side – not that you complained about your duties as first mate or as the captain’s lover.
        You stood beside him and wrapped your arms around his left, resting your head on his shoulder and following his gaze out to the sea. “What are you thinking about, my captain?”
       He finally broke his gaze with the air and looked down at you. A soft smirk split his lips as he gazed as your (h/c) hair pressing against his leather jacket. “I’m thinking about instructing Smee to take the helm so I can spend some quality time with my first mate.”
       You looked up at him with a raised brow. You were never lacking for attention, but you knew that the Jolly Roger came first, and Killian loved steering her. He rarely had someone else take over the helm, though he had recently begun teaching you how to steer.
       “And what would you and your first mate be doing for quality time, Captain?” you inquired cheekily. “Quality time” usually meant being locked in his cabin for hours on end, shedding each other’s clothing and worshipping each other’s bodies.
      He grinned, dipping his head so his lips ghosted over your ear, sending a chill up your spine. “I’d be happy to show you as soon as we return to my cabin.”
       He pulled back and looked at his crew. “Smee! Front and center!”
       Smee scrambled up the steps to the helm and stood beside Killian, ready to comply. “Yes, Captain?”
      “I need you at the helm,” Killian replied, patting his shoulder and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “First Mate (l/n) and I have a meeting to attend.”
       Smee raised a brow but nodded dutifully, resting his hands on the wheel. He watched you and Killian saunter below deck, heading for his cabin on the far end of the ship. It was far enough away from the other sleeping quarters and the rest of the ship that you didn’t have to worry too much about being quiet during your “quality time.”

       Once in his room, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Yours secured around his neck as his lips pressed against yours, hungry and passionate. You rested a hand on his cheek, your nails scraping against his stubble. He growled into your mouth, his hand sliding down to your ass, squeezing possessively. You moaned against his lips, your other hand sliding up to tangle in his short brown locks. He walked you backwards until your knees hit the bed and you fell back. He shifted so that he fell with you, never removing his lips from yours.
       His left arm supported his weight as he hovered above you, his right hand gripping your hip. His waist pressed against yours, causing you to spread your legs so he could rest between them. You ran a hand down his chest, pulling at the clasps of his vest so that it fell open. The shirt he wore underneath was open with a low neckline, so you reached in to press your hand against his bare chest. He hummed appreciatively, his fingers tightening on your hip as you raked your nails through his chest hair.
       “These have to go,” you murmured, tugging on the fabric that covered his torso. He chuckled and shifted so that his legs were supporting him, his arms frantically pulling at the sleeves of his jacket. You pushed the open vest from his shoulders and reluctantly broke the kiss so you could pull the black poet short over his head. You nibbled your lip as your eyes travelled down his bare, toned torso, your hands following your gaze and running over every inch of his chest.
       “We’re a little uneven, love,” he commented, looking at your very clothed chest. He leaned down to kiss you as his hand fumbled with the strings that held your bodice closed. He leaned back and brought you up with him, your seated position making the removal of your clothing much easier. You shed the bodice and raised your hands above your head so Killian could pull the cotton shirt over your head. You shivered pleasantly as the cool air in the cabin blew across your bare torso.
       The pirate hummed approvingly, gently pushing you to lie back on the bed. You complied, your arms resting above your head as his gaze traveled down your body. You loved the look of hungry lust in his blue eyes as they looked up at you, locking onto yours. His hand came to rest on your exposed hip and you shivered at his touch. It traveled up your side, eliciting a soft hum from your throat at the feeling of his skin on yours. He dipped his head, peppering kisses along your neck. You tilted your head back, giving him better access. He greatly took advantage, opening his mouth and latching onto your neck. He bit down on your sensitive skin, drawing a gasp from your lips. His hand slid up to cover your breast, leading the gasp to turn into a moan. His thumb slid over your nipple and you shivered beneath him. He sucked a mark of possession onto your neck as your hands tangled in his hair, tugging gently.
       “Killian…” you murmured softly as his lips traveled down your neck to your collarbone. He gently nibbled the soft skin there, earning another gasp from your throat, before continuing further down. He peppered kisses all the way to your other breast, wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud there and flicking his tongue across it. You sucked in a breath and arched your back, pressing your chest closer to his mouth. He chuckled, the soung vibrating against your skin, and sucked gently, his tongue sliding across your nipple. He made sure neither breast was left unattended, his hand grasping and stroking and pulling on one while his mouth worked the other. You were almost sure he’d be able to finish you off without even removing your panties between his hand and his mouth worshipping your boobs like he’d never touch them again.
       “Killian,” you moaned again with a hint of desperation. He understood and pulled his mouth from your breast, smirking at the light hickey he left on the underside of it. He attached his mouth to the center of your chest, trailing kisses down your abdomen. He took great care in kissing every inch of skin he could as he made his way to the waistband of your leather pants. He gently nibbled your belly button as his hand unfastened the strings of your pants, loosening them so he could pull them form your hips. Your hips wiggled against him, both out of pleasure and in an attempt to help him remove your clothes.
       “You’re so beautiful,” he commented as he pulled off your boots and pants, marveling at your bare legs. His hand slid up your half, moaning under his breath at your smooth skin under his touch. His hand traveled up your thigh, gripping the thin fabric of your panties. He leaned down to hover above you, his left forearm supporting his weight. He dipped his head to press his lips to yours and you moaned into his mouth. You ran your hands down his chest, dragging your nails across his skin. He shuddered under your touch, taking your lower lip between his teeth. You gasped as he tugged, sucking your lip into his mouth. Your mouth opened and your tongue darted out to swipe across his upper lip. He stopped biting and let his tongue wrestle with yours before sucking on the soft muscle.
       You moaned his name as he ground his hips against yours. You could feel his arousal pressing against your thigh through his leather pants. Your hands slid down his chest to the ties that held his trousers together, pulling on the strings. He was happy to wiggle his hips so you could free him from the confines of his clothes, using your feet to push the pants off his legs. He shifted to kick the pants to the floor, returning his nearly bare body to yours.
       He tore his lips from yours and kissed down your body, pausing here and there to nibble and suck on your skin. You gasped and moaned under his touch, tangling your fingers in his hair as he traveled down your torso. When he reached your panties, he took them between his teeth and continued down, pulling the garment off with surprising ease. You groaned as the cool air blew across your heat, wiggling your hips against your will.
       He gingerly took your leg in his hand, caressing your thigh as he kissed up your leg, staring at the inside of your knee. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured as his kisses neared the spot where you needed him most. Your legs spread subconsciously, ready for him to give you the attention you desperately craved. His hand left your leg, moving to cup your sex. His thumb slipped between your folds and caressed your clit, causing your hips to jerk.
       “So ready for me, love,” he whispered huskily, dipping his head. His hand returned to your thigh, gripping it as he pressed his lips to your heat. He kissed your folds before slipping his tongue between them, licking a long stripe up your sex. You let out a breathy moan, your legs trying to squeeze together. His other arm wrapped around your leg and his hook rested on your hip, the cool metal providing a beautiful contrast against your burning skin. He opened his mouth against your sex and sucked on your clit, gently biting as he did so. Your moans came louder and more desperate, your hands tugging at his hair, bucking your hips against his mouth. Without removing his mouth from your heat, his tongue slid down to your entrance and pushed in. You gasped at the contact, wiggling your hips as his tongue swirled inside you. His hand slid up your thigh to grip your ass, using the new grip to pull your heat closer to his mouth.
       Before long, you felt a familiar knot on your belly, nearly bubbling over the edge. He continued his assault on your sex, sucking and biting and swirling his tongue while his hook kept your hips steady and his hand kneaded your ass. You moaned out his name as the knot exploded and your orgasm overtook you. Killian sucked up your orgasm, helping you ride it out. When your hips collapsed and your moans reduced to breathy gasps, he removed himself, kissing his way back up your body. He kissed your lips and you happily responded, tasting yourself on his tongue.
       Your hands reached down to push his boxers off his hips, letting his length free. You took it in one hand, earning a contented groan from the pirate, and guided it to your entrance. He bucked his hips forward without warning, thrusting into you. You moaned loudly and he happily swallowed it, his arms resting on either side of your head as he thrust rhythmically. His hand slid into your hair, his fingers tangling in your (h/c) locks, roughly pulling your head back. You gasped as he dipped his head to ravish your neck, biting and sucking the sensitive skin. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him deeper into you. No matter how many times you came, Killian thrusting into you always felt amazing.
       It wasn’t long before you felt your knot building again. It only took a couple more thrusts and bites to your neck for your walls to break and you became a shivering, moaning mess. The brunet above you growled in your ear as he neared his own orgasm, his thrusts losing their rhythm and becoming desperately sporadic.  Your legs tightened around him as you finished, letting out a long moan that ended in his name. You collapsed against the sheets as Killian slowed his thrusts, your body exhausted from so much attention.
       He kissed you lazily, lovingly, as he pulled out of you, lying own beside you. He untangled his hand from your hair and wrapped his arms around you, letting you curl into his chest.
       “I love you, Captain Jones,” you murmured, tilting your head up to kiss his stubble-covered chin.
      “I love you too, First Mate (l/n),” he replied with a tired chuckle, kissing your forehead. No one saw you for the rest of the night – not that they were surprised

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