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Emma had been traveling for days and all she wanted to do was get back to Henry in Storybrooke. She walked down the cobbled steps at a swift pace, in the quaint port she had journeyed to. As she was lost in thought, she jerked her body to the right to turn down a dimly lit alley.
How had she found herself stuck in this situation? Oh right. Hook.
“Come on love, enjoy the fresh air while we have it,” He called from behind.
“Hurry up, we don’t have much time, and he could be leaving at any moment,” Emma glared.
“I know him, and trust me after a night like this, he’ll be stationary for the next few weeks,” Hook retorted grimly. He shook his head.
Emma stopped in her place as Hook meandered closer. If it wasn’t for Hook, she wouldn’t even be in this god dammed village. But then again, she also wouldn’t have a solution to her problem. After being thrown into a portal by Zelena, Emma found herself several years in the past and trapped in the Enchanted Forest.
“I’m only doing this for Mary and once we have safe passage, I’ll figure this out on my own,” Emma huffed.
“I’m not stopping you, I’m just along for the ride,” Hook shrugged and swaggered past.
The plan was Hook’s idea. To get home, they needed to sail back to Storybrooke, and who better to book passage with than the one and only captain of the Jolly Roger? They just needed to find him in this timeline. Hence, Emma had landed herself in this shabby port town, scurrying around an alley, in the middle of the night, with Captain Hook. She and Hook walked until it felt like her feet were about to fall off, and the boots she had stolen earlier were not comfortable. Finally, they stopped in front of a wooden planked door held together by rusted nails. The door was practically falling off the hinges and the sound of music rumbled through the cracks. Hanging above, a rickety sign read Smugglers Cove in large font and swung in the humid air. A mermaid hoisting a large mug of ale in her hand was wrapped around the letters.
How delightful.
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They walked in and boisterous laughter filled the room. A band played an old sea shanty as warm light filled the room. Hook led her over to a table in the corner as barmaids skated around the tavern. Flitting her eyes across the crowd she saw the other Hook gesturing raucously with an audience gathering around him. Emma kept the hood of her cloak down as she peered at the man.
Two mugs of ale were set down in front of them with a loud clink. A short woman with red curly hair and painted lips leaned over the table. Her apron barely held in her bulging bosom.
“This one’s on the house, but you could have me anywhere in the house,” she asked Hook coyly while batting her lashed. Emma looked away pointedly, cheeks flushed as Hook stared right back at the bar maid.
“I typically prefer my own bedroom, but exceptions can be made,” Hook replied. The maid giggled and left to fetch drinks for the other patrons, but not after trailing a hand over Hook’s arm. Hook looked back at Emma, but she refused to look him in the eye.
“Jealous, darling?” Hook asked.
“I just want us to get out of here,” Emma scoffed and turned back to Hook. “If you really cared about leaving, you would focus on our mission.” Inside, Emma’s thoughts were turning. Although Hook was infuriating, she thought they had reached an understanding. If they wanted to get onto a ship, they needed to work together. Getting distracted by whores was not the way to accomplish their goals.
“Relax, have a drink,” Hook paused, consideringly. “You want me.” Emma glared at him, startled by his directness. “Well, you either want her or me, and you certainly don’t plan on taking the barmaid home for the evening,” he continued with a smirk. She rolled her eyes. Emma knew Hook flirted with everything he saw, but she felt a strum of warmth rush through her veins. She picked her glass up from the table and took a big gulp to avoid the feeling. Another rush of warmth flooded through her, although this time it was the ale slipping down her throat.
“Are you sure this is a good idea? What about preserving the future.” Her eyes flitted from Hook to the man sitting at the other table.
“It’ll be fine. Keep him drinking and he’ll hardly remember anything come morning,” Hook’s tone brooked no room for argument as his fingers curled around his glass. “Just make sure that I-he remains occupied. I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Okay,” Emma straightened and lifted the hood off her cloak. It was time to get serious.
Emma shrugged her cloak off and unlaced the top of her dress. Her breasts strained against the fabric.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Hook exclaimed as his eyes flitted down her body.
“Making sure he stays occupied. It shouldn’t be difficult. You and I both know I’m his type,” Emma stated obviously.
“Swan, that man sitting there, you don’t know him. Just be careful.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous,” Emma said with a raised brow.
He looked disgruntled as her hips swayed in her flowy dress. She sauntered off towards her new focus. As she made her way to the table, the other Hook was drinking heavily with an arm slung around a curvy brunette. This should be easy, she thought. Emma tucked her hair behind her ears and walked up confidently. Coins clattered as the other Hook had just won another game.
“What are you playing?” Emma asked.
“Have a seat and I’ll teach you,” he purred with an accented lilt. The other Hook disentangled himself from the brunette, leaving just enough space for Emma to squeeze in. She could feel the heat of his thigh emanating from his seat on the bench. The other Hook placed the dice in Emma’s hand. Just as she was about to roll, he grabbed her wrist and navigated it towards him. He tightened his grip, and her hand opened.
“One blow for good luck,” he said as he lifted her palm up to his lips and softly blew on the dice. Her lips parted. The other Hook closed his hand around hers and she grasped the dice. Emma removed her hand from his as she rolled. The party around her cheered.
“Looks like you just won, love. Better save some of your winnings to buy us a round of drinks,” the other Hook said with a wink. A drink was pushed into her hand, and she downed the entire glass. He raised an eyebrow at her. “I’m here to relax. Bet you could teach me a thing or two about letting loose,” Emma said with a smirk.
“Oh, darling you have no idea.”
He finished his drink and raised his hand to order another. His tunic was askance and as he raised his hand, a sliver of his stomach appeared from beneath his top. It was clear he had been drinking but his eyes had yet to glaze over. He was better at holding his liquor than she thought, and Emma needed to find a way to speed up this process.
She could still feel him inches away from her and the rum was making her lethargic. The other Hook put a hand on her thigh and slowly stroked upwards. His hand left a tingling trace as she was shocked back to reality. Emma looked up to see if Hook had noticed and wondered if he could see her blush from across the room. When Emma spotted him, she saw that the red head had made her way back to Hook’s side. She felt rage flow through her.
Why was he so focused on the barmaid when Emma was just a few feet away? Couldn’t he see what was right in front of him? It was time to seduce the other Hook and see if he would notice her then. Emma paused. What was she even thinking about, she didn’t want Hook, so there was no reason to be jealous. But if she didn’t want Hook, why did the other Hook’s hand feel so divine on her leg?
She sidled closer and pressed herself against other Hook and his hand reached higher, admittedly, almost to where she wanted him. Surely Hook would notice what they were doing.
“Love, are you trying to distract me so you can take all my winnings?” He asked.
“A girl’s got to eat,” She replied in a husky whisper. Other Hook rolled the dice and missed the winning pot by three points. He groaned and leaned his face towards hers. “Well, it seems to be working because I can feel every curve of your body beneath this marvelous dress, and I can’t think about a single other thing,” he said. His breath coasted across her ear, and she felt a shiver travel up her spine. He angled his head down and began to suck on the skin directly beneath her ear. She jolted as his lips parted delicately. He kissed and nipped down the length of her neck until she made a small moan.
When had her eyes closed?
Her eyes fluttered open as he continued to work on her neck. From across the room Hook stood there with his arms crossed. The barmaid had gone and in her place was an icy glare from Hook. He had definitely noticed. Emma’s lips curved up into a smile and his eyes flared. The crowd around them was loud and the music suddenly felt too harsh against her sensitive skin. Her focus was back on the other Hook as he bit especially hard at the juncture between her neck and shoulder.
“Could we go somewhere more private? It’s too loud in here.” Emma asked.
“I think we can find a place much more suitable for these activities,” other Hook answered. He stood up and grasped Emma’s hand to pull her up from the bench. After throwing a few coins on the table, for the drinks, he gave a wink to his party and guided Emma out of the room.
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As soon as they made it to the hallway, her back collided with the wall. The other Hook was on her instantly with a kiss so forceful it knocked the wind out of her. All thoughts of Hook were gone as she moaned into his mouth. His lips glided over hers and her entire body sparked with pleasure. Wasn’t this the plan all along? Get him drunk and knock him out when they were alone? Emma couldn’t focus on anything other than his mouth. They both leaned away panting. “My ship is docked in the harbor, we could go there right now,” other Hook huffed. Emma nodded, still feeling a fire in her stomach and at a loss for words.
What was the mission again? All she could think about was how long it had been since her last release. Taking care of Henry, living in the small town of Storybrooke, and going from one mystical disaster to the next left no time for men. She needed a way to blow off all this tension and the other Hook was the perfect way to do it.
While this wasn’t her Hook, it was still a Hook.
Maybe a quick detour wouldn’t hurt. Emma shook her head. She needed to focus. They had to get to the boat to take control of his ship. Hook would no doubt be lingering nearby and waiting for them to arrive. Maybe he would give them thirty minutes, surely, he understood she had needs.
Other Hook led her back to his ship. The Jolly Roger looked formidable upon approach. Its large sails hung from the masts. Surprisingly, the boat looked more elegant than she thought it would be. Emma was taken aback by the sleek profile and polished wood. She could easily imagine it cutting through the water at high speeds. They stepped from the dock and onto the ship. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” Hook asked, patting the side of the Jolly Roger. “I couldn’t imagine a better ship” Emma replied. “There’s nothing like the wind on your face out on the open ocean. I’d be willing to show you,” he said nonchalantly. Emma smirked. He was wrapped around her finger.
The crew had all gone to sleep, even the men who were meant to be on watch. “Privateering doesn’t always attract the best talent,” other Hook explained. He stepped towards her, kissed her briefly on the lips, and tugged her intently towards the captain’s quarters. Once the door closed, the other Hook’s lips descended on hers again and she felt the warmth creep back up her spine. Emma knew she was missing something, but his dark gaze peered into hers and her thoughts melted. She pulled away to catch her breath and the other Hook turned towards a table full of liquor. The room was full of rich dark mahogany walls and a four-poster bed was centered right in the middle of the room. The windows splayed across an entire back wall and peered out into the dark ocean. Candles lined a dark wooden desk with maps and papers splayed on the top.
“Fancy a nightcap?” He asked as he began to pour from a decanter into two glasses. “Come here pet,” he called with a drink outstretched. As other Hook held the glass out, a figure jumped from behind the curtain and struck other Hook directly in the face. The drinks clattered to the floor and other Hook collapsed against the table. Emma was so startled; she jerked back and began to scream. A hand curled around her mouth, and she was pressed back into a solid wall of muscle. She struggled and thrashed until she heard, “Swan! Swan! Relax, it’s just me,” Hook whispered. “Now when I take my hand off of your mouth, you won’t make a single noise.” Emma stilled and Hook slowly removed his hand but kept her close to his chest.
“What were you thinking?” Hook glared and turned her around to him. Emma cleared her throat and looked down, “I was keeping him occupied.” The distance between them was smaller than it had ever been. She looked back into his eyes and she could see the anger there, but also a spark of, lust? His chest was heaving as he breathed in deeply. “You were busy, and I just thought,” she continued. Hook stilled and said with soft venom, “You just thought? It didn’t seem like you were thinking at all.”
“I thought that I was just doing what you told me to. I needed to relax and that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad,” Emma carried on.
“It wouldn’t be so bad?” He said lowly.
“If you’re going to keep repeating everything I say, I’m going to wake up this entire cabin so we can get moving because this is pointless.”
His arms clenched around her. “So, you were just going to, what? Fuck him?”
“And what if I was?” She glared. “How is that any of your business.”
“It’s my business because, instead of fucking a past version of me in a drunken stupor, you could have been bent over that table and screaming my name.” The heat in his eyes struck Emma to her core. Hook would use her like everyone else did, but maybe she wanted to be used. She had noticed how he looked at her in Neverland. He desired her, wanted her. “You’re mine, not his. He hasn’t been through all of this with you. He hasn’t gone literally back in time to make sure you’re safe.” He leaned in closer. “I know you, Emma. I know what you want, I know how to please you.” His lips met hers and the pressure was rough, and solid, and perfect. He waited a moment until her lips parted and then he dove into her with a fierce determination. As their lips and tongues tangled with each other, she felt gooseflesh erupt on her skin.
Forget the other Hook, she had never been kissed like this by any man. It was like he needed her more than air. All she could do was stay afloat in his arms and try not to sink into the depths of her feelings. She kissed him back just as ferociously and put every thought and emotion into her kiss.
I want you. I need you. Please don’t leave me.
He grasped her everywhere he could, her hips, her face, her ass. This was bliss. She reached up and tugged at his hair as Hook began to trail his lips down her neck. He left a scorching feeling in his wake. “See, love? I can do better than anything he could have given you,” Hook whispered against her skin. He was right. There was no feeling like this, secure in his arms and utterly wrecked by his wicked mouth.
Their lips collided as he nudged her towards the bed. The floorboards creaked when Emma’s knees hit the edge of the bedframe. Hook pushed her backwards and she landed onto the soft mattress. She moved back, propping herself up on her elbows while she looked at him. He loosened the laces of his billowy shirt and yanked it over his head. His body was lithe and toned. As he stalked toward her, his solid chest rippled. Emma’s breath stuttered and his lips crashed into hers. The world tilted and, suddenly, she was lying flat on her back and pressed into the mattress. The scruff of his chin prickled her skin, and she shivered. His hand traced the collar of her dress, kneading her breasts through the fabric.
“Look at these, perfectly presented for me,” Hook whispered in a filthy tone. “Do you know how hard it was to watch you flirt with another man?” His hard bulge pressed against her thigh.
“You flirt with every woman you see,” Emma panted back.
“But you are the only woman in my bed”, he replied. Hook bent his head, wet his lips, and kissed her nipple through the fabric. It felt like ecstasy. His breath skimmed the top her breast and he enclosed his mouth around the mound. Hook flicked and licked and sucked until she was crying out. When he removed his mouth, the wet fabric clung to her perked nipple. “I need you in me,” she begged.
“Oh love, I’ll decide what you need,” Hook said ignoring her request. The fabric of her dress rustled as he reached to pull it off. The skirt was too large, and Hook huffed out a laugh. “I prefer the clothes from your land darling, easier access.” The ripping sound echoed in the room as he sheared his hook straight through the cloth. Emma squirmed; she was now fully uncovered. “I needed that,” she exclaimed. “There’s spares in my chest,” he said with a smirk. Hook’s eyes trailed down her body and he groaned, “You’re perfect.” Her bare breasts pebbled in the cold salty air.
He focused his ministrations back onto her breasts. She sighed as he laved at her nipple, while Hook’s only hand reached up to rub the tip of her other mound. Her eyes swam and she was lightheaded with lust. The chill of his hook rested at her side, and she trembled. His hook snagged her underwear and slowly pulled it down. Emma’s thighs spread as he leaned back to look at his work. “Just lovely,” he said with his intense gaze focused on her core. Little circles of pleasure skimmed across her skin as he reached down and rubbed her open thigh. He slid his cool hook across her center and brought it to his mouth to taste.
“You’re dripping darling, so ready for me and I haven’t even put a finger in you,” Hook’s breath skimmed her ear, and she moaned. Emma clenched around nothing and felt devastatingly empty. She couldn’t think and she could hardly breathe, gasping for breaths. There was nothing she wanted more than his thick fingers inside of her, but her squirming and whining did nothing to provoke him. He gently rubbed his knuckle back and forth over her slit. She mewled when he took the pad of his thumb and rubbed circles into her clit. Short jolts of electricity sparked through her.
“Please I need you,” Emma cried out.
“All you had to do was ask,” Hook answered. His fingers plunged into her heat all at once and she clenched hard from the shock. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. “Relax love,” he tutted. “I can’t fuck you if you’re this tight.” She breathed in and relaxed. Hook started moving his fingers and she wailed. This was exactly what Emma needed. Suddenly, her gasps turned breathy and high as he hit a deep spot she didn’t know was inside her. His pace was varied. He alternated between taking his fingers fully out of her and slowly returning them to her heat, and slamming them into her so she shrieked. Her mind was whiting out and her mouth gaped open, desperate for air. Her hips bucked as she pleaded for more. This was more than Emma had ever felt before. Her skin was aflame as Hook pushed in and out of her tightening folds. Emma’s cries grew louder and right as she was on the precipice, he removed his hand.
An ache bloomed in her chest as she was denied her release. He reached up and kissed her eyelids, “I’m sorry love, but you’ll only come on my cock tonight.” Emma let out a frustrated whine until she saw Hook unlace his pants. His cock sprung out fully erect and already leaking. How is that going to fit? Emma panicked silently. Hook had the largest cock she had ever seen. The shaft was much bigger than the width of her preferred method of pleasure, her hairbrush handle, and he was so stiff that his veins protruded from his length, thick and heavy.
Hook lifted her leg up to his shoulder and nudged the tip of his cock into her entrance. “Fuck,” he cursed. “You don’t know how long I’ve dreamt of fucking you on my ship. Say you’re mine. Tell me you want me to fuck you right here on the Jolly Roger.” He pushed forward an inch, pulled himself back out, and Emma sobbed.
“I’m yours. I’m yours. Just fuck me,” she begged. At that, Hook shoved himself fully into her. He groaned as she scrabbled for purchase on his shoulders. He yanked her hands and placed them above her head. All the pressure of him leaning above her centered right on her wrists as she tried to writhe free. Emma was stuffed full of him. She could feel him all the way down to her toes and she moaned.
“Noisy little thing, aren’t you?” Hook said as he looked down at her with a smirk. “Careful or you’ll wake the whole cabin.”
He pulled out of her and shushed her, but she couldn’t help the noises she was making, he just felt so good. Hook flipped her over, so she was on her knees facing the headboard. His tip breeched her entrance once again and the bed groaned as he sank into her. Emma was stretched around his cock; her core made a filthy squelching sound that filled the air. Her face hit the pillow as he set a punishing pace. Placing his hand and hook on her hips to keep her in place, he slammed into her. Emma felt used, like she was just something for Hook to fill. All she wanted was to reach her climax when tears spilled from her face and soaked the pillow.
“You’ll take what you’re given,” Hook growled. Emma shook her head but stayed still. “Good girl,” he pressed her head further into the pillow as her eyes leaked. They were so connected she didn’t know where she ended, and he began. His cock was so thick that burned but she wanted more. Pleasure built inside her and she moaned. “That’s it, you can take a little more,” he raised her higher and higher until all she could do was cling to the sheets. Her cries filled the room.
“Say my name,” Hook groaned.
“Hook,” Emma exclaimed. He pounded into her harder, like a punishment. “No, love. Call me Killian. Now say it,” he replied.
“Killian. Killian. Killian,” she chanted. Emma was incoherent and babbled nonsense as he drove in wildly. The spark inside her had turned to molten lava. Her eyes closed, lips parted, and her face twisted up. She was so close. Only one more thrust and she would come. He rammed into her forcefully and she clenched around his cock. She shuddered and twisted until she reached her highest peak. It washed over her in waves as he continued to piston in and out. He came to a slow and pulsed into her leaving her core full of warmth. Emma felt a blinding pleasure and her vision went white. She felt like she was floating. Her limbs hung limply as Killian shuddered and pulled out of her.
He wrapped her into his arms and as she was about to protest, he said, “Sleep, I’ll deal with everything in the morning.” And so, Emma fell into the deepest sleep she could remember.
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The sun burst through the curtains and spilled out onto the sheets. Emma arose groggily and rubbed her eyes. That was the first night she had slept without nightmares. She remembered Killian had kept her close all night, pulling her back into him when she tried to roll away. Once she gained more awareness, she realized Hook was gone. Emma bolted upright and rushed out of bed, momentarily forgetting her nakedness. Just then, Killian strutted through the door with a tray of breakfast arrangements. “Well good morning to you too love. Now get back in bed before the entire crew sees you like this,” he said. His eyes slowly made their way down to her curves and looked back up to see the bite marks he had left the evening prior. Looking self-satisfied he placed the tray of food on the table and gently prodded her back into bed. Emma looked startled as he placed a plate of food before her.
Outside, she heard the sound of voices heaving muffled directions. The boat swayed gently and through the window she could see the ship was moving. Emma turned to Killian with a questioning look on her face.
“We’re on our way to find Mary. I gathered intel from my first officer on her whereabouts,” he paused. “I told you I was going to get you home love, so that’s exactly what I’ll do.”
“Thank you, Killian, I wouldn’t have been able to get home without you,” Emma confessed. Something in her tone caught Killian’s notice as he lingered near the bed. He kissed her softly. “You know I would do anything for you,” he said. Emma smiled and pulled him to her, leaning into the kiss with a bright smile.