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Cocktoberfest 2023 Oneshot!

Prompt: Sex Pollen

A huge thanks to @undercaffinatednightmare for the sexy shmexy art, and to @kmomof4 and @pirateswhore for being awesome betas!

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50895643

Emma couldn’t believe what was happening — Rumple was screwing them over, again! Worse, she faced the very real danger of getting trapped in the Enchanted Forest forever.

With a flick of his wrist, the Dark One rendered both Emma and Hook immobile. Panic began to rise up in her gut. Would she ever see her parents again? If she couldn’t get back to their own timeline, would it — and she — even exist anymore?

“He means to kill us, Swan,” Hook growled, staring daggers at his old nemesis. They’d been fools to trust the demon, and now they were paying the price.

“Oh, no no no…I mean to put you somewhere safe! Some place where even I dare not go; where I store the magic that is too dark or unpredictable, even for me!” Rumplestiltskin giggled maniacally, magically transporting them away before Emma had a chance to react.

The next thing they knew, they appeared in a huge room somewhere inside the castle, back in their regular clothes. It seemed like a small comfort that at least they could move their limbs.

“Well, what are we supposed to do now?” Emma shouted into the cavernous space, looking all around them in a state of bewildered shock. It was like they were back in the giants’ castle at the top of the beanstalk all over again.

“We look for a way to escape, of course; until you fix the wand, that is,” Hook replied curtly, raising an eyebrow as he passed. Emma shook her head and sighed dejectedly, placing the wand down on a small black table. It was gone; she just couldn’t feel her magic flowing through her anymore. Deflated, they began to explore their new surroundings.

“At least he did us one favor,” Hook said, stopping when he passed a mirror. She turned around to see him preening at his own reflection. “I’m devilishly handsome again,” he purred, earning a loud snort from across the room.

“I wonder if all this stuff is really cursed…” Emma muttered, wary of touching anything as she gazed over all the odds and ends in the room: there were numerous trunks and tables and chairs, a very questionable looking bench with restraints at both ends, a full suit of armor (missing one hand), a trio of ancient four poster beds, and at least a half dozen cabinets of all types and sizes.

On one of the tables sat a bottle of wine, two loaves of bread, and a pail with a dipper sitting nearby. Emma looked at it longingly, hoping that he’d given them potable water.

Hook didn’t seem to share her reservations, because when she turned around, he was inspecting the contents of an ornately decorated armoire, clearly about to reach for something inside.

“Wait, don’t touch anything! If Rumple’s afraid of this stuff, there’s got to be a reason,” she warned, but he just rolled his eyes, paying her no mind.

“Swan, we’ve got to look. What if the old bastard has something hidden here that can help us, like a magic bean?” he replied, clearly frustrated with her lack of gumption.

“Hook, don’t!” Emma shouted, sprinting across the uneven stone floor. Unfortunately, her sudden movement distracted him, and the corked vial he had in his hand fell to the ground, shattering. Whatever shimmery substance was inside flew into the air, sparkling as it surrounded them, thickening ominously.

“Ohmigod, what have you done?” Emma groaned, trying to find her way out of the pink-hued haze.

“I suppose we’ll find out soon enough, so try and stay optimistic!” Hook quipped, trying to make light of the situation. Emma was about to open her mouth to argue, but her attention snapped to the magical dust hovering in the air.

Slowly, the haze drifted above them, forming a pink cloud. When they tried to get out from underneath, it followed them, showering sparkles down like rain, until the cloud dissipated as mysteriously as it had formed.

For once, Emma had no words, looking to her traveling companion for answers as worry etched itself across her brow.

“I don’t know what the bloody hell we’re supposed to do now either, Swan,” Hook confessed, shaking his head. Trying not to freak out, Emma rolled her eyes, crossing her arms in front of her chest with a frown. For the moment, she was stumped.

“Just, uh, let me know if you start to feel different or affected in any way,” Emma suggested, drumming her fingers on one of the tabletops nearby. Whatever was in that bottle was bad news, and she had the feeling that they’d begin experiencing its effects pretty quickly.

The first symptom Emma noticed was lightheadedness, growing unsteady enough that she felt the need to sit down. She plonked down onto the floor, not knowing what to do with herself, and she decided to stay there in case things got worse.

“Swan, are you okay?” Hook asked, looking alarmed. “Tell me what you’re thinking… feeling… whatever,” he said, sitting by her side immediately, though he kept a respectful distance away.

“I’m thinking it’s best for us to stay alert for as long as we can. You know, in case something comes alive and tries to kill us,” Emma snarked, noticing that her insides had begun to tingle, like butterflies in her belly.

“Hey Hook, do you feel weird inside?” Emma asked, and when Killian looked at her she saw that his pupils were almost fully dilated. He looked high, and it made her want to giggle. She probably looked the same way, she thought, shifting uncomfortably.

“Aye, love. I do feel rather… strange,” he admitted, inching a bit closer to her.

“What do you think it did to us?” Emma asked, as the sensations in her belly traveled lower, and she felt her nipples straining against her bra.

“I don’t know what sort of concoction might scare the Dark One,” he said, “but it provides a pleasant distraction, wouldn’t you say?”

Emma nodded wordlessly as a small whimper escaped her throat. It wasn’t lost on her that Hook’s voice had dropped even lower than usual, and she found it undeniably sexy.

They sat cross legged on the floor, staring into each other’s eyes. Neither of them moved a muscle, and Emma realized that he was probably waiting for her to make the first move.

She also noticed, as the minutes passed, that she was less and less nervous about letting her attraction to the pirate across from her. She cast her eyes over the angular planes of his face, feeling an insatiable need to run her fingers through the scruff covering his jaw.

He smiled easily at her, seeming to know what she was thinking. “Are you thinking about engaging in more pleasurable activities, Swan?” Hook asked playfully, running his tongue over his lower lip.

“Maybe,” Emma whispered, a hot flush spreading over her cheeks and chest. She desperately wanted to touch him, but was it real, or were they just delirious from the powder?

“Do you think we’d be good together?” she asked him, eyes wide as she shuffled even closer. He gulped, and she saw the tips of his ears redden.

Emma didn’t realize it was possible for the legendary Captain Hook to be anything but completely confident in his sexual prowess.

“Aye. I’ve thought so for a long time, but you know that,” he answered softly, reaching out to cup her cheek. “I have something to say first, Emma.”

“What is it?”

“If we’re going to be…intimate, as I expect we soon will be due to the aphrodisiac powder, I want you to know that you have my full consent regarding anything we do under its influence. If you don’t feel the same, it’s best that we stay as far away from each other as possible,” he explained, quickly shifting his eyes away from hers when he stopped talking.

The silence stretched out for 30 unbearable seconds. Then, Emma took a deep breath and just said what was on her mind.

“If I’m completely honest with myself, I don’t know how I’d feel about this…in Storybrooke,” she confessed, gesturing between them.

Then, her lips curved into a flirtatious smile.

“But we’re not in Storybrooke, and I can admit that I’m very attracted to you, Killian. I can call you that, right? I don’t think Hook will work in this, um, situation, but I agree with all of the consent stuff you said before,” Emma told him, right before the lust took over.

“Thank the gods! You can call me any name you bloody well please, but Killian would be my preference,” he managed to say, pulling her in for a kiss. When their lips met it was as if the universe lit a tinderbox, and within seconds both scrambled to their knees, clutching at each other as the slow burning embers of their mutual attraction burst into scorching flames. Clothes were shed in haste, flung off to far corners of the room, and she pulled him toward one of the beds.

“Lie down, Killian,” she commanded with a little grin, straddling him as she pushed her hair back behind her ears. Her eyes raked over his lean, muscular body; she knew he was doing the same to her as he squeezed her hip, trying to urge her forward.

She chuckled, lowering her pelvis just enough to brush the head of his cock through her dripping center. They both jolted from the connection, and he thought fast, sliding two fingers in to check her readiness. Emma was halfway to an orgasm already, her muscles quivering in anticipation.

“No teasing, yet…” she breathed, extracting his fingers and helping him slide her wetness over his whole length. She got up on her knees, and with a final nod, Emma sank down as slowly as she could bear it; their eyes locked as their bodies connected for the first time. She was about to start moving when he brought his fingers to his lips, lewdly sucking each one clean. She couldn’t help but watch, mesmerized by the sight.

“You taste magnificent, like honey and wildflowers in the summertime,” Killian sighed, before quickly grabbing her hip and thrusting up like a man possessed. She came almost immediately, digging her fingernails into his shoulders as a high-pitched wail left her throat, echoing through the room. He wasn’t too far behind, drawing her chest down so he could begin his long-awaited exploration of her breasts.

After their first coupling, every other thought or care ceased to exist except for the pleasure they could coax from each other. The only thing grounding her to reality was the feel of his hot skin pressing against hers, and the heavy drag of his cock inside her slick core. They were insatiable, drawn to each other over and over again; as soon as they finished one round, the next would begin. She had trouble deciding which position she liked best, and it seemed like they had exhausted every possibility, on every available surface.

It was especially thrilling when Killian dragged a mirror over to the bed where Emma lay, stretching her limbs after being twisted into a pretzel-like position Killian had seen in some bawdy sailor’s manual long ago.

“What are you planning to do with that?” Emma asked, tongue firmly in cheek as he clambered back up to join her. He had a lecherous grin on his face.

“Have you really never watched yourself getting fucked?” he asked, slowly sliding up the bed until he was hovering over her again. She shook her head, but the sultry look she gave left no question she wanted to try it.

“I think you should show me what you plan on doing to me first,” she suggested, making herself comfortable against the pillows. Killian smirked at her, getting up on his knees to crawl toward the middle of the bed.

“Two suggestions: either I take you from behind, or you get on top and use me however you’d like…pick your poison,” he teased, counting them off on his long, talented fingers. She stared at him hungrily and without shame as she considered her options. He was already fully erect, slowly stroking himself to distract her.

“Since I was the one who got all tied up last time, I think I deserve a break. You do the work, captain!” she joked, rising to her knees right in front of him. Her hand shot out, knocking his arm away so she could grip him firmly, pumping his cock until the tip was dripping with his arousal.

“Minx,” he bit out, trying to get his breathing back under control. “Get on all fours, and just watch everything I’m about to do to you. After this, you‘ll never be as satisfied by any other man, Swan,”

She obeyed, shivering with anticipation.

“Do you promise?” Emma asked shakily, watching his reflection as he pressed down gently on her back, lowering her chest so that her ass lifted higher in the air.

“Yes,” he said solemnly, catching her eye in the mirror before diving face first into her needy center. He groaned, seeing the slick heat already pooled there.

“Killian…oh fuck!” Emma screamed, and continued moaning loudly as he licked her, adding his fingers and pumping as she watched, she was practically sobbing for release. Sucking her clit into his mouth pushed her over the edge, and she clamped down hard on his fingers, repeating his name over and over until the aftershocks wore off and he withdrew.

“There is nothing,” he began, breathing heavily as he wiped his face, “I swear, nothing I’ve ever seen as erotic as watching you come in that mirror. But I need to be inside you now, Swan, please…”

She saw the desire and raw desperation on his face, and even though her knees twinged, all she wanted to do was make sure he was satisfied too.

“Yes, please, I want to watch you fuck me. I need it, Killian,” she told him just as desperately. When he buried himself inside of her in one thrust, she shrieked, shocked at how quickly she needed him again.

If they kept going at their frenzied pace, her heart would surely burst out of her chest, but Emma couldn’t find it in herself to care. The white hot pleasure coursing through her veins was addicting. The concept of time fell away as they explored each other’s bodies, climbing up and over peak after peak together as the aphrodisiac worked its way through their systems.

They were in the middle of another athletic fuck – this time stretched out on what appeared to be a daybed – when the haze surrounding her brain began to fade. She was faced away from him, gyrating in his lap while he held her up with his whole arm, fingers wrapped gently around her throat for support. His hook was embedded in the upholstery for leverage, and they moved as one, covered in sweat as they hurtled toward completion.

“Go on, love, I can feel your cunt tightening around me again…you’re nearly there,” he encouraged, nipping at her shoulder. Spurred on by his words, she bucked even more forcefully, and he steadied her, wrapping his other arm around her waist.

“Ah fuck, I’m so close! Talk to me, please,” she begged, too far gone to let what she was saying make her feel vulnerable.

“I have loved watching you like this, taking what you need…but seeing your pert little ass wiggling in the air might be my favorite part yet. Emma, I can’t wait to feel you come again,” he moaned, thrusting harder and faster until her orgasm lit up all of her senses, cresting and breaking like a wave over her whole body.

When she came down from her high, Emma realized that the emotional and physical release of tension had brought her to tears. She hastily wiped them away, now wary of him catching her in such a state of vulnerability.

He sat up, pulling her flush against his chest, and the change in angle let his cock slide even deeper, hitting her g-spot with laser precision.

Knowing that this might be the end of their time together, Emma let her mind go blank, focusing on the intimacy and pleasure they had shared. She reached back and grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging him closer.

“Killian, don’t hold back. I’ve never felt this good with anyone else, and it has nothing to do with the stuff in that vial,” she told him, turning so she could look into his eyes and communicate how much she meant what she said.

To her relief, his sea blue gaze was clear and sharp. He nodded, pressing his lips to hers just before another orgasm crashed through her, stealing her breath and sapping her remaining energy.

Almost simultaneously, Killian reared up and yelled out her name — weeks later, Emma swore that she’d been able to feel the heat from his release deep inside of her, sealing their newly formed bond — and they collapsed in an exhausted heap, shaking and breathing hard.

————

Killian’s brain was still fuzzy from the last of the powder, so it took him a moment to realize that Emma wasn’t beside him. Sitting up against the headboard, he looked around the room until he found her, already dressed in her bra and pants. She was bent over, picking up what looked like some of his clothing as well.

“Swan? What’s going on?” Killian asked groggily, and Emma froze when she heard his voice, pressing his shirt against her chest.

She had already exposed too much of herself to him, literally and figuratively, and now it was time to get back to their mission: finding a way home.

“I’m getting all of our stuff— we’ve wasted so much time already,” Emma fretted, handing him his shirt before she tried to rush away.

“Emma, why are you acting so strangely? You haven’t even tried summoning your magic yet!” Killian asked, already feeling the chill of her walls going back up.

“I know that I don’t have it back; besides you heard what Gold said, we can’t reopen the portal.”

“All he said we need is magic. You’re the Savior, Swan, you can do this,” he urged, but she shook her head, looking at the floor to avoid his eyes. “Weren’t all of Zelena’s spells undone when she died? That means your magic should have been restored.”

She spun around, eyes flashing. “It’s gone! Believe me, if I could make it work, I would. You think I’m faking it, Hook?” she sputtered, using his moniker to put even more space between them.

Killian stared at her, incredulous. Then, he got angry.

“I think not having magic makes it a hell of a lot easier for you to run back to New York and pretend to be somebody else! Well, listen to me, Swan: you’re not. It’s time to stop running.”

“You think I don’t know that? Yeah, I run away, and that’s how I’ve always survived. But believe me, I want this to work,” she insisted, picking up the wand and clutching it in her fist. “I want to go back!”

Her confession surprised the hell out of him, but he understood the enormity of her decision. It brought a smile to his face.

“What’s changed your mind?”

“This whole crazy Enchanted Forest thing, honestly! Being here really made me see things from a new perspective,” she told him, throwing up her hands. “I saw my parents meet for the first time, went to a ball, got sent to Regina’s dungeon…that’s not a regular day in my life!”

Killian nodded his understanding, waiting for her to continue.

“But I also saw my mom die. Then, when she turned up alive and didn’t even know who I was, it hurt so much. The dismissive look in her eyes made me realize that I’ve been keeping her at a distance since the curse broke, and I need to make it right,” Emma sighed, but she looked empowered, not defeated. “Back when Henry first brought me to Storybrooke, I had no idea that he had actually rescued me. He brought me home.”

Her chin was quivering and she hastily scrubbed at her eyes, trying to get her emotions under control. When she looked back up at Killian, he had a smile on his face. Emma looked at him with confusion, wondering what was going on.

“I think your magic is back,” he murmured, gently taking her hand and holding it in front of her. Her mouth dropped open in shock: the wand was pulsing with light, and it looked like her entire arm was aglow.

“Holy crap, this is amazing! Killian, I can feel my magic again,” Emma marveled, gawking at the magic emanating from her entire being. “Wait a minute, I wanna try something. Just stand still for a second,” she said excitedly, closing her eyes before waving her hand in his direction. Her light magic whirled around him for a moment, then disappeared.

“Did you just use magic to clean me up? I feel like I’ve just had a hot shower at Granny’s! That’s pretty impressive, love,” he complimented her, eyes wide.

“I’m glad it worked, because there’s no way we could go back to Storybrooke reeking of sex,” she quipped, and successfully cast the spell on herself. Killian chuckled, delighted that she felt so much better.

“Okay, it’s time to try something a bit more complicated. I know that you can do this, Emma,” Killian told her, standing right by her side.

This was the moment of truth: steadying her grip on the wand, Emma concentrated and pointed it several feet in front of them. To her surprise and relief, a portal flashed into existence.

“Looks like you saved the day again, Swan,” he whispered in her ear, followed by a gentle kiss on her cheek. She blushed at the gesture, realizing that the deadly, dangerous pirate next to her had been there, supporting her, this whole time. From the moment he turned his ship around and took them to Neverland, Killian proved over and over again that he was no villain. She trusted him; and maybe one day, she could even fall in love with him.

“Ready?” Emma shouted over the whooshing portal, grabbing Killian’s hand. He nodded, and on the count of three, they jumped together into the future.

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