Smut prompt asking that Killian and Emma doing it rough after a jealousy fight

It had been a couple of weeks since Killian and Emma shared that kiss in front of Granny's. They had been dating ever since, and they were now apartment hunting since they didn't want to stay in one of Granny's room forever.

They decided to share the same room, and Emma decided that Henry have been living at the inn long enough, and he was now staying with Regina meanwhile they find a place of their own. She also thought that Henry could help Regina cope with her heartbreak.

David and Mary Margaret decided to throw a dinner party, wanting to celebrate the state of peace that was now reigning in Storybrooke, because they knew it wouldn't last long.

Almost everybody was there, minus Regina, who still blamed Emma for ruining her love life. They evening was pleasant as they ate and drank, sharing tales of their adventures back in the Enchanted Forest and in Neverland.

As they walked back to Granny's at the end of the evening, Emma was distant and cold, walking at a faster pace than Killian. He was wondering what had gotten into her, since during the dinner Emma seemed to have fun.

"Are you okay, love?" He asked as he grabbed her arm, trying to slow her down, shifting her around so he could look at her.

"I'm fine." She answered him dryly; her brows furrowed, tugging her arm free from his grasp. She climbed the stairs from the inn, and took out the keys to their room and pushed it roughly into the lock, Killian standing behind her. Emma was wrestling with the lock, as she started cursing the damned key. Killian propelled his hand towards hers trying to take the keys from her, so he could help her. The second his hand touched hers she slapped it away with the other.

"I can handle it." Emma spat.

Killian exhaled, as he got more and more frustrated with her attitude.

She finally managed to get the door unlocked, and barged in the room taking her red leather jacket off in one swift movement, leaving her in her jeans and white camisole, and threw it on the bed. She started pacing around the room with hers hands on her hips.

Killian walked in the room preparing himself to get yelled at, not even knowing what the hell he did

"Are you going to tell me what's got you all riled up, love?"

Emma shot him one of her angry looks.

"What happened between you and Tink in Neverland?" Killian looked at her, confused and not understanding the meaning of her question.

"I don't know what you're implying Swan, but lady Bell and I are strictly friends and always have been."

"So why did you tell that story about you and Tink in Neverland?" She asked as she was now standing in front him, hands still on her hips.

Killian was getting more and more frustrated with Emma's attitude.

"Am I not allowed to tell stories about my time in Neverland in which Tinkerbell was involved?" He spat back.

"I don't care which stupid ass story you want to tell everybody but why did you tell that story with her in it?" Emma asked him, as her voiced getting louder. Killian clenched his jaw as he was getting angrier and confused on her sudden jealousy.

"THEN WHAT IS IT?" He finally yelled not able to contain himself anymore.

"That story was about me, not Tink!" Emma finally blurted.

"What do you mean it was about you?"

"That story you told everybody didn't happen with her, but with me. When we were in Neverland." She explained as she took a step forward, pointing at her chest with her index finger.

"Do I even matter to you?" She asked.

"Swan, you know very well how I feel about you." He responded, offended at her accusation.

"Honestly, I don't now anymore." She answered, passing next to him, heading towards the washroom.

She was about to cross the door when she felt Killian pull her back roughly towards him, before pressing her against the wall next to the door.

"What the hell are you doing, Killian?" Emma retorted as she pressed her hands on his chest trying to push him away, her attempts unsuccessful, as he didn't budge from where he stood.

"Showing you how much you matter to me." He replied as his lips started to drop a trail of hot kisses from her jaw down to her neck.

"Stop, I'm still mad at you." Emma told him trying to keep her voice straight, not wanting him to know what his lips were doing to her.

"I know." He took both her hands, trapped them above her head with his hook. She tried to flee his grip, but was pushed back on the wall. "Don't move." He ordered her.

Emma was torn between her anger and the lust that was spreading through her, not knowing if she should just give in to his touch, and deal with the source of her frustration later.

Killian continued dropping wet kisses on her neck and collarbone, as Emma tried to resist as long as she could his ministrations, still trying to avoid his touch.

"You should consider surrender, love, your body is betraying you." He whispered in in her ear, pressing his bulge on her center, sucking her earlobe. Emma tried to stifle the moan that threatened to escape her lips, but failed miserably.

Killian chuckled, his hot breath brushing the skin under her jaw.

"Shut up, I'm still mad at you." She spat before crashing her lips on him, kissing him furiously. Killian responded in an equal fervour, both wanting to dominate the kiss, sucking, biting and tugging at each other's lips. Killian was still pressing his hardened length on her, driving Emma crazy, as she wanted to feel more. She started to move her hips, seeking more friction.

"I don't think so, love." He told her, his voice husky, freeing her wrists so he could spin her around, her back pressed against his chest as he pressed his lips in the crook of her neck, hook resting on her hip while his hand started to caress her stomach under her shirt, sliding upwards stopping when it reached one of her breasts. He pulled the cup of her bra down and started pinching and twisting her nipple between his thumb and index finger, the action making Emma's back arch, pressing her behind on his cock, her breathing becoming shallow.

Emma lifted her arms up so she could wrap her hands around his neck, needing something to hold on to as his hands switched to her other rosy nipple as she let out a long throaty moan. His hand suddenly left her breast and went to unbutton her jeans.

His hook went to place itself at the top of her shirt, and in one swift movement he tore the fabric, her bra still in place, her breast jutting out from the cups. In another sharp movement he tore the last piece of fabric covering her torso.

She felt his hook take the damaged shirt and toss it away as his hand pushed her jeans down enough for him to start drawing small and fast circles on her bundle of nerves. Emma was caught off guard by his roughness, since he usually was a very gentle lover. She didn't mind because she didn't want it sweet and soft. She could feel this tension building inside her as he dipped two fingers into her heat, as he continued stimulating her clit with his thumb, his mouth biting her shoulder. Feeling overwhelmed by his touch she couldn't stop the moans getting more and more desperate and increasing in volume until her orgasm took over her.

"Take off your pants." Ordered Killian as she was still trying to recover from her recent release. She did as he asked, her hands shaking as she took of her boots and pants. She heard Killian stripping himself of his clothes, and as soon as she finished getting undress, he turned her around pressing her body against his, kissing her fiercely, slipping his tongue in her mouth. Emma felt her breast rub against his chest hair which was arousing, his strained cock on her stomach, and felt the urge to touch him. Grabbing his shaft tightly, making him moan at the action as she started to pump him up and down. He quickly slapped her hand away.

"On the bed, hands and knees."

Emma felt herself getting wetter at his commanding voice, and complied to his demand. She walked towards the bed and climbed on it as requested, turning her head around so she could look at him. He sauntered towards her, his hand on his cock lazily stroking it as he positioned himself behind her. He placed his hook on her hips as he teased her entrance, spreading her arousal across her folds, the action making Emma desperate, pushing her cheeks towards him.

"Impatient aren't we? You're so wet I could just slip all the way in." Killian taunted her.

"Shut up and just fuck me." Emma spat back, as Killian glided his cock fully into her heat, making her cry out with pleasure at the sudden intrusion.

"Like this?" Growled Killian as he started to thrust at a maddening pace.

"Oh God, yes, yes. Don't…stop." Moaned Emma as he kept thrusting deep inside her.

"So now you don't want me to stop." He responded with a forceful roll of his hips, grabbing a fistful of her hair, forcing her to arch her back.

"Killian! Oh God, Killian, I'm gonna come!" She screamed as her orgasm hit her, her walls clenching on his cock, as his thrust became erratic. He slipped in and out of her a couple of times more before his release took him by waves spurting his release inside her.

He let go of her hair, letting her crash on the bed, Killian following her as he laid next to her, both completely spent, trying to catch their breaths. He turned his head around, his hand brushing away a sweaty lock splayed across her cheek.

"I'm sorry." He told. She turned her gaze towards him, her eyes still clouded with the intense sex they just had. Since she didn't respond he continued.

"For forgetting it was you. You should know that after 300 years, some things just get a tad blurry. I'm sorry if it hurt you." He waited for her to reply, his face full of regret.

She smiled at him and leaned in so she could kiss him softly.

"I love you." She whispered on his lips.

"I love you too."