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#21 intimate moments with Hook? Absolutely adore your work!

So I had a good number of prompts that worked really well for a full Hook one-shot so I hope it’s cool that I combined all of them. It’s my first time writing Hook so I hope y’all like it and that I got his voice alright! I’ve been staring at this for three days; sorry for any errors! ;; Thanks so much for y’all sending in your requests and for your patience. <3

Pairing: Hook x OFC. Prompts: Reader is a member of Team Taz; her and Hook have feelings for each other and they’re conned into admitting it + cuddling in the first morning light + soft kisses while cuddling in bed. Requested by: @moxleygirl11x Rating: M. Warnings/Content: Fluff and smut! Word Count: 4309.

Tag List (asked to be added/removed!): @alyhull @boutmachines @chrisdickinson @crowleysqueenofhell @lghockey @rubyred1980 @sillynilly27 @simoneinside

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“Oh shit. That shirt looks damn good on you. What do you think, Hobbs?”

Ricky grinned at her and Will shot her an approving thumbs up when she stepped out, brand new Team Taz shirt pulled over her ring gear. The run in that sealed the deal that she was with them had happened last week but in an hour, it would be made official. The big announcement where she’d stand side-by-side with Ricky, Will, Taz, and…Hook.

Oh hell, she would be right by Hook.

The man in question was leaned against the wall, one foot planted against it as he dug through his Mary Poppins bag of chips. Hoodie pulled up over his untameable hair and just as cute as the first day she had come across him. Granted, that day had involved suplexing a man into the shadow realm but still.

Cute.

“Hook,” Ricky said as he slung his arm around her shoulder and turned her towards the younger man. “What do you think? She looks good, right?”

Hook picked his head up, expression unreadable when her eyes met his. Ricky blinked rapidly at him, brows raised but with the height Ricky had on her, she missed it. Hook gave an affirmative nod before he busied himself again with folding his empty chip bag into intricate shapes.

“Might be my new favorite,” she said with a small spin and a smile away from Ricky. Hook’s eyes slipped up to watch her. The corners of his mouth lifted some but then it was gone as soon as Ricky caught it. “I’m nervous but I’m not nervous. Does that make sense?”

“Sure it does,” Ricky answered. “But you got no reason to be nervous. You know you’re good, we know you’re good, and you’re with us because not only are you good, you’re damn good. And you’re gonna show up every woman on this roster until you get that belt. Get what I mean?”

Gratitude swelled in her chest.

“Uh-huh,” Will said with a supportive hand on her shoulder. He shot Ricky a look. “‘Sides, you’re not gonna be alone out there. Ricky and I might be busy sometimes but Hook will be out there with you. So, yeah, nothing to be nervous about. We got you.”

Shit. That was everything to be nervous about. She freeze-framed and Hook’s foot slipped off the wall. He caught himself in time and glanced at the clock. Mumbled something about it almost being time and then he was out the door. He didn’t go too far because he fell in step with her when she was the last one through it.

She didn’t pick up on what the two ahead of them were saying, too focused on not tripping over her own feet just because her crush–there it was, that word loud in her head–was walking right by her. Or that he would be ringside for every one of her matches. That they’d be sharing a space more often than not now. He was only a year older than her but there she was, doe-eyed. The embarrassment would be right on her heels no matter what.

“It does look good,” Hook said suddenly, closer than he had been before. He stared straight ahead, brows drawn together as he lowered his head. “The shirt.”

“Oh,” she said, cheeks warm and her chest tight. “Thanks.”

He smiled at her, the small one that lifted one corner of his mouth.

“They’re right, y'know,” he said as they approached the roar of the crowd. “We got you. You get nervous just…look at me or somethin’, alright?"

Before she could answer, she was led up to the tunnel and out to a wall of sound as Ricky's music hit. But she wasn't nervous, a smug smile on her face as she proudly displayed her new alliance. Hook kept an eye on her, cool as ever, and when she met his gaze from the middle of the ring, hair slightly in her eyes and a bright smile on her face, it took everything in him not to smile back.

The crowd didn't get to see that.

—

Will hadn’t been wrong at all. While he and Ricky were dealing with the hectic and heated tag team division, she and Hook took turns coming out for each other’s matches. Something that Taz was exceedingly proud of every time they walked through the tunnel together. It had been a little awkward at first, neither too sure how to step around each other but they managed it just fine. Cold-hearted was a good descriptor for how he treated his opponents but around her?

He could be downright precious sometimes.

She discovered early on that wrapping his non-dominant hand before a match proved to be a problem. As she did the finishing touches in the mirror of the Team Taz dressing room, he huffed and swore to himself behind her. His knee bounced, his fingers curled into loose fists.

“You good back there?”

She peered at him through the mirror and he frowned at her, hair in his eyes. Then he blew his hair out of his face and tried again to wrap his hand. Hook paused at her small giggle long enough for the wrap between his fingers to drop and lose tension.

“Hold on, hold on,” she said as she crossed over to him and crouched down to offer her hand. He blinked at her and swallowed but gave her his hand without hesitation. If she hadn’t had been focused on helping him, the feeling of his hand in hers would have had her head spinning. “Let me get it. Geez, who did this before I got here?”

“Dad did.”

It was a small tease but he answered her earnestly. The fact that he hadn’t shrugged her off spoke volumes and she couldn’t help but look up at him. Her face went hot as she crossed the wrapping across his palm and his fingers twitched towards hers. Ticklish, maybe? She made sure it was snug but not too tight then let go.

“Is that good?”

“Yeah,” he said as he tested it. “You’re good. It’s good. Yeah, it’s good.”

He rolled his toned shoulders and stood up, a few inches taller than her as he stretched out. One brow raised at her, he gestured towards the door. She hesitated, her attention fixed on the warmth of his eyes as he looked at her. The softness of his face, the way he took a breath and softened as he shifted on his feet. Not an ounce of hurry to him.

He wasn’t all that cold.

“Ready?”

His voice brought her out of it.

“Oh! Yes. Always.”

Her voice lowered in a tease and he turned it back on her with an amused uh-huh. Oh god, she wasn’t ready. Not with the way her stomach did flips and tricks but she smirked through it and he walked with her. Let her ego and his calming but nerve-wracking presence carry her through it.

—

Within weeks, that awkward first time was far away in the rear view. Hook supported her and she supported him. Hook was there with a bag of ice or two after her hard-hitting matches against Statlander and she always made sure to have fresh tape to wrap his hands. He trusted her enough to do both after the first couple months. Ricky and Will were thrilled at the development but perhaps none more so than Taz himself.

Proud and giddy was a way to describe the head of Team Taz when he psyched the pair up for their matches. She had expected Hook to look embarrassed or want to get away as quickly as he could but he didn’t. Sometimes she could hear Taz’s proud yelling from the apron and she would grin at Hook, just to get the tiniest hint of a smile before he went back to ruining his opponent’s day.

Then they would find some diner to dig into and quietly laugh amongst each other, just the two of them when the night went long. And it was perfect. They became as constant as the sun in each other’s days and really, she felt better for it. She hoped it was the same for him and every time that little smile of his brought out his dimples or he raised an amused brow at her antics, she was convinced it was.

At the end of the day, the rush of a victorious night for the team still in her blood, two thoughts crossed her mind.

Hook was her best friend. No question about it.

And she loved him.

—

“Hey, got a minute?”

The diner not too far from the arena of the week was the last place she had expected to see Ricky Starks wander into, let alone dressed in a casual shirt and sweatpants combo he would have never been caught dead in. Maybe that was the point, shades and all. Suspicion set in. She set her coffee cup down and squinted at him.

“Ricky, did you follow me here?”

“Maybe, don’t worry about it,” he said as he slid across from her. “I just wanted to run something by you real quick so here I am.”

“Oookay,” she said. “What’s going on?”

“Alright, cool, so, me and Taz got this idea,” he started. He was committed to the incognito aspect by keeping his designer shades on, she thought with a snort. “Baker and Cole are the power couple around here, right? King and queen, all that shit. We all hear about it, we all see it. No one’s doing anything about it though.”

She nodded. Took a sip of her coffee.

“Well, we got to talking,” he continued. He watched her closely as he talked. “We think we got something like that too. Or, well, we could. Present it that way, at least. Potentially. I don’t know. But the idea is there.”

“What do you mean? Like…me and you? Or me and Will? Where are you going with this?”

Ricky shook his head and she squinted harder. Another sip of coffee.

“While I’m very flattered,” he said, hand to his chest. “No, sweetheart, not me. Not Hobbs. You and our boy Hook.”

Her coffee betrayed her and sent her into a coughing fit. Ricky deftly crossed to her side of the table, one hand on her back. As she regained her breath, he kept on and moved back to the other side.

“Think about it, you already do everything together, right? You two might as well be the cold-hearted king and queen of this whole damn place, title pending, and we figure there could be something there.”

He framed his hands around the thrown together name for emphasis. She blanched. Something there?

“Ricky, that’s…I don’t know. I don’t think that’s a good idea. I–”

“Why not?”

She took a deep breath and leveled Ricky with a serious look, fingers tight around her mug. She couldn’t beat around the bush on this. Not with Ricky Starks.

“It’s…I like him, Ricky.”

“Yeah, I do too. He’s got my back and I got his. What’s that got to do with it?”

“I–God, this is embarrassing,” she said and put her face in her hands. “Ilikehimalot.”

“Can’t hear your ass when you’re muffled like that. The youth these days. Y’all lucky you’re cute,” Ricky huffed. But then he started up again and she swore there was a smile in his tone. Brow wiggle and all. “So you like him? Like…like-like him?”

“Don’t say it like that,” she groaned. “But yeah, I really, really do and I don’t think doing this power couple thing is a good idea because it just–” Would hurt too much. “It just wouldn’t be good.”

Ricky set his chin in his hands and whistled.

“Gonna be real with you, I’m not hearing anything yet that’s telling me it’s all bad.”

“Because he doesn’t like me like that! We’re just friends. Really good friends and that’s…that’s okay and this might hurt that somehow. I don’t know!”

“Uh-huh,” Ricky said and she couldn’t help but feel like she was being dismissed. She frowned. “Just friends? You two? Really?”

Flustered, she shoved more coffee into her mouth until the cup was empty.

“Fine, whatever you say,” Ricky said with a slight smile. “I’m just saying though, you should run it by him. Do that for me, okay?”

“What, if we’re just friends? Are you crazy?”

He lowered his glasses and fixed her with an amused look.

“The power couple, king and queen thing actually but hell, you two talk about whatever you need to, sweetheart. I gotta jet but let me know how it goes.”

Then he was gone and she was left with the angry butterflies in her stomach. That sneaking suspicion that Ricky knew something she didn’t crept into her head and didn’t leave.

—

It stayed with her all the way back to the hotel, to her room to freshen up and speak affirmations into her mirror, then to her final destination: Hook’s room. Ricky’s words didn’t leave her head and she almost missed Hook’s answer when he opened the door. Gray hoodie unzipped over his bare chest, hair damp from a shower. Looked good enough to fall into but she held steady.

“Hey, I was about to call you,” he said as twisted some of his hair between his fingers, then pushed it back from his face. Then he took in the sight of her, jaw clenched and eyes not quite on him. “You good?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to, um, ask you something,” she said. “Can I come in?”

He frowned and straightened some. He knew her too well by now to not realize something was up and his warm eyes ran a careful path down her from head to toe. It was hell to remember how to breathe.

“You don’t gotta ask,” he said as he stepped aside. “I wanted to ask you something too.”

The easy air that had surrounded them the last few weeks was gone, both suddenly as awkward as that first meeting. She wound her hands together and paced in front of the bed as he sat down on the edge, eyes on her.

“I talked to Ricky.”

“I talked to Will.”

They spoke at the same time, then fixed each other with suspicious looks.

“What’d he say?”

They did it again and she couldn’t help but laugh, a sound he mimicked with his own low chuckle. A crack in the nervous tension between them. Right, she had a point to get to. She sat down in the corner armchair and cleared her throat.

“He told me about this…idea that he and your dad had about, um, you and I. Or presenting you and I as this, this…”

“Power couple thing, right?”

Hook didn’t seem surprised in the slightest.

“Yeah, actually,” she said. “Wait, how do you know about it? And second question, how do you…feel about it?”

“Will,” he said with a shrug. Another pass of his fingers through his hair before he leaned over and set his elbows on his knees. “He told me a little bit about it. Enough to give me an idea, at least.”

Words came out of her mouth before she could stop it. Before he could answer her second question, the one she dreaded his response to.

“For what it’s worth, I said it was a bad idea! Like a really bad one because, because…”

Hook pressed his tongue against the inside of his bottom lip as he looked at her and she stopped herself short. He sat up and shrugged.

“I didn’t.”

“...you didn’t?”

“Nah,” he said. “I mean, it’s you and me, what’s bad about it?”

She didn’t have an answer for that for a long moment, her jaw momentarily dropped before she got it working again.

“It’s just–I know you don’t think of me like that, like as a…a partner. Girlfriend. Or queen! Whatever.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, you’re my best friend and you, you…”

It was her turn to look down. Hook stood up from the edge of the bed and went over to her, knelt in front of her like she had to him that time before. His fingers under her chin lifted her eyes to his. His warm brown eyes settled on hers. Compelled her to speak. There was the slightest tremble to his calloused fingers.

Not cold.

Nervous. Like her.

“I like you,” she confessed. “So, so much and I trust you but I just…I don’t think I could do it because you’re my best friend and I don’t want to ruin that by getting my feelings involved. What we have is good right now.”

“Ricky gave you the runaround,” Hook said with a frown. “Will just said fuck it and gave it to me straight.”

She blinked at him and he continued. It was a very Will thing to do, she had to admit, but she wasn’t entirely following.

“I like you too,” he said and he pulled her up with him as he stood. His body heat permeated her skin and she went to him, close as two people could be. Her hands on his chest, his on her face. “As my best friend, as my partner. Girlfriend. Whatever. Queen’s kinda corny but sure, that too I guess.”

“What?”

He shook his head and playfully rolled his eyes before he settled his gaze on her lips. His crooked heartbreaker smile punched a hole in her heart and she gasped quietly. He leaned towards and she tipped her head back instinctively.

“Tired of talkin’, I wanna kiss you.”

“Please.”

He kissed her gently at first, a cautious press of his lips to hers as he wrapped a solid arm around her lower back. A dip of their toes into the water until realization hit for both of them and she opened up to him. To the curious press of his tongue. He gathered her up against him and her arms slid from his chest to around his neck. His fingers flexed around her waist.

Hook cheekily sucked on the tip of her tongue then pulled back, barely even breathless.

“That answer your question?”

His breaths against her lips, his hands on her back then on her hips. A heat pooled in her lower belly and her breath hitched. He leaned back in but she beat him to it, a fevered clash of lips and tongue that burned away any doubts that lingered in the back of her mind. Emotions high and his skin so warm, she slid his hoodie off to run her hands along the strength in his shoulders, his arms. His abdomen went taut when she ran her fingertips down the front of his chest. His hand circled around her wrist gently as he pulled away, breath heavier than before.

Darkened eyes fixed on her face. Asked her a question and she answered by turning her hand in his to take it, leading him back that handful of steps to the bed. Getting to it wasn’t perfect, both so eager and nervous and hungry, but they made it. Hook moved her up the bed and hovered above her, one knee between her thighs and his forearms by her head. His head dipped toward her neck, his breath hot against it as he spoke.

“We don’t–”

Her thighs tightened around his and he edged his knee further up the bed, brushed up against the ache between her legs. Her gasp was answered with a small groan from him and she could feel the tension throughout his body.

“I want to.”

It was all Hook needed to hear. He busied himself with kissing her again, sliding his hand under her shirt to palm her breast through her bra. Under her shirt wasn’t good enough and she moved with him to tug it off. Her bra didn’t last long and he looked at her. The tops of his cheeks were tinted red and his breaths were heavier than she had ever heard in the ring. He held her eyes as he lowered his head.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.”

His tongue teased against a nipple before he completely encircled it with his lips. Her fingers immediately slid into his hair as he lightly pinched and pulled at the other. He wanted to see what she reacted to and it warmed her whole body, the attention he paid to her. The same attention and care he paid to her everywhere else. Her heart swelled and she gently pulled him back up to her face, fingers still locked in his hair, to kiss him completely.

It was hard to get eachother bare with how lost they got in simply kissing but they made it there, her knees loosely locked around his slim hips as he braced himself above her again. Her stomach fluttered, a sensation he chuckled at, when his fingers moved down her stomach and he leaned over her. That slight nervous tremble was there in his hands again but she could hardly tell as his calloused thumb circled around her clit and one finger started to press into her. He worked her up slowly, added another.

“Doing so good,” he said to her, his low voice a catalyst for her to tighten around his fingers. He curled them inside her. “Yeah? That feel nice?”

She came with a sharp gasp and her face buried in his shoulder, body unbearably warm. He took his time taking his fingers out of her and she pulled her head off his shoulder in time to watch as he wrapped his slick hand around himself. Then he shifted them up the bed and slid her legs higher up on his hips, closer to his waist before he reached over to his nightstand to grab a condom from the drawer. He fumbled with it some but then the head of his cock brushed against her and her legs tightened around him. Hook breathed heavy above her, then gave her that boyish smirk with his hair in his eyes that made her knees weak.

“Love you, princess.”

He fucked into her slow, breathed through his nose as he pressed into her until they were hip to hip. The stretch, the weight of him, drew out a long, low moan from her. Hook grunted and gave an experimental roll of his hips. He was being careful and she appreciated that but as far as she was concerned, neither of them had a match tomorrow. She gently turned his face to hers and brought him into a heavy kiss.

“Fuck me,” she panted against his lips. “Please.”

His hips jumped against hers and her words sparked a volatile reaction in him. Hook wasn’t talkative but he was noisy. He grunted an affirmative, then pulled out of her for a second to hook his arms under her knees. Then he slid back into her with an urgency that took her breath away. The stretch in her thighs, the relentless pressure against her clit from the angle he had her at. His attention on every sound she made and twitch of her muscles to get her to do it again. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she buried her face in his shoulder to cover her moans and whines.

“Look at me, baby. Look at me.”

She obeyed and she looked up into his face, his lips swollen and his hair in disarray. He swore to himself under his breath and the steady, relentless pace he set started to falter. He was close and he groaned as much to her, his eyes shut and his brow pinched with focus. She rocked her hips with his and squeezed around him. Made sure to meet his eyes.

“Love you too.”

“Fuck.”

Hook chased his end and kissed his hips fully against hers when it came. He panted wetly in her ear as his breath came back to him gradually, his chest pressed against hers. Her head turned to catch him in a small kiss as he pulled out of her. He muttered that he would be right back and he didn’t waste time getting back into bed with her.

Warm hands squeezed and massaged her aching limbs. The rush of the day was starting to leave them and she could tell, a laugh to her voice as she told a sleepy Hook that they might want to get under the sheets before they got cold. She snuggled in close to him and looked at him with a smile.

“Queen’s too corny but princess isn’t?”

One eye cracked open before he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her tight against him.

“Mhhhhm. Said what I said.”

Couldn’t argue that. Sleep came quickly and the morning took its time. During the night, they wound up on their sides, his chest to her back and his arm slung across her waist. He stirred first and she woke up to kisses along her neck, her shoulder. The morning light was soft and the gentle ache in her thighs brought a smile to her lips as she stretched and turned in his arms.

His hair was an absolute mess but a mess he made work. She was used to his bedhead by now, just not in such an…intimate setting. The man looked soft in the morning light. She could look at him forever. A slow onslaught of gentle kisses interrupted her viewing before a good morning squeeze brought her against his chest and she curled into him.

“So, what do we tell Ricky?”

“Sure he already knows,” Hook muttered into her skin. “Dude’s got a way of knowing. I’m not worried about it.”

She wasn’t either. With her best friend beside her, around her, worrying was the last thing on her mind.

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