Hey! Happy OQ Smut Week. Here's my one shot for the 'first 69' prompt.
This is set pretty much somewhere in Storybrooke in canon-outlawqueen's future. (if 5x21 had never happened)
for some reason this story seems to appear in bold on some people's mobile version and fanfiction is a pain and i can't seem to fix it :(
"Regina," he groans into her neck from behind, "I can't believe you're making Lasagna."
"Down boy, you're practically drooling" Regina chuckles, squirming in his embrace.
"It's not my fault you make food so good it is probably some kind of sorcery." Robin teases, separating himself from her and taking his seat at the table in the centre of the kitchen.
Regina continues layering béchamel and noodles, feeling happy with herself once the dish is layered up and topped off with mozzarella and looking good.
"Sorcery hey? You knew I was the Evil Queen when you met me." She teases back, continuing to perfect the dish before bending to put it in the oven beneath the work top she had been using.
"Well I had heard many stories about the 'great and terrible Evil Queen', but from this exact angle, the 'evil' moniker seems somewhat of an overstatement, a Lasagna expert with a great ass, perhaps, but not 'evil'," he muses.
Regina turns to face him then, "you're insufferable you know that?"
"But you love me." Robin boasts, leaving his seat to walk towards her and placing his hands at either side of her hips, trapping her between him and the oven front.
"Even when you're being smug, yes I do." She confirms, beginning to squirm out of his embrace again. But, before she can make her escape, Robin traps her lips in kiss, before breaking it off to grin at her.
He leaves her then, and begins to set the table with an air of complete innocence and the grin never leaving his face. Like he hadn't just trapped her underneath him before catching her mouth in a searing kiss. Like he hadn't just left her all hot and bothered and wanting more. Smug bastard.
Once he finishes setting up the table for their meal, he leaves her completely, to get changed into more comfortable clothes as the Lasagna cooks. It's only then that Regina realises Robin has still been wearing his 'forest' clothes, complete with his quiver still strapped across his body. With that realisation Regina feels herself get slightly disappointed, knowing how surprisingly pleasing she finds the quiver looks strapped across his chest.
Regina is pulled out of her reverie by the oven timer chiming to alert her that her dish is baked to perfection and ready to be served. She opens the oven door, pulls out the dish and, proud of the bubbling casserole before her, sets it down on the middle of the table. She grabs the salad leaves she has prepared and once she's almost ready, Robin wanders in, now clad in grey tracksuit bottoms and a white t-shirt.
Her breath catches slightly, seeing Robin look so dressed down but so attractive at the same time, the shirt doing everything for his toned chest. He pads over to her, loops his arm around her waist and kisses her cheek.
"Smells amazing, my love." He practically moans, before leaving her and taking his seat.
Regina hums in appreciation, before she too takes her seat, and begins to serve their dinner.
When they've both cleaned up huge portions of the dish along with the salad, Robin leans back in his seat, maintaining eye contact the whole time.
"What?" Regina asks, suddenly feeling watched, self conscious almost.
"That was so good. How do you do that?"
She takes a moment to revel in how he is always so impressed with her. No, not impressed. In awe? She wonders what she did to deserve this, this wonderful man with his unyielding faith in her, despite all of her darkness. Once again she's hit with the realisation that no, she really, really never thought she'd have this.
"Love, care and my secret recipe." She answers in kind, a grin of her own tugging at her lips.
"Well I can literally think of only one thing in any world or any land that tastes better." Robin states, his face changing into one of complete seriousness.
"Oh? And what would that be?" Regina asks, feeling puzzled as to where he's heading with this.
"You."
"Ah. Are you conniving after some dessert, thief?"
"I was thinking maybe we could both have dessert." He counters, leaning forward now, maintaining eye contact the whole time.
"You mean like, at the same time?" She levels, seeing if his mind is at the same place hers is, and when a grin forms across his face she knows it is. "In this world we call it a 69."
"A 69?" He thinks for a moment, "yeah, I suppose that makes sense."
They regard each other for a moment. Yes. Yep. They are doing this.
They make their way up the stairs, and into Regina's bedroom, giggling like children as they go. When they reach the room, Robin pins her up against the wall, catching her mouth in a kiss which Regina is only too pleased to reciprocate. He turns his head, deepening the kiss, and using his hands to pull at the buttons of her silk blouse.
He seeks entrance to her mouth with his tongue, and she allows him, her tongue looking to taste him too, their pent up sexual tension from the evening pouring into the kiss.
When they break for breath, Robin takes in Regina, her lips swollen, her top half unbuttoned, and her cleavage peaking out to tempt him. He thinks, even in her dishevelled state, she has probably never been more beautiful, her eyes dark and full of lust. He can't help it, he leans in, cups her cheeks with both hands, and catches those wonderful lips in a soft kiss. She makes this little noise of surprise, shocked by the sudden tenderness in their moment of heat.
When he pulls back, she takes her moment and pushes on his chest.
"Come on, we're wearing too many clothes for this." She states, beginning to undress herself.
"Impatient are we?" He teases, but takes the hint, and undresses himself at the same time.
Regina scoffs, "I'm just ready to win is all," she gibes.
"Win? I didn't know this was a competition." He smirks, amused by Regina and this side of her, taking his place on the bed.
"Please, we both know you're going to come first, thief." She states, before taking her place on top of him.
"We'll see." And with that, he presses his mouth to her centre, pressing his tongue flat against her entrance, before laving upwards towards her clit. No teasing, straight to where she had been needing him all night.
Regina lets out a breathy sigh, her warm breath going straight to Robin's cock as it becomes impossibly hard i her grip as she gives him long strokes, twisting her wrist as she reaches his tip. A grin splits her face, 'easy peasy', she thinks before taking him in her mouth and flicking her tongue against his tip. She feels him groan against her sex, a feeling that only propels her further. She uses her fingertips to pull back his foreskin slightly and she flicks her tongue against the sensitive ridge at his tip.
"Christ Regina" he groans against her.
She struggles to keep from smiling at his reaction and then, without warning takes him fully into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she draws upwards.
Robin had taken a moment, but takes her change in movement as cue for a change in tactics. He removes one hand from the small of her back where he had locked them and uses one finger to enter her as he continuously laps at her clit, before withdrawing and entering a second finger too. He finds her swollen spot in short order with his fingers and repeatedly presses against her, making sure his tongue continues to flick against her clit. He feels her thighs press tight against his head, causing him too to suppress the grin threatening to form across his features at her reaction.
Regina, ready to rail hard on Robin and tip him over the edge, takes one hand to his balls, massaging them gently. All the while she takes him in her mouth in deep stokes, before following her path with messy, sucking kisses and then taking him in deep again. His tip repeatedly hitting the back of her throat, and her other hand following her strokes, he is in heaven. He moves the remaining hand he has on the small of her back to her thigh and squeezes, a signal that he was about to reach the edge.
On his cue she strokes him a little harder, until he spurts into her mouth, her hand milking him dry. She swallows every drop with a satisfied hum.
"Told you I would win." She boasts, her elbow coming up to rest on his thigh, creating a pillow for her head.
"You've won alright," he pants, still basking in his pleasure, "but we're not done yet."
He contines the movement of his fingers and tongue working together to tip her over the edge with him as she gasps and moans in response. He works at her higher, taking her responses as encouragement. He keeps pressing his fingers against the inside of her over and over and laying his tongue flat against her clit, using the movements of her hips against him to bring her pleasure. When she's getting close, he switches his movements to circular motions. His fingers doing the same as his clit, drawing circle after circle inside and against her sex. She gasps and tenses at the new feeling, her pleasure crying out and she's brought to the edge.
"Robin, please, Robin, suck! Suck my…oh!"
Not one to be told twice, Robin puts his lips around her swollen clit and sucks hard. He feels her walls tense around his fingers and he continues to draw out her orgasm, giving her the most pleasure he can before it gets to be too much for her. When boneless and sated, she rolls of of him and sits up, a beautiful, content smile gracing her features. He can't help but smile back, both of them basking in the afterglow of their shared orgasms. But, he's not quite finished with her yet. Not with those beautiful swollen lips of hers and those already dark eyes having grown impossibly darker with lust and the very essence of sex hanging all around her.
"Best two out of three?" Robin volunteers with a grin.