A/N: Before you read this, I wanted to say that this originally started out as a one-shot in my collection until people started requesting more and/or wanted it to become a fanfic. I decided to combine it with another idea that I had been toying with but just couldn't come up with a plot for.

I may do some skipping around in time with this idea since going day-to-day would get kinda boring. I'm also not sure how long it'll be. However, I really hope you enjoy! I also apologize in advanced since I'm not the best at writing smut as some of my fellow fanfic writers. I promise to try and deliver though.

I also changed a few details with the first chapter that you may have read as a one-shot, mostly to accommodate for a longer fic and to add in the starting details for the second idea I said I had added in to the mix.

Anyways, I apologize for the long introduction, as I normally don't have those. I'll let you get to reading! Please give me your feedback! ;)


Robin always looked forward to Friday evenings. He got a few days' break from work and used the time to unwind and relax, usually with his best friend, Regina, who he had met four years ago when he'd moved to take a new job in New York City. They are neighbors, and live across the hall from one another in the same apartment complex and from the beginning, they'd hit it off. Robin had later discovered that she owned what became to be his favorite bookstore a block away. After their first few weeks of getting to know each other, Regina had invited him over one Friday night for dinner since she knew he had been stressed out with his new job and that was how the tradition had started.

Four years later, here they were on yet another Friday evening. Instead of going out and doing something fun with their other friends, they liked to close themselves into one of their apartments, order Chinese or pizza, and watch a movie. Usually, the movie went unwatched and served as background noise, because Robin usually was doing something on his computer for his business and Regina typically read.

Tonight, they pull up Netflix and Robin chooses a random movie that might be good, but he wouldn't know because he has some last minute things to work on before he officially stops working this weekend. They watch a little as they eat their Chinese and then they go about their various activities.

Regina stretches out on the couch and puts her feet in Robin's lap and he lays his laptop over her ankles. She produces a book from her bag, since they're in his apartment, and begins reading. Robin glances over to see what she's got. Last week, she was rereading The Great Gatsby and now she has, surprisingly, Fifty Shades of Grey in her hands. Robin's brow raises, shocked at her choice of a book. Sometimes, Regina had been known to pick up a sappy romantic novel every once in a while, but seeing her holding porn in prose form was rather bewildering.

"You didn't strike me as the type who'd read a book like that," Robin remarks. He thinks he sees the skin on her beautifully sculpted cheekbones tinge red.

Regina narrows her eyes and Robin expects her usual witty comment, but it doesn't come. Instead, she says, "Emma was going on about how good of a read it was. I decided I'd try it."

"And?" Robin asks, wondering what she thinks of it. The pages look worn, some of the corners folded too many times to be considered a previous bookmark. Besides, Robin knows Regina hates bending the pages of her books. Something tells him she has read this one more than once, which is surprising, because despite Emma being Regina's other best friend, they're completely opposite and Regina never likes the books that Emma suggests she reads.

"And, honestly, it's terrible," Regina replies, wrinkling her nose in disgust. It's the response Robin was looking for, but he's still shocked to see she's still reading it, despite how awful she says it is. Maybe there is a piece of her that likes it, fueled by the erotic content of the book. That has to be it.

Robin smirks at her reaction, finding it cute how she was trying to act like she hated the book she held in her hands. "Then why are you still reading it?" he asks, tipping his head to the side. He knows it'll irk her and that's why he asks it.

The question seems to throw Regina off guard and if he wasn't sure about spotting a blush earlier, Robin can't miss the one he's seeing on Regina's face now.

"I-I'm still waiting on a new shipment of books for my shop and I have nothing new to read," Regina replied and Robin can definitely tell that she's lying, but he doesn't press it any further. He simply throws her a smirk, watching as she narrows her warm brown eyes at him, and laughs before turning his gaze to his laptop again.

Once Robin finishes up his work, he sets his laptop down on the coffee table and begins rubbing Regina's feet, which rest over his lap in adorable little rainbow polk-a-dot socks that look like they're made for a middle school girl rather than a grown, thirty-year-old woman, but it's adorable nonetheless and they go well with the tie-dye shirt she's wearing that advertises the bookstore she owns.

Eventually, Regina sets her book down and removes her legs out of Robin's lap. Then, she lays her head there and snuggles up beneath the blanket she's taken from the back of his couch. He needs no further instruction, he knows what to do. Gently, he cards his fingers through Regina's silky, dark hair. It effortlessly glides between his fingertips as he massages her scalp. Regina sighs and relaxes against him and stays quiet and still for a long time.

"Are you getting sleepy?" Robin asks quietly when he hears Regina's breathing beginning to deepen and become level. He continues to play with her hair, twisting the soft locks around his fingers.

"Yeah," Regina replies and Robin can hear the exhaustion rasping in her voice.

Robin smiles and gently lifts her into his arms. Her head rolls against his shoulder as he picks her up and begins to carry her upstairs. "You can stay here tonight," he says as he slowly makes his way up the steps, careful not to jostle her much. "I'll let you change into some of my clothes."

When he reaches the bedroom, he sets Regina down on the duvet and heads to the dresser to fetch pajamas for both of them. For himself he grabs a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and for Regina, he grabs a pair of old boxers and a t-shirt. He hands the clothing to Regina who's sprawled out on the bed, half-asleep. She gets up and saunters into the bathroom. While she's changing, Robin sheds his clothes and puts his pajamas on before crawling into bed.

When she returns moments later, she looks so small in his clothing. The t-shirt reaches her mid-thigh and hides all of her beautiful, feminine curves because of how it hangs, baggy on her body. Robin smiles as she crawls into bed next to him and snuggles right up against his side. She lays her head against his shoulder and closes her eyes.

"Goodnight, Regina," he says. They may only be best friends, but they have a platonic relationship. They're affectionate and intimate, but not sexual, although Robin would be lying if he said he hasn't pictured fucking his best friend. He imagines she's good in bed, and with a body like that, she's certainly beautiful, and he imagines she would feel quite amazing wrapped around his cock.

Robin doesn't ponder it long and forces himself to stop before he gets too carried away. Instead, he plays with Regina's hair and rubs her back to distract himself from his thoughts. He stops when he realizes Regina's eyelids have stopped their fluttering and her breathing has fallen into a slow, deep pattern. Once he's sure that she really has fallen asleep, Robin wraps both of his arms around her slender body and joins her in slumber.

About an hour later, Robin wakes to Regina shifting in the bed. She turns onto her back, causing his embrace to break. He adjusts so he's on his side and he wraps his arms around her again. Regina instantly relaxes into his embrace with her head resting against his and her hair tickling his nose. Robin drapes an arm over her belly, drawing soothing circles to calm her down once again, to send her back into the depths of sleep.

After five minutes of this, Regina's hand grips his as she laces their fingers together. Robin rubs the back of Regina's hand with his thumb and it draws a sleepy smile onto her lips. Damn, he really wants to kiss those lips. They're plump and soft and perfect and he has often wondered what they'd feel like on his. Robin knows better, however, especially while she's asleep. He sighs and closes his eyes again, knowing he should fall back to sleep before he does something stupid.

He's about to doze off again when Regina's hand slips from his grip. She whimpers in her slumber and abruptly clenches his wrist. Robin thinks she's having a nightmare and is about to try his best to comfort her when suddenly, her grip slackens and her fingers slowly stroke the skin on his wrist. He settles in again, prepared to find sleep once more when her hand begins moving his.

What is she doing?

Robin realizes within seconds, in a frenzy of surprised horror, just where she is placing his hand. He feels her move it from its place on her belly into the hem of the boxers she's wearing.

Oh shit.

Robin frowns and his heart begins to race. He feels his entire body begin to ignite, pressed into gear by the images that flash through his mind of Regina moaning and arching her back, her breasts pressing against the t-shirt she's wearing, nipples erect against the fabric, all because of him and his skillful fingers. Regina has just placed his hand over her nether regions but Robin knows he can't do that to her, not while she is asleep and unaware of what she is doing. Robin frowns and begins to move his hand away, but Regina's fingers deftly snatch his and places them right back where they were.

"Robin..." she murmurs, a needy gasp leaving her lips. His eyes widen, mouth dropping open. Is she simply saying his name because he's lying right beside her with his hand down her pants or is she really dreaming about him? Robin feels his sweatpants growing tight as his gaze snaps to her face. Her eyes are closed and she's still got that serene, sleeping appearance, but her brow is kneaded, awaiting the pleasure she's seeking.

This is bad. Very, very bad.

He can't do this. As much as he wants to bring her pleasure–among other things–this has to stop. This isn't the way it should be. Robin tries once again to pull his hand away, but his attempts are in vain for she stops him again.

Maybe he should wake her up? No, he knows that would humiliate her, but then, if she woke up to his hand down her pants, that would be ten times worse.

"Robin, please..." Regina whimpers, pressing her hand more firmly on top of his. "I-I need you."

He glances at her face again. She's still asleep, yet he knows he isn't going to free himself of this pleasurable torture unless he gives her what she wants.

Cursing himself silently, he slips his hand beneath the hem of her panties and oh, she's so wet. He glides his fingers through her folds, quickly locating her clit. He presses his thumb against it and watches as Regina arches her back and hisses, her hips bucking against his hand. Robin bites his lip, giving her clit another firm rub. Regina moans and her nails dig into his arm.

Feeling a little more confident, Robin picks up the pace. He sets a steady rhythm, his thumb drawing circles around the sensitive bud. Regina buries her head against Robin's neck and her warm breath against his skin sends shivers down his spine. Her fingers come up to grip his shirt as she hangs on for dear life as he pleasures her.

"Robin," she moans, her voice slow and drawn out, drunk on pleasure, as his thumb glides over her clit again and again. Her hips rock against his hand as she tries to relieve herself of the tight, hot coil of pleasure he's caused. "P-Please... I need- I need more."

Robin realizes this isn't going to end anytime soon. She's living whatever erotic fantasy her brain has conjured, but he can't do this to her. He's already gone to far. "Not while you're asleep," he whispers, pulling his hand away. "In the morning, if this is still what you want, I'll give it to you."

Regina whimpers in disappointment, pulling herself closer to Robin, but then she settles back in. She still pants, her breath hot and heavy and inviting against his neck. Robin's sweatpants have become five sizes too small and his erection throbs like it could explode, preventing him from settling in, too. For a solid minute, he lies in his spot, listening to Regina's whimpers until she finally, she shoots up in bed.

"Oh shit," she says, placing her head in her hands. "What the fuck have I done?"

Robin sits up as well. "Regina? Are you okay?" he asks.

"I... uh... I'm fine," she says. Peering through the darkness, Robin can see the way her face is flushed and she knows what he's done. He's about to apologize when she speaks again. "I made you, uh, pleasure me, didn't I?" she asks, hiding her face again.

"It's not entirely on you," Robin says, hesitantly pulling Regina into his arms. "I should've had more self-control. I'm sorry." He kisses her head. "It's not your fault."

"I shouldn't have read that damn book here," Regina goes on, as if she hasn't heard him. "Then this wouldn't have happened. Robin, I'm so sorry for making you do that."

"Stop that," Robin says, running his hand through her hair. He settles her body between his legs and presses her head to his chest. Regina cuddles against him and sighs. "You may have put my hand there but it was my responsibility to respect your body and I didn't. For that, I am sorry. I should have been able to control myself."

Regina let's a slow breath pass through her lips. She rests her hand on Robin's abdomen and gently traces her fingers there. Her entire body is tense and Robin isn't sure if it's from sexual tension or embarrassment. Speaking of both of those things, he surely hopes she can't feel his erection, but he should have thought about that before he settled her body between his legs. He rests his chin on top of her head and gently rubs her back, hoping to distract both of them from his evident desire. If she notices it, she doesn't say anything.

"Let's both try to get some sleep and forget this happened, okay?" he suggests.

"Okay," Regina says, her voice quiet and innocent, a far cry from the moans he had heard escaping her lips earlier.

The both lay down together, curled up beneath the covers. A tense silence passes between them, one Robin tries to distract himself from by closing his eyes and trying to find sleep. He might've been able to, if it weren't for Regina's tossing and turning. "Everything alright?"

Regina sighs and crosses her legs together like a child would when they really had to pee. But Robin knew her reasons were not as innocent. "Yeah. Just a little, um, frustrated.

Robin understands perfectly. He's quite sexually frustrated himself at the moment, thanks to Regina and knowing she feels that tension as well doesn't help.

"I'm never reading Fifty Shades of Grey before bed ever again," Regina huffs, rolling onto her side.

Robin chuckles in amusement. "That must be one erotic book," he says. Regina rolls over and slaps him playfully on the chest. "Ow," Robin says, feigning hurt. "You wound me, milady."

Regina wrinkles her nose and glares at him. "It's actually one of the dumbest books I've ever read, but when your sex life is as dry as mine..." she trails off. "Never mind."

"No, I get it. It's been ages since I've had sex," Robin says. "Sometimes, it really sucks when you don't have someone to go to when you want it."

Regina nods and heaves a sigh, staying quiet for a moment. "Do you think-?" she cuts herself off immediately. "Never mind, that's a really dumb question."

By looking at the tightness in her face, Robin knows the question she was about to ask. He knows she was just about to ask if they could have sex, but she had been scared out of it, probably thinking he would say no. But damn it she had about offered and he was so close to finally getting what he's shamefully thought about for four years–sex with Regina Mills.

"Do you need some help?" He dares to ask, biting his lip as he watches Regina, waiting for an answer.

She looks up, her face a mixture of shock and relief. "I guess I could use that," she says, her voice a bit shaky.

"You're sure?" Robin inquires, just wanting to make sure that this is truly what she wants from him.

He watches, his eyes never leaving hers as she slowly nods and bites her lip. "I've already thrown caution to the wind. Where's the hurt in it now?"

Robin doesn't waste any time, but he decides to take things step by step. He doesn't want to get too carried away and he isn't sure how far Regina wants him to go. He slowly slips his hand back into the hem of her panties and finds that she's still wet. His fingers teasingly run through her slick folds before he presses his thumb against her clit. She hisses, teeth clenching as she throws her head back against his shoulder.

Biting his lip, Robin begins tracing slow, teasing circles around her clit, causing her hips to rock against his hand, trying to relieve the tension she feels. A slow, sultry moan escapes her lips, which she quickly bites to prevent herself from making more noise. Oh, no, Robin wants to hear her noises of pleasure. He's determined to hear what he's doing to her.

Robin nudges his nose against Regina's cheek as his face presses into her silky hair. He finds his way to her neck and latches his lips around her perfect, olive skin. He sucks her supple flesh into his mouth, nipping at it gently before swirling his tongue around her skin to soothe the bite, picking up the same pace as he kisses along her neck that his hand holds down below. He quickens the pace of his thumb and swipes it over her slick bundle of nerves. And it works. She releases her bite on her bottom lip and moans. It's long and low and needy, a cry for more. He plans to deliver fully.

"Robin..." she says breathlessly as he kisses up her neck and nibbles on her earlobe.

"Tell me..." he murmurs, sucking on that spot right below her ear. He feels Regina's legs begin to shake and he stops his movements to prevent her from orgasming, his hand stills, cupping her down below. This causes her to whimper and her thighs hug his hand to her sex. Robin isn't nearly done with her yet and can't have her coming that quickly. "Tell me what I was doing to you in your dream."

"Who said it was about you?" Regina asks, rocking her hips a little, trying to get Robin to finish her off. "Damn you, I was so close!" she whines.

"I know, that's why I stopped because I'm not done with you yet," Robin whispers against her ear. "And, to answer your question, I heard you say my name... several times."

Regina sighs, taking a moment to catch her breath. "Fine," she says. "You were pleasuring me with your tongue and your fingers," she admits. "Your beard was scraping my skin and it felt incredible."

Robin bites his lip and pulls away from her, sitting up in bed. Regina gives him a disappointed look until Robin says. "I guess I'd better give the lady what she wants." He throws her a mischievous smirk before throwing the blankets off of them and crawling down to the end of the bed. He hooks his fingers into the hems of the boxers that he had given her to wear earlier. He pulls them down her long, slender legs, leaving her sex clad in only her lacy black panties. Smirking, Robin removes her sexy undergarment to fully expose her to him.

She's slick, shaven, and throbbing between her legs and Robin takes a moment to simply take in the fact that this is no dream, he's actually about to eat out Regina Mills. He kisses up her inner thighs, making sure the stubble on his face scrapes her skin, just to tease her so she can anticipate the moment when he finally gives her pleasure. A low moan escapes her lips and Robin's cock jerks almost painfully at such a sweet sound.

Finally, Robin runs his tongue through her silky folds. He moves the lips apart, providing room for his mouth to pleasure her fully. Regina gasps and her hands fly into his hair, tugging gently on his golden locks, nails scratching his scalp. After running his tongue up and down the length of her sex, he latches his lips around her clit and sucks, hard.

Regina inhales sharply and her pelvis presses against his mouth, wanting more. Robin's tongue slowly circles her clit as he fingers find their way into the mix. He plunges one inside of her wet heat and lazily pumps it in and out of her.

"Yes, R-Robin... just like that," Regina pants, her legs tightening around either side of his head, her hands still fisted in his hair.

Robin adds a second finger and curls them upwards so they hit that special spot inside of her and he picks up his pace considerably. Regina practically screams as his fingers hit that place, combined with him sucking on her clit and teasing her with his tongue. Wet sucking sounds fill the room as Robin puts his everything into pleasuring her. It doesn't take long before Regina convulses in an orgasm. Her legs shake, and her head is thrown back when Robin lifts his head to watch her come, his fingers slowing to lazily pump her as she rides out her orgasm and comes against his fingers. He's never seen an orgasm so extravagant before.

Regina's legs still quiver long after her orgasm has passed. Robin removes his fingers from inside of her and feels Regina's eyes on him as he licks them clean. "How was that?" he asks, watching as her sides heave as she catches her breath. Her face is flushed and her eyes have that look of fulfillment.

"You'll pass," she says playfully, a smirk playing over her lips.

"Just a pass?" Robin asks, propping himself up against the pillows. Regina chuckles as she crawls into his lap and straddles him.

"Maybe a little more than a pass," she gives him, wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning closer to him, tempting him by biting her lips and giving him bedroom eyes. It was a good thing they were in the bedroom.

"I think the fact that you're crawling back for more means that you quite enjoyed yourself," Robin says. He grips her ass and squeezes it playfully before trailing his hands beneath the big t-shirt she wore. His t-shirt. The dwindling amount of clothing she wore wasn't going to be the only thing that would be his after tonight. He has high hopes of making her his tonight. After four years, her body will be his.

"Well," Regina starts, "that was the best orgasm I've ever had."

"I bet it was," Robin says with a smirk. He leans in, teasingly brushing his lips against hers before ducking his head to kiss her neck. "And it's not the last one you'll have tonight either if you'd like me to continue."

Regina smirks in return and that little minx begins grinding her hips against his erection. Robin moans and pulls her flush against his chest. "Then what are you waiting for? I'm not done with you yet, Locksley," she says in a raspy, sultry tone, tipping her head to the side. She lets him kiss her neck for a moment longer as she continues to tease him by rubbing up against him. Then, she places her hands on either side of his face and lifts his head up so that he could look her in the eyes.

She has such beautiful eyes. Like drops of warm chocolate, flecked with golden caramel. Now, they're dark with desire, but still enchanting, alluring. He stares into those gorgeous pools of amber, his forehead resting against hers as her thumbs stroke his cheeks. The tension between them seems to crackle in the air, waiting to be unleashed like bolts of lightning.

"Kiss me."

She breathes those words out softly and her breath sends shivers down Robin's spine as it tickles his chin. He doesn't need to be asked twice. He's dreamt of this moment for ages and now, those plump, dark pink lips are finally his for the taking.

Robin claims what is his in a searing kiss, his lips sealing around hers. Her mouth is warm and soft, her lips moving eagerly against his. She tastes a bit like the popcorn and wine they had earlier, and a bit minty, like toothpaste. But there was something there, something uniquely Regina that made Robin want her more. He nibbles on her bottom lip and flicks his tongue out to soothe, it is a request for entrance into her mouth, which she gladly gives. Their tongues explore one another in a heated frenzy as their kiss grows fiery with desire and they kiss for several long moments until the need for oxygen pulls them apart.

Robin rests his forehead against Regina's as he catches his breath. His hands slowly trace along her sides beneath her shirt, which he slowly begins to pull over her head. Regina raises her arms and allows the too big t-shirt to come off, exposing the rest of her because she'd taken her bra off to sleep.

Robin pulls back, his eyes drinking in every inch of skin bared to him. She's truly a work of art and the most beautiful woman Robin has ever seen, no doubt about it. Robin's hands slowly begin exploring and her smooth, silky skin glides effortlessly underneath his fingertips. She's all feminine curves and it's inexplicably beautiful.

Gently, Robin lifts his hands and cups Regina's breasts. They're smaller than they appear and Regina seems a bit self conscious of that for she watches Robin's face with growing intensity now that he's paying attention to them. Despite being smaller than he imagined, Robin finds he is not in the least bit disappointed. Her breasts are perky and round, and they fit perfectly in the palms of his hands.

"You're beautiful, Regina," Robin tells her, his eyes meeting hers once again as the pads of his thumbs brush over her nipples. "And so sexy. I'd be lying if I said I haven't pictured you in my bed like this."

"I know you have. I've come to recognize your lustful looks over the past few years," Regina says with a smirk, laughing when Robin's smug expression turns to one of shock. "Don't worry, dear," she says, and the way that pet name is spoken makes him harden even more, "I've often wondered what you'd feel like inside of me, what your hands would feel like on my body..." she grabs his hands which have stilled on her breasts and drags them downwards, over her flat stomach, down her thighs. Robin moves his hand around her to her behind and gropes her ass. "…how your lips would feel on mine."

She leans in and captures his lips with such an intensity that his head spins. Robin rolls them over suddenly and lays Regina down, kissing her deeply and drinking of her lips as positions himself in between her legs. He moves from her mouth and latches his lips around one of her dusky pink nipples. He laps at it and it hardens beneath his expert tongue. His other hand moves to her other breast and his index finger and thumb pinch the other nipple until it hardens beneath his fingertips.

He quickly discovers that Regina has very sensitive breasts. Beneath his finger and tongue, she arches her back into his touch, begging for more as her chest presses against him. Robin gropes her breast and massages it as his tongue flicks the other, continuing to tease her.

"Robin..." she groans as he pulls away to smile at her.

"You're sensitive there, huh?" he asks with a prideful smirk, glad to know he was bringing her all of this pleasure.

Regina simply smirks. "I think you're wearing way too much clothing," she says instead of answering his question. "Why am I the only one who's naked?" Not waiting for a response, she pulls Robin's shirt over his head and shoves his sweatpants down his legs.

Robin laughs and kicks them off, clad in only his boxers now. He leans back in and captures Regina's lips again, the moan in the back of her throat music is music to his ears as their lips fuse together. As he kisses her, Robin rocks his hips against hers, the only thing separating their sexes being his boxers, but the sensation still feels amazing and Robin can only imagine what it'll feel like when he's buried inside of her.

Their tongues tangle together as their kiss grows sloppy and needy. Robin pulls at Regina's bottom lip and elicits another moan from her. He's so wrapped up in the feel of her hot, wet mouth on his that it takes him a moment to register the feeling of her small hand wrapping around his cock, pumping him lazily.

"Regina," he whispers against her lips, parting for a breath of air before kissing her again. Regina responds with a low moan, her free hand wrapping around his waist, nails tickling his back as she runs her fingertips over his skin.

Finally, Regina breaks the kiss and their lips pop as they release each other. Her hand still pumps up and down his length, lazily pleasuring him. Robin smiles down at the naked woman under him, still trying to process that this was actually happening. Regina's eyes never leave his as she picks up the pace and a devilish smirk crosses her lips which were bruised and swollen from too many kisses.

"What?" Robin asks with a small chuckle, leaning in to kiss that smirk away. "What's got you so smug."

"Oh, nothing," Regina replies nonchalantly. "Now, roll over." She puts all her strength into getting him to flip onto his back. She places her knees on his tones abdomen and her hands move to his arms and she flips him over, though, Robin goes willingly.

"I like it when you take initiative. It's sexy," Robin remarks as Regina pulls his boxers down and throws them aside. His erection springs free and stands to attention.

Regina's lips curl into a sly smile and she looks like the cat who swallowed a canary. "Good," she says before she takes Robin in hand again. She lazily pumps him, once, twice, before bringing his length to her plump lips.

Robin watches, mesmerized, as her dark pink lips wrap around the tip. Regina's tongue swirls around the head and Robin throws his head back with a groan. Damn this woman. She was too good. Her lips slowly take in more of him and her tongue swirls deliciously so along his shaft. The look Regina gives him is to die for and Robin thinks he could cum just from that. Her hand and tongue work in unison as she pumps him and bobs her head up and down his throbbing erection. Now he really was going to–

"Regina," Robin says abruptly, delving his fingers into her hair. She releases him from her mouth with a pop of her lips against his tip. "I want to be inside of you when I come."

Robin picks Regina up and places her underneath of him again. He slowly guides himself inside of her and they both moan as he slides inside of her. Regina is snug around him, it's a tight fit and he's stretching her, but she assures him that she can handle it.

Robin captures her lips once again as he begins thrusting, moving smoothly in and out of her wet heat. It feels incredible to have her wrapped around every inch of his length and she takes him in fully, her legs around his hips and her heels digging into his buttocks as he thrusts at a steady pace.

"Regina, you feel so good," he murmurs, nibbling at her lips. "Damn..." he says before burying his head in her neck and picking up the pace.

As he thrusts harder, the sound of skin on skin fills the room, accompanied by the cacophony of their moans and groans.

"Yes, oh Robin! Right there!" she shouts as she digs her nails into his back and rakes them downwards. His back stings and tingles in pleasurable pain and he knows he's going to have angry red marks there in the morning, which he will gladly wear as a reminder of this night.

Robin continues to keep his fast, steady rhythm as he places open mouthed kisses along Regina's neck, licking, sucking, and biting to create a memorable mark on her that she can have come morning to remind her of this wonderful time. The bed rocks with their movements and the headboard bangs against the wall. Robin feels bad for the neighbors having to endure the sounds of him having sex in the middle of the night but can't bring himself to care enough to do something about it. He's enjoying himself too damn much.

"Robin, I'm going to-to—" She's already coming before she can finish her sentence.

"Let go, baby," Robin says, feeling close to the edge himself. He gives a few powerful thrusts until Regina's legs are shaking and her walls are spasming around his cock. It's enough to make him cum, too, and Regina milks him for everything he has.

As they catch their breaths, Robin leans his head against Regina's, his dick beginning to soften inside of her. Finally, he pulls out and lays down beside her, welcoming her into his arms as she rolls into his side.

"That was...incredible," he says, his hand running along the gentle curve of her spine. She looks up at him with a pleased smirk and Robin leans in, kissing it off of her lips.

"I think I'm going to have to keep you," Regina says after he pulls away. She lays her head on his shoulder and closes her eyes. "I expect round two tomorrow morning."

Robin laughs and gives her ass a squeeze. "You got it," he says.

Eventually, the two of them drift off to sleep, basking in the post-coital afterglow of what was surely going to spice up their friendship.