Okay!
I can't believe I'm actually doing this, but then again, I have done crazier things, so here we go.
Ever since I started to post fics, I've had quite a number of people ask regarding sex scenes in my fics and all that jazz. I've never felt all that comfortable writing smuttier fics, but I suppose there's a first time for everything! Plus now if anyone asks, I can just point them in the direction of this!
So here's how this is going to work. From somewhere in the depths of tumblr, I once came across a list of prompts that perfectly fill the purpose of a smut fest fic, and I am going to try and fill all 25 prompts throughout the month of July. I know, right now it's still June, but, semantics.
Every single weekday will feature a new prompt, and my attempts to write it. I welcome any and all feedback, 'cause y'know, it is the first time I'm writing for this...erhm, genre? I'm not even sure if that's the correct word to use, but anyway!
If I get the feeling that people are generally not enjoying this and I'm failing miserably at writing this, I will just leave it as is and move on with other things, no hard feelings.
There is no overarching plot, we'll say that everything is canon like in the show, and I'll keep other people and things vague enough. They also won't be in chronological order [though sometimes they might, who knows], I'll just jump around for convenience's sake. Basically the only new fact is: they've been married for a few years.
Sometimes I'll ask for people to pitch in for ideas for certain things, so you will be able to help!
Alright, I've talked long enough, let's get started!
Prompt 1: Grinding up against the other
Out of all the places for them to find themselves in, a broom closet in Town Hall was not on Regina's top 10...or 20. Though right now, Regina wasn't really thinking about lists.
Her brain was short-circuiting, currently on overload by feeling Emma's teeth grazing by the base of her neck.
"Emma..." she groaned, biting her lip as she let the last syllable hang in the air. Her hands were on the back of Emma's head, fingers weaving through the thick strands of blonde hair as she kept her wife in place with her ministrations.
Though apparently she left enough space for Emma to back her head away to answer, "Yes?"
She let out a whimper of dissatisfaction. "I need you."
Emma let out a chuckle that told her that she was most certainly not getting what she wanted quite yet. She had her arms on either side of Regina's head, hands splayed on the wall, propping her against it. Regina had her legs around Emma's waist, putting all her weight against the wall and her wife. Since Emma wasn't going to play fair, Regina would retaliate. She began to grind her hips onto Emma's pelvis, knowing it would drive her insane. It wasn't as if it would require much effort on Emma's part to relieve her. Regina's skirt was bunched up by her waist, so all the blonde had to do was snake one of her hands down to slip past her panties. When Emma began to groan, Regina smirked; she was getting through to her.
"But we don't have time," Emma teased through her moans. Then she did something truly diabolical. She started to grind her hips as well, creating more pressure and friction against Regina.
She let out a long-suffering sigh. "I did not drag you in here to be coy, Emma. I need you to fuck me, and I need you to do it now."
"Oh Madam Mayor, you know I love it when you talk dirty," Emma responded. "But really. We're in a broom closet."
Regina's hands migrated down to Emma's shoulders as she began to grind down more forcefully. "Oh now you're going to be prissy? What happened to last month when we were camping and the ground was dirty?"
It took Emma a moment to answer, as Regina's grinding was hitting all the right spots that made her jeans ride up her crotch. "Fucking in a tent is freeing; a broom closet is just embarrassing. I feel like I'm in junior high again."
"Honestly, if you stopped making excuses and just did it, we'd already be going two for two."
"Or," Emma began, smirking widely, "maybe I like seeing you all riled up and working out your sexual frustration on the poor unsuspecting members of Storybrooke's council."
"Emma Swan, if you don't fuck me right now, I am withholding sex for a week, and you'll be sleeping on the couch," Regina threatened, her tone growing dangerous. She left no room in her threat for doubt. Emma knew that she would hold to it. She had done it before.
"You drive a hard bargain lady, but I can't leave you unsatisfied; wouldn't be very wifely of me," Emma concluded. Crashing her lips onto Regina, she began to move her body closer to Regina's, who was now impossibly plastered against the wall, so that she could hold herself up with just one arm alone.
Regina took Emma's head into her hands, fingers moving up to golden tresses again, snaking her tongue past Emma's parted lips to deepen their kiss, finding Emma's tongue eagerly meet hers. Her gasp was swallowed by Emma as Regina felt her move her panties and bunch them up on one side, fingers ghosting the now freed area. Needing more, she continued her grinding. She felt Emma smirking into their kiss, and she moaned and tugged a bit into Emma's hair, knowing her message would get through.
Emma definitely did understand, and she wasted no time in rubbing the digits of her fingers through Regina's slit. She had already noticed how wet Regina was when she was rubbing up against her, and she wasted no time in slipping two fingers easily in her, thumb rubbing around her clit.
Gasping, Regina parted from their kiss, pushing down on Emma's fingers in time with her movements. "If you don't pick up the pace, we're going to be late."
"Don't worry, I know the Mayor, she'll be understanding," Emma chuckled, bringing her face back to Regina's neck. She nonetheless began to thrust her fingers quicker, her thumb pressing just that little bit more into the slick wetness.
Regina was thankful she had had the good sense to cast a silencing spell, or else her moans would have attracted quite a few curious souls. Though she really wasn't that paranoid, everyone was probably already downstairs, so the floor was most likely deserted.
Soon enough, she was feeling the familiar sensation as her orgasm rolled through her. Regina had sunk her head onto Emma's shoulder to muffle the sound because she didn't want to find out that the silencing spell had a decibel level where it would shut itself down.
Emma slowed her pace but kept her movements through Regina's orgasm. "There, does that feel better?" Emma asked, kissing up her neck, moving her hand away after she was done, licking her fingers clean with a satisfying hum. She readjusted Regina's underwear and rubbed her thigh affectionately.
Untangling her legs, Regina slowly moved to stand. Her heels had fallen from her feet sometime during their grinding, so she stood on stocking-clad feet and a few inches shorter than a very smug Emma. But she couldn't find it in herself to do anything else but smile widely and nod. "Thank you, I'll be sure to make it up to you later."
"I can't wait. But next time, you can maybe give me a warning? That way I can do this properly," Emma grinned, giving Regina a soft kiss.
"Maybe next time, you shouldn't dress so enticingly," Regina countered, hands grabbing the lapels of Emma's silk red shirt. "Now come on, we have two hours to get through."
Emma groaned. "Oh come on, 2 hours? I am expecting one hell of a compensation tonight."
"Oh don't worry, you will get it," Regina said with a wink, kissing her one more time before threading her hands with one of Emma's arms and dragging her out.
And that was that!
Each fill will probably be about 1,000 words-ish, so hopefully the length is okay!
Please let me know what you thought: great, good, decent, you've read worse, or just stick to what I usually write.
Next: sexting!
