A/N: Firstly, I wanna thank everyone who reviewed, you guys ROCK! I seriously love you all. Secondly, I wanna apologize for taking too long but things have happened and I needed to give my full attention to my life rather than my writings and last but not least, all mistakes are mine AND I'm going to rant a bit in A/N2 so if you don't wanna read it (It's OUAT related) then go ahead and skip it, my Roses.
Also to OQLover: I actually thought this through, at first I considered having them actually get married but then I settled with the idea of them just playing pretend :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon a Time nor its characters. However, I do own the idea behind this story and the characters that are unknown in the Once Fandom.
A/N2: Ooookay! So, a lot of people have been complaining about how Once is going and personally, I don't see why. I think so far Adam and Eddy are doing a great job. I love where the show's going, I love the plot twists and everything, yes that includes the fact that Zelena had a daughter. I'm a huge OQ shipper and as much as it bothered me that Zelena was even pregnant, I'm not going to stop watching the whole show because of that; the fact that people are threatening to do that because of this is very childish in my opinion. So what that we asked for a girl OQ baby but got a Wicked daughter instead? Perhaps Adam and Eddy have something else in mind which is why they have given them a daughter. Anyhow, I don't know about you all but I'm a Oncer before I became an OQ shipper and whatever happens to Robin and Regina, I will continue watching the show because it gave me hope. This was the whole point of the show anyways and not to fulfill your darkest fantasies or whatever (That's why Fanfic exists).
Warning: Mentions of underage sexual assault. Nothing graphic but if you don't wanna read it, skip the last paragraph after the smut.
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This was something she's going to regret. Regina simply knew that.
She was leaving her bakery in the hands of another, her most trusty employee, Aurora but she still had doubts, she still worried.
"I've read the recipe book 5 times so far, Regina." Aurora whined. She knew her boss was anxious about leaving someone else in charge of her bakery, she'd never done that except a couple of times and both of those times it was her aunt Eva that would take over, unfortunately she couldn't just call up her aunt and tell her to come over and bake instead of her because unlike Aurora, her aunt would ask countless questions and Regina couldn't possibly tell her aunt that she's taking a break to go and get fucked now, can she? Of course not!
"I know" The brunette huffed, folding her arms infront of her, "I'm just not used to leaving someone else in charge of the kitchen."
"I'm a good baker though," Aurora assured although Regina already knew that, she had tasted a few of the things Aurora baked and brought for them to try in the bakery, just like Regina it appeared to be the young woman's passion too. "So you go home and sleep off some of your headache, if anything - which nothing would - happens, I'll call you."
With doubts still nestling in her mind, Regina hesitantly left the bakery and took the bus back home. She'd already given Robin her keys, told him to wait for her at her place and make himself comfortable. Which, he probably did and she didn't mind knowing he would either be laying in her bed or even snacking on whatever she had in her fridge at the moment and it was odd because Regina Mills was known for her limits and boundaries and sniffing around her apartment was off-limits, but…she didn't mind him doing that as long as he doesn't go near her that little box in her closet, which was exactly what he was doing when she found him sitting on the bed with the box in his hand, opened and emptied.
"What's this?" He asked, ever-so-innocently (though she knew he was way far from it) as he held up a thick, long, pink object with a curve at the end of it. That sight knocked the air out of Regina's lungs and her eyes grew wide, her cheeks heated and flushed a deep shade of red.
"W…why were you looking in my closet?" She stuttered and he shrugged, setting the toy down before picking up another.
What was happening to this man? Just a few weeks ago he came into her apartment unable to speak a sentence without stammering through it, he couldn't look her in the eye and now he's holding one of her vibrators and boldly asking her what that was?! As if he doesn't know, she scoffed but just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, he opens his mouth and—
"Can you use it infront of me?"
She stumbled back against her vanity mirror, blinking in disbelief, did—did he just ask her to masturbate infront of him? She opened her mouth to tell him that she absolutely would not do that but her voice died in her throat when her eyes landed upon the empty bottle of wine sprawled on the floor alongside the glass, almost empty if it wasn't for the couple of drops lingering at the bottom of it. "Oh no…" she whispered; so that's what's happening. He was drunk.
"No?" He asked, the disappointment visible in his voice.
"You drank my wine and now you're looking through my closet, Robin?" She walked over to him, ready to snatch the toy out of his hands but he held it away from her, lifting it up above his head. "Give it back!"
"No" He grinned at her, "Use it infront of me."
"I will not" She refused however that bastard was just as stubborn as she is but what he did next was something very unexpected, he turned the device on. "Robin!" She exclaimed.
Robin chuckled as it vibrated against the palm of his hand, he gripped it tighter and waved it infront of her, "Please—"
"Maybe next time" She interrupted, roughly snatching the toy from him, she flicked it off and tossed back into the box, she grabbed the other one and placed it back inside before grabbing the box and tucking it under her arm. "We agreed on trying one more time, I very well recall that didn't include either of us masturbating infront of each other."
"But you're very sexy." He argued and if the situation was different she would've thanked him for the compliment but she was too busy turning red out of embarrassment.
"Lets…lets just get it over with," Regina muttered and looked up, watching him already hurrying to remove his clothes.
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Their clothes were quickly taken off their bodies and tossed to the floor, piling up on top of each other. Regina still refused to kiss him but at least there was a bit of progress, they were going somewhere, she allowed him to keep the lights on, didn't dim them even and he settled for that; at least now he could see her beautiful when she orgasms. God he'd been dying to see her the last time.
He hovered above her, lifting himself on both his arms while resting them on either side of her body and she had her legs spread for him, her whisky eyes meeting his ocean ones and she was lost. She was lost in them.
"Regina" He spoke, bringing her attention back to their surroundings and she hummed.
"Yes?" A small whisper escaping through her lips.
"Are you ready?" He said, his lips just a hair away from hers and she could smell the bittersweet scent of the red wine he drank before her arrival; she didn't mind it one bit.
"Yes" She whispered again and that was all he needed to hear before entering her. His thick member filling her once again for the second time yet it still felt like the first. He was stretching her walls as he slid one inch then another until he filled her completely and she gasped in return. Robin gave her time to adjust, he waited for her permission to continue and whilst doing so, he took a step further and lowered his head, brushed his lips over the sensitive skin of her neck and she moaned; Jackpot!
He found her magical spot.
"Do you like that?" He whispered huskily in her ear but she didn't respond to him so he pressed another kiss, and another and another until she arched her back and tilted her head to the side, allowing him extra access to her neck and he repeated his question again. "Do you like that?"
This time she answered with a soft whimper, "Yes"
Regina had long forgotten the permission she's supposed to grant him and he was growing impatient, he felt himself in the verge of exploding without even having any fun at all, and he simply couldn't have that. He positioned his hands over her shoulders and on each side of her head as he slowly began pulling out of her, almost all the way before slamming back into her with such force that had her cry out in pleasure.
Robin would've feared that he might have hurt her by his action if it wasn't for the fact that she thrusted upward to meet his thrust, she dug her nails deeper in his back and rolled her hips against his before whispering, "More."
And more is what he gave her.
Although she vowed she wouldn't be moaning nor showing much interest in this, she couldn't help but enjoy it, he was just too damn good. Her moans were freely falling out of her mouth with his thrusts, soft whimpers and cries, pleading him for more, and he gave her more. Robin picked up the pace and began plunging harder into her, thrusting faster.
"Oh—oh god!" She moaned, clawing at his bare back, urging him to continue because dear Lord she was so close.
"Are you going to cum for me?" Robin grunted in her ear but she was too focused on the pleasure to pay attention to anything else, her orgasm was rising and she was almost there, just one more thrust and—
He stilled.
"No, don't stop" She groaned, moving her hips to get any sort of friction that would help her finish but he knew better than to give her all the pleasure she wanted.
"I believe I asked you a question, Mills." The Brit growled, lowering his mouth to her pulse point he began sucking on it, causing her to whimper. "Are you going to cum for me?" He thrusted and she cried out the answer he'd been asking for.
"Yes!" Regina clawed at his skin, leaving a trail of red scratch marks down his back, "Yes—Fuck, Robin, please!"
And he began pounding into her. The sound of their skin slapping against each other echoed throughout the walls of her bedroom, the smell of sex filled it as did their moans. This was much better than their first time, though none of them would say it out loud, they both knew it was the truth.
Robin continued his thrusts, hard and fast and soon she came crashing in his arms. Screaming out his name as her walls tightly clenched around him, he soon followed and she began milking him, welcoming his seed into her.
She thought it was all done, but she thought wrong.
He pulled his softened member out of her and began kissing his way down her body, she whimpered softly when his lips lightly brushed over her hardened nipples, they ached for attention but he denied them that and continued his way down between the valley of her breasts. His lips pressing open-mouthed kisses to her delicate, flawless milky skin, tasting the saltiness of the sweat that lingered from their latest activity. He pressed a kiss followed by another in the dip of her navel and down to her hipbones.
"Robin…" She whispered.
And he ignored, continuing his way down to his desired place before stopping. His fingers pressed over her thighs as he spread them apart and if she could, she would've stopped him; he knew but she was too tired. Robin glanced up at her to find her chest rising and falling with every deep breath she took in before letting out.
"Robin" Regina whispered a little louder but he was too busy taking in the sweet scent of her arousal to notice that she was looking down at him, her mouth agape and brown eyes slightly widened. "No—" She started but her words were replaced with a long moan when his tongue made its way through her glistening folds. She tried to squirm away but his hand pressed her hip down and in place.
She refused this, not because she didn't want it but because she was scared she would want more of it. He wasn't supposed to give her pleasure in such way but there he was lapping at her as if he'd been thirsty for days.
Her right hand tightly gripped the satin sheets beneath her whilst her left one rested over the back of his head, her fingers tugging at his dark blonde hair, "Mmm…Robin" She breathed out, "Oh god, yes—Just like that."
His tongue flicked over her sensitive bud, went down in-between her slick lips and entered her. He wiggled it, pulling her closer and parting her legs as much as it was possible as he devoured her. God, now that he had a taste of her, he could never get enough.
It didn't take her long to reach her second orgasm of the night, her juices gushing out of her and flowing into his mouth and he moaned, she tasted heavenly. He lapped at her, licking her until she was all clean again before slumping back down by her side.
Stopping all of this once she conceives would be hard because he wanted her. He wanted all of her.
"So how did you get this?" He whispered, breaking the awkward silence that fell upon them after their little activity. He traced the pad of his thumb over the deep scar on the right side of her upper lip and she flinched, closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath. "You don't have to tell me" He quickly added, feeling guilty for asking such a personal question but she shook her head and flashed him a sad smile, gentle but a sad smile nonetheless.
She might as well tell him since he brought it up, he's already drunk and would most likely not remember any of this the next day.
"I did this to myself," She whispered, her tongue exiting her mouth and lightly tracing over the healed cut on her lip. "I was 7 years old when I went to the grocery store with my mom, she told me she'll wait in the car and handed me a few bucks, told me to get some milk and bread and with whatever that's left, I could get a treat for myself." She paused, feeling the tears emerge and swim behind her eyelids. "No one was there, just me and the guy who worked there and I walked to the back of the store where my favorite candy bar usually laid but they were out of it so I asked if they happen to have any back in the storage area and he told me that he would check, he asked me if I wanted to come in with him and help him look and I was a curious kid so I agreed."
Robin knew where this was going and he felt his heart sink.
"I stood infront of a shelve and began looking through the boxes when—" She choked back a sob and sniffled, "when I felt his hands on my hips, I ignored it but then I felt…I felt his mouth on the corner of mine and his hand was just going lower. I pushed him and ran out, threw the money and just took the bread and milk so my mom wouldn't suspect anything; I thought I'll get in trouble because of what he did." She paused and he opened his mouth to speak but her story wasn't done yet.
"I was scared" Regina admitted, "I never told anyone and by the age 11 I felt disgusted by that part of my lips, the part that he touched so I got a knife and tried…I tried to cut it off." She whispered, ashamed of what she had done but she was just a kid, she was a fool but she was scared and disgusted too. "This was the only thing I managed to do and I ended up getting stitches and I was grounded." The brunette turned her head to the side and looked at him, giving him a sad smile.
"I—" He began and she cut him off.
"I know" She whispered and stared back up at the blank ceiling above them. "Now I'm left with this ugly scar, even make-up can't cover."
"I don't hate it" Robin whispered, "I like it" He confessed and she didn't know why, but she smiled a little wider at his words.
Perhaps, that scar wasn't all that bad then.
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A/N: I really hope the smut wasn't that bad. Writer's block is a b*tch but I do hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.