Day 3: OQ have sex in public.

God he wanted her. He had wanted her since she had walked out of their room wearing that fucking red blouse that left nothing to the imagination. She was always stunning and desirable to him, but that night… God, he was sure she had done that on purpose, just to torture him.

She knew they had to go to a dinner at the Charming's loft, with Hook, Emma, David and Mary Margaret, and she had obviously done it to drive him insane.

And what she was doing… Christ, the way she was eating and talking to their friends… it was just too much to him, he thought he could explode any moment.

But it all got worse when she started brushing her knee against his leg. At first, she didn't do it on purpose, but when she saw the way he reacted to it… she just kept teasing him under the table, with that godforsaken smirk of hers always printed on her lips.

"…trust me, Killian, it always works." he concluded his sentence with a sip of wine and Regina decided it was finally time for her to takethat game to the next level:
"why are you even listening to him? he's a thief! which means he's not to be trusted!" she smirked. Oh, he remembered those words and the way she had said them the first time quite well. The way he had wanted to take her in front of everyone and fuck that smugness out of her.

How could that goddamn woman always know what to say to drive him crazy? Why did she have that power on him? Who even allowed her?

David and Hook giggled and Emma smiled, while Snow looked at her stepmother confusedly.

"I don't remember you complaining about me being a thief, when we first met in Storybrooke, your majesty." Oh, so he wanted to play too.

"What makes you think that, outlaw?" she raised an eyebrow, brushing her knee against his thigh one more time.

"Perhaps the fact that you devoured me with your eyes since the moment I almost shot an arrow at you, my queen." Regina's eyes widened. How dare him speaking… the truth?

"I don't think so." she laughed teasingly. It was time for her to stop using her legs and starting using… something else. She let her fingers brush against his leg, until she met his crotch, then she finally touched him there and watched the way he had to bite his lip hard to prevent himself from groaning in front of everyone. "Thief." he swore to God, this woman was going to be the death of him.

She kept touching him until she felt him hardening under her touch. She licked her bottom lip.

She could practically read into his mind, his eyes were begging her to stop and she knew he couldn't control himself any longer. He had never been the quietest in bed, especially when she pleasured him with her hands or mouth.

Jesus Christ, her mouth.

He just wanted to fuck her right then, make her swallow that smirk.

"Regina" he tried to keep it cool.

"It's your majesty." with a wave of her hand, she unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, so she had full access to his throbbing erection, that was still in his boxers, though. She wanted to take him in her hand and move it until he came undone on her fingers, but she knew she couldn't. Not then. Not in front of everyone. But, good God, the whole situation was just a turn on she couldn't help but continuing.

"Woah, you two! Get a room, just look at all the sexual tension!" Hook exclaimed, faking a laugh. If Hook was uncomfortable, then she was truly exaggerating. The pirate surely knew what was going on under that table… but why wasn't she stopping, then?

"Yeah, right?" she said, suddenly looking straight into the pirate's eyes. She had to focus on something else to make it look less obvious, then she finally allowed herself to slip a hand inside his boxers and touch him fully. God, feeling her hand wrapping around him, pumping him up and down was enough for Robin to think he was about to cum right there.

Enough of that.

Before he could jump up, Regina magically re-zipped his pants and made sure his erection was covered by his shirt. Fuck, fuck, fuck, where the hell was he going?

"I need a moment." he said, clearly upset, taking his glass of wine and going upstairs. Where? He didn't know, he just had to calm down.

"Regina…" Snow cleared her throat as embarrassment was clearly filling the air. Regina had to bit her bottom lip not to laugh:
"Yeah, I know." she pretended to roll her eyes but when she finally gave her back to the two couples, she smiled and ran upstairs. "Robin?"
"You fucking minx!" he nearly screamed. When he turned around so he could face her, she noticed that his jeans were unzipped and he was touching himself. God, she wanted to laugh. And not just because he was clearly angry at her for giving him a hard-on, but because he was masturbating in the Uncharming's bedroom. "Not only you decline sex when I wanted nothing more than to take you against the door as soon as you walked out of the bathroom in that blouse, you tease me like this during the dinner!" he was so angry and frustrated she couldn't stop herself from giggling.

"I didn't want us to be late, and…" she tried to explain but he immediately interrupted:
"Come here and fix what you've done." he said, his face more serious than ever. Regina's legs trembled as her smiled dropped and her eyes widened:
"What?"

"You heard me. On your knees. Your majesty." she didn't even know why she was obeying. Probably, it was because he'd never been particularly dominant in bed, and hearing him talking like that to her was just… too much. She slowly approached him and watched as he sat on the bed and spread his legs so she could kneel between them. And so she did. He still had his pants and boxers on, she just released his erection and looked at it for a while.

"God, Robin…"
"Yeah, look what you've done."

She moaned at his words and looked straight into his blue pools, before taking his tip in her mouth.

"Fuck… Yes." he threw his head back and relaxed, letting her do the rest. He wanted to watch her, looking at her in the eye as she sucked him into oblivion, but he didn't want to push his luck and risk to cum in her mouth before she even started.

She moaned around him and the vibrations made him groan again and bite his tongue. God, how he wanted to fuck her mouth like he meant it, how he wanted to make her scream his name until she was too weak to come back at the table on her own legs…

"Rise your skirt." he whispered so low that she thought she'd dreamt it. "Let me fuck you." he said, passing his fingers through her soft, dark hair. She smirked and released him with a "pop". She did as he asked: raised her skirt up to her hips and took off her soaked panties. He was watching every move she made and it was torture. Why the hell hadn't he pushed her against the wall already?

"Take me, thief." she whispered in a sultry tone. And that he did. He grabbed her hips and threw her against him, on the bed, and immediately assaulted her breasts, licking and sucking every single inch of her soft skin. Regina moaned and giggled at how eager he was: he looked like a baby with a candy.

While his mouth was busy with her nipples, she started brushing her wet center against his erection, finally getting the friction that she needed. "Oh, yes, Robin" she moaned, moving her hips just as if she was riding him. "God, Robin, I need you inside" she breathed in his ear and he swore he could have come just with that.
He took his cock in his hand and slipped inside of her. She didn't even need time to adjust to his length, she was so wet and ready he could just start pounding into her. But he didn't. Instead, he lifted her up, stood up and walked out of the bedroom.

"Where are—oh, God—where are you going?"

"You know, I thought about it" he smiled, putting her down on the cool, wooden banister. "I like your game. Let's play. Your majesty." God, he was practically fucking her on the stairs! The Charmings were eating just a few meters under them! What if she screamed? What if she cried out his name in pleasure?
"Robin—"

"Ssh." he smirked "Let's see how good you are at shutting the fuck up and letting me fuck you into oblivion." She couldn't believe he was actually fucking her practically in public. What if someone, maybe Snow, went up to see if everything was okay? What if they heard them? Oh God…

"Robin…" but before she could say anything else, he started pounding into her so hard and fast that she lost the ability to think. Oh my God. It just felt so good, but not being able to scream and moan was just a torture. Only then Regina realized that it was exactly the kind of torture she had been doing to him a few minutes before, under that table.

"Is this how you wanted to be fucked, your majesty?" he breathed heavily "Silently, with just the sound of my balls slapping hard and fast against your skin, is that what you wanted?"

"Yes!" she said, a little louder "Yes, Robin, yes, don't stop please" she pulled his hair, fisting it in her hands, biting her tongue not to scream "You feel so good inside of me, yes! Right there."

Robin smirked: "Say sorry."

"What?" she whispered, her eyes wide opened.

"Say sorry for teasing me, or I'll spank you and trust me, Regina, they will hear it." he was serious, but his face was contracted in a grin. She was desperate, desperate for release, and she knew getting spanked would be just enough for her to cum, but at the same time she was scared that they could get caught.

"I'm sorry, Robin" she said in a low tone.

"Louder."

"I'm sorry, Robin." she raised her tone.

"Louder," he allowed himself to give in and spank her. Just once, lightly.

"OH GOD, I'M SORRY ROBIN" this time she screamed as she came apart and collapsed in his arms. He smirked and let her ride out her orgasm, cumming inside of her a few moments later.

"Good girl." he kissed her lips.

When they came back at the table, hand in hand, they both had a huge smile on their faces. Everyone was looking at them, simply waiting to know if everything was okay.

"So…" David said, leaving the rest to them.

"We're great, thanks for asking." Robin joked and Regina couldn't help but bit her bottom lip.

Snow immediately widened her eyes, as if she had just understood everything: "Oh my God, guys, please, not in our bedroom!"