Mr. Regret

Drakken had his morning cup of coffee in one hand and a manual in the other. It wasn't really "morning", more like 3am. He had his reading glasses on the tip of his nose as he read about circuitry for his latest invention. He sipped the hot drink, practically just milk and sugar with a little bit of coffee added, then leaned and put the cup down on the table in front of him. As he went to sit back, his folder was yanked out of his hand.

He yelped as Shego frisbeed it to the open lair then straddled his lap and stared down at him. He swallowed, hard, and looked up past the glasses on his nose, wide eyed at his side kick wearing a tight black dress she hiked up to straddle him. Her eyes were glazed over and she was panting, slightly, her cleavage rising and falling right at his face. She took the glasses off, folded them, then dropped them somewhere behind the couch. He cleared his throat, "Sh-Shego? Wha-"

She two fisted his sleeping robe and kissed him with blind passion cutting off any chance he had to speak. She tasted like fruity alcohol but smelled like fragrant spices. She felt so warm yet sent a chill inside his veins when she rolled her hips to get closer. He couldn't help but moan in the kiss and that sent her on a mission to hear and feel it again. Her hands went on either side of his head and gripped the edge of the headrest and gave her leverage to grind down, harder.

He had to break the kiss and gasp out as her barely covered sex rocked on his sudden awoken erection over and over. He grabbed her hips and stopped the motion as he grunted out breaths. He normally hated when she came home drunk, nonchalantly parading around in her underwear… but this was a whole new thing. She'd never ever came home, horny and ready to jump him… so why now?

He looked at her, his grip the only thing saving him from ejaculating in his boxers, and begged for her to speak to him with his eyes. She cupped both sides of his face, a steady breath of fruitiness breezing against him, she whispered almost soberly, "Take me, Drakken."

His breath caught at that. He should stop. He should push her off and tell her to go sleep it off. She'll regret this, in the morning. He shook his head and gained some self-control, "I'll take you… to bed… where you can sleep on your own. No… No… Shego, no. You aren't thinking straight. I won't become a regret, like I already am. Just… go sleep it off. Okay? Please!"

He pushed her hips away, but her grip on the headrest made her unmovable. She looked down at him, passionately, and she smiled as she shook her head, slowly, as she laughed, "Sleep what off? I'm not drunk, you moron. I just wanted to have sex with you. And… what do you mean you're already a regret?"

He frowned, mostly at her, and held back the need to throw her off, "It's nothing. Just… get off! I can't believe you were just going to bang me like one of your muscle men! How'reyou not drunk! I tasted the alcohol on your lips!"

Shego's voice was angry, but it was the hurt in it that made him look up at her, "Wha… What'd you say? Muscle men? God, Doc… who the hell do you think I am? Some slut that goes around fucking everyone?" She pushed off his lap and gasped for air as she looked anywhere but him, "I had one drink. ONE! Wow…" she laughed emotionally unsound, practically flipped off him, and bolted to her room.

How? How did Shego always make doing the right thing feel so wrong? He just wanted her to not regret it and… like she always did… turned it around to make HIM regret it. What? How was that even possible!? Should he've just screwed her on the couch and not say a word? She would've just somehow made him guilt trip about it, later. He growled in frustration as he went and gathered the file she'd tossed out of his hand. The more he picked up, the louder his mind got. Go check on her. She looked relatively hurt at your rejection. She might be crying… and she'll use that to kill you later if you don't check on her.

"ALRIGHT! ALLLLRIGHT! Jeez… I even nag myself." He slammed the gathered file on the table and downed the rest of his coffee and marched towards Shego's room. However, the closer he got… the less march-y he got. He practically tiptoed dramatically like a cartoon character until he got to her door. There was a commotion behind it, a sound of throwing things and her groaning in slight anger.

It took ever single nerve he had to raise his hand. The knocking part was the hardest part. Scenarios flowed in his head and all of them ended with him getting blasted. It wasn't the confidence booster he needed to knock. He lowered his hand but a surge of courage punched him and he knocked as he took in a, what he believed would be his last, breath.

Shego yanked open the door and he did his best not to flinch or stare at the woman in her underwear, "What!? Come to slut shame me some more? Should be easy… I'm half naked."

He stood up straight, and spoke straight to her as if she were fully clothed, "I thought you were drunk. I mean I could taste the alcohol on your tongue, that you practically shoved into my mouth. I thought you were drunk and I didn't want you to regret it if you had sex with someone like me… so, I stopped you. It wasn't until you mocked me, like you always do, that I came to the conclusion that you did what you did as a prank or some way to humiliate me. I didn't intend to call you… overly promiscuous, but I just assumed because of your beauty that every man would fall to your feet. I never intended to belittle you."

She leaned against her door with her normal cynical face and he could see her abs flexing as she did, "Well, this is the weirdest apology I've ever gotten. Funny… because you haven't said sorry once."

He stepped closer to her, a habit he never knew he had until now, as he was halfway through her door, "I'm not sorry. I pushed you away with good intentions. I won't apologize for that. But… if it makes you feel better, I am willing to say sorry for hurting your feewings." He said the last part in baby talk and smiled knowing him saying it like that was gonna bring irritation to the Oh So Calm villainess.

She snarled and cleared the space between them and it knocked the smirk off his face. He swallowed and kept his gaze at her eyes and not the cleavage or the rest of her gorgeously tone body as she smirked and whispered strongly, "Then say it."

She was challenging him, again. He'd be damned if he was going to let her win. He leaned closer, visibly shocking her, as he whispered very close to her lips, "I'm sorry."

He had zero time to react to her facial expression. When she shut her eyes, her mouth was already on his and she dragged him into her room by the two sided grip on his robe. His hand on the doorknob, pulled her door shut as he was taken, and followed her guidance. Her legs hit the bed and he didn't stop in time to not crash into her. Her lips were soft and hungry as her mewls in the kiss stirred the lust inside him. He struggled to get out of the robe, but once out, her hands helped take his undershirt off.

Once bare chested, he broke the heated kiss to run his hands over her curves and kiss her neck as he unclasped her bra. He kissed at her shoulder where the strap was then slid it off her. It dropped right into his discarded robe. He bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth as he scooped her up and put a knee into her bed. The spring mattress creaked under his pressure and he put her down, softly. She writhed and sighed, her dangerous hands raking through his hair as his mouth worked on her breast.

Her hips rocked on their own underneath him and he helped her wiggle out of her damp panties. Her fingers demanded him to return to her lips and he stretched over her to do so. She flipped him over, making the bed squeal beneath them, and she scooted down his body. He felt her nails drag down his leg as she pulled his boxers down. He had to gain some spiritual support as his erection bobbed free.

She gripped it firmly, but expertly soft. It made his abdomen tighten as she gave him a long stroke then flat licked the precum like an icecream cone. He grunted breathlessly, "She… Shego, I won't last long… if you keep."

She nodded and straddled him, again… she guided his pink tip to her opening. She smeared his head back and forth, saturating his penis with her arousal. One knee went to the bed while the other raised up just enough for him to watch his shaft sink into her. They both cried out at the feeling. Her walls were so warm, so tight that he could feel her heartbeat and his at the same time.

He twitched at her gasping moans and his twitching inside her made her moan more. It was a painfully pleasurable cycle. He gripped her hips as her inner walls finally got used to him and her hands gripped his wrists. He looked up at her glorious form. Her breast rising as she huffed out breaths. Her stomach muscles tightening and making her slick walls hug his buried shaft. She bit her bottom lip, never losing eye contact, and slowly grinded her hips forwards and backwards.

There was a pleasure building up at just watching her ride him, but her rhythm got stronger, faster, more erratic… and seeing was becoming an obstacle. His grip on her hips got stronger and so did hers. She was slamming herself up and down but wasn't lifting off him. He heard her crying out as their skin flapped against each other. Everything was white and hot and desperate… he practically yanked her to his chest and lifted her hips to drill into her.

She was cumming… he could hear the keening moan as her body arched in his embrace and feel her walls clamping tight… yet he kept slapping himself inside. He was close and just needed a push… anything to throw him over… her lips were at his ear and she hoarsely spoke within her climax, "C-Cum for me, Drew."

That was all he needed… Drakken gripped her ass tight and thrust as deep as he could before climaxing within her. Her sweet kisses on his jaw and neck were like angel wings helping him descend from heaven. He puffed out breaths on her shoulder covering it with condensation. He smiled as he felt her fingers go over the side of his face and down to rest on his chest.

When he stopped twitching, she lifted up to let him pop himself free. He had to bite back a moan. She laid back on top of him and he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into a cuddle. She smiled as spoke, "So… Mr. Regret… regret it, yet?"

He gave a weaker version of his growl and kissed her forehead, "Shut it, woman… we're having a pretty good moment. Don't ruin it."

She snorted out a laugh before pulling her comforter over them both. Neither wanting to move from their wet spot, and falling asleep entangled in bliss.