Title: Can Snow Keep a Secret?
Rated: M (like really strong M, ok?)
A/N: I wasn't supposed to write anything for OQSmutWeek because I honestly didn't have time, but then Celina convinced me —by blackmailing me, damn it. So I agreed, almost immediately. This one's for you, Celina and the rest of the TrashGirlz! Enjoy it you dirty dirty dirty gals. Un-betaed! Chapter 1 also counts as Day 3: OQ has sex in public, so give it a read if you want to!
Day 3: OQ has sex in public
Oh God
Oh Lord
They shouldn't be doing this.
Not here.
Anywhere, but here.
Not when she can get quite loud during sex. Not when she's vociferous as fuck when her soulmate is fucking her just right.
Oh! They shouldn't be doing this, especially if when somebody finds them, it would turn into the biggest most kinkiest gossip the whole town would ever hear for years to come.
But God, she doesn't want him to stop.
Will kill him if he does.
So he just continues his movements. His hand pressing tightly against her mouth to try and prevent her moans, yelps, and all sorts of screams of pleasure that come from that beautiful mouth of hers, to be heard all over town. His other hand is tightly grasping her hip as he holds her bunched up dress, holding her in place against the shiny back desk, that same hand aiding him in pulling her to him with every fucking thrust of his hips.
God
Regina should've cast a spell to soundproof her office, should've ignored his "Where's the fun in that?" because, shit, she's biting down on his palm trying so fucking hard not to scream out, hand reaching forward up the length of her desk until it lands at the edge, her knuckles turning white from her grasp. Robin's hand releases his grip on her hip then, traveling higher and higher until it reaches her breast. He pulls and pinches her hard nipple through the fabric of her, oh, suddenly tight dress.
This is heaven and hell combined. His built form hovering over her back, hot pants of breaths caressing her neck, his balls rubbing against her clit with every thrust, fingers pinching her so deliciously.
She's losing control and if there's something Regina appreciates more than anything, is exactly that, her control. So she sucks on his index finger, tongue circling it and rubbing it to the same rhythm of his cock inside her. She's thrusting back against his cock, wanting to drive him as insane as he's driving her, gripping and releasing him slowly with every thrust, her movements slowing down considerably as she enjoys this, enjoys the act of slowly, but surely, making him hers all over again.
He shouts at the maddening change in pace, but moves along with her. Moans at the way her warmth caresses him slowly, toes curling inside his boots as he tries to prevent himself from spilling into her this quick.
He stops moving all together, to enjoy this, enjoy watching his cock disappear into her. But it's driving him closer to the edge, and he wants to enjoy this as much as she's enjoying it, wants to last as long as she wants him to and he won't be able to do so if he just keeps looking at her succulent bottom, at his glistening cock. Both hands now travel immediately to her hips and he pushes her dress just a little bit higher till it's all bunched up on her waist. Robin grips her then, trying to still her movements to no avail.
"Stop," he calls out when Regina slowly pushes her hips towards him, her bare ass now firmly pressed against his lower abdomen, his dick sheathed completely in her.
"No," she mewls lowly, her mind intent on driving him mad with pleasure. So she playfully rolls her hips, one, two, three times before she's thrusting back towards him, fucking him back with all her will, consequently driving him mad with her skills.
Regina loves this, loves him, loves to feel, hear and see the effect she has on him, makes her feel like quite the expert lover and not to mention that his voice, hearing him reach the edge, just makes her incredibly aroused, sometimes even sending her catapulting over the edge. So yes, she loves to make him a quivering mess while he growls and grabs at any patch of skin he can reach, pulling and gripping tightly, anything to keep him grounded.
She loves every minute spent with him like this, and today is no different.
So for a moment she forgets that they're in her office, forgets that her receptionist is a few yards away from her door, and moans freely, loudly, not giving a flying fuck over who could actually hear them and focuses instead on him throbbing inside her, of her walls fluttering around him.
He mumbles something then, something unintelligible that makes her incredibly hotter. But by the tight grip on her hips, by the straightening of his body, she knows she has him exactly where she wants him.
And it's funny really, how he came here pretentious as fuck. Proudly stating "I brought you a late lunch" with a finger pointing at himself, a wicked smile going to his lips as he whispered how he was going to make her come, come, come several times and drive her mad.
Yes, Robin came here to make her a quivering mess, to fulfill one of her biggest most kinkiest dream; but it worked the other way around for he is the one trembling with pleasure, he is the one aching for release, she is driving him absolutely nuts.
So she keeps moving her hips, rolling and clenching and getting him higher and higher and just there. She's close too, her breaths coming down in pants, her nails scratching the edge of her new black desk.
It's a give and receive game they play. Robin instantly plunging into her with more force, more depth, quick thrusts that are making her lose control once again, the moment he feels her losing control. He moves faster now, quick sharp thrusts that haver her screaming out, have his thighs slapping firmly and constantly against the back of hers. Her walls clenching with pleasure, his cock twitches as he goes taut with pleasure and and shouts her name as he spills inside her. But he keep pushing relentlessly into her, even when the pleasure is beginning to cloud his brain, but he's intent on taking her there as well. His hand comes down to where they are united as one, middle finger quickly moving rapidly against that tight bundle of nerves as he stops moving altogether and yes! One more, one more, don't stop, oh just one..
A noise reverberates around the room, faint and timid like and Robin stops moving his fingers, her body still shaking against him as she mercilessly tries to reach that peak for the third time that day. She's about to, her legs muscles going taut, the muscles tightly coiled on her lower abdomen, she just need one more...
A soft knock comes from just outside her door again and Regina and Robin both stay still now, her walls still fluttering around him, begging for that orgasm that never comes.
"Regina?" Snow's voice rings around the room and Robin quickly pulls from her depths, Regina mewling lowly and legs shaking as she tries to get her pleasure under control, tries to prevent her hand from trailing down and pressing it tightly against herself to finish her fucking self off.
But she can't do that, not when Snow —God damn it, couldn't it have been someone else?— is outside her office wanting God knows what!
So instead she grumbles lowly as Robin pulls at her dress, lowering the hem until it's safely covering her thighs, and lifts her torso from her desk, her legs a wobbly mess that can barely hold her straight but thankfully Robin is there to hold her by the waist.
"I'll make sure to help you finish." He mutters but before she can react, Snow is opening the door to her office and Robin is hiding under her desk, beckoning her to sit down on the desk chair.
She shouldn't do it.
Shouldn't want to do it.
But Snow is calling out her name again through the small opening of the door and she cannot have her see her once pristine straight dress, covered in wrinkles and whatnot. So she shoots daggers at Robin, begging him with her eyes to not do anything reckless. He wickedly smiles in return before she's siting on her desk chair and he's pulling it towards the desk, hiding himself under said desk and Regina's legs.
She looks down on those damn budget reports, the ones on top of which her soulmate just screwed her, and pulls her glasses (which were dangerously close to the edge of the desk) over her nose, pretending to be as regal and unbothered as ever —even though her panties are somewhere over the office, even though her bundle of nerves is praying for attention, throbbing, and hot, her inner thighs damp with her arousal as she crosses her legs tightly to alleviate the pressure, an involuntary moan leaving her lips at the simple movement.
"Regina!" Snow greets her loudly and she doesn't have time to react because Robin is spreading her legs open, hooking his hands under her knees and throwing them over his shoulders, a movement that, thankfully, Snow didn't catch but Regina let out an involuntary gasp. "Oh, I'm sorry I scared you!"
And God, she wishes that Snow had scared her instead of what actually happened. So she plays along, places a hand over her chest and then smiles. Feigns the only way she knows how.
"I've been knocking for several times, though."
Regina simply nods and swallows immediately because Robin's fingers are traveling up her thighs, up and down, up and down, caressing her, rising goosebumps in her skin as he pushes the hem of her dress higher, higher, baring her to him.
She's grateful, oh so damn grateful that she changed her desk into a more private one. One that shields her legs from the wandering eyes of the visitors.
Oh
Oh shit
His lips are ghosting over her inner thighs, licking inwards, up, up, up, coming dangerously close to where she needs him the most and she shuffles in her seat, bring her ass closer to the edge of it as Robin's mouth moves closer now.
"Are you okay?"
"Oh yes," Regina lets out and quickly regrets it because her voice comes out raspy, her chest still rising and falling rapidly with the pleasure that's plaguing her body.
Robin's laugh leaves his mouth in puffs of breaths, nothing audible, but to Regina is pure torture for she feels them ghosting her skin, ghosting over her clit and she lets out a strangled moan, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip, all the while she presses both inner thighs against his cheeks, begging him to stop, telling him without words that she won't be able to handle this.
"You definitely don't sound okay." Snow says, concern written over her face as she moves a little bit closer to her desk.
Regina shakes her head quickly, way too quickly and when she finds her voice she says, "I'm just a little bit tired, that's all," instantly relaxing the moment she realizes that her voice is back.
But she tenses once again the moment she feels his breath hovering over her, softly blowing on her tightly coiled clit, a movement that has her dropping the pen she was holding and closing both fists tightly.
"Regina, you look a bit flushed."
Damn it Snow shut up. Can't you see that my true love is getting me off with just a few puffs of air?
But instead Regina nods and swallows hard.
"I am feeling a bit under the weather," she replies after a moment, voice shaky but thanking her lucky stars that Robin decided to stop teasing her and is simply holding her by the hips. "What brings you here, Snow?" She asks nonchalantly after a moment, offering her a smile.
"Oh nothing, was just wondering if you would like to grab a bite?"
She feels his breathy laughs once again, damns his humor, and shakes her head.
"Thanks, but I'm gonna need a rainchec-"
She stops mid sentence, the last word coming out in a moan, her jaw slacking, her goosebumps rising at the feel of him pressing his tongue firmly against her clit. Moving it up and down, up and down, presses his tongue flat against her entrance before he's closing his mouth tightly around that nub, sucking it a little bit before he repeats the motion.
She takes a sharp intake of breath and bangs her tightly closed fists over the table the moment he bites gently at her entrance and pushes a finger into her.
In and out, in and out, and God, if she wasn't this sensitive, if her body wasn't screaming for release, she would've handled this quite differently.
But she's not, she's hot and bothered and incredibly horny, so instead she hits the desk over and over again just as his tongue keeps flickering over her clit.
"God, Regina!" Snow sprints towards her and Regina simply shakes her head rapidly, her breath coming out in pants as she tries to get her to stop walking closer to here to no avail.
Snow is getting close
Regina is getting incredibly closer
And Robin is feeling incredibly kinky so he keeps his ministrations, just as he hears Snow behind him (the front part of the desk being the only thing that prevents her for seeing him).
He keeps licking, and biting and pushing one, two, three fingers into her, enjoying how she tries to keep control, how she tries to aid the situation when Snow keeps saying things about how she needs to go to the hospital, how she's sick and needs to take much better care of herself.
And Regina is on the verge of frying Snow right there just so she can come freely, scream her love for this man and feel, just feel the waves of pleasures throughout her whole body.
"That's it, I'm taking you to the hospital!" Snow decides after a second and Regina shakes her head quickly once again, her whole body overcome with feelings and emotions and she's getting dizzy, thinks she's about to faint when he nibbles, sucks and curls his fingers just right, the pad of them brushing over that fucking spot inside of her.
She's gonna come.
She's gonna come with Snow standing two feet in front of her thinking that she's sick. But there's no stoping this, no stoping this pleasure that's building up.
Regina's arching her back suddenly, pushing her sex straight to his awaiting mouth and just screams out in pleasure, her whole body shaking and quaking, his mouth busy on her as he licks and licks and pulls her down to earth.
"Oh my God," Snow says.
But Regina's seeing stars, her body still trembling with aftershocks as he licks her clean.
A few moments go by where the only sounds in her office were her pants of breaths and Robin's softer ones under the desk.
Snow is rooted to the floor, her legs unable to carry her out the door as her eyes just travel to those curtains behind Regina. Trying to see anything but her former stepmother, former archenemy, mother of her grandson, godmother of her son, coming down from that high.
Healthy as a dog.
Fucked as one too.
"Snow," Regina softly calls to her after a minute, she swallows hard, her cheeks tinting deep crimson —nothing to do with the fucking orgasm she just had— before she clears her throat and says, "can you keep a secret?"
But does it really matter, though? After all, she does know how to make an effective memory potion —which she'll definitely use, given the fact that she just came in front of her.
Damn Robin.
Damn him.
He's gonna pay.
Good Lord, she's gonna making him pay big time.
So when Snow nods and leaves her office without blinking, Regina sighs and rests her head against her desk in embarrassment, his fingers tracing small circles on her hips as he starts chuckling loudly at what just happened. Regina simply shakes her and bites her lower lip, playfully kicks him under her desk and makes a mental note to stop by her vault later that day.
"I'm gonna make you pay for that."
"I was counting on it."
Thoughts?
