#be forewarned

Regina moaned freely as Emma's mouth ghosted over her nipple, landing to lavish a path of nips and kisses down her sternum to her hips. She stopped at the silky hem, glancing up to see Regina was propped up on her elbows, breathless and watching—a dark, wanting look, but layered with something more delicate.

Emma locked eyes with her as she slid down to rest between her legs, hoping that a look would somehow be enough to convey the emotions that she couldn’t bring herself to examine. Regina smiled, fingers tracing Emma’s chin before slipping back into her hair.

“Tick, tock, Miss Swan,” she teased.

Emma kissed her hip, dragging her teeth across the slightly protruding bone. Regina’s breath hitched, but she kept going. “I was being nice, letting you have your fun, but I’m about to take my turn, Em-ma.”

Emma ignored her, too busy marking a path between her hip bones. Regina was getting impatient, which meant winding her up even more would have an explosive payoff—one Emma needed. But she couldn’t ignore the heat that flared in her chest. Regina wanted her—obviously—but this felt like more.

Emma smirked against Regina’s skin, lips trailing slow and deliberate along the inside of her thigh. Regina let out a sharp exhale, her fingers twitching in Emma’s hair. She was trying to hold herself together—Emma could tell by the way her thighs trembled rather than clenched, by the way her breathing stuttered but didn’t break.

Emma wasn’t going to make it easy for her.

She pressed a kiss just above Regina’s knee, then another, higher this time, her fingers following in a teasing, feather-light trail. Regina’s breath hitched, her thighs tensing around Emma’s shoulders. Emma barely resisted the urge to laugh as she continued her path, alternating between pressing her lips to soft skin and dragging her fingertips along the sensitive muscle. She felt Regina shift, her grip tightening.

Then Regina’s hips lifted, seeking pressure, desperate for contact.

Emma’s hands shot to her waist, pressing her down against the couch. “Uh-uh,” she murmured, lips curving against the inside of Regina’s thigh. “Patience is a virtue.”

“Patience isn’t one of my virtues,” Regina groaned, her head dropping back onto the cushions.

Emma chuckled, “Yeah, I’m aware,” kissing the delicate skin beside her own thumb, fingers flexing where they held Regina’s hips still.

Regina’s thighs trembled again, a sharp contrast to the effortlessness of her voice, “Then stop being a tease, Miss Swan.”

Emma nipped at the inside of her thigh, savoring the way Regina gasped, the way her fingers curled at the back of Emma’s head. She was being insufferable—she knew it—but Regina was so much fun when she was worked up, when her carefully composed confidence frayed at the edges.

Emma exhaled against silk, hot and deliberate. The way Regina tensed beneath her was addictive—every muscle taut, every shallow breath held just a little too long, just waiting. It would be so easy to give in, to press her tongue against damp silk and drink in every sound.

But easy wasn’t nearly as fun.

Instead, she kissed just to the side of where Regina wanted her, mouthing at the crease of her thigh, letting her breath fan over heated skin. Regina’s fingers twisted tighter in her hair, her thighs twitching against Emma’s shoulders.

Emma smirked. “Something you want, Your Majesty?”

“You think you’re funny,” Regina exhaled sharply, a mix of frustration and anticipation.

“I know I am.” Emma kissed just above the waistband of Regina’s panties, dragging her teeth lightly across the fabric. Regina let out a slow, measured breath, her stomach tensing under Emma’s hands.

Emma’s mouth trailed lower, pressing teasing kisses along the thin barrier of silk but never quite touching where she was needed. Regina let out a sound—half groan, half growl—her hips trying again to chase relief, but Emma held her steady.

“You are impossible,” Regina huffed, her tone clipped, but Emma could hear the breathlessness behind it, could feel the way Regina was trembling now, struggling to keep even a sliver of control.

Emma flattened her tongue against the inside of Regina’s thigh, her fingers stroking slow, soothing patterns against her hips. She could feel how close Regina was to breaking—her breaths uneven, her grip tightening. Emma let her mouth linger just shy of where she knew Regina was aching for her, just waiting, waiting—

And then Regina’s breath hitched, sharp and desperate, before she finally exhaled, “Please.”

Emma groaned, her own composure nearly snapping at the sound of Regina Mills breaking for her. When they had started sleeping together, she’d never have imagined Regina like this—open, wanting, saying please. Something deeper than desire was curling inside her, almost terrifying in its intensity.

“That’s all you had to say,” she murmured, heart pounding as she pulled Regina’s panties aside with one slow, torturous drag and finally gave her exactly what she wanted.

It was like nothing else.

Heat and silk burst on Emma’s tongue as she swiped through, finding Regina’s clit. Regina’s hips snapped up instinctively, but Emma was ready, grabbing hold and hooking an arm around one to keep her steady. Regina started to complain—until Emma was back on her, tongue delving through her slick folds. The protest dissolved into panting words of encouragement, her voice husky and flooded with desire as Emma devoured her.

Basically me n a friend got into our stimming about older heavier men and i kinda spitballed an elk

Which then devolved into wilderness elk man with a huge dad bod and lots of fuzzy to him,,,

Bit of a freak i am >:3c