So this is going to be a collection of one-shots set in the same universe as my story "Six Months". If you haven't read it you should read it before you read these since it's sets everything up (plus it's really good!). Fair warning, if you missed it in the tags, this is a Magic Cock (on Emma) collection of stories. If that's not your cup of tea then this isn't for you.
Chapter 1: Emma's Birthday
Emma didn't notice she was aggressively tapping her pencil on her notepad, the loud "tap, tap, tap," vibrating the table, until she felt a sharp kick from her left. Jumping in her seat, her head snaps over and see the annoyed face of Mulan glaring, glancing from her eyes down to her hand and back up again. Following her eyes Emma sees that unconsciously she is loudly banging the eraser against the paper on the table in front of her. She immediately stills her hand.
Sorry, she mouths as the places her pencil down suddenly and clenches her empty fists.
She decides to try to focus on her breathing instead.
She has to think of something. Something that isn't Regina.
This is incredibly difficult, however, because if she were to look up only slightly to the left the person she is trying to pretend doesn't exist in that moment stands giving a presentation to the room.
Emma is sitting with over a dozen of her fellow town employees in a conference room at city hall in a meeting run by the mayor.
A few more seconds pass and Emma realizes that she is leaving deep fingernail shaped indents in her palms from clenching her fists.
Focusing on her breathing isn't working. She could breath at any rate and still fantasize about Regina at the same time.
She can absolutely not fantasize about Regina right now.
She moves her hands to her lap instead.
That is another terrible idea and she quickly puts them back on the table, laying them flat, her warm palms pressing into the cool surface.
She tries thinking about the paperwork that sits undone on her desk; except that leads to thoughts about missing deadlines, Regina storming into the police station, and rough sex in the holding cell.
Just like that one time with the handcuffs...
Oh damn...
She tries thinking about the chores she has to do at home but that again leads to thoughts of fucking Regina on the washing machine, the kitchen counter, in the garden shed...
FUCK!
To the others in the room Regina appears completely unaware of what she was doing to Emma in that moment. Every time Regina goes into a new detail about the budget Emma has to resist the urge to moan.
Emma realized months ago that she might have a weird fetish for what she has dubbed "Nerd Regina." The image of Regina, at her desk, her glasses on, pen in hand, pouring over numbers is almost as erotic as the thought of her pushing all said papers off of her desk and Emma bending her over it and fucking her senseless.
No!
Emma knows, however, that Regina knows exactly what she is doing to her during that meeting.
The truth is, today is Emma's birthday and she was horny as hell and it was entirely Regina's fault.
Some of it had to do with the fact that the mayor was wearing her tightest white blouse that day and Emma is thankful for the table she was sitting at that is covering her lap.
About a month ago Emma had learned a new spell that had spiced up the pair's sex life greatly. She was not terribly happy with this spell at the moment and she couldn't get her mind to focus long enough to work the counter-spell.
Despite today being Emma's birthday, Regina had to leave early to go to work that morning before Emma was even awake. She sent a text a few hours later promising to make up for it. She had told Emma to come to City Hall later that afternoon and to use the spell before she got there.
Unfortunately the text had caused Emma's brain to completely forget pretty much everything else, including the budget meeting she was scheduled to attend at 2pm.
Emma had nearly tripped and fallen on her face when Mulan came up from behind her as she entered the building.
"Headed to the big meeting?" Mulan had said.
"The what?" Emma asked, her eyes widening.
"The budget meeting," Mulan clarified, "you live with Regina, don't you share a calendar?"
Regina had merely quirked a brow at her and grinned slightly when Emma entered the room. Emma locked eyes with her before sitting down next to her friend. She had tried glaring at her but Regina had just continued to grin as she looked through her notes.
As soon as the meeting started and Regina had stood up to start her presentation, Emma had felt the familiar tightening of her pants almost instantly.
It had taken everything she had not to groan at the sight of tight black pants and the blouse that should probably have been buttoned one more time. Not that it would have helped much as the rest that were buttoned were aggressively straining at the fabric.
Now Emma sat, a half an hour into the meeting, trying to act normal with an ever growing magic bulge in her pants.
As the time approaches the top of the hour, Regina is finishing up the last bit of her presentation. She moves back to her seat at the end of the table and sits down.
Emma releases a slight puff of air.
She's sucking that air back in a short moment later as Regina slides on her glasses to write down a couple of notes and Emma has to pretend something very interesting is written on the ceiling.
"Any questions or thoughts?" Regina asks after a few short moments of silence, putting her pen down and removing her glasses.
"If anyone asks a questions I will run them over with the damn bug," Emma mumbles in frustration under her breath.
"What was that, Sheriff Swan?" Regina asks, looking in her direction, a look of slight amusement on her face, "did you have a question?"
Regina has the ears of a bat.
"Nope!" Emma manages to get out and luckily most of the others in the room had zoned out at that point and failed to notice the slight squeak to her voice.
Regina's lips turn up slightly, though.
"Very well," Regina says with a nod, "then that is all."
The others start gathering their belongings, shuffling to the door. Neither Emma or Regina move from their seats.
Mulan looks at her a moment but when she sees Emma isn't getting up to leave she merely nods briefly to her and follows the crowd, catching up with Marian instead.
As the last townsperson disappears through the doorway Emma's eyes snap to Regina's who, to Emma's surprise (and arousal) is leaning back in her chair, staring directly at her.
A whisper/moan that she could no longer contain escaped Emma's lips at that moment
"Fuck, Regina..."
"Problem, Miss Swan?" Regina asks, her brow arching again. She stands then and with a flick of her wrist the door to the room closes and the lock clickes.
Emma stays glued to her seat as her eyes follow Regina.
After the locking of the door she flicks her wrist again and the blinds of the windows close all at once. As the magic sparks from her hands her eyes never leave Emma's and she slowly makes her way around the table until she was directly opposite her.
Emma opens her mouth to speak, despite the fact that her mind is completely blank, but Regina holds up her hand to stop her.
"I am terribly sorry that I haven't done anything for your birthday yet today, my darling," she starts, Emma almost whimpering at her favorite pet name. Regina's hand moves the chair in front of her to the side, leaving only the table between her and Emma, "but I'd like to make it up to you…"
Regina pauses, and holds Emma's stare for an achingly long moment.
"Starting now." Regina finally finishes, lowering herself until she disappears from Emma's view.
Emma's brows furrow a moment but she catches on quickly when she looks down and sees the mayor placing her hands on Emma's knees and slowly spreading her thighs.
Emma lets out a sound deep from the back of her throat. The sight of Regina on her knees below her sends a lightning bolt of arousal to the pit of her stomach. Her magicked appendage stiffens even more, making her tight jeans grow impossibly tighter.
Emma allows her legs to fall open under Regina's hands, and fights the urge to undo her jeans herself to free herself of the growing ache.
Instead she grips the arms of her chair as she watches Regina's fingers loosen and undo her belt. She doesn't bother removing it as she moves directly to undoing the button of her jeans and sliding her zipper down. The only movement Emma does is to slightly lift herself as Regina grabs onto the waist of her jeans and briefs and slides them down.
Their eyes meet again and Regina's lips curl into another smile as Emma's magic cock springs free, barely an inch from those amazing lips.
The desire to kiss her makes her chest clench a moment behind her ribs but Regina doesn't hold her eyes long.
"Happy birthday, Em-ma..." she whispered, drawing out Emma's name the way she knows she likes. Small puffs of air hit her head and she lets out another whimper, the ache for touch almost unbearable. Regina slowly runs her hands up and down Emma's exposed thighs, her nails digging into skin, and her cock twitches with every stroke.
It's almost too much, her legs are starting to shake in anticipation.
Regina's left hand finally moves from the top of Emma's thigh and, with delicate fingers, grips the shaft of her magic cock gently, holding it in place as her lips move forward. The tension in Emma's abdomen grows and grows.
Regina finally takes the tip into her mouth slowly, her tongue going to work, starting slow circles around the head. Emma groans loudly and feels herself stiffen even more.
All frustration at the mayor at making her wait through an hour long meeting with her fellow townspeople with a throbbing erection is long forgotten as the mayor's hand still holds her shaft and starts stroking her, her tongue continuing its slow circles at the tip.
Regina's tongue works and Emma lets her head fall back and her mouth open as she feels Regina pull more of her into her mouth and start to gently suck between tongue movements.
Emma lets out little moans with every stroke, with ever suck. Regina's driving her mad. The amazing ache is growing and growing.
As her goans grow louder Regina's right hand tightens on Emma's thigh before it wanders up under Emma's shirt, raking nails over tensing abs. They twitch under her touch and she speeds up her stroking, her tongue moving in faster circles as well. Emma grips the arms of the chair until she's sure she's going to break them, her knuckles turning white.
Several moments pass of this before Regina slows down again to a torturous speed, the teasing making Emma's moans grow quicker and louder. She is so, so fucking close. Feeling the change in speed makes Emma's need only grow more. She pries a hand from the arm of the chair and gently threads her fingers in Regina's hair. She doesn't pull her to her but Regina smiles around Emma's head and takes her deeper, continuing her sucking and teasing. She speeds up her stroking again and starts to flick her tongue on the underside of Emma's cock.
That does the trick.
"Fuuuck, Regina," Emma moans loudly, her voice coming from deep in her throat, practically a grunt, followed soon by high pitched whimpers.
"I'm...I'm…" she cries.
Emma can hold it in no longer, the feeling of Regina's hot mouth, her soft hand moving with purpose up and down on her, faster and faster, overtakes everything.
A high pitched cry escapes her and she's coming hard, her back arching off the chair as Regina sucks harder, one had pressing hard on her abs, the other gripping her thickness, moving up and down. She works to drag out Emma's orgasm as long as she can.
Finally she's coming down from her high and lowering her shaking body back onto her seat. She slowly opens her eyes and finds herself no longer in the conference room but in Regina's office, sitting on one of Regina's black leather couches.
"Mmm, you love to transport me while I'm coming," Emma says with a smile as she notices her pants are completely gone, and closes her eyes again, "and removing items of my clothing."
Her voice is hoarse and amused. She hears a hum beside her as she lowers her head back into the soft material.
Her eyes lazily open again only a few seconds later as she feels a body settling down to straddle her lap.
"I didn't think you minded," Regina said, a smirk still on her face.
"Mmm," Emma answers, still in a bit of a daze, setting her hands on Regina's hips above her.
Regina moves her face down to kiss Emma's lips, her body is still buzzing from her orgasm as their lips meet and move together slowly.
"When do you have to go back to the station?" Regina asks between kisses.
"I don't," Emma answered with a smile, kissing Regina's neck before continuing, "I get the afternoon off for my birthday."
"Lucky, girl," Regina purrs.
Emma slides her hands to Regina's ass and grinds her down on her lap.
She hums at the movement and lowers her lips back to Emma's. The kiss is deeper now as Regina moves her hips slowly but with purpose against Emma's lap. Emma hadn't performed the counterspell yet and it doesn't take long before Emma feels the familiar stirring in between her thighs again.
Regina has that effect on her.
Regina must feel it too because she starts to grind down harder, biting Emma's lip and pulling it with her teeth before moving to kiss along Emma's jaw. She makes her way to her ear, alternated kisses and bites.
"Fuuuck," Emma moans, starting to grind upwards, the aching returning.
Emma grips Regina's ass harder, their hips moving together.
Regina's mouth is at her ear now and she licks the shell of it.
"Emma," she is almost whimpering as Emma's cock presses against Regina who is still fully clothed. "I need you," she continues, panting in her ear, "I need you inside me."
It's like a switch is flicked in Emma and her hands move instantly to the front of Regina's pants with an urgent need, making quick work of the clasp and the zipper. Regina stops her grinding to place her hands on the back of the couch, one on either side of Emma's head, and leans forward for Emma to completely remove her pants.
Emma discovers that Regina is not wearing any underwear.
"Fuck, Regina," she groans out, her heart pounding and her cock throbbing.
This position also brings Emma's face level with Regina's remarkable cleavage and her brain almost short circuits. She can't stop herself from pausing to kiss up the curve of Regina's breasts, her lips and tongue moving slowly along soft skin. Regina hums as Emma's lips make contact and Emma runs her fingernails up her back. As she's kissing her way back up she places her hands back on the mayor's ass, bringing the woman back down on her lap.
It's Regina's turn to let out a moan as her wet cunt makes contact with the hardness of Emma. They're grinding hard again, more frantic and jerky this time as Emma continues her kisses up to Regina's collarbone and bites into the thin skin there.
"Emma…" Regina whimpers again, her head tilting back at the feel of Emma's mouth.
Emma bites into skin once more before she uses the hands on Regina's ass to lift her again. She removes her right hand from Regina and wraps it around her magic phallus. She's throbbing in her hand with want, her body begging for release. She has resists the urge to start stroking herself immediately. Slowly Regina is lowering herself, her glistening pussing nearly dripping with arousal. Emma's cock is covered in it already from their desperate grinding.
"You're so wet, Regina," Emma groans out, "I'm so fucking hard for you right now." Regina merely lets out a growl in response.
Emma dips the head into Regina's folds, quickly coating it in more wetness. Emma's breathing is becoming irregular as she feels Regina's wetness on her.
"Inside," Regina says, urgently, "Emma, please. Emma please just fuck me."
Emma nearly comes from the sounds of Regina begging for her. She doesn't need further prompting, she helps lower Regina onto her.
Emma will never get tired of the feeling of Regina's tight cunt wrapped around her. She lets out a moan as she feels the warm walls around her dick, sliding down to take her inch by inch. As she slides down, Regina moves back down to Emma's ear and bites it hard.
A new shot of need shoots downwards and Emma pulls Regina down the rest of the way and grips her hips with both hands.
She lets Regina adjust to the size of her for only a moment before they are moving together. Regina rides Emma's cock with desperation, letting out small moans that grow in volume as they move. Regina is warm and wet and every thrust sends pleasure through Emma's entire body.
She keeps her hands on Regina's hips, her finger tips digging into skin. At some point, several buttons of Regina's blouse have come undone and Emma has a ever increasing view of her remarkable cleavage. This is only causing Emma to grind Regina down harder on her cock, to pump into her faster and faster.
Their movement is frantic, needy; the mixture of moans, whimpers, and cries coming from both of them fills the room.
"Emma," Regina whimpers, but says nothing else, burying her face into Emma's neck as she spreads her legs impossibly wider, trying to take more of her length.
"Regina," Emma answers, trying to thrust deeper and faster, to give Regina what she needs to bring her over the edge. She's moaning and grunting as she tries to continue her words but fails.
Instead she slides her hand between them and with her thumb starts circles on Regina's clit, starting slow but speeding up quickly to try to match their movements which immediately become more desperate and jerky.
Finally words come back to her and she says, barely a whisper between noises of pleasure, "Come for me," she says, her voice low, "Come for me, Regina."
That does it, Regina's walls clench around Emma which is her undoing as well and they come together, pressed into the leather couch and clinging to one another. Regina's face is in Emma's neck as her body shakes against her, and she's crying out.
Their breath is ragged and they don't move for a long while, curled into one another.
Emma is the first to speak.
"Happy Birthday to me, indeed," she says, a huge grin blossoming on her face as Regina lifts her face up to give her an exasperated look.
"You think this is the only thing you're getting for your birthday?" Regina says, her face morphing into a devilish grin.
Emma's grin only widens at her.
"Care to elaborate?" she says, moving her mouth back to the exposed skin at Regina's chest, peppering soft drawn out kisses there.
"Mhm…" Regina hums, her smile not fading, and they both disappear in a cloud of purple smoke.
The end.