Ouat Smut One Shots

Gremma

Author snarkysweetness

Graham swivels in his desk chair, back and forth, tapping his pen on his desk, pretending to work on the paperwork that had piled up during the week, when what he was really doing was watching his Deputy. Emma sits in the next room, at her own desk, reading over case files, with a pen in her mouth.

Emma's mouth is beautiful. With those big, pouty, inviting lips. She chews on her lower lip for a moment before biting the pen again. Graham isn't sure why, but he finds it sexy as Hell.

So sexy, he doesn't even notice when she catches him staring.

"Problem, Sheriff?"

She raises an eyebrow, looking at him questioningly.

Graham pushes back from his desk and strides out of his office and over to her. Sitting on the edge of her desk, Graham leans over and takes the pen out of her mouth, tossing it aside. He pushes a loose strand of hair out of her face before tracing her jawline with his index finger.

"My problem is that I have something far better than a pen that you can stick in your mouth."

Emma leans back in her chair, giving him one of her 'looks'.

"Is that so?"

Reaching behind her, she pulls the blinds closed with a smirk.

"So...what were you saying about my mouth," she asks, placing her hands on his thighs before standing and leaning into him.

Graham cups her face in one hand. The other he snakes around her waist.

"It's sexy as Hell, just like you," he whispers before crushing his lips against hers.

Emma moans into his mouth, her fingers going for his belt, ripping it off.

When he breaks the kiss, he doesn't even need to direct her. Emma knows what he likes. They've been doing this song and dance for weeks, behind closed doors of her apartment and in stolen moments in the Station. The only two places they know Regina isn't watching.

Emma falls to her knees, keeping her eyes on him as she frees him from his boxers and takes him into her mouth. Graham grips the desk, holding eye contact with her as she runs those luscious lips of hers and her magical tongue over his member. Her mouth is like Heaven. She knows what she's doing and this turns her on as much as it turns him on. He was willing to bet that she was already wet.

Pulling her mouth away from him, she cups his balls and runs her tongue over the sensitive skin before wrapping her fist around him, jerking him off.

"Fuck, Emma," he grunts, running his fingers through her hair.

Emma takes him into her mouth again and he grips her blond locks, moaning. Graham is close. He closes his eyes and leans his head back, pushing her head closer, signaling for her to go faster. She complies and moments later he jerks his hips forward, coming. Emma doesn't pull away. She swallows every last drop of him before pulling away.

"So...Sheriff, was that what you had in mind?"

"You're a fucking minx."

Graham grabs her by the back of the neck and kisses her roughly. He tastes himself on her and he doesn't care. Deepening the kiss, Graham pulls her onto his lap and she straddles him, her fingers working on the buttons of his uniform. When his chest is exposed she runs her hands over his chest, biting his lower lip with a smirk.

Emma breaks the kiss and moves her fingers into his hair, bucking her hips against his.

"If I'm such a sexy fucking minx, why aren't you inside of me right now?"