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Robin closed his locker with a sigh. It was barely Wednesday, and yet, with all the schoolwork, it somehow felt like Friday. Now more than ever, as you have started skipping school every other day in order to make more money.
He blushed as he put on his backpack and headed towards the exit. On Wednesdays you always did your… um, service work, selling your body freely so that Bailey didn't have to force you into it against your will.
Force us, Robin mentally corrected himself. You were working the double just so that Robin could live without a care. That's just how amazing you were.
The thing was - of course he cared! He cared a lot! It was soul crushing to him that he couldn't do more to help you, as Bailey's demands were so absurdly high that one couldn't physically pay them off without some side hustles to even the scale.
Robin even suggested joining you in your work once or twice, but each time you sternly refused. You would not let your boyfriend work if you had anything to say about it.
It just so happened that you had a lot to say about it, and so you basically became the so-called breadwinner for the two.
That's why, Robin thought, his solemn expression morphing into a small smile, I will be a perfect stay at school boyfriend and provide my darling with detailed notes for all the subjects she missed. I'm doing my part too!
"Oi! Teacher's pet!"
Damn it.
Robin quickened his pace, but it was futile, as soon a strong hand roughly grabbed him by the shoulder, keeping him in his place.
"Didn't your mom tell you not to walk away from people when they're talking to you? Oh wait, you don't have one." Whitney cackled at his own joke, and if Robin was less scared of him, he would have rolled his eyes. Unfortunately, Whitney was not to be messed with, and so all he could do was clutch his books to his chest as he cautiously turned to look him in the eye.
"What do you want, Whitney?" he asked, which somehow earned another chuckle from the blonde.
"Who says I want something? Maybe I just wanted to say hi to my favourite nerd?" He paused, but Robin did not take the bait, leaving the silence to linger. "Ah, fuck it. Wanted to ask you where the slut is."
At that, Robin's mouth drew into a thin line. The two of you never discussed it, but Robin was pretty sure that you wouldn't want anyone to know what you do after school. Or during school, he guessed. Still, it was not his to tell.
"I don't know. Can you let me go now? Winter assigned us an essay and-"
"Oh, shut up!" Whitney shouted, pushing Robin onto the lockers. "You tell me where she is or I'll cut up your clothes and make you walk all the way home with just your backpack." To punctuate his threat, Whitney brandished his butterfly knife unabashedly in front of Robin's face. "So let me ask again. Where is she?"
"..."
- - -
Robin wanted the ground to swallow him whole as the two of them came to a stop in front of a brothel, his face hidden in his hands as he avoided eye contact with all nearby people.
Whitney, meanwhile, let out a long whistle, swaying back and forth on his heels, his face as bright as if he had won the lottery.
"Fuck me. The brothel? Really?"
Robin could only nod, still unable to meet anyone's gaze.
"Shit, that's so fucking hot… Well, let's go."
Robin blinked, and suddenly Whitney's arm was around his shoulders, dragging him into the building with him.
"Wait, let me go! I don't want-"
"Gotta make sure you're not pulling my leg. I don't want to be going around a whore house for nothing."
His grip was unrelenting, and when they came to the bouncers guarding the door, Whitney confidently showed off his fake ID. Robin meanwhile almost dropped his own twice as he fished it out of his wallet. You had gotten him one 'just in case', but he didn't expect to be using it like this.
Even if the bouncers found his behaviour suspicious, they didn't show it as they parted, letting Whitney and Robin in.
Inside, the brunette's nose was assaulted with a strong scent of sweat and alcohol, the music loud, the heavy bass thrumming a steady rhythm. The main room was spacious, with several small stages dotting the space. Each stage housed a few workers, who danced in skimpy clothes as they showed their best assets to their clients. Despite this not being a strip club, many of the girls wore high heels, shoes that ended just above their calves, as they moved their hands along their mostly bare skin, their lingerie leaving nothing to the imagination.
Robin felt heat rise to his cheeks as he saw one of the dancers pause her performance as an older man waved his wallet at her. The two disappeared off to… somewhere. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what they set out to do, but still. It was a lot to take in.
"There she is." Robin blinked as Whitney dragged him towards the main stage, pushing him onto the velvety couch placed at its foot. "Fuck, she looks better the less she wears, I'll give her that."
As Whitney flopped next to Robin on the couch, his eyes were dead set on one of the dancers, his lips glistening from where he had just licked them. Robin followed the line of Whitney's gaze right to-
Oh. Wow.
If he hadn't been sitting, Robin's knees would have surely given out from beneath him at the sight of you. You were wearing a dark red top with triangular cups and matching high-waisted skirt that flared around your thighs, flashing your undergarments with every movement. To contrast the red, you also had black, leathery stilettos that ended just above your knees and sheer, long gloves in the same color. Your top just barely covered your nipples and the skirt showed your entire ass as you twirled and Robin… Robin thought he was going to faint.
The two of you were dating, that’s true, but agreed to take it slow, relishing in the simplicity of your relationship as everything else in your life was a burning mess. You’ve kissed - Robin wasn’t that much of a prude - but each time your make out sessions tethered of going past the belt you always parted, awkward, yet loving smiles on your faces.
Now that he saw you like this, however, Robin felt like a fool for not wanting to have sex with you earlier. You were… the type of beautiful they wrote songs about. Your lips were parted, cheeks glistening from sweat and highlighter he’d seen you put on in the morning, and eyes, big, doe eyes staring right back at him-
Whitney tightened his grip on Robin's shoulder and he yelped, severing the eye contact. Gosh darn it, you saw them. This was so embarrassing!
The blonde laughed loudly and sat more comfortably in his seat, legs spread as a small tent already began forming in his pants. Suddenly aware of how his own body must surely be responding to you, Robin closed his legs, hands anxiously clasping in his lap.
"I could let you go, but," Whitney teased, leisurely undoing his belt. "I thought I'd let you watch with me, you know, as a reward. You like her too, right?" Robin barely had a chance to open his mouth before the blond scoffed. "Ugh, I actually don't care. Just shut up and watch."
Robin gulped audibly, and all he could do was nod, scared of angering the other teen. The brunette took a second to compose himself before turning his attention back to you. After all, you were… amazing. It would be an inhuman feat to resist looking at you, especially when you looked like that. He had no idea how your clothes managed to cling so tightly to your body, your breasts threatening to spill out of your small top with each movement. Robin had never seen you without your shirt off - he always looked away when you changed, he was a gentleman - and so he never realized just how, um, well endowed you were. He could imagine cupping your breasts in his hands, his fingers stretching around the plush skin, unable to fully cover them.
Robin blinked at the sudden, vivid fantasy assaulting his brain and shook his head. No no no, you wanted to wait and so he would respect your wishes.
When you finally noticed them, you did not so much as falter - you were a professional. You continued your routine with the only indication of your inner thoughts being your furrowed brows, frown deepening when you saw Whitney manhandle Robin.
Once again capturing your now worried gaze, Robin gave you an apologetic smile and a little wave. Your sour expression relaxed, but did not fully go away.
Then it appeared that you realized something, as a big, sly grin stretched across your face. You looked somewhere behind them, and made a vague gesture with your hand. Curious, Robin sneaked a glance to where you pointed and saw the DJ set just as the man switched to a different, more burlesque track.
Suddenly, the vibes have changed.
You picked up your dance again, but it was somehow more intense, more… sexual.
Personal.
Where before your routine looked perfectly fine, most likely having been rehearsed, this one was raw. The slow rolls of your hips were hypnotizing, and people in the brothel started whistling as you captured everyone's attention. Still, your eyes never left your classmates, pinning Robin to his seat with a gaze that made his throat go dry.
You ran your hands up your sides, fingers tracing the curve of your waist before sliding higher, cupping your breasts through the flimsy red fabric. Your back arched, pushing them forward, and Robin's breath caught in his throat. Whitney let out a low, appreciative whistle beside him.
Then you turned, presenting your back to them, and bent forward at the waist. The short skirt rode up, exposing the curve of your ass, the lace of your panties now fully on display. You looked over your shoulder at them, that sly- no, seductive smile plastered across your face, and wiggled your hips, gloved hands kneading the tender flesh.
Robin's own hands clenched in his lap. In the corner of his eye he saw Whitney shift beside him, followed by a quiet hiss of his zipper.
You straightened and turned back to face them, your hands running up the thin straps of your top. Slowly, as if letting them savor every moment, you untied them, holding them up for a moment before letting them drop, your breasts springing free.
More whistling and catcalling erupted, bills being thrown at your feet as you took your time in fully removing your top. From where he sat, Robin could see your nipples harden, now exposed to the cool air of the brothel. Your outfit was skimpy and barely covered them before, but now when they were on display, he could not tear his gaze away from you if he tried.
Whitney let out a low groan, and Robin heard a slick sound as the blonde's hand started to fist his exposed cock. If he wasn't so engrossed in your performance, the brunette might have had a more visceral reaction to the bully shamelessly masturbating to his girlfriend, but as of now, he stayed silent
He was too busy fighting the urge to do the same, to care.
Of course, you didn't stop there. Your fingers found the clasp of your skirt, and with a swift motion, it joined your top on the floor. The gloves followed shortly after, and then you stood before them in nothing but your black lace panties and those towering stilettos, your body glistening under the dim, colored lights.
As the song came to a crescendo, you dropped to your knees on the stage, positioning yourself on all fours. Then you crawled forward, slowly, your hips swaying in the rhythm of the music, your breasts heavy beneath you. You reached the end of the stage just as the final notes of the song rang out, and you sat at the edge, legs swinging playfully as you struck a pose.
For a second, it was quiet, and all Robin could hear was your heavy breathing and the distant sound of Whitney's slick hand.
Then the applause erupted and Robin was pulled back to reality. For a moment, the brothel was filled only with loud whistling and rustling of bills as they got thrown on the scene, before the DJ put on another song and the chaos slowly dispersed. Few audience members headed your way with wallets in their hands but you waved them all off, instead hopping off stage and walking up to Robin and Whitney.
"Hi guys," you said, voice bubbly as you looked between the two before settling on Robin. "Did you like the performance?"
"A little short for my liking," Whitney answered, still a bit breathless as Robin's brain tried to make sense of your casual approach after all… that. You were still topless, your chest on their eye level and so the brunette put all his effort into keeping his eyes firmly on your face instead. He felt like a fish out of water with the way his mouth kept opening and closing, trying to say something that would communicate how he felt - which, he was still unable to put into words in his head.
"I see… it must have been so hard for you, right Whitney?" Your voice teased - teased? - and Robin looked down to see that yes, Whitney's dick was still out in the open, most likely painfully hard.Jesus, did he have no shame?
"Nothing that you can't help me with, slut." The blonde tugged at his dick again and Robin sneered in disgust, looking the other way. "When we're done, you should help the nerd unwind too. He looks like he's about to bust." Crude, sharp laughter followed and Robin closed his eyes in shame, covering his burning face with one hand.
"Good idea blondie." You replied, and a brief pang of jealousy shot through Robin's mind before there was a hand on his face and he blinked, confused as to why you were suddenly cupping his jaw.
"Robin, my love, why don't we take this somewhere… private?" You purred into his ear.
"What? I-I mean… what?" The brunette stuttered, his eyes darting between you and Whitney, the other looking downright murderous.
Robin would have thought it comical, the way the other's face twisted in anger, but he was too busy trying not to pass out as you pulled him to his feet, slightly tripping as his face hovered inches away from your breasts.
His hands had to grab your waist to steady himself, fingers pressing into the soft skin as if he was kneading dough. They pressed only tighter as he shooed away the sudden need to move them higher.
"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Whitney's usual easy brawl morphed into anger as he grabbed you by the forearm, pulling you towards him instead. "Stop feeling up the nerd and suck my dick.”
Despite the rough yank, all you gave Whitney was a flat expression, before swiftly turning your head towards the bouncers.
"Security!" you called, and Robin saw the exact moment the fury in the bully's eyes turned into fear, as two men built like brick houses grabbed him beneath the arms and pulled him off the couch and towards the exit.
Whitney screamed bloody murder as he got dragged off, his pants still pulled down as he fought their grip. It was futile, and soon they all disappeared behind a corner, and Robin could only wonder what happened, as he felt himself pulled into the opposite direction, further into the building.
You gripped his hand tight as you led him down one of the corridors. Soon, it seemed you found your destination as you opened a door, and gently pushed him in before closing it behind the two of you with a key.
With the door now shielding you from the rest of the brothel, you and Robin both let out relieved breaths. The brunette took a second to look around the room - it was spacious, with a big, comfortable-looking bed in the middle and accompanying nightstands cluttered with a number of sex toys, condom packs and lube… they might have left the main hall, but it was still a brothel.
He was in a brothel with a beautiful, busty woman that he had the honor of calling his girlfriend. They were in a private room.
He was already hard, but Robin still felt his dick twitch in his pants with excitement at the thought.
"Are you okay?" You questioned him, noticing his panicked expression, your hands once again cupping his jaw as you looked him over. "Did he do anything to you? Fuck, if he roughed you up in any way, god help me I will punch his teeth out!"
"No! No, I'm fine. Perfectly fine!" Robin squeaked out, his eyes looking anywhere but at you and your breasts that were now pressed together as you held his face. Your beautiful, massive-
He audibly gulped and you raised an eyebrow as he took a deep breath through his nose.
"Ooookay. Anyways, you should wait here a bit, make sure that Whitney is not waiting outside before going back to the orphanage. This is not a safe space for you." You said sternly, caressing Robin’s cheek.
At that, Robin chuckled, melting into your touch. You were such a sweet, doting girlfriend…
A girlfriend with huge tits who just got their biggest bully thrown out in the streets with just a wave of her hand, choosing Robin instead.
And with that thought having now fully formed in his head, Robin couldn't help it.
He let out a shuddered moan.
Your brows raised in surprise and Robin wanted the ground to swallow him whole. Way to go Robin, he thought, dismally. Making things awkward when she just wanted to make sure you're okay…
A few seconds passed, with the only sound being the muffled beat of the music from outside.
Then, instead of pulling away as Robin was sure you would, your hands moved from his face to settle behind his neck instead, fingers clasping together as you pulled him closer, your boobs now fully pressed against his green cardigan.
"Did you…" you started, your voice somewhat unsteady before continuing. "like the performance?"
Robin didn't immediately answer, his hands stiff at his sides as he cursed the thin layers of clothing that still separated you.
"Um, yes. It was… lovely. Lovely's a good word."
If he could, Robin would slap himself with all his might. Lovely? Really??
His nervousness apparently soothed your own nerves as you laughed softly, a gentle smile on your face.
"I'm glad you liked it, love." You purred, gently tugging on his nape. Robin glanced down, right into your big, doe-like eyes as you looked at him from beneath your eyelashes. "After I saw you in the audience, I knew I had to give it my all." You tugged him even lower, your eyes dropping to his mouth before coming back up. "I missed you."
The two of you kissed enough times that when you leaned in to capture his lips, he met you halfway. Your mouth was warm, welcoming, and most importantly, familiar. Chaste at first, it wasn't long before your tongue darted out, asking for permission to explore further. Robin immediately parted his lips, letting you in just as his own tongue reached out, moving against yours in sync.
One of your hands moved up, fingers tangling with the hairs at the nape of his neck, pulling just a bit. The reaction was immediate, as Robin's hips jerked forward, dragging his clothed erection by your exposed thighs. With your heels, you were now a few inches taller than him, and for some reason, it only added fuel to the fire that was burning across the brunette's body.
Feeling how his body responded to you, you smiled into Robin's mouth, tugging him even closer, kissing more hungrily. With each passing second, Robin felt hungrier as well, licking into your mouth, exploring each crevice until nothing was left untouched. His hands sneaked up your hips, at first settling at the small of your back before sliding lower, lower until they were kneading the soft flesh of your ass.
The touch was shy, almost innocent in its gentleness at first, but when you rolled your hips forward, your lace panties making direct contact with the tent in his pants, it seemed like his restraint was being tested. His hands firmly grabbed your backside, blunt nails digging into the skin as he grinded against your core in a mirrored rhythm, chasing the heat.
It seemed that despite his earlier hesitation, the two of you were now on the same page, and so slowly, without breaking the kiss, you started maneuvering Robin deeper into the room, stopping only when his knees met the edge of the bed. You pushed him down and the brunette blinked in surprise when he landed on the soft covers, propping himself up on his forearms as you remained standing, bent slightly over him, your hands palming his knees.
"I know we agreed to take it slow," you murmured, your voice sultry, as you slowly sank to your knees, spreading Robin's legs so that you could kneel between them. "but I think I'd like to thank you for what a good boyfriend you are… if you'd let me." Your face moved closer to his lap, cheek resting on his clothed thigh. "Would you like that, love?”
"Th-there's nothing to thank me for," Robin stuttered as you nuzzled his leg, trying to mirror the confidence you exuded. "You yourself are amazing… and pretty. You look beautiful today." There was a slight blush on your cheeks, but as he looked down at your face, his eyes darted lower, right on your cleavage, nipples poking out from the curve of your breast. Robin swallowed.
You noticed his wandering gaze, and your smile only widened. Your hands trailed slowly up his thighs, tugging weakly at his belt.
"You keep looking at them, sweetheart," you murmured, voice teasing but soft. "Do you like what you see?"
Robin's face burned. "I- yes! I mean- they're-" He fumbled, his hands clenching the sheets beneath him. "...I do. I like all of you."
A warm, pleased hum escaped your throat, and you pressed a kiss to his thigh through his trousers before turning your head up just enough to meet his eyes.
"Can I try something?" you asked gently, giving him space to say no. "I want to show you something. If you're okay with it."
Robin nodded immediately, then caught himself, forcing his voice to work. "Yes. Anything you want. I… I trust you."
Your expression softened, and you rose up on your knees, elbows on his spread thighs as you undid his belt. His fly soon followed, and Robin wordlessly raised his hips as you pulled his pants all the way down. The fabric pooled at his ankles as you continued your ministrations, moving your face toward the obvious bulge hiding underneath the plain, gray boxers.
Robin couldn't help but twitch in his seat in nervousness as you placed a soft kiss to a small, damp spot on the fabric where precum already started leaking from his tip.
Another kiss followed, before you licked the material, the weight of your tongue making him stifle a moan despite the cotton still separating his length from your mouth.
"Don't- mhmm. Don't… tease me, please." He asked, sheepishly. Robin was inexperienced (especially when compared to you) and he felt like any more foreplay would make him come in his pants before you really did anything. He wanted it to last.
You nodded, and leaned back just a bit as you tugged his boxers down, the undergarments joining the rest of his clothes as they awkwardly stretched around his ankles.
Now, with his erect cock bobbing just inches away from your face, you licked your lips, taking it in with your eyes. Robin never really engaged in any pornographic content and so he didn't really have a point of reference, but he always believed himself to be perfectly average. Based on your pleased expression, he knew that he at least wasn't small, which did make him feel better about the prospect of pleasing you later. He didn't want to disappoint you.
Robin swallowed hard, fists tightening and relaxing against the covers as you stuck your tongue out, leisurely dragging it along his length, starting from the base and right to the tip. He bit his lip to stifle another moan that threatened to make its way out his mouth as you swirled around the head before finally taking him down.
Your mouth was warm and tight, and you started sucking, your head bobbing as you took him further, inch by inch, before your nose brushed his abdomen, having swallowed him whole.
Robin's hips twitched, a strangled whimper tearing from his throat as his fingers released the sheets and clasped around his mouth instead. It felt alien, being unable to control the sound he made, and he felt insecure for being so vocal right from the get go.
You bobbed your head a few more times before pulling off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. Your hands rested gently on his thighs, nails lightly scraping the skin as you tilted your head.
"None of that, baby." You chided him, voice a bit hoarse as you sat up higher on your knees to look him better in the eye. "Let me hear you."
"It's embarrassing…" Robin groaned, his hands moving to cover his face instead as he looked at you from between the parted fingers.
"It's also fucking hot," you countered before getting up, strutting towards the nightstand and the equipment that lay on it. Robin closed his eyes, panicking as to what you wanted to get, but he pried them open again as he heard the sound of a bottle opening. It was just some oil. He exhaled with relief.
You quickly came back and took your rightful place between his legs, bottle in hand. Then, to his surprise, you turned it upside down and poured the shiny liquid all over your chest. Robin's hands left his face as he attentively observed your fingers smearing it all over your boobs.
The brunette watched in fascination as you lifted up your tits from below - just as he expected, they did not fit in your palms, and so they sure as hell wouldn't fit in his - and he instinctively shifted a bit closer to the edge of the bed as you positioned them at the level of his erect cock.
"Now, I haven't really done this before," you warned, almost as if literally everything that you'd done up to this point hadn't been the sexiest, most incredible moment of Robin's life, "but I think I can manage."
With that, you engulfed Robin's erection in between your oiled-up tits, his length disappearing from his sight as you squeezed them together. Your breasts were hot and wet, and with the added pressure of your hands, felt so much better than when you only pleasured him with your mouth-
"Ah, fuck!" Robin cursed, uncharacteristically, which, if you didn't currently have your tongue out, the pink muscle lapping at his tip each time you moved up and down, he was sure you would have pointed it out. You set out a steady pace, your thighs working overtime each time you rose up, which only got faster as a streak of moans started escaping Robin's throat, the brunette now unable to contain himself with pleasure.
Your tongue lapped at his dick each time you descended, and Robin let out a particularly loud gasp as you briefly took him in for a quick bob before continuing to work your tits, giving him no space to breathe.
"I- you- Jesus," Robin babbled, his brain turning into mush as he felt his abdomen tighten, the pressure building in his body now dangerously close to spilling out. His previous anxieties about coming too fast flew out the window, as he reasoned that nobody could have survived through such an onslaught. "Darling, you're- mhmm!" Another moan, as this time when you took his cock into your mouth, you went all the way down, the tip hitting the back of your throat. "You're divine. I don't- I don't know what I've done to deserve you."
"You love me," you rasped out as you pulled off, continuing to work your chest as another curse left Robin's mouth. "Love me for all my parts, good and bad. That's why-" you squeezed your chest tighter, your pace becoming unbearable and he knew he would not last any longer. "-I'm going to give you everything."
"I'm gonna- slow down, I don't want to- ah!"
"Give it to me, come on. Right on my face, my tits, I know you want to." You urged, your eyes hazy with desire, and the brunette couldn't last longer if he tried. He came with a shout, streaks of white cum landing all over your face, neck, and boobs, sliding down the wet skin and onto the floor. You continued to milk him for a few more seconds and Robin collapsed onto the mattress, feeling absolutely spent. He never came so hard in his life, and he genuinely felt light headed.
The brunette took a few deep breaths, blinking at the ceiling before he felt something tug at his shoes. He weakly raised his head and saw you taking them off, followed by his socks and the rest of his clothes from the waist down. His dress shirt was damp from sweat and his cardigan felt restrictive, and so he channeled all his strength into removing them as well, leaving him naked on the bed.
As he threw the shirt onto the floor, he looked back at you - still stained with his cum (holy shit he came all over you) - peeling off your panties, your shoes already on the ground. The lace fabric was dark, but Robin still noticed how wet it looked, and when he glanced at the space between your thighs, he realized you were completely soaked, just as (if not more) affected by this whole ordeal as him.
Robin felt pride swell in his chest, and yet, he felt unfulfilled. You did all that for him, and so far he barely even touched you. You were his world, his everything. This could not do.
He pulled you towards him just as you were about to straddle his hips, effectively falling into his lap. His cock, already half-hard despite his release, twitched as your juices slicked him up, and Robin captured your mouth in a passionate kiss, stifling your gasp of surprise. When the brunette realized the salty aftertaste on your lips was his own cum, he found he didn't mind. It was lewd, sure, bhe depravity only made him feel hotter.
"I also want to try something," he murmured as you parted, his hands wrapped securely around your waist. "You'll have to help me, but, um, I want to give you my all too."
You curiously raised your brow, as, up to this point, you fully expected to do everything today. Through no fault of Robin's, of course- you knew how overwhelming your first time was, and so it came as a pleasant surprise.
"Of course, darling," you placed another quick kiss on his lips, letting out a quiet giggle at his enthusiastic expression. "I'm all yours."
“Cool. Okay, um…” The brunette looked down at where your bodies met, suddenly lost, and you fondly shook your head.
“How bout you start with stretching me out so that I can take all this?” You suggested, tugging slightly at his cock to punctuate your point.
“Yes! Yes, that was, um, that was exactly what I wanted to do. That.” Robin babbled, yet did not stall any longer, as he palmed your abdomen, fingers cautiously sliding lower, all the way down until his fingers grazed your clit. You moaned in relief, and he noted down your reaction in his head, repeating the action, this time with more intent.
"Mhmm, just like that," you breathed, and Robin perked up from the praise. "Now, as much as I like this, I need you deeper." You rolled your hips; his fingers now pressed against your wet hole. "Here. You can start with two fingers, I can take it."
Robin nodded, determined, and his fingers slid in with almost no resistance, all the way to the knuckle. Despite the easy entrance, you still gasped as his digits dragged against your walls, making your back arch.
Just as you did when swallowing his cock earlier, Robin moved his hand in a steady rhythm, diving a bit deeper with each thrust. You rested your cheek on his shoulder, soft, rhythmic moans escaping your lips as he continued to stretch you.
"Okay, now add the third."
"The third? Won't that hurt you? That'd be pretty wide…"
"You worry too much, sweetie. Third, plea- oh! Yes, there you go."
Robin continued to stretch you and you dug your nails into his arms, writhing in his lap from the sensation. It didn't take long before you started to roll your hips, meeting his thrusts, trying to get him to reach even deeper. It was clear, however, that you needed something bigger.
"All right, I think that's enough." You panted, and Robin retracted his hand. You frowned at the sudden emptiness. "Now…" you leaned back slightly, puffing out your chest and shaking your boobs seductively. "How do you want me?"
"Like this, if it's fine." Robin's hands settled on your hips, making your pussy align almost perfectly with his erect cock, the head teasing the entrance. "I want to see you, and… try something."
"Giving me quite a workout here," you joked, not minding the position at all. Having control, especially in sexual situations, was important to you, and you were glad to feel so comfortably safe around the other.
"I'll make it worth your while," Robin promised, determined, and once again you felt butterflies in your stomach. This was the person you wanted to spend your future with. You were truly smitten.
No more words were exchanged as Robin pulled you up, positioning you right above his dick. You followed his grip with the movement of your hips, your thighs straining in the process. Still, you knew that he wasn't strong enough to lift you like that, and so you helped him as he lowered you onto his cock, head rolling back in pleasure.
Robin stretched you thoroughly, and so there was no pain in the way he pulled at your walls, the sensation resulting only in pure, unabashed ecstasy. Your mouth was open in a soundless moan, eyes closed as you relished in the feeling. Fuck… you could never get enough of this.
Below you, Robin was looking at your blissed-out face, eyes full of adoration as if you hung all the stars and the moon. For a few seconds, he forgot that he was buried inside you, content with only watching you in this intimate moment, but then, you stirred in his lap, and he remembered that he wanted to take initiative.
Experimentally, he rolled his hips, and you made a pleased sound, grinding down onto his cock to meet him halfway. You were tight around him, and each movement was a test on his restraint as he set a steady, albeit slow pace, determined to put your pleasure before his own. He already had his cake.
In the following minutes, he continued to fuck into you, dragging the loveliest sounds from your throat as he thrusted deeper. It was when your quiet moans started to be drowned out by the sound of skin slapping together that he decided to try something else.
You were fully blissed out, your orgasm steadily approaching, when you suddenly felt a warm breath on your tits, looking down only to see Robin capturing one of your perky nipples into his mouth.
The reaction was immediate, as you yelped, hands surging forward to grab his head in surprise, your pussy fully engulfing his cock as you fell onto it.
"Fuck!" You cursed, your fingers digging into his hair as he sucked hard, teeth grazing your areola. "Robin-" The brunette let out a pleased hum, and the vibrations that traveled through your body made your thighs shiver. While he continued to mouth one nipple, his hands traveled up to the other and teased the bud with his fingers, rolling them experimentally before pinching. "Ah!"
You suddenly felt lost, unable to put into words just how good having your nipples played with felt. You knew it was an erogenous zone - you weren't a stranger to playing with them yourself - but it could not compare to having another person tease you, feel you, bite you like this.
"Robin, don't stop, fuck!" You pushed the brunette's head closer to your chest, effectively squishing him into your tits, and he obeyed, his tongue flicking against your nipple in a way that made your toes curl. You moaned again and again, and then he switched, turning his attention to the other nipple while the one that was just in his mouth was palmed by his hand. He grabbed as much as he could of your boob into his hand, kneading the flesh a bit rougher than before. You let out another loud sound and so he did it again. Fast learner, you noted, moaning his name like a prayer as he assaulted your tits.
The penetration was no longer the main source of pleasure, your pussy clenching just from the way he hungrily mouthed at your chest, trying to devour it without breaking the skin. With how it was going, you knew it was going to leave long-lasting bruises, and the thought made you clench even more.
The orgasm that felt distant before was now approaching fast, and so you tore him away from your chest, roughly capturing his mouth with yours instead.
Robin let out a small sound of surprise but did not falter, encircling your tits with both his hands as the two of you ravaged each other hungrily, no finesse in the desperate way your tongues tangled against one another.
With Robin's mouth now occupied, you suddenly remembered to move, and you started to roll your hips, putting an unrelenting pace that made you both let out a string of moans, pressure building in your guts as neither of you were far from the edge.
"You're perfect," Robin breathed out between his gasps, thrusting up with all he had as he toyed with your nipples. "You're perfect and you love me, of all people and I- I love you so fucking much."
"I love you too, I've always loved you, ah, I- Robin!" You lost your rhythm, your hips jerking awkwardly up and down and you felt him shiver under you, orgasm imminent. "Please please please, fuck, you're so good to me-"
Robin came with a muffled shout, mouth full of skin as he sucked on your nipples, and you followed soon after, the sensation of his cum filling your insides finally sending you over the edge. Your back arched and you felt your thighs finally give out as you sank back down onto his spent cock, riding out your orgasm as he continued to fondle your breasts. You felt overstimulated, your nipples raw and puffy from the attention, and you whined, trying to pull him off with a weak tug.
He seemingly didn't immediately notice, and so you had to do it again, Robin finally relenting with a blissed-out, completely spent expression.
"That was…"
"Shh, don't talk." You silenced him, capturing his mouth with a slow, tender kiss as you pushed him onto the mattress. He obeyed, and you continued to lay there leisurely mapping each other's mouths, still joined at the hip, unwilling to separate.
There was nowhere else you’d rather be.