my back arched like a cat, my position couldn't stop you were hitting it / steve harrington
Two large hands spread across the stretch of your ass, thumbs pulling apart the soft skin of your inner thighs with your face planted into the sheets and back arched real pretty for him while a tongue laps messily at your clit, that’s how Steve likes to eat your pussy.
He loves when you get his face all wet like this. There’s so much spit that it drips down onto the bed in clear, thin strings, so much so that he can’t tell if it’s from his mouth or your pussy. And every once in a while he gathers your wetness and his saliva into his mouth only to spit it back onto your clit, intentionally switching between sucking it and tongue-fucking your hole.
“Fuck, Steve, just like that,”
He sucks on it teasingly and flicks it between his teeth, just to get a rise out of you; grinding his hard-on into the mattress with each deep moan that rumbles your chest and gripping your ass so tightly that it leaves deep-colored crescent marks on the flesh, groaning at the sweet taste of your arousal on his buds with his pointed nose buried between the slick, puffy folds of your cunt as he deeply inhales the headiness of your scent. Hips moving back on their own accord to near themselves closer to the source of your pleasure, damn near smothering him in the process. He loved getting you like this.
“Steve!”
“Shut up,” his lips pop from your bud with a wet slick sound, already missing the sensation his tongue provides, writhing against the sheets and hole fluttering as he rises to his full height behind you. “C’mere.” Using those same hands to roughly pull you to the edge of the bed by the hips so your legs dangle at the border, towering over your fully naked form as he takes his aching cock that he neglected in favor of satisfying you first with his left hand. The free one leaves a chilling sensation down your spine as he spreads the fat of your puffy lips, alternating between swirling and just barely dipping his thumb past your entrance. Replacing it with the hard bulge of his length at your opening and eyes flickering up to your trembling figure when you abruptly hiss, slowly gliding it through your slit and getting it wet enough to tease you as if he’s about to put it in, pulling back each time you try to press him in yourself.
“Calm down,” he warns you once, going back to examining your cunt before he brings his palm down on your ass harshly in a slap that makes you cry out. “I said calm down.”
He adored how beautiful you looked in this position: tits pressed firm against your chest while you tried your best to back up against his dick into that cute fucking arch of yours and arms reaching out in front of you as hard as you could in an almost cat-like pose. And your ass, he doesn’t think couldn’t even begin to phrase how round and perky it was when he had you on all fours.
But if he was being real, he really just liked the way your pussy looked. Two pretty, drooly lips that squished around the swollen bud that peeked in the center and a tiny little hole he could barely fit his dick in, and how beat up and bruised it looked after he was finished with you, all puffy and red from fucking you so rough. It was perfect.
Your patience level starts to run low in result of his dazed admiration mistaken for constant vexatious teasing— prim brows pinched at the middle and words flying out snappy and demanding as your arch presses deeper. “Hurry up, you’re taking too long,”
Steve doesn’t like that one bit. Hand sliding from the opening of your cunt all the way up to your freshly styled tresses that you had just gotten done by your stylist a few days back, knotting itself through your strands and yanking you up in one swift movement. You’d moan out a complaint about him messing up your hair if you weren’t so eager for him to shove his dick inside you.
“The fuck do you think you’re rushing? You know I can leave you here, right?”
His words turn hard and rigid at your insolence and you know he’s not playing with you at all, but you don’t seem to care about anything in that pretty little head of yours except for one thing. Lip slightly tugging between your teeth, angelic eyes pleading up at him over your shoulder with hearts dancing in your pupils and hips jutting out as you shamelessly beg. “Gimme, I want it,” tone whiny but alluring all the same, and it makes his dick hard.
“Not gonna give you shit if you keep runnin’ that mouth.” he heeds you no warning before his fat tip is stretching out the opening of your pussy and slamming into you at full force, releasing your hair and letting you plant face-first into the sheets as he begins to pound you into the mattress.
“Don’t know when to shut the fuck up,” five fingers hook behind your nape while the rest grip roughly at the side of your hip, eyes fluttering and chest palpitating from choked cries while you fail miserably to control your breathing.
“S-Shit,”
His fingers move from your nape to wrap around your throat and you lose your mind when you feel him plunge deeper, feeling the head of him just a couple centimeters shy from your cervix just as he promptly tilts your neck upward, forcing you onto your hands with a whine.
The fibers of your muscles feel sore and your legs turn to jelly, practically vibrating whenever Steve urges you back into him. The walls of your cunt clamping down on his length as you finally reach the soft hairs at his base, and a soft fuck comes to life from his lips watching you grip the sheets for dear life with weak moans and pleads leaving your pretty mouth. You’ve always been a lazy lover, laying on your back and doing the bare minimum by letting your boyfriend take care of all the hard work, never having to worry about anything but being his good slut and taking his dick.
Unfortunately for you, Steve has a low tolerance for brats and back talk. You know this, why do you always have to go and test him? Making him pull out of you knowing goddamn well he doesn’t want to, letting a wet pop consume the air around you as your hole returns to its shape without the fullness of his cock, watching your head whip around your shoulder once more in frustration and pushing your ass out with need.
“Give it back, fuck me,” you whine. The display of you backing your pussy up on him paired with your words looks and sounds so desperate, and it almost gets him to give in— almost.
“Uh uh, work for that shit.”
A pout befalls your lips, hoping that he’ll take pity on you and give you what you want, “You’re fucking stingy,” you can barely finish your sentence before he’s sliding into you again, brows furrowing and feeling each throb of his thick cock inside your walls.
“And you’re lazy, better move your ass or I guess you’re not gonna cum, princess.” Three whiny sobs get caught up in your chest as you finally decide to move, gradually picking up the pace bit by bit until you’re slamming back into him hard. So hard that you almost make Steve stutter back a couple of steps despite his stature and build, so hard that you feel each sweet kiss that his cock delivers to your cervix when you go all the down on him like he instructs you to.
“Faster, baby,” your eyes disappear into your skull and you mindlessly allow the drool you were so desperately trying to hold back to drip down your chin and the corners of your mouth, tits bouncing while you focus on fucking yourself on your boyfriend’s cock. You feel lust-dazed, and you’re almost positive you probably look crazy right now but you don’t care, you just need to cum. Steve doesn’t care either, too mesmerized with the way you coat every vein on his length with cream and slick, lips halfway parted and groaning out curses with a steady hand sitting at the bottom of your waist to keep himself level-headed, trying to convince himself you’re not fucking him as stupid as you’re fucking yourself as he watches your ass bounce and ripple each time you meet him. “Steve, you’re so - fuck,” senseless babbles spill out of you and it eggs him on even more than before, subconsciously narrowing his thick brows in concentration as his other hand finds your waist so he can fuck you harder, faster, rougher.
It’s too much, all of him is too much to handle all at once; Steve’s going too fast and he’s in too deep, and your cunt rejects him. It fucking rejects him.
Your walls tighten at the same time you attempt to pull back, run from his dick. But how wet you are doesn’t seem to aid you in efforts, only allowing him to sink into you further.
“Stop tryin’ to push me out, open.” The words barely manage to make it past his sharp gritted teeth, voice commanding and you somehow clench around his shaft impossibly tighter.
You shake your head. “Can’t, fuck, I can’t—”
“Why not?”
It’s a genuine question though you both know the answer, still, he wants to hear you say it.
Your mind pictures the spot where your mons meets the soft plush at the bottom of your abdomen and the huge rounded bump that’s formed, that’s where Steve is.
“You’re in my tummy, Steve.”
Do you really think he gives a fuck? Surely not.
It was safe to say you loved getting fucked by your boyfriend like this, it was maybe even your favorite position for him to put you in. Given there were many times you’d act all bratty like you can’t take it, claiming that he’s ‘fucking you too good’ and that you ‘can’t take it,’ or whatever other kind of shit flies out of your mouth when your drunk on his cock but you always wanted it in the end. Because when Steve fucks you from the back he fucks you hard. And not only does he fuck you hard, he fucks you dumb. He leaves you sore for days sometimes, even making you walk and talk funny when he gives it to you really rough, and it never fails to have you coming back for more.
“Open,” his callous tone drips with warning and he slightly presses forward, not caring about the adorable pleading look you give him before he’s giving you a sweet thrust past the resistance of your cunt that makes you yelp, “Open.”
You pout and sniffle before you finally let him in again, relaxing your walls, his pace increases and his hips never falter and you allow him to bully his fat cock into your cunt, meeting his thrusts halfway and trying to fuck him back just as hard.
The sounds he makes from pounding into your little cunt are almost as loud as you, both of them suffocating the air with nasty schlicks and squelches as you gush around him, wetting his balls and entire lower abdomen in your juices.
“Mm, so deep baby,” a fucked out, dopey smile possesses your pretty features that Steve returns, his cock pulsing at the way it twists into a lust-drunk one and how you tighten when his thumb presses into your other hole all the way down to the first knuckle. He coos to you, totally in love with the way your cunt swallows him whole, “Yeah, you like that shit don’t you?"
You look like a whore. And he has half a mind to break out the old camcorder and film the entire thing, make you a real star. Mouth covered in spit, eyes brimming with salty tears and cheeks flushed and puffy from the ones that already managed to slide down them, nodding your head mindlessly with the guidance of his firm grasp on your chin like a braindead slut. “Yeah, I do Steve... - f-uck!,” the tips of your nails bite into the thin clean linen, knuckles losing color from how hard your fists clench, high coiling deep in the bottom of your stomach.
You feel yourself being pulled up as you near closer, a gasp sucking air into your lungs as your back sits flush with Steves’s hard chest, giving him free rein to pry your drool coated lips open with his thumb and forefinger. “Get that fuckin’ tongue out, show me,” his grey eyes bore down into yours with hunger when you obey him, lolling the pink flesh out with an “Ah,” that vibrates the base of your throat through hazy lids already knowing what to expect next, greedily accepting the thin line of spit that falls onto your tongue.
He hits your sweet spot with each brutal stab of his dick into your poor little pussy like a mad man, leaving you a sobbing, incoherent mess below him. He hovers over you, the tendons in his biceps bulge tautly and the muscles that house the immense cross tattoo on his back flex, making your eyes roll past your lids every time his heavy balls slap your clit and crying out for him to fuck you harder— as if that’s impossible.
Breathing labored and picking up by the second as your tight cunt sucks him in and brings him closer and closer to his own orgasm. You barely make out a squeak. “…Steve...” The flesh of your ass stings and you cry, really cry when his palm connects with the skin in a harsh slap.
“What darling? You gonna cum? .” he bites through his teeth, driving himself into you with all the strength he has.
“S-Steve!”
Better.
Everything around you goes black. You cum with a loud cry and your body wracks with multiple sobs, spasming around him and wetting the inner flesh of your thighs along with his pelvis as you squirt, head bleary and slurring your words, hand quickly reaching down to rub fervent and messy circles into your throbbing clit. “Cumming, cumming, cu— cuh- ming!”
Steve doesn’t stop. Even after you cum, still stretching out the plush lips of your cunt with his fat cock whenever he consciously decides to jam himself into you, deaf to the incessant moans floating through his ears as he continues to make you squirt on him in buckets.
Holy fucking shit.
He only stops his merciless thrusts when it’s time for him to cum, the slaps of skin connecting with skin dying when he pulls out to throw his head back and angrily fist his cock, grunting and groaning over your limp form as thick white spurts of his hot cum paint your ass. He intentionally aims some of it at your pussy, hissing while sliding the warm liquid between your puffy folds with the aching head, collecting a huge glob of it and burying inside your abused hole with a whine.
The room spins around you and he lets you come down, feeling the warmth of his lips trail in sweet kisses up your spine that glistens with a thin layer of sweat all the way to the crook of your neck and that’s when you feel it. How your bones and back aches, keening into the fabric underneath you when you finally snap back to reality.
“Nnngh, I think you broke my fucking back,” you complain and hear the steps of your boyfriend descending into the bathroom, presumably to get a towel as he leaves you in the exact same position he just fucked you in. Hole fluttering, nerves twitching and breathing still erratic. “You’re just a crybaby,” he returns with the wet rag in hand, shivering a bit when you notice he used cold instead of warm water again to wipe his cum off of you.
A hum vibrates your chest, “Baby run me a bath please,”
you feel a lazy grin tug at the corners of your mouth when you hear the loud splashes of the bathtub filling up. Simp. He retrieves you after a few minutes, picking you up and carrying your tired body into the adjoined room bridal style before he settles you both into the tub.
Not even five minutes have passed by and you’re already up to your shenanigans again. Giggling at his lame jokes, letting him playfully squeeze your tits under the sweet-scented essential oil and bubble infused bathwater and grinding your ass into his lap.
“Baby…” you trail off, innocently running your fingers along the skin of his knee.
“Hm?”
“…Can we fuck again?”
His brows draw together in slight skepticism, “Again? We just fucked, greedy ass.”
“I wanna fuck again though, and don’t call me greedy.” You splash a bit of the water at him, pulling a tiny chortle from him at your faux annoyance.
He’s in love with you.
I REALLY HOPE U GUYS LIKE THIS!! IDK IF THIS SUITED HIM BUT IN MY MIND IT DID SJJFJF
so like i was saying, eddie loves cream pie.. yeah. he likes watching it seep and leak out of you, he likes licking it out of you, he’s so filthy his stick his tongue out and show you. he loves fucking his cum back into you so none of it comes out, he loves fucking you with his fingers right after, and sticking his fingers n your mouth so you can taste it. or right after licking it out of you he’ll kiss you so you can taste it. or maybe he holds the pad of his finger to your whole, “don’t want none of me slipping out, right?” yeah… so anyways
tbfh i love when people will headcanon characters as being of their culture and then draw little comics of them participating in traditions that the artist is clearly intimately familiar with. like YESSS share your personal cultural experiences with me through the blorbos!!! i love to see it!!!!!!!
steve and robin taking turns fucking you as they banter over movies and the latest development of the upside down (knowing you’re too high on euphoria to be paying any attention). steve with his slender, pretty cock, fucking you gently and caressing your body. he squeezes your neck lightly to get you to gaze up at him as you cum together. robin with her fat, thick strap on, fucking you relentlessly like it’s for the first time, every time. she kisses you harshly like she’s never kissed anyone before while you moan into her mouth, riding out your high.
lessons learned {steve harrington x f!reader & robin buckley x f!reader}
Summary: Oblivious Steve, for some weird reason, refuses to believe you're not a virgin, so you play along. This is 3 times he's almost caught you in the lie and 1 time he did. 5.5k words
A/N: I gotta warn y'all, this is pure fucking filth. This is nothing other than an excuse to write the some of the most self serving, filthy fanfic out there. There is also very brief Hopper x Reader in this. Also, I am not changing Robin's sexuality! Steve and Robin do not interact sexually in this (you're in between them ;) ).
Warnings: Brief mention of smoking weed and drinking, masturbation, oral sex, fingering, penetrative sex... use your imagination :)
You breathed deeply as you ran your hands over your clothed center. Your fingers came back damp, your panties already soaked through without you even having touched yourself. God, Steve made you crazy. You quickly thought through all the cards in your Rolodex, trying to think of someone that would come quickly to take care of you, but the sight of Steve, shirtless and sweaty, mowing the lawn across the street quickly banished any thought of getting someone else involved. You needed it dirty, and you needed it now.
You whimpered quietly as you watched sweat drip down Steve’s strong back, and began rubbing yourself firmly over your panties. You loved this part, the anticipation and the carnal need, how dirty it was to be so desperate you couldn’t even bother pulling your clothes off.
Your eyes quickly slipped shut as you imagined running your soaked pussy over Steve’s chest, getting yourself off while all he could do was watch helplessly, whining as his hips rutted into the air fruitlessly.
You picked up the pace, moaning wantonly now as you shifted and rammed yourself onto the corner of the couch cushion. The couch creaked quietly as you rocked your hips back and forth over the firm seam, and your moans got breathier as the heat in your lower belly pooled. You were sure there was a new stain on the couch you would have to deal with later, but right now, all you could worry about was how Steve would sound when he—
“(Y/N)?” you heard Steve call, the door creaking open simultaneously.
Frantically, you flipped over, fixing your panties and sitting squarely over what you were sure was a very noticeable wet spot on the couch.
“Yeah?” you answered, your voice wrecked and breathy. “In here.”
Steve came into the room, shirt replaced, though his sweaty hair was enough to make your neglected core ache.
Steve wrinkled his nose. “It smells like sex in here.”
You chuckled nervously, trying your very best not to wiggle yourself against the couch again. He needed to leave. Now.
“I wonder why,” you replied nonchalantly, turning your attention to the TV that you forgot had been on.
Steve laughed, saying, “Yeah, you’re right. I mean, it’s just the 20 year old virgin home alone. Not like anything crazy would be going on.”
That was another thing. Steve, completely without basis, was convinced you had never had sex in your life. You were also pretty sure that he didn’t know girls got themselves off. He couldn’t be more wrong. You knew you were the town slut, and you took pride in that title. You just knew how to keep your business to yourself. If he knew some of the people you had slept with, his limp, sweaty hair would curl into ringlets. He was just so oblivious that he never picked up on any of it.
You just chuckled drily and shook your head, not confirming, but not denying.
———
You were so warm, and so turned on, and not exactly sure how you wound up in this situation. You could hear Hopper’s voice in your ear, egging you on as you whimpered and made a mess of his uniform pants.
You vaguely remember seeing him at the bar, neither one of you drunk enough to really enjoy the atmosphere. You were too blissed out to be sure how you made it to his car, but you didn’t care at all, because just then Hopper started bouncing his leg, mumbling a deep “Good girl,” in your ear before you came, trembling, and soaking his pants through to the skin.
He didn’t let up, slipping his hands under your skirt and easily slipping two thick fingers into you, making you see stars with how sensitive you were. You let out a wrecked moan, already feeling another orgasm building as his fingers brushed up against every electric point inside you.
“Please,” you whimpered in the chief’s ear, before he roughly undid his belt and pulled out his dick (which was so large and looked so delicious, all you could manage was an open-mouthed keen). Without thinking twice, you seated yourself on him and let out a loud moan, your voice cracking.
Please let this be a long night, you thought.
The next morning, you found yourself in his car again, only this time in the passenger seat. Once Hopper pulled up to your place, you quickly thanked him for the ride, giving him a smile and pat on the thigh (god those thighs, that not even 30 minutes prior you had gotten incredibly messy yet again) before hopping out of his Hawkins PD station wagon, adjusting your gait as you walked. What? He was a large man.
I must have famously bad luck, you thought, as you noticed Steve sitting on the porch of the small house you two shared. His brow was drawn into a tight, worried expression as he stood up to meet you at the front door.
“Hey, what happened? Why did you not come home? Why is the Chief dropping you off?” He asked, rapid-fire.
You sighed, turning to face Steve. You decided on a half-truth.
“Relax, I just went out last night and spent the night on that side of town. He offered me a ride when I told him where I was going,” you said.
Steve squinted at you before nodding reluctantly.
“Just call next time. If I didn’t know you any better, I would’ve thought you were out having a one-night stand,” he chuckled.
Your face reddened at the thought of last night's activities, and you awkwardly chuckled, which Steve thankfully took as embarrassment rather than guilt.
You weren’t sure exactly why you didn’t want Steve to know that you slept around. In fact, given the opportunity, you would gladly take that man to bed as much as he wanted. It just felt like a separate sphere of life, one that might change your relationship with him. He was a really great friend and a cool dude, but he was raised by traditional parents, and you weren’t sure how he might react to finding out that sex was your favorite pasttime. Plus, the company you kept wasn’t exactly the most traditional either, if you thought to last night with Hopper. And a few nights ago with Robin. And last week with Karen Wheeler.
Steve just thumped you on the back and said, “Glad you’re good.”
———
Robin had to be your favorite person to sleep with, you thought idly as you watched her spin the bottle across the circle from you.
Okay, you were a little drunk. But sadly, you were a horny drunk, and the way Robin was pulling her bottom lip between her teeth right now made you want to drag her into another room and make her forget her name. You shifted slightly in place at the thought.
You and Robin were two peas in a pod. She was your best friend, along with Steve, only she knew more details of your private life and frequently participated in it. Being best friends made it even better, as you could basically sleep with her whenever either of you wanted. All it took was a certain glance at a sleepover and you’d be coaxing orgasms out of each other till dawn.
As much as you wanted this night to be the same, Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve had joined the party, booze and pizza in tow. After a few drinks, someone (read: Steve) wanted to play truth or dare to “spice things up.”
Right out the gate, the game was promising to be either unbearable or incredibly fun. The first question, directed to Jonathan and asked by Robin, had been if he’d slept with anyone other than Nancy. Both of their faces red, Jonathan had mumbled a quick “no,” before quickly turning to Steve and asked him who his favorite kiss was. It was then Steve’s turn to blush deeply, eyes flicking over to Nancy briefly before he answered, “Tammy Thompson,” which everyone knew was a bald-faced lie.
Many rounds later, everyone was pleasantly drunk and the questions slowly turned more salacious, leaving them all flushed and hot under the collar. Steve had popped open his shirt nearly down to his stomach, and you were having a hard time not staring at his chest and barely containing your drool.
“(Y/N),” Steve sang, turning to you. You swallowed drily, blushing furiously as you looked up from his chest.
“Hmm?” you replied. “My turn?”
“Your turn,” Steve confirmed, eyes flicking curiously over your face. He settled at your eyes and grinned.
“If you could lose your virginity to anyone in this room, who would it be?” he asked.
Immediately, everyone else in the room pulled a confused face. Robin’s head snapped around to look at you so quickly, you worried she was going to hurt herself. She had a deeply confused frown on her face, no doubt thinking of the previous night, which was anything but virginal.
Nancy had a similar look on her face. You and she had never really slept together, but in freshman year of high school you had taught her to masturbate with a, erm—hands-on approach. She was no doubt remembering the same when she cocked her head at you in silent question.
You had never done anything with Jonathan, but even he seemed privy to more details of your private life than Steve. He looked over at Nancy questioningly, attempting to draw an answer out of her.
Steve was clueless to their expressions, though, as he looked over at you with a grin, thinking he had pinned you down in a revealing question.
Nancy started to open her mouth, seemingly to protest Steve’s assumption, but you cut her off with a gentle look.
“Who says I haven’t, Harrington?” you teased lightly.
Steve rolled his eyes, huffing a breath. “Yeah, right. Miss prude having sex? I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Robin barely suppressed a snort, covering it up with a cough when Steve looked over at her curiously.
You sighed. At this point, he would be clueless forever.
———
It had been two weeks since you and Robin had sex. Between late shifts at work and visiting family out of town and Steve never giving you a chance to breathe, you hadn’t gotten a chance to do anything together.
Tonight would change that.
You and Robin were on very clear terms on what your friendship meant. You two were truly a testament to successful friends with benefits. You were able to hang out normally without it being weird or either of you expecting sex. She truly was your best friend, even without the fucking.
But, oh my god was the fucking amazing. And you did it kind of a lot. It started very stereotypically, honestly. Probably just like every lesbian friends with benefits situation out there.
First, it had been practice kissing when you were both 16. Then it just turned into a few makeout sessions. It was exactly the kind of cute, awkward making out every teenager does. After that though, you stopped anything non-platonic for a few years when Robin had an outrageous crush on some girl from work.
It had been when you were both 19, on a hot summer’s day. The heat was making you horny out of your mind, and Robin wasn’t taking the hint to leave so you could fuck your brains out with the toy under your mattress. Turns out you hadn’t had to. Robin had nervously said it was too hot and she was going to take her top off. Half a joint and a broken fan later, both of you just were down to panties, playing a glorified game of chicken. You had tried not to notice how soaked you both were, just in case you were misunderstanding, but eventually Robin made the first move.
“I’ve always wanted to suck on some tits,” she had said finally, seeming fed up with your inability to make a move. She scooted forward on the couch, clenching her thighs conspicuously.
Fucking Christ, finally, you had thought, before saying, “Good thing, because I’ve always wanted you to suck my tits.”
Robin had chuckled then, a smile lighting up her eyes as she leaned in. The rest is pretty much history (in your eyes, anyway).
Tonight, Robin was coming over and Steve was going to be out for the night. You were both very clear that you would be spending the night doing just about anything other than sleeping. You had laid out some weed (nothing too crazy; you still needed to be sober enough) on the coffee table, along with snacks and water. You had put down blankets and pillows all over the living room floor because you two had a tendency not to make it to your bedroom, and it was just more comfortable to be prepared.
You knew you were doing a lot, but sex had become a big part of your friendship with Robin. Even non-romantically, you wanted to treat it with reverence because she was important to you.
As soon as Robin called to let you know that she was about to leave her house, you turned on the TV to some random movie and started rolling joints. As soon as you finished the second one, Robin let herself in.
“Mmm, smells like weed in here!” she called from the entrance.
You laughed, “In here! I just finished rolling.”
Robin came barreling into the room, her presence larger than life and her smile equally so. She unceremoniously dropped her bag on the ground and flopped on the couch next to you, just about as close as humanly possible.
“Hi,” she smiled, reaching for the joint.
“Hi,” you replied, bypassing her hand and placing the joint in her mouth yourself, fingers brushing her lips. She sucked in a sharp breath at the touch.
You flicked the lighter, putting the flame up to the joint and watching it light, spirals of white smoke immediately floating through the room. Robin took a long pull from it, before passing it to you, placing it gently on your lips the same way you had.
Time passed slowly as you passed the joint back and forth like that, until you were just high enough for every touch to feel incredibly pleasurable.
Eyelids just slightly heavy, you took the joint and said, “Let’s shotgun this one.”
Robin smiled lightly, immediately nodding and leaning in. You took a long pull from the joint, letting it settle in your mouth. Then, you slowly leaned in and breathed it into Robin’s mouth as she inhaled.
Your lips brushed softly, and you dropped the pretense, abandoning the shotgun only halfway through the hit. You surged the little bit of distance further and claimed her lips with your own, sighing into her mouth almost immediately.
Her kiss, as always, was electric. As much as you loved sex, kissing was a whole other world. The soft slide of Robin’s lips against your own, the taste of her chapstick, the little noises that escaped both your mouths, the insistence with which you both leaned into each other—it was all intoxicating. You took Robin’s bottom lip between your own, sucking into your mouth and pulling before letting it pop back into place. Robin whimpered, pulling you flush against her, and exhaled against your mouth, her tongue teasing your lips. You gladly reciprocated, running your tongue against her bottom lip as you tangled your fingers in her hair.
After what might have been hours of mindless making out, the intoxicating slide of swollen lips over each other, and endlessly wandering hands, you became acutely aware of the rest of Robin’s body. Your core was practically dripping onto the couch through your sweatpants.
Robin was wearing a ribbed tank top with seemingly nothing underneath, if the color and peak of her nipples through the shirt were to tell you anything. You moaned at the sight, diving down and mouthing at her tits through the fabric. Robin let out a gasp, arching into your mouth as you progressively got her tank wetter. You barely came up for air, reveling in the light mewls that escaped her mouth as you continued your ministrations.
“(Y/N),” Robin moaned, scrabbling at your clothing, trying to find purchase to get you closer to her. You pushed her down onto the couch, a whine escaping her as you briefly separated from her chest to take another hit off the joint.
“Shhhh,” you said, gently easing your knee between her thighs and lifting her tank for direct contact with her nipples. Robin moaned as she ground herself against your knee. You smiled, latching back onto her nipple and increasing the volume of her moans tenfold. It was moments like these that made you so glad you no longer lived in an apartment.
It took you about 30 seconds to notice Steve in the doorway.
You looked up from Robin’s chest, and there he was, eyes wide and frozen in place. You slowly lifted off Robin, who whined at the loss before noticing Steve, as well.
It was like a stare-off between the three of you, you and Robin slowly inching away from each other while Steve stood there with a completely bewildered look on his face.
“Since when do you fuck?” he asked, voice disbelieving.
You blinked. “Since, like, 16, Steve.”
Steve’s jaw dropped impossibly lower. “And since when do you fuck girls?”
“Since 16,” you answered drily.
“And since when do you fuck Robin?!” he nearly yelled.
“Like all the time since nearly 2 years ago,” Robin piped in, clearly enjoying the scene in front of her.
“And how do you get her to moan like that?” Steve said, voice cracking as he looked between the two of you.
You paused.
“Girls don’t moan when you fuck them?” you asked.
Steve sighed, almost a whine, as he pulled his fingers through his hair. He was really flushed, you noticed.
“I mean, a little, but not like that. Not like they want it so bad,” he muttered.
“Everyone reacts differently, Steve. It’s not really a guarantee that everyone moans like I do,” Robin said, barely bothering to cover herself.
Steve laughed mirthlessly. “I promise you, I have never had a girl react like that to me.”
You clucked lightly, turning toward Robin. “Isn’t he supposed to be the sex god of Hawkins?”
“I am!” Steve protested. “It’s just—I’ve never done anything like that.”
You smiled lightly. “It’s okay, Steve. Girls just know each other’s bodies better. Speaking of which, you said you wouldn’t be home tonight. And I still want to capitalize on that time,” you said, raising your eyebrows to get him to take a hint. At the same time, Robin shifted into your lap, smiling over her shoulder at Steve, making the same face as you.
For a minute, Steve was glued there. You could hear his heavy breathing, and you could see his flushed face and how his eyes darted between you and Robin, mentally mapping everything he saw. Holy shit. He was turned on.
Your gaze flicked toward Robin, who was obviously noticing the same thing. When she turned back to you, you quirked an eyebrow in silent conversation.
You saw Robin realize what you were asking and turn it over in her head.
“Could be hot,” she whispered to you. You nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly.
Robin squinted at both of you. Then, she smiled and said, “As long as he doesn’t, like, fuck me or anything. I’m still a lesbian.”
You nodded, grinning wolfishly. You turned to look at Steve, who was still glued to his spot, looking between the two of you confusedly. You laid on the charm.
“I can… teach you,” you suggested casually, as if you didn’t want to take the two of them at the same time more than anything in the world. “You know… how to make girls moan like that.” Steve’s jaw dropped, but he stayed there.
“But, I know you’re a visual learner, so you have to come over here,” you prompted, wiggling impatiently against the seam of your sweatpants.
Steve seemed to snap out of it quickly, grinning as he made his way over to the couch and sitting next to you on the floor.
“Let’s start with the basics,” you said, leaning down and flicking your tongue over Robin’s nipple, eliciting a startled gasp. Steve took a ragged breath. “What do you typically do?”
Steve’s eyes were locked on your tongue as it danced over Robin’s tits, waiting for his response.
“I, um… typically start with kissing. You know, making out. Running my hands over her body. Then once she seems like she’s, uh, ready… I’ll put my hand down her pants,” Steve started.
You and Robin’s eyes both snapped to him. He noticed, furrowing his brow looking between you two.
“What? What is it?” he asked, frowning.
“There’s your first problem,” Robin said.
You nodded. “Steve, girls are very different from guys when it comes to pleasure. For most guys, it’s literally like a switch. You’re turned on, and all you have to do is pull on your dick.”
You shifted, simultaneously running your hands over Robin’s naked torso while talking to Steve. Robin let out a little shudder.
“You see,” you continued, “women are like… running a warm bath. You can’t just start the faucet and put the plug in, or you’re going to end up with just a lukewarm bath. You have to let the tap run, let it heat up, so that you get a hot bath. Women are like that. You have to get them sufficiently warmed up so that they really enjoy it.”
While you were talking, Robin wiggled under your hands, trying to maneuver them where she wanted them most. She let out little whines when your fingers trailed over her nipples.
“You see?” you asked, turning to Steve. He nodded, completely in the zone, his eyes mapping the movements of your hands and flickering up to Robin’s face to revel in her pleasure. Robin laughed lightly when their eyes met.
“Focus on (Y/N), Harrington,” Robin joked. Steve let out a shy chuckle, turning back to you.
“Good. Now try on me,” you said, pausing your ministrations on Robin momentarily to tug off your small top. Your tits puckered in the open air. Steve’s mouth was open as he drank in the sight of them.
He reached out and grabbed your waist. He dragged his fingers across your skin with an expertise you weren’t expecting. You shuddered as his fingers trailed on the swell of your underboob, letting your eyes slip shut as his touch ran over a nipple.
After a minute or so of you and Robin breathing heavily as hands ran across your bodies, you said, “Good. Hold on.”
Steve’s hands left your body and your eyes opened again. You continued running your hands over Robin, going lower and lower with each pass. In between words, you sucked at her nipples, earning a low moan every time.
“What do you do when you’re in her pants?” you said.
“I rub around a little bit. You know, the clit or whatever. Then I’ll typically finger her for a few minutes until we fuck,” Steve said, his voice cracking.
You shook your head and sighed, “Wrong again, Steve-O. The vast majority of girls don’t get off from fucking. They need their clit played with to come. If they’re not moaning like Robin was, you’re just not giving them what they need, which is pretty constant clit stimulation. Like this.”
You pushed your hand against Robin’s shorts over the spot you knew she liked. She let out a sudden moan, long and low, at something finally connecting with her clit. You rubbed slow and hard over that spot, torn between watching Robin’s face, screwed up and moaning, and Steve’s face, flushed a deep red and nearly panting at the sight.
You grew impatient at the instruction, just wanting to fuck either one of them until you got off several times. Robin’s shorts got pulled down rather roughly as a result.
She let out a broken yell as you buried your face in her cunt, lapping at her clit mercilessly. Steve let out a choked off grunt at the sight. You repositioned yourself and raised your ass in the air in front of him, breaking away from your favorite feast for just a second to murmur, “Do what I’m doing.”
Steve leapt at the permission, pulling your sweatpants down to reveal a glistening and already soaked pussy and inner thighs.
You were surprised when he licked at your thighs and lips first, seemingly cleaning up the mess you made of yourself. You moaned deep into Robin’s center at the feeling, who in turn let out a surprised yell at the vibrations. You switched to sucking Robin’s clit and quickly lifted your hand to tease her entrance, egged on by both people on either end of you.
You slipped a finger into Robin, shallow and curled upward, stroking the spot inside her you knew would make her legs start to shake as Steve finally licked a hot stripe through your folds, his tongue probing for your clit.
“D-down a little,” you managed to say as Robin’s hands tightly gripped your hair, her moans getting progressively louder as you turned your head to the side for a new angle.
Steve found what he was looking for and licked at it relentlessly, inspiring heavy moans of your own to reverberate through Robin’s core.
The three of you continued like that for a few minutes more, the room steadily filling with wet sounds of mouth against cunt and increasingly loud and breathy moans.
Steve was a quick learner, you had to admit. His onslaught of tongue and lips against you had your knees getting weak under you, but he grabbed your hips and hoisted them higher, granting him better access.
Surprisingly, you felt an orgasm building quicker than you would have expected. Steve took your clit into his mouth, lips pursed to suck, and gave a long pull, simultaneously easing two fingers in your soaked hole. You keened against Robin, heat pooling unbearably in your lower belly, and slipped two more fingers into her. Her walls clamped down around your hand, and she threw her head back in pants as she chanted, “Close, close, I’m so close, please (Y/N), fuck, please please please—”
You didn’t stop, didn’t relent, continuing your ministrations against her until you felt her walls clamp and flutter around your fingers and she let out a loud, high-pitched moan, sure to wake the neighbors. You worked her through it, stroking against her favorite spot inside and lightly licking her clit. Robin continued moaning, practically on the verge of yelling, as she pinched and rolled her nipples through her fingers until she was completely spent, limp against the couch cushions.
You had felt Steve stop momentarily as he watched Robin finish with awe. His fingers had stilled inside you, and you let out a frustrated growl, pushing back against him.
“Lesson number 3, Steve. When a girl tells you she’s close, you don’t slow down, you don’t speed up, you keep doing exactly what you’re doing, even if it kills you,” you said, flipping over onto your back and breaking him out of his trance. You reclined against Robin’s naked body, feeling her heave under you as Steve dipped his head back down to your center.
What he had lacked in knowledge, he made up for in enthusiasm. It was clear to you that while he may not have known exactly how to make a girl scream, he had certainly tried. Now, with that enthusiasm and new instruction imparted upon him, he was unstoppable. He lapped at your clit relentlessly, stroking at a spot inside you that made your toes curl and he ripped a truly embarrassing moan out of your mouth.
Robin, now recovered, pulled your hair out of the way and turned your head toward her, pulling you into a hot, open-mouthed kiss. You whimpered into her mouth as you felt yourself approaching the edge.
The sight below you only served to egg you on. Steve was absolutely buried in your pussy, his whole lower face glistening with your juices. He was whimpering lightly, too, gently fucking into the couch through his jeans.
“Stevie, Steve, oh my god,” you breathed, fisting your fingers through his hair. “I’m almost there, please, fuck, please keep going.”
He continued his exact motions, moaning into you at the sound of your voice.
With a high-pitched keen, you fell over the edge, clamping your thighs around his ears. You screwed your eyes shut, fucking up into Steve’s face to prolong the feeling, with Robin behind you sucking bruises into your neck. She reached around and pushed two fingers into your mouth, trying to quiet your ear-piercing moans. You gleefully licked and sucked around them, using the action as an outlet as your orgasm surged through you still.
Once you had come down, panting heavily as Steve nuzzled your inner thighs, you wasted no time in dragging him up to your face and taking his mouth in a bruising kiss. He moaned into your mouth as you deftly undid his belt.
It was honestly impressive, the speed with which you got his pants off and took him in your hand, pumping quickly as you lined him up with your entrance.
“Go on,” you whispered in his ear sweetly. “If you ask nicely, I’m sure Robin will help you get another one out of me.”
Steve groaned as he pushed into you, the intrusion familiar and welcome and making you moan loudly.
“Please,” he breathed, his eyes squeezed shut. “Robin, please.”
Robin chuckled breathlessly, nodding as she brought her hands around your front, rubbing in firm, tight circles over your clit, exactly how she knew you liked it. Underneath you, you could feel her doing the same to herself, trying to bring herself off at the same time as you and Steve.
You knew none of you would last long as Steve started thrusting into you earnestly. While Steve may have had a little trouble with foreplay, he sure knew how to use his hips. You moaned wantonly as his thrusts snapped into the most sensitive spots inside you, feeling yourself once again get close to the edge. Both Robin’s hands sped up, and her moans in your ear egged you on. Steve’s breaths turned ragged as his hips started to stutter.
You came first, with a weak tremble as your body eked out the last bits of pleasure it could. You moaned loudly, turning and capturing Robin in a searing kiss as your legs seized and walls clamped onto Steve.
Steve was next, snapping his hips into you with a brusque finality as he gave a vocal grunt, spilling into you and dropping his head on your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair in a manner you hoped was soothing as he panted into your chest.
Robin was last, giving a pleased sigh and kissing up your neck as her free arm tightened around you.
All three of you lay, practically boneless, trying to catch your breath.
“This whole time, I thought you were a virgin,” Steve muttered disbelievingly.
Robin chuckled. “Yeah, you were a little slow on the uptake there, buddy.”
“Sooo…. that morning the Chief drove you home…?” Steve asked, trailing off.
You snorted. “Yes, Steve.”
Steve pulled a face. “And how the hell did you bag Karen Wheeler?”
“Oh, that one’s easy. Ted doesn’t know his head from his ass,” Robin replied, stroking her fingers through your hair.
“And does Nance know you’ve slept with her mother?” Steve teased.
You swatted his arm. “No. And she will never know,” you said threateningly.
Steve propped his chin up on your chest to meet your eyes. You softened, a goofy smile overtaking your face.
“Good lesson?” you asked softly.
Steve rolled his eyes. “If the noises you were making count for anything, I’d say so.” After a pause, “Although, I daresay I could use more practice.”
You suppressed a grin. “You know, you could use more practice. Robin’s still better than you and I’m sure you won’t stand for that.
“I will not, you’re right. Prepare to be overtaken, Buckley,” Steve wagged a finger in her face.
“Count me out, Harrington. This was fun, but I’m still as gay as they come. And don’t you dare go stealing my fuck buddy,” Robin warned, squinting at Steve.
Steve laughed, making eye contact with you. “We’ll have to see about that.”
6 Tips on Writing An Actually Inclusive Reader Insert:
1. Do a ctrl + f search of the colors red and pink. If these colors are being used to describe the reader in any way, delete it.
2. Instead of "blushing", use "goosebumps", "shivers", "avoiding eye contact", etc. It still conveys the same thing, and you can get more creative than just using "blushing" 10,000 times.
3. Don't mention being pale or becoming pale (like, seriously, this is just a given). If you want to talk about the reader looking sick or dying, use "ghastly" or "sunken eyes", etc. Again, this is a great opportunity to be more creative in your language as well as inclusive
4. For body-inclusivity, don't talk about the reader sharing clothes with someone. I personally would not fit into anything that Nancy Wheeler owns, so yeah, let's just not do this
5. Don't mention hair. A lot of us can't just wash our hair and move on with our day. Don't get me started on "running their fingers across their hair". Just refrain from descriptions of styling, washing, and touching the reader's hair.
6. Don't put pictures of pretty, white girls for "aesthetics". It honestly just deters readers, and it's just not inclusive in the slightest
That's it, that's basically all you need to do to be inclusive. I'll admit, as a lighter skin POC writer, some of these did slip my mind when I used to write, but what's important is actually listening to readers and encouraging inclusivity in your writing.
If anyone has any other suggestions, feel free to put your own.
Jason Todd runs Gotham's most active Red Hood Thirst™ account because 1. No one appreciates him enough and 2. Nothing secures your identity as Definitely Not The Guy like publicly tweeting that Red Hood could "crush my skull with his thighs and I wouldn't even care, I'd thank him probably it'd be a privilege to be between them in any capacity" but also 3. He knows NO ONE in the family has the guts to challenge him on this or try it themselves
Tim hates it more than anyone especially because the last thing he wants is to attempt to trawl the depths of Red Robin Internet Thirst ("how the fuck do you read that shit, Todd") and has retaliated by hacking the account to make a "RED HOOD IS OUT, GREEN LANTERN 4 SEXIEST HERO ACTUALLY" post on Jason's account. It stays up for all of 20 minutes, which is the time it takes for Jason to find Tim, and for Dick to stop Jason from strangling him for "ruining my hard fucking work by dragging fucking HAL JORDAN into this you son of a-"
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