I think about having sex with Robin a lot, however given his line of work (and how well he hides it) - his name isn’t exactly public knowledge. it’d be a while into the relationship, teammates working and living together in the respective tower, and eventually forming a romantic bond. our names up until now hadn’t been addressed, let alone mentioned, and sex (though nerve-wracking and clumsy at first) nowadays barely let me form coherent thoughts or sentences with how well, how well he fucked into me. hero names were moaned during the slower parts at first- he loved how i embarrassed i got moaning “Robin” and got off to how shameless i was in the moment. i reeled everytime he let my hero name slip through variations of the word “fuck” when he sunk into me, or was close. but for the most part, pet names and kinkier titles were used in their place, for the sake of our individual anonymity.
it’d happen on a random night, about 2 years into the relationship (still absolutely bonkers crazy about each other as we were initially). the tower was asleep, or in rest; most of the titans lounged in the living room or had retired to their respective rooms, while Robin and i fooled around in his. it’d happen in the early stages of foreplay, lazy hickies, sloppy make outs with intermissions between them, wandering fingers and tongues with no specific purpose. he’d have his chest to my back, and his tongue on my shoulder, my suit unzipped pasted my collarbones, while his ungloved hands -he knows how much i love his hands- rubbing the inside of my thighs, just to create a bit of friction. it’d be there when he’d say
it’d be a surprise, he was the most private of the titans with this piece of information.
“i want to hear you say my name while we have sex. i shouldn’t just be Robin to you. i’m your boyfriend - Dick.”
he’d make a game out of it, of course he would. his competitiveness knew no bounds -he’d eat me raw and stop everytime -out of habit, i’d moan Robin. he’d edge me for hours, knowing that i couldn’t use this new information i had just learned when any coherent thought was broken with his finger shoved in my cunt, or slobber dripping down my clit. he knew, he knew how unfair this was.
he’d stop again, and i’d called him “dick” not Dick as in his name but a dick, for continuously ruining my orgasm. to which he rewarded, i’d call him dick again when he sunk into me, and dick again when he slammed against my cervix, dick when he spank me with no warning, and again when i felt his fingers circling my asshole, and screamed dick when he pulled completely out to slam back into me again.
he was getting what he wanted. and after ruining several of mine, finally rewarded me with mine own, and eventually reaching his, painting my cervix.
we’d be lying there, panting. my face would be in his duvet, cum would be leaking out of me onto the cover (he’d clean it later, he couldn’t care less right now), and i’d be shaking, when i’d weakly call out my own name. and trying to shake his hand politely and give a weak smile, as his cum drips down the backs of my thighs, onto the spank marks. god. what a dick.
wait. bestie- this is actually art...
no bc why is it clenching??? I literally don't have any words this was just fucking amazing and hot
