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leaflessfae · 3 months

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Robin who's fixated on your boobas <3

Pairings: M!Robin and f!pc.

Content: Robin loving your boobies and drinking from them, (slight) bed humping, oral (f!receiving), mention of masturbaiting, they're in loooovee, no fucking, just Robin taking care of you, don't know what else I think that's it. I don't know how to do tags someone teach me NOW

A/N: uh, so this was supposed to be just Robin getting fixated on your boobs and finally succumbing to your wishes of 'drinking from the source', but my hand slipped and now we're here 🫡 enjoy tho hehe. NOT proofread, btw. I just needed to get this out of my system

Robin who couldn't let his mind off drinking from you the moment you suggested it. Although he declined at first, finding it weird, but later at night, he found himself staring in silence at the wall of his room, zoned out and thinking of how nice they looked while you told him to drink from them. Sitting there, looking so pretty while you leaned back for him, only waiting to be sucked on.

He shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut for a second to clear his head as he hears footsteps approaching outside his room. He recognizes the rhythm, turns just in time to see you slip in, and he smiles at once while opening his arms. You jump into his arms and snuggle in, and he almost kisses you hello when he notices your makeup.

"You didn't take off your makeup yet."

"Going out in a bit, love."

"Work?" He asks, eyes softening and lips pouting.

You kiss the pout of his lips, then peck his nose before leaning back and smiling apologetically. "Yeah. Can't sleep here tonight."

"Can't you–"

"Robin." You stop him, and reach to pull his hair back and away from his eyes then drag your hand down to caress his face, "You know I can't."

He sighs through his nose, leaning his face into your touch. His hand moves on top of yours, pressing your palm further to his cheek, and he turns his head slightly to kiss your palm. "Stay safe, then."

"Always."

And then he watches you separate from him with a kiss to the crown of his head then leave his room. Robin can't help the way his eyes naturally drop down to where your top hugs your tits, and he gulps. But before he could say anything (not that he was going to), you've already left.

And it happens again and again, day after day. You apologize for not cuddling with him for the night, going out and working during dark hours. He once asked you where you work and if he could help, to which you responded "Delivery." You lied, then elaborated, "Some people really love eating at night. And no; you stay here and sleep for school. Aren't you gonna tutor me for the days I've missed?"

This quietens him, and he presses his lips together while he nods.

You leave again, and he soon finds himself fisting his cock. The sheets grow damp from where he bites down on them. Mewls and moans leave his throat, quietened down by the pillow he presses to his face as he fucks his fist, mind fixated on the way your boobs looked so perfect when you left today. He wants to bite them, to fondle them, to squeeze them together and to watch your face while pinching your nipples. He wants to suck on them and feel the warm milk flood his taste buds.

For fucks sake, he can't take his mind off of them. And he decides: he wants this, he needs this.

The next day, he recognizes the apologetic smile you give him and he immediately wraps an arm around your waist. Robin pulls you flush against him and closes the door with his other hand while you widen your eyes in shock.

"Robin, I need to–"

"Not today." He says, and the tone he uses is surprisingly assertive; makes you swallow back your words and allow him to drag you back and away from the door. "I miss you." He pouts, sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulling you until you stand between his legs, "so, so much."

You feel his hand at the back of your neck pulling you down until you meet his lips, and you're kissing him back at once, arms snaking around his neck. You pull away with a chuckle, looking down at him, and Robin smiles lovingly up at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling up sweetly. "Hi."

"Hey there." You chirp back, chuckling, "what's up with you today?"

"Can't your boyfriend have some of your time?"

You brush his hair back. "He absolutely can, but–"

"No buts." He's kissing you again, licking your lips and not wasting a second as soon as you part them, lapping lazily at your mouth. He pulls away with hazy eyes, and you feel your legs weaken with the way he practically begs with them. You wonder if he's aware of the effect his eyes have; almost hypnotic, and if he does, then he knows well how to use them. You caress his face, and he turns his head to kiss your finger. "Let me take care of you tonight. Please."

Breath hitching and words balling into a lump in your throat, you know he notices because his pout grows and his eyes plead. Robin doesn't give up, slotting his mouth to your throat and peppering it with kisses, lightly nibbling at your neck while his hands wander and knead around your waist gently until you say yes.

And when you finally mumble a "missing one night won't hurt," he's pouncing. Robin pushes you by the waist to the bed and is hovering over you immediately, lips descending upon yours with so many pent-up emotions.

"Missed you." He whispers in between kisses before starting to kiss along your jaw. You giggle and stroke his hair, pulling him away from your neck to plant your lips on his.

"Missed you too, love." You kiss him again and try to sit up. He doesn't stop you, but doesn't let go of your lips. Robin pulls back just to hook his hands at the hem of your shirt, starts to tug it off but stops midway to ask if this is okay, and when you nod, you don't know how he's got both your shirt and bra off in the blink of an eye.

Robin stares. Transfixed, dazed, and full of admiration at your breasts. His hands slowly make it to them, cupping them ever so gently, and you almost bark a laugh at how in love he looks. You've never seen him like this before.

You laugh at last, shaking them and making them bounce in his hands. "They're just boobs."

"They're your boobs." He raises his head and gives you a look that makes you feel as if you offended him by offending them. "And they're so..." He murmurs, and before you know it, he's kissing them gently, nibbling and sucking lightly at the skin, "Perfect...". You whimper as his fingers suddenly pinch your nipples while his other hand kneads and massages the other boob. He couldn't stop himself from biting into the plush fat, making you yelp in shock, to which he apologizes and kisses the bite mark. That doesn't stop him from biting again and marking your tits with small love bites.

All of this attention on your tits starts making you dizzy, especially with the needy look in Robin's eyes, the heavy flush that paints his ears and cheeks. His mouth inches closer to your nipple, and you're about to remind him that you're lactating and he wouldn't like it–

"I know you are." He shushes you by licking in circles around your nipple, tongue leisurely lapping at the small dribble that poured out when he pinched them earlier, and you only whimper at that. He's not hesitating this time. No, he's been fantasizing about this far too long to hesitate. There's a smile gracing his features before his mouth slots over one of your nipples; makes sure to meet your eyes before giving a light suck. You're immediately moaning, and he takes it as he's doing a good job, and sucks more.

Sweet, creamy milk fills his mouth, and he feels his brain turning into cotton. So foggy the only thing he could think of was how you taste and how perfect you are, how perfect the sensation of your nipple is in his mouth, and how perfect you look when you throw your head back and tangle your fingers in his hair, pushing him further into your chest.

His tongue laps up what he can, intent on not wasting a single drop before he moves to the other breast. Locked in a trance, you glance down, and notice how his hips grind into the mattress, humping it slowly yet with visible need. There's a painful looking bulge straining against his shorts and you can't help but lick your lips.

You stretch out your leg until your foot touches his bulge, and he shudders. Robin's hand shoots down to stop your foot when you start rubbing him through his clothes, and he lets go of your nipple with a pop, licking his lips before shaking his head. "No. Let me take care of you. It's all about you tonight."

"But–"

"I said no buts for tonight." He smiles and gives your tits a light slap, not hard enough to hurt, but just to make them bounce. Leaning down, he licks the trickle left on your skin before starting to move down, kissing along your stomach, navel, and down until he's shimmying you out of your pants to kiss underneath it. He continues slipping them down and sits up to remove them completely before he's down on you again, thumb pressing into your slit through your panties. He swallows visibly, watching your already-soaked panties get more drenched as he dips his thumb further, forefinger pressing lightly onto your clit.

"Robin..." You whine, and he gets the hint, immediately hooking his fingers onto the waistband and getting rid of your panties so quickly. His eyes are glued to your glistening folds, gulping then licking his lips. He descends, and all you can feel is his hot breath fanning your pussy, making you mewl in need.

"I wanna taste you." Robin pants, "please let me taste you."

You don't think you can keep yourself under control anymore. Not with the way he's looking at you, begging to please you with glossy eyes and flushed skin, lips red and swollen. So you whimper and push yourself against his mouth, already grinding. Robin clutches your hips, fingers rubbing circles into the flesh while his tongue starts lapping at you at once.

He hums, and the vibration makes your eyes roll. Mouth slotting over your clit and sucking, and when he's not, he's slipping his tongue into your hot cunt and swirling it, moaning, drunk off of your own pleasure. It's messy; he eats you out like a man starved, savoring your taste and trying to imprint it on his taste buds. "So good... You taste so good.." He moans into your cunt and you arch your back, on the brink of cumming.

He notices and licks all the way up, from your slit to your clit, where he sucks harshly for a moment, then all the way down, where he greedily fucks you with his tongue. "Cum on my tongue. Please–" his finger joins, rubbing cruel circles on your clit, begging you to unravel in his mouth.

And you do with a squeal. Back arching off the old mattress and hands pushing Robin's face into your pussy, your hips never stopping grinding against his mouth while he laps it all up as if he were parched. You tug on his hair, and this sends him over the edge; eyes rolling back and moaning into your folds, cumming untouched in his pants and staining his boxers.

You lie there, panting and heaving, and Robin finally sits up with the proudest smile on his face. His lips and chin are glistening with your slick, hair a mess from the way you've tugged on it, and his skin holding a pink flush; he looks like a sinful angel.

"Fuck. C'mere," you reach out and he obliges at once, leaning down into your touch and letting you kiss him gently. "Thank you." You whisper against his lips, and he giggles, melting into you.

"Did I convince you to stay?" He says, burying himself into your breasts that he loves so much. You chuckle and nod, kissing the top of his head, and that's all he needs to relax and pull the covers over both of you.

He finally got you to cuddle him to sleep again.

#robin the orphan #degrees of lewdity #dol robin #dol #dol pc #this has been rotating in my head like food rotates in the microwave #for a month #but exams were beating my ass so 👍#anyway i go slep

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