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Robin didn't understand why it all felt like it did, watching guys sling their arms around your shoulder and bring you close to their chest. Seeing them flirt with you, shamelessly, too. It made her blood boil, disgust climbing within her. It was eating her alive, she wanted nothing more than to just yell in their face that you are hers. That you don't want them, you wanted her.

"Robin, are you okay?" You asked. Robin wanted to just scoff at you, believing you were just pretending to not know about what upsets her.

This! Everything about it upsets her. Watching guys try to claim you, as if she wasn't standing right there.

"Nothing. It's whatever!" She said, getting back to work and completely ignoring you.

You followed alongside her, attempting to reach out but she moved away quickly. You couldn't help the frown forming on your face, getting nervous as you stood there beside her.

"Baby," you whispered out, biting onto your bottom lip to keep yourself from saying too much, not sure if anyone is in the store. "Did I-" you paused, moving in front of her to have her eyes on you, finally. Tears were beginning to well in yours in worry. "Did I do something? I'm sorry if I did, I didn't mean to do anything to hurt you." You explained and could see the features on her soften.

"No, no." She said, sighing before moving closer to you and resting her head on your shoulder. Your hands immediately came up to comb through her hair.

"Then what's going on?"

"I'm just- I'm so tired of seeing guys come onto you!  I'm right there and I can't even yell at them to back away, that you're my girlfriend! That you don't want them and won't ever want them. They come onto you and I'm just there, watching it all! I hate when they look at you like they can have you, it makes me skin crawl. I hate it. I need to make them know you’re mine." She complained, you could feel your own tears dry while you massaged her scalp.

It explained why you were here, beneath her naked body with your head tilted to the side as you gave her room to do as she pleased. She created marks anywhere she could, the blotchy spots of the dark color escading down your neck, starting at the juncture of your jaw and neck. She didn't stop- she wouldn't until she felt satisfied.

But she was doing more than just giving you hickies, her fingers rubbing intently against your clit, teasing with the way she lightens up on pressure when you buck down against her hand but pressing just the right amount when you control yourself, letting her have you.

"You look unbelievably pretty when you're all marked up," she cooed, pressing a kiss against her most recent one but she continued down, letting the kisses go further until she got to your breast, taking the skin in between her teeth, your hands shooting up to her hair as you gripped it, "should mark you up even more, bite you until your bleeding. Show everyone you're mine, carve my name into you." She said, her tone as if she was talking about her grocery list- monotone but there, reminding.

"Can I do that? Huh?" Just her words before were enough to make you throb, nodding dumbly to agree with whatever she said.

Her fingers stopped their motion on your clit, gathering your juice before moving down to your entrance, fingers pressing it with the intent of toying with your G-spot, looking for the spongy texture, fingers careful with the research until she found it, thumb pressing against your clit all while she began pressing against the spot within you, back arching off the bed. "Robin- Robin!" You called out.

"Yes?" She answered nonchalantly, taking your nipple into her mouth, tongue lapping at the bud while she sucked on it, feeling it perk within her mouth. When she began to pull away, she put the bud between her teeth, hearing you whine from the sensation while your grip tightened in her hair. "I got you, baby, it's okay." She reminded you, feeling you relax a little, enough to loosen your grip.

But she didn’t stop, not yet. She continued making her way down your body, watching the beautiful mark bloom when she was done, but soon she began biting, feeling you twitch beneath her as an attempt to hold back the urge of covering and protecting yourself from the harsh bites. Robin moaned when she could taste you on her tongue. Usually, she wasn’t like this, more soft, taking her time but right now, it was like something snapped and she lost all control she once had. Just the thought of you on her mind, right now. The urge to claim you. Make everyone know that you’re not up for grabs.

Then she got between your thighs, her free hand gripping your trembling thighs as she explored for what could’ve been the millionth time between your thighs and she didn’t love it any less. But she soon fell into her own temptation, moving her thumb on your clit and replacing it with her tongue. She immediately got to work, the hot muscle moving with only one goal and that was to get you to cum. You did, soon enough, pulling her closer, hips riding her face until you couldn’t take it, thighs shaking as she pulled back, her face covered in your juices.

“Taste amazing as always.” She said, licking you off her fingers before she placed her hands on your thighs. Looking down at you and you couldn’t help the post-orgasm smile that made its way to your face. She let her hands roam your body, going over her handiwork all while you laid pliant, only arching a little when she went over the swell of your breast.

“So pretty.”

XOXO

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This would be your first major holiday living together, and honestly, you'd thought about it, but you weren't really sure. You certainly didn't want to go home, and that wasn't going to happen for Billy either.

You turned to look at him, light from the tv creating shadows on the slopes and plains of his face. He looked so pretty. "Do you wanna? Like eat together maybe?"

"Hm. Maybe?" Billy rubbed his nose. You reached over him to pull the chain on the lamp, room darkening from the now fully set sun. He set a hand on your back to steady you, but when you moved back he pulled you fully in his lap, setting your forearms on his shoulders.

"Did you celebrate it at home?" You questioned tentatively, swiping a thumb over his freckles and giggling lightly because of how much you liked them. He wouldn't even scold you for your fawning anymore.

"Mom cooked when I was a kid, but clearly that went to shit. Susan fucked something up on accident once and then Neil just made us go out to eat after that, or eat leftovers. I think we might've gone to like a grandparents or something when I was really young? I don't know."

"Why don't we figure something out, yeah? Pick stuff out. Maybe we could have Max over?"

Billy contemplated, dramatically taking your face in his hands. "Okay," he drawled.

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That's how you found yourself in the grocery store, list in hand as you searched through the potatoes for some that looked promising. You found some just as Billy returned with the peas he'd wanted.

Moving to another section, you looked through the pie crusts before glancing up to ask Billy for help. You caught him in the act of racing down the aisle, body hoisted up on the cart, leg pushing him off of the tile until he reached the end cap and spun around. Clearly he was bored.

He caught your gaze, tossing his head back and laughing because you'd seen him. But you didn't mind when he got like this. Any chance for him to release some of that childhood energy was good. Deserved.

"Need somethin' baby?" He put his hands on his hips, out of breath.

"You want pumpkin or apple pie?"

"Pumpkin."

"Good. Wasn't gonna make apple anyhow."

He grinned at you, fixing the collar on his jacket, brown leather worn in from years of wear. "What else do we need? I can get whatever you want."

He peered over your shoulder at the list, reading the things you hadn't marked off yet. "Milk, eggs, gravy. Come on sweet thing." Billy placed one hand on the cart, reaching the other out to take yours and place it on his belt so you could grab hold. "I'm on it."

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Billy was finishing deviled eggs when there was a knock at the door followed by, "I'm coming in! Please be decent!"

You laughed over the stove where you were finishing mashed potatoes. Max entered the kitchen along with Lucas and Will.

Billy wiped his hands off. "Hi boys. Hi shitbird." You turned in time to catch their hug—short, but kind, and followed by a yank of Max's pigtail.

Will made his way over to you. "Smells good." He hugged you sweetly and then snuck a roll. Lucas followed, and then Max.

"Are we having macaroni?" She asked, hopeful.

"Your brother made it." You looked over at the timer on the counter. "It's almost done." She laughed in triumph before offering her help, which you declined, telling the three of them to do whatever.

Billy cut up the turkey into thin slices, so that it was "fall-y apart-y" the way you liked, and then the five of you sat on the floor around the coffee table in the living room to eat, the Macy's parade on in the background.

Will sat to the left of you, Billy on your right. You took this as your gateway to breach the question, knowing he recognized your home as a safe space, even though everyone knew now. You turned to him and he looked up, watery doe eyes meeting yours. But apparently, Billy was wondering the same thing as you.

"How's Mike?" He asked, looking around you, beating you to the question.

Will blushed, but smiled nonetheless. "He's good. He's really good. Finished a campaign the other night."

"Yeah? That's good."

You all drifted into varying conversations throughout your meal, Billy and Lucas talking about basketball, while you, Max, and Will critiqued the varying dance groups in the parade or talked about what they were doing on fall break.

Eventually, Billy helped you clean up while the kids set up Monopoly on the table in place of the food.

Standing in front of the fridge, rearranging the Tupperware, Billy wrapped his arms around you, snuck his warm hands under your shirt to rub at the chub of your tummy. His nails grazed your sides, making you laugh.

You shut the fridge, turning around to face him. "Something you need, Mr. Hargrove?"

His smile reached his eyes, and you reached out for his freckles again. He leaned into your touch. "Just you. And I want pie."

"'Course you do. Anything else?"

"Kisses. Kids show up, and I get no kisses, even in my own damn house. Pretty please?" He batted his lashes at you. "I've been so good today."

"Today."

He scoffed. "Rude."

You took his face in your hands and kissed him anyhow, slow and sweet, eliciting a groan from him. You pulled away, but he muttered an "Uh, uh," instead.

This time he ran his tongue along your bottom lip, before slipping it into your mouth. You pulled away this time, making him pout. "B, in case you forgot, there are minors on the premises."

He kissed your forehead. "Yeah, yeah."

Speaking of, said minors joined the two of you in the kitchen and you doled out pie to each of them. Leaving you and Billy alone again, you watched as he spooned out cool whip on either of your slices. He rubbed your nose, ridding his index finger of the creamy substance he'd gotten on it.

He used it as an excuse to lick it off, swiping his tongue over your nose. "Billy!" You giggled—exactly the reaction he'd been hoping for.

The five of you spent the rest of the afternoon talking about everything and nothing, whining over board games, and eating yourselves so full that there was no other choice but for all of you to nap in various locations, splayed out over whatever surface was around.

You couldn't have asked for anything better.

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You don’t want to be. You want to hear Robin’s raspy voice beg and plead your name while she writhes beneath you. You want to swallow her moans that would otherwise be loud enough for the neighbors to hear. You love Robin’s voice and will seize any opportunity to hear it.

But behind the locked stall of the Hawkins High girls bathroom you aren’t left with much of a choice.

But behind the locked stall of the Hawkins High girls bathroom you aren’t left with much of a choice.

Maybe you shouldn’t have teased her under the table during study hall. You were going over to her parents house after school and there was a fifty/fifty chance you’d have it all to yourselves. But you couldn’t help it. The little noises and the way Robin squirmed when you stuck your hand between her thighs under the desk were just too enticing to resist.

And so you stand with your back pressed against the stall with one of your feet propped up on the toilet while Robin sits on your thigh and rolls her hips against you with a ferocity she wishes she could have used on your hand back in study hall.

With your hand that isn’t holding her clothes (since you wouldn’t dream of making her wear them if they’d been tossed on the gross bathroom floor) you push some of her hair back and hold her jaw. “But you do,” you whisper to her, watching her eyes flutter shut as she leans her face into your hand. “My needy, pretty girl, riding me so good.”

Her hands clamp down on your shoulders, nails digging into your skin and shooting off pleasure mixed with the sting. You shift your hips slightly so Robin’s draped leg is between yours. “Need to cum,” she whispers, voice husky in a way that makes your cunt that’s soaked from the sight of her throb. But you don’t mind waiting until you get to her house as long as Robin gets what she wants.

“You can do it babygirl,” you coo, dragging your thumb across her plump bottom lip. She whines in response, head rolling down slightly. Complaining. She wants you to do it for her. “You’re gonna have to do it yourself, Bobbie. I’m just watching right now.”

Her brows come together and she sends you a half hearted glare. “You’re so mean.”

“And you’re throbbing against me, so I know you love it.”

Her cheeks flush a delicious shade of pink and you find you don’t have the heart to not give her at least a little of what she wants. What can you say, she’s your princess and you spoil her as such. You hold her by her hips and guide her movements which have become stuttering and inconsistent. Her head hangs as she adjusts to the pace you set for her, faster than she would have been capable of on her own but she manages to catch up.

Your thigh is coated in her slick and you wish your ribs would allow you to bend down enough to lick it right off. Robin tastes like a glass of icy lemonade on a sweltering summer day. She hits the spot every time. You think you might bend to her will a bit more so you can taste her more easily.

“There you go, that’s my girl,” you whisper when she starts to bounce slightly in her movements, a telltale sign that she’s getting close. “Told you you could do it. Such a good girl.”

“Wanna cum,” her husky voice tells you, limiting her words when she struggles to keep the volume low. “Need help.”

You lift your hands from her hips and she lets out an agonizing whine that’s cut short when you undo the top few buttons of her shirt and free her braless tits, buds perky and begging for you. You latch your lips around them, alternating between sucking circles and nibbling the way you know she likes, while your hands return to help her. You push her hips down against you as hard as you can before your leg threatens to give out. Her back arches, pushing her tit farther into your mouth, and you can tell she’s getting close.

You hum encouragement into her already sensitive nipple, fingers digging into her hips. Her legs start to shake until they go still, her movements thanks only to your guidance, and warmth gushes onto your leg. A moan escapes her and she quickly claps her hand over her mouth to cut herself off.

You let out a breathy laugh andwhen her tense and shaky legs start to relax you pull her hand from her mouth and place a lingering kiss to her quivering lips.