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Juice Ortiz(SOA) & Robin Monsoon (OC)
"You're not sleeping on the couch."
Era: Early 2000's
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"Yeah? Okay.....no that's fine. Yeah, no, I promise. It's okay, yeah....yeah, okay bye." Robin groaned and put her phone down on her vanity, turning her head when she heard Juice walk into her room.
"What was that about?" Juice asked, leaning against the doorframe, one of his eyebrows raised.
"They can't deliver my mattress until thursday, so I'm without a bed for three days." She scowled, standing up from her vanity and walking over to Juice.
"Oh, well, I can just sleep on the couch until then, I don't mind." He said, smiling a bit.
Robin sighed, shaking her head. She was too tired to make a fuss, but not tired enough to argue with him about the sleeping arrangement. She walked past him and into the living room, laying on the cold, leather couch.
"I'm not making you sleep on the couch in your own house, Juice. It's leather, It's fucking cold." Robin said, pulling a blanket over her legs.
Juice walked over to her, picking up her legs before sitting down and putting them on his lap. The two watched tv for a bit, It was already late and they had spent the whole day moving. The sunset shown through his cracked blinds, casting dark shadows across his floors.
"You should go to bed, It's getting late." Robin commented, sitting up to look at Juice.
"Hm, then maybe you should move. You're taking up my bed." He said, looking over to her.
Robin groaned, "You're not giving up on this, are you?"
"No, I'm not. It's my house, you will do as I say. You're not sleeping on the couch." Juice argued, pushing her legs off of him before standing up.
Robin stayed planted in her spot on the couch, refusing to move. Juice glared at her before bending down and picking her up, throwing her over his shoulder.
"Juice! Put me down! I'm not taking over your bed!" Robin yelled, beating him on the back to try and get him to put her down.
Juice walked into his room, throwing her down onto the bed. A small blush crept across Robins cheeks, she tried to get up only to be pinned down by him, making her unable to move.
"Juice, let me up." She said sternly.
"Hm, no."
"Yes, you're gonna let me up and let me go to the cou-"
Robin was cut off by Juice pressing his lips to hers. Was it to shut her up? Kinda, the tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. His lips moved against hers gently, not wanting to take things too far too quick.
Robin moved her wrists out of his grip, her hands finding their way around his neck. Juice pulled away, taking quick and shallow breaths.
"Was all of this just an elaborate ruse to get me in your bed, Juicy?" Robin asked, chuckling, her fingers playing with his faux hawk.
"Maybe, did it work?"
"Absolutely." Robin connected their lips again, this time the kiss was more passionate.
They both knew where this was going, and neither of them minded. Robins fingers grasped at Juices cut and the plain white shirt underneath. He broke the kiss just long enough to take them both off, allowing Robin to remove her shirt as well.
Juices fingers worked on unbuttoning Robins shorts before pulling them down and off, throwing them somewhere in his room. They didn't care nor did it matter where the clothes were, as long as they weren't on them.
"Fuck, Juicy, please~" Robin gasped, feeling his rough fingers tease her through the thin cloth of her panties.
Juice connected their lips again, his hands moving up her body to her bra, unclasping it and moving it out of the way. Robin worked on unbuckling his belt, taking it out before unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down.
Juice kicked them off, putting his arms under her knees and pulling her to the edge of his bed. Slowly, he got down on his knees, his head in between her thighs. He left trails of soft kisses and love bites up her thighs.
Robin whined, desperate for his touch against her skin. Juice kissed her through her panties, teasing her until she couldn't handle it anymore. Carefully, he grabbed the fabric between his teeth, pulling it down.
The lace tickled her legs as it trailed down her legs and eventually fell onto the floor with the other pile of clothes. Robins fingers gripped onto the soft navy sheets, squirming under his touch.
Juice used one arm to hold her down, draping it over her lower stomach. The other hand teased her entrance slowly before finally slipping two fingers inside her. His tongue danced around her clit, his lips planting soft kisses everywhere.
"J-juice please, I need it so bad~" Robins begging came suddenly, but it drove Juice wild.
His fingers started moving at a faster pace, his lips wrapping around her clit, sucking it softly. He still wanted to tease her a bit, but it was hard to control himself when she was practically letting him control her body.
Robin moaned quietly, her back arching slightly. Her breaths became quick and shallow, unable to handle the amount of pleasure he was giving to her right now. She had never been with someone who was a good as him, and they had just barely started.
Juice stopped his motions suddenly, getting off of his knees. He stood in front of her, slowly pulling down his boxers, just to tease her more. His cock hit the very bottom of his belly button, he was just as aroused as she was in this moment.
"How bad do you need it baby?" He asked, leaning over her, lining himself up with her entrance.
"So bad, I need you so bad Juicy. Please, fuck, please fuck me~" Robin moaned, her eyes full of lust.
Juice slid into her slowly, groaning as his head leaned back in pleasure. After giving her time to adjust to his size, he started moving at a good pace. His hand pressed on her lower stomach gently, driving her wild.
Robin pushed against him desperately, needy for more. Her whines and moans filled his ears, causing a sly smirk to appear on his face. It turned him on to know he's making her this way, it turns him on even more to know that he's the only one who can make her this way.
Juice started moving quicker, his thumb rubbing her clit as he pounded in and out of her. The sound of skin hitting against each other filled the rooms, along with moans and grunts from each person. Robin gripped at his sheets, moaning his name.
"Fuck, Juicy, I'm already so cl-ose!" Robin whined, desperate for release.
"Shit, cum for me baby, cum all over this cock~" Juice groaned, leaning down to kiss her passionately.
After a few more thrusts, Juice felt Robin cum, her walls clenching around him. That drove him over the edge, Robin wrapped her legs around his waist, making Juice cum in her. The two broke off the kiss, gasping for air.
"Fuck, you're crazy." Juice commented, chuckling a bit before pulling out of her.
"I wouldn't have done that if I wasn't on the pill."
The two smiled, kissing each other again before going to the bathroom to clean up. Robin gathered her clothes, throwing them in his hamper before grabbing one of his shirts and pulling it over her frame.
"You still wanna sleep on the couch?" Juice asked, pulling on boxers as Robin pulled on her underwear from before.
"Oh shut up." She chuckled, hitting him playfully before climbing in his bed, cuddling up next to him when he laid beside her.
"I love you, Robin."
"I love you too Juicy."
Word count: 1280 Words
