Chapter 1 - What Beastboy Doesn't Know Can't Hurt Him... Much.

Important Themes: Cheating; Blowjob; Huge Cock; Cumblasts; Stealth; Under the table; Food; Motherfuckin Teen Titans!; Liquid Diet; Sneaky Beakies; Lies; Messy;
Fandom: Teen Titans
Characters: Robin(Giver of Semen), Raven(Giver of Head), Beastboy(Bro of Cucked)
Commissioner: HeWhoWasMarduk
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Robin can be pretty busy. Between Cyborg bugging him to play games or rant on about some cool idea and Starfire making him explain relatively basic things even cooking can be a bit of a long term gambit. This morning in particular he had to explain that teddy bears are commonly given to children and yes it would be weird to snuggle one while walking down Jump street. Not that he wanted to, the image was cute enough to make him blush and yes, she did get to keep Mr. Whiskers for her trip to the park just this once..

It’s enough to make a team leader go insane. Any team leader, really. Luckily, he has his trusty tools. A fork which is also a laser, a pressure cooker that measures exactly how many kilowatts are flowing through the kitchen at any given time, a frying pan which doubles as a grenade launcher for when one has to defeat a villain while also cooking eggs. Except, they don’t because why would he ever need any of that?

Still, it’s really cool and the main reason why he enjoys making eggs. It’s why this morning - almost noon really - he sits down with eggs and ham. Because he can cook the eggs on a grenade launcher and sit at a table which is also a jetpack. He’s lost in contemplating how he can make nets pop out of eggs while cutting into a juicy piece of ham when a rustle is heard beneath him and he’s suddenly overwhelmed with warmth as his, well...

“Woah-um-what’s happening?” He leans back only to look under the rainbow tablecloth that Starfire insisted on. It didn’t really fit the yellow black and red aesthetic he’d designed but then not everything needs to be his way, sometimes the other Titans add a feel to things that makes him remember he appreciates them.

Like right now.

“Hey.” He smiles down at where his thick cock is being nuzzled between a pale cheek and a gentle hand. Violet eyes alight with mirth, and a kiss is placed on the tip just to watch him squirm. “You’re feeling froggy.”

“Froggy, right, that’s what I would have gone with,” a darker voice snarks in a dead tone he just can’t take seriously. His thick mast takes up the girl’s whole cheek, and watching the way she rubs against it just to tease him is enough to summon a glob of thick pre to slather against her. It shines in the little lighting allowed from the overhead, and the view makes him shudder. Her nice shapely breasts are half hidden by the lighting, but he can tell she’s wearing one of her thinner costumes today by the way it tightly hugs her form. She’s entirely lacking in her usual cloak as well, which is really just her way of telling him she doesn’t mind opening up for him, if only him.

“Raven…” He holds his breath as her tongue slurps up his whole length. “Not at the table.”

“Because eating meat together is just unforgivable.” Raven teases, delicate fingers traveling down to cup his swollen balls. Her dark lips plant a long kiss on his fat tip.

His voice catches in his throat, what can he really say to that? Being witty is her thing, he’s clever and responsible. “Fine, but you better get a really good taste of your food.” He insists instead. “Swallow it all.”

“You know that’s impossible.” She retorts sharply, shifting her wet tongue from side to side and placing sloppy wet kisses up and down her favorite object in the Titan Tower. Robin’s smug smile is interrupted by the click of the door and his attention shoots away from his own engorged appendage to take in the new guest

“Beastboy, I was just sitting down for breakfast.” He says, mostly trying to warn Raven to stay quiet. “If I’d known you were going to be here this close to noon I would have made you something.”

The younger green boy doesn’t answer right away, slipping into the room quietly. His smallest teammate’s hair is slicked back and he’s in a suit for once. It looks odd on someone who’s hair is a few simple shades off grass but no more than his normal superhero outfit. After-all that’s primarily purple. It’s not exactly a reasonable mixture but the boy turns into a dinosaur sometimes so he’s certainly not gonna tell him that.

Raven responds to his warning by happily slipping her lips over his end and slurping just loudly enough that he has to loudly bite into his food to cover for her. Her tongue happily dances circles, its top and bottom giving him a glans massage the boy in front of him could only dream of.

“That’s okay I’m not really supposed to be here anyway. I have a date with Raven in Jump City. We were supposed to be eating lunch together.” Beastboy scratches at his green cheeks as they sport a dark red tint. “I scored us a date at this fancy place uptown. It’s not vegetarian but I can just order a salad.”

It’s an interesting image, innocent in a way that he can’t help but find chuckle worthy. Especially given the quite tainted version of that exact image happening right below. A little look shows how red Raven’s own face is, flushed with excitement at the prospect of potentially getting caught. His cock is just a little too big for her mouth, and her cheek bulge with his mass, wet spittle dripping down his length from where her lips simply can’t close around it.

One of his hands slips under the table to gently caress her soft cheek. Everyone needs a reminder they’re doing a good job, especially when they’re struggling to pull his monstrosity in like a champion. He pats the outline of himself in her cheek to coax her into giving him what he wants, besides an image he’ll never forget of course. If all he wanted was that he’d simply watch her work his shaft from dusk till dawn. Her skin is supple, easy to manipulate.

With a daring look in her eyes she rolls her tongue over him, juggling him from cheek to cheek with a skill no woman he’s ever been with could mimic. She makes it look so casual, so graceful, it adds a tinge of heat to his own cheeks just from the occasional secretive glance under the tablecloth.

Finally, after an agonizing period of tricks and slurps he’s rewarded with the back of her throat. He can’t help but catch a glance of how it bulges from just his tip, visibly distended and ready to take him very deep despite her boyfriend being right there. Or, maybe it’s because he’s right there.

His stoic teammate is secretly a very eager girl more enthusiastic in some ways than starfire. The others wouldn’t agree of course. Their image of Raven is one of cold calculation and emotionless control, one rigorously trained to fear all emotion for reasons even he can’t get out of her. It’s not wrong, that’s who she is, who she portrays herself. Hiding with a frigid exterior that reflects the light away from the true inferno of passion inside so it may reside in the dark.

The Raven he knows is one he’d like to see more openly. The Raven he knows is the one in these rare moments when she allows herself to be overwhelmed with excitement and transforms from a queen of darkness to a full bodied woman of greed and sin. She slurps and sucks with a bliss that makes her expressions pure and powerful.

The visage of Raven sloppy from head to toe, bathing in a thick layer of his cum while mewling like a baby kitten for more is permanently burnt into his mind as his favorite sight ever. It’s there when he needs comfort, it’s there when he’s sleeping, and he wants to cause it again and again every time he sees her pretend to be emotionless. He wants to force her to give up the act with what she loves. Use his lower blade to cut through the shyness and bring about the Raven he sees. He can’t see her as some tired girl whether she’s stoic and cold or not because she shows the true her in moments like this. When her real energy breaks through and his cock slips deeper to soak in her throat. The true her is one he won’t give to anyone else no matter what. Not even to Beastboy. He’ll give his life for his fellow Titan but not this. She’s his, and one day he’ll know that.

His other hand takes his silver knife - which may or may not also secretly be a camera - and begins to cut into the ham he made earlier so he can snag another bite. Mostly to cover up her gentle moans so that Beastboy can’t hear them. He can’t enjoy his food very much when there’s a much better meal to be savored so tantalizingly close by. “Let me guess, you can’t find her?”

“Yeah she’s just gone.” Beastboy sighs, “dude she was just here too, I swear if she’s standing me up again.”

The memory of exactly what she was doing the other few times she ‘stood Beastboy up’ is enough to make him thread his fingers into her hair and pull her down onto him. He lets out a satisfied sigh as he feels her gag a little at the sudden intrusion. She spasms around him and he pushes himself a little deeper into her frantic heat. With any other girl he’d be worried but he knows better. She’s already pulling him deeper and filling the room with wet noises for the specific purpose of- “Hey, do you hear that?” Beastboy asks suddenly, perking up.

“Na-nope.” He chuckles loudly just to cover up a groan from just how suddenly she begins to thrust herself onto him. Sometimes he thinks she wants to get caught. She probably does, it’d certainly lower complications if he threw the tablecloth off the table and let Beastboy see his girlfriend give his friend juicy head. “Maybe the pipes need to be replaced again?”

“Aww man, I hope not..” Beastboy whines, “that was so long last time.”

“Well I’m starting to hear it too so we better call the guy to check it out.” Robin says. “As for your date, you know It’s possible she found someone else she’s likes. Raven’s pretty shy, she might just not know how to tell you.”

“No bro she’s awesome and she has good taste, how could she want anyone else?” The green boy brags. “I guess I should probably make something though, since she musta gotten busy.”

“I’m not saying she could find anyone better than you.” Robin lies. He lets his features flow into ecstasy the moment Beastboy is looking away to gather the ingredients for his latest vegetarian experiment. “Just saying better is different for different people.”

“Well I’m glad to know you feel the same buddy.” Beastboy says with a smile back at Robin. His favorite teammate’s hungry drool swirls around his cock with every twist and bob of her head.

“It’s just that the two of you are very important to the team, I don’t want to see anything get in between you two even if something weird happened.” Robin explains, gripping her head with both hands and thrusting into her tight esophagus with the glee of a child in a candy store.

“You don’t have to worry, no matter what Raven and me are tight.” Beastboy says as he turns on the burner. “Besides, it’s impossible.”

Robin can’t help but whisper, “not as tight as her throat.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing-ahm, just said I had something caught in my throat.” Robin coughs as he throbs. His deep weapon presses against every inch of her slippery her throat with every gulp and spasm.

Raven bats his hands away from the back of her head and snickers, pulling back so that she can breathe. Of course she wouldn’t be Raven if she let him rest just because she is. She tightly wraps both hands around the part of his slick iron bar not resting on her tongue. While he’s sad the part with her throat is over, he can’t stay down for long when her tongue is there. She’s quickly wrapping it around him and pistoning his length in and out of her mouth as if he’s a jackhammer and her lips are concrete.

He can barely stifle a long groan as she takes the extra care in her loud slobbering. She really does her best to make him feel appreciated with every soaking bob back and forth, in direct contrast to how she’s making Beastboy feel just a dozen feet away.

“Here, I’ll get you some water.” Beastboy is quick and considerate, pausing in his meal preparations to fill up a glass. He takes the time to bring it to the table and slip it across while Robin’s dick takes the time to throb, giving Raven a good idea of exactly how hard she’s making his heart beat with her loving mouth. “You really shouldn’t eat a meal like this without water anyway dude, what if you choked?”

“R-right, choking is a hazard when eating.” He can’t help but smirk at that. “Sorry, I’ve just been a little distracted. Did you ask Cyborg if he knew where Raven was?”

Beastboy waits until Robin starts to drink before he answers. Conveniently giving him a chance to let out an array of wet sounds himself to passably cover-up her resonating in the bubbliest, moaniest, sloppiest exclamations possible to give around a mast. The pleasant hum bring him ever closer, aiding in her quest to make him blow with her constant movements.

He can tell she’s ready to receive his payload from the need on her lips and the wet slips of her fingers in her own sopping prize. If he doesn’t hurry up she might just get loud and then the boy in front of him will have a reason to cry instead of mope.

“I did,” Beastboy speaks up. “I figured you’d probably know better though since you’re the boss. Did she say anything at all?”

“Mmm-she uh, didn’t even tell me you two had a date.” Robin says with complete honesty. He’d have told her to just do it lest he get suspicious, but then she’s already here he’s not about to stop her from milking him.

“Huh.” Beastboy slips some of his false meats into the pan and the sizzle is rather loud. So of course Raven gets louder. “I swear that’s not a pipe.” Beastboy says above his pan’s blare.

The new chance to be discovered drives Raven to a new height. Her fingers drive into her snatch eagerly creating enough wet slaps in tandem with her work on his cock that even Starfire might catch on.

It’s too much, he barely has time to warn her of the obvious with a stroke to her cheek before his length does the impossible and thickens even more. Her cheeks fill to a cartoonish degree like a magical apocalyptic squirrel. ‘Fear me, I am cum guzzling doom!’ the image shouts to him and he laughs without thinking.

With a final grunt his dam breaks and his first shot fires off into her awaiting mouth with a slap of its own against the back of her throat. It’s powerful enough to force him to cover his mouth lest he cry out, but she’s skilled and experienced with his magnum rounds. Like magic, quite possibly with magic, she swiftly guzzles it down her throat.

The second shot is a bit harder, and the third gets caught in her throat. He watches with satisfaction when her cheeks bulge and his cock is marinating in its own seed inside her eagerly assaulting mouth. Her cheeks expand far enough he’d be concerned if he couldn’t hear the gentle patter of her fingers sliding into her soaked insides. She struggles to swallow valiantly, but they both know how this ends. She’s only prolonging the inevitable. He holds back his fourth shot just long enough to let her choke it down, give her a false sense of hope in their little game before he overwhelms her.

A geyser erupts and with a grunt only muffled by the sound of Robin plopping the glass on the table quite hard and the seer of the pan it quickly glops out of her mouth in escape. Her chin is the first casualty, a thick and bubbly mixture of her loving drool and his batter stains it in an ooze of white that he’d normally tease almost matches her complexion. Of course with Beastboy right here all he can do is admire how the fifth makes her hands fly to her face with a gentle whine as it explodes out of her nose and runs down her cheeks. The thought idly occurs to him to tip the dry cleaner as the overflow seeps down into her dark costume, staining midnight to morning.

The sixth comes out her nose stronger, splashing against him and bouncing into her thick mauve hair.

Her eyes roll back into her head with the seventh, it soaks lower and lower down her tight body. She starts to fall back just in time for his final blast to hit her in the face and send her rocketing into the floor. She lands in a wet resounding thud as he angles the rest of his final shot to spray out and cover her untouched legs, her arms, and most importantly the bouncing cloth below her waist. He licks his lips as he watches her form writhing in bliss in a pool of his cum, her fingers continuing to valiantly thrust into her insides in her last few moments with consciousness.

He’d be worried but she’s done this before, she’s weak to excitement. It’s just one of those things that almost makes her seem cutely timid, even if she’s definitely not.

“Dude you’re making weird sounds too, are you okay bro?” Beastboy glances back, and Robin is once again glad for the tablecloth.

“Could-ah-you get me another glass?” Robin gasps out, sad with him looking he can’t really stare at her drenched form in admiration. “I think you’re right, this might be a choking hazard.”

“Of course bro.”

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