A/N: Plot? What's that. This is a foreign word, yes? JUST ROBIN SCREWING BEASTY BOY WHILE HE LISTENS TO HIS PROBBLEMS (Get it? proBBlems? AHAHHA~) not really smut. just an idea i had floating around while finding out the accounting equation.
Eh. I came up with the stupid name (it really is) while I was in school and doodling dicks over everything (not really). Have a better name? PM me it and I'll make my cat choose by pointing a laser at the screen. I wrote this in my Accounting class instead of actually doing work. I have terrible decision making skills c:
"But Ro- Nnh," Beast Boy gasped, "She laughed at me while I was dying instead of helpingme. Ohgod. Right there."
Robin grunted his reply, obviously not very interested in his boyfriend's ramblings. "She doesn't have to help you with every little problem you have," he breathed, "Plus she sort of hates you."
Beast Boy stopped his movement for a moment to give Robin a glare to kill puppies while clenching a muscle, drawing a scream of pain from Robin. He resumed shortly after that, Robin getting the message and attempting to listen through his haze of lusty teen hormones and try to please his green lover.
"She threw the god damn - Ah ah - pickle at my face," he continued, "Oh, funny thing is, she said that thE PICKLE WAS THE SAME COLOR AND TEXTURE oF my sKIN! Ohmygod that felt nice."
Beast Boy's movement became almost painful at an inhuman pace as he continued to rant about Raven's infidelity. His apparent anger taking physical form and practically milking Robin for all he's worth. Robin moaned at the pleasure and did not last very long, quickly releasing inside of Gar, Beast boy's liquid lust covering them both not soon after. He stood up off of Robin and lay next to him, not bothering to cover either of themselves up.
Raven felt genuinely bad for practically blinding Gar. Mainly because Starfire guilted her into it because, hell. You just can't be mean to that girl.
She made her way through the tower to Beast Boy's room. She knocked, recieved no response and assumed he didn't hear or he was a bit mad at her. She walked in anyway, fully intending to apologize genuinely to the morphling.
"Hey, Beast— Whatthefuckohmygod?", Raven gasped, "Nevermind."
She backed out of the room, the image of a naked Gar with a very obviously used butt burned into her mind.