Hey guys! Sorry for the long update. I've been working on In Your Wedding Dress and a new story :D
Heh. I got a little naughty inspiration, so i hope you enjoy. Reviews are always appreciated, I love hearing what you guys think or like. So thanks!
Laundry
"Robin! Robin I require your assistance please!" Starfire called as she pummeled Robin's door with one hand and held on to a thick purple sac in the other. She frowned and filled her lungs to call him once more, but the door slid open and a surprised Boy Wonder stood before her. His hair was freshly gelled and he wore only a pair of faded black sweatpants. Starfire's eyes quickly darted to his bare chest before she spoke up.
"Oh! Oh I am sorry to bother you at such an early hour Robin, but I fear I have done something terribly wrong!"
Robin smiled; he wasn't alarmed, the last time Starfire had come to him like this, she'd confused the DVD player for the toaster; Cyborg and Beast Boy were mildly upset, but Raven found the entire ordeal rather amusing. Especially since Starfire had buttered the bread before popping it in. His eyes lingered on her; he noticed she wasn't in her uniform either. Instead, she had a very small light blue robe wrapped around her, skimming her bare upper thighs.
"Er..what's up Star?"
She threw the purple sac in front of Robin and began burrowing through it, pulling out bundles of rags. However, Robin soon realized they weren't rags at all.
"I attempted to perform the laundry duties by myself and I used the machine that washes and the machine that dries and when I pulled them all out, they were like this!" Starfire rambled and held up an assortment of socks, skirts, shirts and sweaters; they were now bleached, darkened and thoroughly distorted.
Robin stifled a chuckle; he grabbed the bundle of clothing with one hand and placed the other on the small of Starfire's back as he nudged her down the hallway. She clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and looked up at Robin with a worrying glint her her eyes.
"It's alright Star. C'mon, let's go teach you how to do laundry."
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Robin flicked the light on in the team's laundry room; it was a small space, about the size of their kitchen. There were two washers and two driers, although they'd all been considering purchasing a new set because of the constant squabbling over who gets to use them and when. Thanks to Starfire's humble quest to do her own laundry that morning though, the usually clean room had clothing strewn all around; there were countless types of different detergents sitting about the folding station, many of them missing their caps. There was a strange gargle coming from the burgundy washing machine in the corner while bubbles casually seeped out onto to the tile floor. Robin gasped and ran towards the washer, shutting it off and grabbing a few towels to begin cleaning it off. He glanced over at Starfire; she was watching Robin intently and he could see the chagrin radiating off her. He set the towels down to absorb some of the trickling water and wiped his hands on his sweatpants as he approached Starfire again. He grabbed her hand and smiled at her.
"Don't worry. You'll learn Star. Now, are you ready for your first lesson?"
Starfire relaxed and smiled, she followed Robin towards the dark blue washer, the one that was up and running. She dragged her purple bag behind her and slowed to a stop in front of it.
Robin began pulling Starfire's clothes one at a time. "Okay Star. First you have to sort your laundry so the colors don't get screwed up. Colors on one side, whites on the other."
He pulled out her purple uniform top and threw it to his left.
He pulled out a white tank top and threw it to his right.
Starfire nodded in understanding but continued to observe.
Robin bent down and continued the process; he picked up her purple mini skirt and thew to his left. He continues with dresses, more skirts and a transparent lime green nightgown that made him blush.
"Well it looks like we're getting to the bottom here."
Robin stuck his hand in once more and touched something soft and velvety, with what felt like a slight rough edge to it. He frowned and pulled it out.
His eyes quadrupled in size and his jaw dropped. He held it at arm's length, his bicep trembling as if it were a thousand pound weight.
"Ahh..." His throat went dry and he couldn't bring himself to speak. But to his horror, he couldn't bring himself to throw it in the colored pile.
Starfire's brow furrowed. She placed her hands on her hips, "Robin is there a reason why my underwear seems to frighten you?"
He paled. "Er..no! I... Maybe you should sort now."
Starfire smirked and snatched the pair of underwear from Robin's hands, taking over his sorting job. They were dark blue with black polka dots and black lace trimming the edges. Robin noticed how small they were and wondered just how much of Starfire's glorious bottom they actually covered. He cleared his throat and walked over to the folding station to retrieve the appropriate detergents.
As he walked back, he saw Starfire bending down, picking up yet another pair of underwear. She held it up right in front of her face and studied it for a few seconds before throwing it in the designated pile of clothing. She smiled when she caught Robin staring.
Robin set the detergents above the washer and cleared his throat, "You done with all that Star?"
She nodded proudly and begun to bring him the colored pile of clothing, "Yes! I have done it correctly I hope."
Robin smiled, taking the clothes from her arms and distributing it evenly into the washer, "Well, now when you put it in the washer, just drop it in. Try not to push too much in here or it might not get washed well and use this detergent for colors, okay?"
Starfire concentrated on the bright red container and smiled, "I have got it!"
Robin chuckled, pouring the dense liquid into the wash, "Make sure to measure the soap with it's cap-"
"Oh! Robin wait!" Starfire gasped. She flipped her hair behind her and untied the knot that held together her small robe.
Robin's eyes widened, once more, to impossible size.
"Star?" He squeaked. "What... What are you doing.."
Starfire looked up, grinning innocently. "Robin I must wash my robe as well."
Robin swallowed air. His throat ached at the severe lack of moisture. He watched the robe slide down Starfire's bare shoulder's. He mentally swore. She wore a flimsy white tank; it's silky texture clung to her every cursed curve and barely skimmed past her belly button. Robin had to resist groaning when he realized she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Robin is something the matter?" Starfire asked inquisitively, leaning over the washing machine as she carefully placed her robe in. To Robin's dismay, she had dangerously small shorts to accompany her poor excuse for a shirt. They were light blue, and reminded him of clouds. However, in Robin's opinion, they were more appropriate as underwear. His hand twitched as she leaned further and her tank slid with her, revealing a vast portion of her back. Robin did the only thing any other teenage boy presented with this situation would do that moment.
He covered his crotch and fervently prayed she wouldn't notice the emerging bulge in his pants.
"Robin are you well? " Starfire asked, glancing up at him as she crouched down to tuck the white clothing in her laundry bag.
Robin nodded stiffly and opened his mouth to change the subject but to his dismay, Starfire began leaning further over towards the floor in search of a stray sock that had slipped under the drier. Robin closed his eyes and turned away, counting silently. He waited the appropriate amount of seconds before looking her way once more, hoping she was miraculously lacking any kind of sex appeal.
Unfortunately, when Robin peeked, Starfire was on her knees and forearms, her bottom high up in the air and her head resting on the floor with one eye closed as she tried to get a better look for the cursed sock. He concluded the universe was deliberately mocking him as Starfire wiggled her inviting behind.
Robin wasn't going to make it another half an hour alone with her.
He noticed Starfire was distracted, seizing the opportunity, Robin began walking towards the door with an inconspicuous flair that would have made Batman proud. He made it into the hallway before he heard his name drop from her sweet lips.
"Oh Robin?"
He cringed. He looked behind him and Starfire was leaning against the door, a hand placed on her hip.
"Ahh...yes?"
"Might I ask where you are going? We are not finished with the laundry yet, are we?" She asked, a smile playing on her lips.
Robin shook his head and excuses buzzed through his mind. Finally, he pulled out the best or worst one, "I..have to..shower."
"Oh. Well what shall I do when the washer halts?" Starfire asked playing with her fingers.
Robin rubbed the back of his neck and remained glued to his spot, "I'll come back soon Star, I promise. Okay?"
When she smiled and nodded, Robin took off towards his room, hoping to squeeze in an appropriate amount of fantasizing in his would be shower.
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Starfire shoved the buzzing machine lightly. Considering her Tamaranian strength though, 'lightly' pushed the machine back a few inches towards the wall. There was another buzz.
She flew in the air and hovered directly above it, ready to fire her starbolts.
"Uh. Star?"
Starfire kept her gaze locked on the machine. She flinched at another abrupt buzz.
Her eyes narrowed and she quickly flicked her sight towards the door.
"Robin I implore you. Make it stop!" she hissed, clearly irritated.
Robin chuckled and shook his wet hair, "Star it's not gonna bite, you know."
"Then what is that strange angry noise it makes? Is it because it does not like me?"
"No. That buzzing means it's done washing." Robin said gently as he walked over to the machine and lifted the top up. He turned to Starfire's floating form, grabbed her calf and gently tugged her back down; with a grin, he said, "Besides, I'm sure if inanimate objects had preferences, the washer would adore you."
Just like I do, he added silently.
Although disappointed he'd put on a shirt, Starfire covered her mouth and giggled, "Perhaps you are correct. Now, what do we do with these?" She remarked, pointing at the damp clothes within the washer, "Must I wear them wet?"
Robin managed to choke and laugh at the same time. On the one hand, Starfire's innocent question was genuinely amusing; on the other, he found the provocative thought of her body in wet clothing, clinging to her every curve and crevice, far too dangerous to think about in her presence.
"Robin!" Starfire smacked Robin on the back, however her force was a bit to harsh and caused Robin to accidentally begin coughing once more. Star stood behind him and circled her arms around his waist, pressing herself up behind him, "Are you choking? Shall I perform the maneuver of Heimlich?"
Robin began breathing normally again, "No. No it's fine Star.." He turned around and took her hands from his waist, smiling a crooked grin, "Let's uh, get this done."
Starfire nodded and followed him to the washer. He leaned over and began pulling out her bundle of damp clothing, "Okay, now that you know what the buzzing means, once you hear it, you just transfer your clothes-"
"Robin I think I am in possession of the capability to come to the conclusion that things that are washed must be dried, therefore going in the drying device." Starfire teased.
Robin smiled sheepishly, "Er... Right. Sorry. Anyway, once we get these in there," He dragged the wet cluster towards the awaiting drier and bent over to slip the clothes in, "We can put in the drier sheets, which will make your clothes soft and stuff."
He began looking for them, feeling along the shelf above the drier. Starfire watched him from behind, tilting her head slightly. She traced the contours of his arms, beginning from the nimble fingers, to the forearms, to his flexing biceps. She couldn't help but smirk.
"Okay got 'em!" Robin said, triumphantly clutching the box of drier sheets. He pulled out two and tossed the remainder back on the shelf. "Use two Star, it should be enough. Now, c'mere."
She obeyed and wandered over next to Robin, her hands tucked behind her back, "Yes?"
Robin pointed at the nozzle on the machine, "This is permanent press. It gets things done efficiently and correctly, I suggest you use that one. And this," He said pointing at another button, "This is for the time. It's a small load so it should—Star? Are you listening?"
Starfire was occasionally nodding, her eyes lingering on Robin's neck as he spoke. The slight movements, bobbing and vibrations fascinated her. However, when his distant, garbled voice stopped altogether, she snapped her head up to meet his eyes and blurted out, "Yes!"
He smiled and pressed several buttons unknown to her. She concluded that her answer was correct.
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Robin had left Starfire in the laundry room by herself while he went to pick himself up a snack. He'd offered her to come with him, however she seemed fascinated by the drier and it's heat and rumbling vibrations. He'd let her stay and now he was on his way back, bringing her a large turkey, bacon and mustard sandwich with the works. He knew his Starfire, and she must have been starving.
As he walked back towards the laundry room, he heard giggling echoing in the hallway. Robin smiled to himself, only his Star could find something amusing about a common chore.
Robin entered the room and looked in her direction, "Hey Star, brought you a sa-ahh..."
His voice cracked. He nearly dropped the sandwich. His eyes were transfixed on the incredible sight before him.
"Robin! Oh I never knew this machine doubled as a ride!" she squealed.
Starfire had situated herself on top of the humming drier, giggling, completely enamored with the drier and it's unexpected clinks and quivers that sent her into fits of laughter. She clutched the sides as it wiggled her around and motioned to a motionless Robin staring by the door.
Robin was mesmerized. A tidal wave of lust crashed over him, weakening his knees and drying out his throat. There was no possible way Starfire knew the what she was causing in him. She was perched on the edge of the machine, her legs slightly apart, swaying and teasing him; her head was thrown back in enjoyment, revealing her long bare neck and collarbone, a vision Robin wanted to commit to memory forever. But what really threw him for a horny spin, was the way her breasts vibrated in tune with the machine, her silky shirt making no effort to conceal the unintended erotic movement. His eyes were fixed
on them. They seemed to be staring back at him. They bobbed and oscillated and jerked, all while jerking him around. Her body shook and he almost lost it when he saw her strap slip off one shoulder.
His mouth was blankly gaping. There was a great chance he was drooling. The sandwich he'd brought her was still extended in mid-air. All coherent thought was absent from Robin's mind at this point. If this had been a battle, he'd be losing miserably.
"Robin?" Starfire asked; she stopped fidgeting on the machine and hopped off, sauntering towards him.
And the spell was broken.
Robin took a deep breath in, careful not to begin hyperventilating.
"Robin? Yoo-hoo!" A hand waved in front of his face.
He cleared his throat as best as he could, "Ye—I—Sanich!"
"Hmm? I beg your pardon?"
"San..Sam.."
Starfire tilted her head and parted her lips, she clutched her hands against her chest and watched him, a quizical expression on his face. Her eyes dropped down to the plate in mid-air and her face delighted in recognition.
"Oh! Sandwich! For me? Robin I thank you, I was ravenous!" She smiled and took the plate from his hand and turned around to hop back onto the drier. Realizing this, Robin came to his sense and sprinted ahead of her, stopping in front of the drier and extending his arms out.
"No!" He yelled desperately, panting and attempting to get his heart rate back to normal. Starfire seemed startled by his sudden reaction and took a step backwards. Robin dropped his hands and tried a smile. He could not let her back onto that drier. Neither his heart nor groin could take it.
"Uh..uh.." He stammered out, twisting and contorting his mouth, trying to form some thread of words.
Starfire raised and eyebrow and took another bite of her sandwich, "Is something the matter?"
Robin rubbed the back of his neck and physically held his head up so he would not stare at her chest.
His humble mission failed.
As he gazed at them once more, a familiar buzz snapped him out of his daze. He grinned, relieved and saved by the bell.
"Uh. Sorry! I think your load's done though Star." He smiled and when she attempted to smiled with her mouth closed and her cheeks puffing out with the remainder of her sandwich inside, he couldn't help but laugh at how adorable she looked. His heart warmed and stopped racing. He sighed and combed his fingers through his hair, approaching the drier with Starfire. He figured he could now make it through a quick folding session with her. Then she would go, put some clothes on and he wouldn't continue acting like the horny 17 year old teenager he was.
Then she threw her arms around him, pressing her body into his and he began quickly reconsidering helping her fold the rest.
"Robin thank you!" she mumbled into his neck. He snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her close, unable to resist the way her body felt against his.
She pulled away and beamed at him, grasping his forearms. That smile, it always made him feel like jello. He grinned and managed to hide a blush, "Anytime Star. Now how about we fold this and go watch TV or something?"
She frowned and furrowed her eyebrows, placing her hands on her hips. Robin's eyes lingered on her form once more, he asked, absent-minded, "Is somethin' wrong?"
"Well.." Starfire bit her lip, "I shall be right back!"
With that she flew out the door and Robin threw his head back and breathed in and out slowly. He thanked God that their session was nearly over. He could not handle being in a room alone with Starfire with her dressed like that, and with his hormones going crazy every single time she bent or leaned or even looked at him. It drove him crazy and he wasn't sure how much longer he could have controlled himself.
Interrupting his thoughts, Starfire peeked in from the doorway, only her head visible.
"Robin?" she asked timidly.
"Yeah?" He called, "What's wrong Star? Get in here."
"Well you see," She bit her lip and walked in hesitantly, dragging a large dark green bag behind her. "I may have another load or two..."
Robin swallowed, "Oh?"
"Mhm. I was hoping you could help me with these as well."
"I..me?"
She nodded. Robin began nodding his head repeatedly. He could do this. He could totally do this.
"Uh..sure Star, I'd love to help." He said, smiling.
Starfire grinned at him and dragged her other laundry bag towards the washer, Robin began following her when his heart stopped.
She dumped the contents on the bag on the floor.
"Ahh.." His palms got sweaty and he nearly lost his balance and nearly fell over.
Starfire smirked, "I thought you were not frightened of my underwear."