#robin buckley x reader smut

[robinsno1lesbian]

𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝐑.𝐁.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: rockstar robin™️ thoughts

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), mention of alcohol & weed, nipple play, oral, fingering & finger sucking, strap-on-sex, phone sex, mutual (?) masturbation, semi-public sex, hair pulling, implied voyeurism & exhibitionism, light spanking, didn’t beta-read and it’s showing.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: god damn that’s a long list of warnings. anyway, thank you @aylasology for your rockstar!robin content and for bringing me back to tumblr. definitely check out ayla’s rockstar robin content here !! :)

⭒ hear me out: her signing your tits. anyway-

⭒ rockstar!robin eating you out from behind. that’s it. that’s the thought.

⭒ like???? her hands massaging your ass, her rings leaving marks on your skin while she’s absolutely devouring you: hair up in a messy bun, her tongue buried deep inside of you, spit and slick drooling down her chin.

⭒ good girls go to heaven, bad girls go backstage type of situation.

⭒ rockstar!robin has her nipples pierced idc 👁️👁️

⭒ the way she has to be at least a little bit muscular from spending hour on stage, jumping while holding her guitar and shit…

⭒ she will lift you up and pin you against a wall.

⭒ and fuck you against it while she’s holding your legs.

⭒ eating her out in the back of her tour bus? yes.

⭒ her hand guiding you by the back of your head, occasionally pulling your hair, while the other is holding a joint.

⭒ “yes. a little lower…yeah- fuck, right there!”

⭒ and she is vocal. letting you hear all those low groans and praise for you while you’re making her feel good.

⭒ her fucking you in front of a full length mirror in the backstage area???? putting her fingers in your mouth and watching you gag on them??? while she’s pounding you from behind???

⭒ no but what if i said ruined orgasm? her leaving you on the edge as she goes up on stage?

⭒ i mean?? imagine her rasping “stay here, i’ll be right back” against your lips?!

⭒ and when she does come back, sweat stained and breathless and ready for you, she lays you down and makes sure to make up by putting her mouth on you.

⭒ even with her head between your thighs she still talks dirty.

⭒ “fuck you taste so good. you’re so wet for me too, god. waited all this time for me to come back and fuck you so good”

⭒ kissing her tattoos? kissing her tattoos!

⭒ the phone sex when she’s on tour and you’re waiting for her to come back? fucking phenomenal.

⭒ she calls you whenever you’re not with her so she can hear your voice and so she can hear you cum through the phone

⭒ her voice is more than enough to get you off.

⭒ “that’s it, that’s a good girl. touch yourself for me, hm?”

⭒ but she prefers to take you on tour with her, prefers it when you’re around so she can ruin you in various hotel rooms. or her tour bus. or the dressing rooms.

⭒ oh and the eye contact while she’s performing??

⭒ she knows how much you love to watch her perform: her long, delicate fingers around the guitar neck, the way she moves, the way her muscles flex.

⭒ and you record all of her performances on your camcorder.

⭒ that same camcorder that has a video of her fucking you on it.

⭒ “so good for me. god you’re so fucking pretty like this”

⭒ imagine her taking her rings off to fuck you, sliding them off of her fingers one by one.

⭒ she’s definitely into leaving marks all over your body. whether it’s hickeys on your neck or love bites all over your thighs while whispering “mine” against your skin.

⭒ plus her nails will always leave crescent shaped marks in your hips & thighs after she’s done eating you out.

⭒ sucking rockstar!robin off backstage.

⭒ “such a good girl, getting that strap ready for your pretty pussy”

⭒ she definitely enjoys to make you beg for it. on your knees, with mascara staining your cheeks and her hand on your cheek.

⭒ “you want it bad, don’t you pretty girl? come on, say it. say it for me. tell me what you want”

⭒ she definitely enjoys watching you.

⭒ and it’s your favorite way of getting her attention too.

⭒ she’s sitting on a bed in a motel room, trying to write down new songs?? you will start humping one of her pillows until she gives you the attention you desperately crave. she’s pacing back and forth, trying to figure out a guitar riff?? you will sit down on the edge of a table and spread your legs for her. she’s rolling a joint?? you will sit on her lap and ride her thigh.

⭒ you’re always wearing her clothes or tour merch and she fucking loves it.

⭒ she prefers taking it off though.

⭒ and fucking you in nothing but her band shirt, pulling you back by the hair as she snaps her hips forward over and over again.

⭒ her mumbling “take it” in your ear as she pulls your back flush against her front by the hair???

⭒ she takes you to the recording studio sometimes. to “motivate her”, she claims.

⭒ when, in reality, it’s just so she can drag you into the nearest bathroom and finger fuck you while covering your mouth with her hand.

⭒ “we don’t want them to hear how much of a desperate slut you are, do we?”

⭒ she stuffs your lace panties into her pocket when she’s done, leaving you flustered and with no other option but to go commando for the rest of the day.

⭒ easier access for her though….

⭒ she takes you to most of her shows so you can watch her perform, plays her newest songs for you on her guitar and dedicates them all to you <3<3

⭒ when the scratch marks on her back are showing through her tank top on stage >>>

⭒ that woman cannot keep her mouth shut and you love it.

⭒ literally talks you through it over and over again until you’re an overstimulated mess for her.

⭒ “oh, right there? yeah? want me to keep going? use your words for me baby”

⭒ she carries polaroid pictures of you with her wherever she goes.

⭒ plus she constantly takes more pictures for her collection: your body in pretty lingerie she got you or in nothing but one of her oversized shirts, the marks on your thighs, you bent over her lap…

⭒ you love how rough she gets with you after a long night out.

⭒ (after you spent half the night teasing her, grinding your ass against her while you’re dancing, only for you to feel the hard bulge of her strap through her pants.)

⭒ both of you slightly tipsy as she pushes you against the wall the second you’re behind closed doors, lifting one of your legs around her hip as you grind against her desperately.

⭒ “such a dirty slut. can’t stop yourself from grinding your ass against me all night. did you want this? hm? bet you wanted me to fuck you right there on the dance floor for everyone to see!”

⭒ and while she would never actually do it, she loves to be vocal about her fantasies in moments like these.

⭒ “bet you would love to get fucked in front of all of them hm? next time i might bend you over on stage, let them see your face when you cum all over my strap. they all suspect that you’re my girlfriend already. they should know you’re my pretty slut too”

⭒ and then she spins you around, bends you over and fucks you against the wall with her hands holding you by the hair.

⭒ and slapping your ass whenever you’re squirming for her.

⭒ “hold still, pretty girl. let me make you feel good”

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[munsonify]

hand prints and good grips

pairing. dom!robin buckley x sub!fem!reader

summary. robin fucks you with her strap in the back of steve’s bmw during a party

content warnings. smut 18+ dni, strap-ons, weed consumption (both ends), penetration (reader receiving), pet names (good girl), making out, hickeys, sloppy sex, swearing, slight exhibitionism, power bottom!robin, use of cock when referring to her strap. if you aren’t comfortable with sex where both parties are high, then this isn’t for you

word count. 1005

Robin was never one to go to parties. They tended to stress her out, the constant pressure to keep up conversations weighing too much on her. She hated the way Steve insisted on her going to parties with him. There, he was in his element, while Robin felt as though she was sticking out like a sore thumb. She was never meant to be at parties like this, and it weighed on her every time she was at one.

Luckily for Robin, she’d quickly convinced you, her girlfriend, to come with her. Her original intentions when attending parties was to be Steve’s wing-woman, which she quickly found out was very unneeded. She always ended up standing around, alone, with nothing to do. Why waste her time standing around when she can have you with her? She would rather be with you, blunt in hand, than by herself, unsure what to do.

A blunt hung loosely from your lips, smoke clouded around your head. You could feel yourself slowly unraveling. Robin was right next to you, her shoulder pressed right up against yours. Part of her weight was leaned up against you, the rest of her weight supported by the wall behind you. Her thin fingers grabbed the blunt from your lips, bringing it to her own plump ones, inhaling deeply.

You found your eyes staring at her lips. They’re perfect; everything from the shape and the color, and especially the way they fit against yours. You’d gotten a little lost in your daze, not aware of the fact that Robin was staring back at you, eyes glossed over. She recognized that look immediately - the way you absentmindedly stared at her lips told her everything she needed to know. One ringed hand found its way to your waist, the other holding the blunt. A few things ran through her mind, including a wondering thought about whether Steve’s car was unlocked or not.

Robin was determined regardless. She dragged you through the living room and out the front door, right into the brisk night air. You stumbled down the stairs of the porch behind her. A few people were standing outside, one lucky boy receiving the half smoked blunt she passed to him. You crossed the street together, her eyes staring down Steve’s car as they finally approached it. The back seats were out of view from the house, and lucky for the two of you, he left it completely unlocked.

That’s how you found yourself in the back of his BMW, shirt off and skirt flipped. You were straddling Robin’s waist, your hands gripping the headrest behind her to steady yourself properly. You didn’t know she was packing until now, a long dildo suctioned to a strap tucked perfectly in her jeans. It since has been untucked, pressing against your tummy. Your lips had finally made their way to hers, one of your hands moving to her hair. Your fingers tangled into her locks, your mouths sloppily moving against each other.

The car became about as foggy as your mind was quickly. Robins hands were on your waist, and it made you dizzy. Her touch was intoxicating. She fumbled with your panties for a second, somehow struggling to tug them off. She opted to just push them to the side. Slowly, her thumb brushed against your clit. Your sensitive body reacted immediately, squirming in her lap. She rubbed on your clit almost teasingly, though she couldn’t keep a good pace.

You were in a desperate haze, and all you wanted was for Robins strap to fill you up. Your eyes were begging into hers. You’d broken the kiss just to look at her with desperation. With her careful help, she positioned you better, the tip of her strap now gliding against your folds. Robin slowly eases you down onto her cock, your walls opening up for her gratefully, a soft, thankful moan releasing from your mouth. She held your hips down, your cunt filled to the brim with her.

“Good girl,” she breathed out, slowly beginning to move you on her cock. She helped you move, letting her strap drag in and out of your needy cunt. Robin could tell your desperation was getting the best of you. She positioned you halfway on her cock, before sloppily thrusting her hips up into you. She had no main goal as to where she was trying to hit, though she still managed to thrust her cock deep inside of you. Her lips attached to your neck in a wet kiss, sucking at you more aimlessly than her thrusts. It was a wonder how she managed to suck a hickey onto you.

Robins fingers dug into your skin as she tried to get a good grip on you. Your hips had a mind of its own, and began bucking and grinding against her. It made it a little hard for your girlfriend, however, to fuck you. Her glazed eyes glared down hungrily to your tits, which were bouncing with every weak thrust of hers. Your sensitive body was easy to give out on you, your orgasm approaching with every glide of her cock. You were a lot more pliable while stoned.

What sent you over the edge was the way Robin started squeezing at your ass. It peaked out of your skirt perfectly, she just couldn’t resist. With a clench of your wet cunt, you came all over her strap, eyes rolling to the back of your head. She praised you a few times as you came, your senses amplified from your buzz. You gripped her thankfully, overstimulated from just one orgasm.

It didn’t matter, anyways, a few taps on the window breaking you two away from each other. Steve was outside of the car door, groaning in annoyance. He was rambling on about how you two better look presentable in the next 2 minutes, or “so help me god”. One glance at each other had you erupting into a fit of giggles, bracing each other with large smiles.

taglist. @songbirdofthenight

and also @reidsbtch for being so enthusiastic about it

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[aylasology]

rockstar!Robin x reader

(reader is fem)

summary : Oh to be in a rockstar's arms...

warnings : mentions of smoking, drinking, cocaine, SMUT SMUT SMUTTTT

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

• You were sure you had it all figured out, a nice apartment in New York city with your best friends, a stable job, the perfect new yorker life you've been wanting the minute you stepped out your parents's home...

• until, of course, you stepped into a record store. An album and a band catching your attention.

• Take Back The Night - Hellfire

• It wasn't really the name of the band that caught your attention, there were worse names, it wasn't exactly the genre either. It was the girl standing in the front, all tall and lean. Short blonde hair teased up to the nines and bangs that draped like curtains over her blue eyes. Her arms slung on two of her members, one with long curly hair that looked like Kirk Hammett's curls, and one with much shorter hair.

• One vinyl turns into three, which then shifts to five more of the same record in different colors. You were obsessed with their music, more so on the lead singer.

• You soon learn the names of the band members and their respective roles. Robin Buckley on vocals, Eddie Munson on guitar, Steve Harrington on bass, and Dustin Henderson on drums.

• You find out that you're roommate/best friend, is covering an article on Hellfire. Getting backstage passes and two tickets to some band they're opening for.

• Of course you beg him to give you the other ticket and the extra backstage pass.

• For some odd reason you choose to go for a rather revealing look - Long leather boots, a tight red dress, and a leather jacket over it.

• It wasn't hard to keep your eyes on Robin. Wearing flare jeans, a tank top and her heartshaped glasses - a staple in her clothes.

• After the concert, you follow your best friend backstage and into Hellfire's dressing room.

• She couldn't pull her eyes away from you. How sweet and innocent you looked in your little outfit, an innocence she wanted to ruin.

• "And who's this pretty little thing?"

• She invites you to a party of theirs the minute your friend finishes his interview with them. Of course you say yes.

• The party was crowded, filled with musicians and the like. She liked having you around, making sure you were attached to her at all times.

• She definitely gropes your ass while dancing with you omgomgomgomg

• She didn't take it very well when someone pulls you away from her gaze. Some artist chatting away with you. The way her teeth clenched when a giggle erupted from your lips. She wanted that sound to come out because of her and her only.

• She pulls you into her bedroom, pinning you by the frame of the door.

• "You think you can just smile and act cute around some guy? Don't forget why you're here pretty girl."

• She kissed you powerfully, heat boiling up from your core. You moaned into it, she smirked.

• "Good girl..."

• And as much as you needed her to touch you, she pulls away. Opening the door and walking right out.

• You came home that night, lying to your friend that you had gone to a bar.

• And the days pass by so easily, getting free tickets to every gig, going to parties every single night, gaining sweet make out sessions with Robin anywhere and everywhere she wanted to have you.

• It was the 1970s of course, which meant she kissed you in bathrooms, dressing rooms, and bedrooms.

• The first time she touches you, it's after recording their next studio album, you being propped up against the desk. Hands gripped against the equipment as her fingers worked her magic on you.

• "Such a pretty little princess,"

• It's rushed, it's eager, it's hot, it leaves you satisfied right after.

• Right after that, she lets you stay over her apartment for the night

• Of course the second, and the third, and the fourth time she touches you happens there 👁️👁️

• Her touch is sweet, giving, and fucking needy.

• And the way your eyes glint and the way you beg? Gets her so turned on every time.

• But the moment you actually moan? You're just begging for it by then.

• "All this for me? Such a dirty slut..."

• "What was that honey? Use those pretty little lips of yours f'me..."

• She definitely likes sniffing cocaine on your belly, licking the skin once she's finished.

• She'd get on top of you right after, hips straddled on yours as she kissed you. Pushing her tongue in your mouth, letting the taste land on your tongue.

#robin buckley #stranger things #robin buckley stranger things #robin buckley x reader #aylasology #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley fanfiction #robin buckley x reader fanfiction #aylasology4robinbuckley! #robin buckley x reader smut #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Make Me Feel (Robin Buckley x Reader 18+) Blurb

My first attempt at writing for Robin, so please bear with me whilst I get to grips with writing her character.

Word Count:691

Warnings:Soft Smut, 18+, Oral Sex (Robin Rec), Fingering. Nothing else that I can think of?

Masterlist

The golden stream of warm light peeked through the barely open blinds as you snuggled against the warmth of your girlfriend's frame. Her ruffled mess of sandy blonde hair peeks out from under the duvet as she rouses from her sleep.

“G'mornin’” her sleepy voice raspily mumbles

“Good morning to you too, Sleeping Beauty.” You can't help but chuckle at her, she was so adorable like this.

You kiss your lips against hers, a soft gentle kiss that is filled with love, as your hands begin to tenderly wander across her freckled skin.

“It's too early for that.” She murmured with a disapproving tone that you know she didn't mean. She never did.

“Never too early for you. Want you all the time.” 

Your hands skim across the subtle curve of her breast, your thumbs rubbing her nipples into two hardened, rosy buds. Briefly stopping for a moment, to let your lips wrap around one pert nipple at a time, sucking them into the warm heat of your mouth.

Your hands and lips descend lower, placing a kiss to her stomach, and smirking proudly to yourself as you hear her stifled whimper come from above you.

“Let me hear you, Robbie…” you drawl out lowly as your lips eagerly kiss every inch of her soft skin.

Finally making yourself comfortable between her legs, chancing a few nips to her inner thighs, love bites that will bloom into small bruises for only you to see.

Your face makes itself level with her centre, nosing into the small thatch of soft hair that graces her pussy.

“Can I taste you?” You ask politely, with a sly smile tugging at your lips. “Want me to eat your pretty pussy, Princess?

It takes no more than an eager whine of ‘please’ falling from her pink lips before your tongue gets to work tracing hot, wet circles around her clit, flicking your tongue over her sensitive button.

Your tongue glides over her pink lips, lapping at her sweet wetness as she drips for you.

“You're so wet, Robbie…” you tease, slipping a lone finger inside her, crooking it in a way that has her hips desperately grinding against your face.  “So pretty and wet just for me aren't you?”

Her freckled features flush under your praises, as you continue to please her.

“You can take another one of my fingers, can’t you, baby?” you ask, your voice low and sultry as you gently tease her.

You feel the gentle tug of her fingers as they weave their way into your hair, pulling you closer, closer to where she wants you most.

You slip one more finger inside, alongside the other, and begin to slowly ease them out of her before pushing back in to press against that spot that has her moaning so sweetly for you.

“You feel so tight around my fingers, baby, you gettin’ close, huh?” you mumble against her, your tongue continuing to eagerly swirl around her clit.

Robin's thighs quiver as you eagerly lap at her dripping cunt, her whining moans only serving to spur you on.

Your fingers and tongue work in tandem, as your girlfriend’s sweet moans get louder and louder as she nears her orgasm.

With one final suck of your lips around her clit and your fingers hitting perfectly inside her, Robin was coming with a pulsing wet gush around your fingers.

You slowly give her sensitive clit a few small kitten licks as she comes down from her shuddering orgasm.

You make your way back up her body, with a lazy smile on your lips.

Robin wastes no time in kissing you deeply, letting her tongue slip between your lips to taste herself on you. Her soft lips brushing against yours so tenderly.

“What’s gotten into you this morning, huh?” she chuckles lightly.

You kiss her lips once more, smiling when you feel her own lips curl into a smile against yours.

“Well, you, hopefully.” you giggle back. 

Quietly tender and sweet moments like these were something you cherished, and with Robin there by your side, you knew you had many more moments like this to come. 

@slutty-thevampireslayer @xxhellfirebunnyxx @penguinsandpotterheads

#Robin Buckley x Reader #Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader #Robin Buckley x reader smut #Robin Buckley Smut #Robin Buckley fanfic

[cozymaples]

omg hi it’s bi!anon lol would u maybe write for robin or nancy from stranger things?? whichever speaks to u more

maybe reader is popular and has done the whole “drunk kissing my female friends bc it’s funny” thing and robin/nancy has never kissed a girl before so the reader offers to be their first👀

omg...bi anon do i hear u. and i need my bestie to see this. @phefics , i listened to 'headache' by grouper while writing this, and decided i wanted to deliver the exact opposite vibes of that.

first time for everything | (robin buckley x reader

contains: sexual awakening, afab!reader, friends to lovers

the party was always at steve's, for obvious reasons. steve left you to your usual antics, banking on the fact that you'd come out of the closet sooner or later.

"no way!" robin says, shaking her head. "yes, way," he disagrees. robin has been childhood friends with you for as long as you can remember, and steve knows there has to be more to it. his supporting argument is that of vickie, who paused fast times at-

"yes, steve-i know, i know!" she protests, nursing the drink she hasn't even taken a sip of, the liquid sloshing around in her solo cup. she's debating taking a sip of it now since he's babbling, but she opts against it. "but she's not like that. she's just..i don't know, having fun?" she shrugs, wincing. her argument is weak, and she knows it, but hopeful nonetheless. steve dismisses her with a wave of his hand, a humored expression on his features.

about an hour later, you've made your rounds-kissed nearly every girl in the room that would let you.

and then you make your way to robin.

she looks like a deer in headlights, sliding over on the couch seconds before you flop onto it, scooching in next to her. "hi." you say. "hi," she responds. your cup is empty, and you place it on the coffee table in front of you both. "why d'you never let me kiss you, buckley?" you ask, sing-songy. "been friends with me forever," you say, "feels like a rite of passage."

robin could puke up her nerves.

"uh, well-you've never like, asked me, or anything-"

"but you avoid me." you point out, finger wagging.

as if robin didn't feel like a deer in headlights enough, she certainly looks it; pale as a ghost with eyes blown wide. "i don't mean to," she says, acknowledging that it's a confession. "i just..i dunno, man." she laughs halfheartedly, and you join in, soft giggles spilling from you as you lean into the couch. your side is pressed against the cushions, turned so you can face her. her back is firm against the cushions, glancing over at you.

"dunno what?" you ask, and she shrugs, mouth agape with a growing grin. "listen, not to slut shame-like, at all-" she quickly clarifies, sitting up more as she turns to face you, too. "you just..kiss..everyone?" she poses it as a question, though both of you already know the answer.

you nod.

"and..i just..didn't wanna be a party trick, y'know?" she grimaces, bracing for verbal impact that she's certain will come from your mouth. but you shrug.

she's right.

"i guess i never thought of it that way." you say, and suddenly it all seems so confusing. "but..boys get to kiss whoever they want.." you say, and robin laughs. "yeah, man. fuck the patriarchy, right?" she says, her frivolous humor charming you. it's only then that you notice how her eyes look, beautifully hazed when she's not blowing her pupils out from an anticipatory scolding due to her antics. suddenly, everything else seems like white noise.

"but..i kiss who i want, too." you say, and robin deflates, knowing she hasn't made the cut. "f'course you do!" she quickly encourages, faux perkiness embodying her. "and you should, i mean-" she rambles, but you quickly cut her off. "i mean," you clarify, "girls."

robin freezes, and she tries to stop you before you can get any further, knowing she happened to get lucky with how steve reacted to her coming out; knowing that he was the exception. "don't-" she quickly hushes, clasping her hands gently over your own, that rest in your lap. it sends a flurry of butterflies to nestle in the pit of your stomach, and you exhale shakily through your nose. "robin, i mean it." you say, sincerely. your buzz has certainly worn off, and you can feel each nerve trembling in your body

"i want to kiss you."

"..oh," she says, feeling like what she can only imagine steve felt like, but better. you cup her face, and she mirrors you, rubbing her thumb along your cheek. it's the closest to heaven she's ever felt, and she's terrified she'll never feel it again. "please, don't make a mistake-" she tries, and you press your lips to hers.

it's gentle; soft and slow, tender and fragile. robin's fingers rake gently along the side of your head, tucking your hair behind your ear. you lean into her touch, nearly sitting in her lap as she cradles you closer. your lips part, only to meet one, two..three more times, molding together as if they're made for each other. everyone is too occupied with their own lives, own conversations, to even pay attention to the two of you.

except steve; who glances over as he passes, a softened expression that harbors pride.

you finally part from robin, still tangled in her arms as you study her features. "i don't think any of it was a party trick.." you say, sincerely. robin's brows furrow, curious. "i think i was just..working up the nerve to actually kiss the girl i've wanted." you confess, cheeks warm and flushed. "yeah?" she coos, a grin growing on her features as she continues to rake her fingers gently through your hair. "i've never kissed a girl. ever." she confesses, "so..i guess you could say i've been waiting for you, too." your heart feels like it grows three sizes, threatening to pummel out of your chest.

"be with me," you say, and who is she to refuse? "always have been." she says, pulling you closer as you both melt into the couch. "always will be."

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[boyfriendstevie]

banana pancakes

a lazy morning in with robin; inspired by the middle picture that i came across on pinterest! my first time writing anything remotely smutty for robin, pls be kind lol. fem!reader obvs. 1.1k. nothing crazy, but mdni!! 18+ pls!!

Robin’s side of the bed is empty when you wake up. You roll over, eyes still closed as you reach out for your girlfriend. It’s only after your fingertips touch bare sheets that you open your eyes in surprise, a pout finding its way to your lips. Your favorite part of weekend mornings is cuddling in bed, and Robin’s not even here to do that. You’re sure she’s still in the house — in fact, you can hear noises coming from the kitchen — but you still wish she was next to you. 

Sighing, you sit up and stretch, scanning the room for something to wear. All you’ve got on is a pair of underwear, but you spot one of Robin’s big sweatshirts on the dresser across the room, and decide it’ll be perfect for your lazy morning in. It smells just like her as you slip it on over your head, and all you want is to find her. 

You follow the sounds of breakfast being made to the kitchen, a little afraid of what you might find. Robin is not exactly skilled at cooking, and it’s totally possible that the kitchen is a absolute disaster right now, though you do smell coffee, and maybe pancakes. You’re pleasantly surprised to find that the kitchen is still in working order, and even more pleased when you notice that Robin is completely topless. She’s only wearing a pair of sweatpants that look like they might be Steve’s, considering they’re rolled at the waist, and her bare back is on display to you, her smooth, pale skin taunting you. There’s a mug of what you assume is coffee in one of her hands, while the other holds the door to the fridge open as she looks for something. 

You’ve got to move quickly if you want to hold her while she’s standing like this, so you do, padding across the kitchen with a murmured ‘good morning’ so you don’t completely surprise her, your warm hands finding her waist. She still jumps a little when your hands touch her, squeaking in surprise, though she quickly relaxes into your touch. Her skin is cool from the chill of the fridge, and you slide your hands around the curves of her hips, hands warm against the softness of her tummy. She hums, leaning back into your hug, pressing against your front, “G’morning, bub.”

“This is a nice surprise,” you mumble, your cheek smushed against her shoulder blade.

“Oh!” she perks up a little, closing the fridge so she can rest her hand over one of yours, “‘M glad! Wasn’t sure if you’d want banana pancakes, or when you’d wake up, but just thought I’d make some anyways, and—“

You can’t help but giggle, pressing a kiss to the crook of her neck. She’s oblivious to what you actually mean, and it just makes you adore her even more. Pressing your nose to the space just behind her ear, you giggle again and murmur, “Rob, baby, the pancakes are nice, but I was talking about this…” You trail off, untangling your hands from hers so you can slide them up her torso, coming to rest against her ribs delicately, just underneath her breasts. 

Her breath stutters — you can feel it against your hands — and you have to stifle another laugh. Her chest heaves and she blinks slowly, "Oh. Yeah, I just… didn’t… didn’t wanna bother with a shirt, and—" She struggles to find words as you move your hands again to cup her breasts. The only time Robin runs out of things to say is when you’re touching her like this. You love her voice, love listening to her talk, but you almost love her breathy moans and whimpers more. 

Robin has perfect tits, and there are few things you love more than playing with them. She’s soft under your touch, nipples already starting to peak from the cold air of the fridge, only growing harder as the pad of your thumbs rub across them gently. A whine escapes her lips, desperate for more. 

You kiss her neck again, this time nipping at the spot that makes her weak in the knees, “Y’so pretty, birdie. Love your tits so much, this is the best thing to wake up to.” As if to prove your point, you pinch both of her nipples, rolling them between your fingers gently. 

She keens at that, chest pushing into your hands, and her cup of coffee nearly falls from her grasp. Luckily, you’re paying enough attention to notice, and swipe the mug from her hands, placing it onto the counter next to you. She mourns the loss of your touch, but only for a second, and quickly takes the opportunity to turn around in your arms, a lovesick smile tugging at her lips as she leans in to kiss you. 

It’s soft but eager, Robin’s teeth nipping at your bottom lip. She tastes like coffee and maybe a hint of the mint toothpaste she uses, but you can’t get enough of her. You want to resume where you were before, maybe continue where you left off, so you pull your mouth from hers, planting a line of wet kisses down her neck to her collarbone. 

The groan she lets out is music to your ears as her head tips back in pleasure, thudding into the wooden cabinets behind her. The sound makes you giggle, but you’re undeterred, kissing across the swell of her breast until you’re just above her nipple. Your lips part against the soft skin, and she gasps when you leave a hickey there.  

Robin’s hands find your hair as you move lower, tongue darting out to circle her nipple. She whines again, a high pitched sound that she can’t quite control as your other hand comes up play with her other breast, not wanting to neglect her, “Ah, fuck, baby, I—“

You let your teeth graze her sensitive nipple as you pull back from her chest, lips shining with spit as you give her a grin, “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Rob.” Her chest heaves, an unbelieving laugh escaping her lips. Her eyes flutter open, glancing at you before quickly cutting across the kitchen to where the pancake batter sits next to the stove. You know exactly what she’s thinking, and beat her to it as you say, “Ya know, I love that you made pancakes, but… I could go for something else right now.” 

She laughs again, raspy and filled with joy, and hoists herself up onto the counter behind the two of you, parting her thighs so you can slot yourself in between them, “That’s fine with me, baby.” 

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[darklcy]

𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞.

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‣ requsted by @ipromiseimnotthirsty : hello! if your requests are open, would you write robin x reader smut where reader has been teasing robin all day until she snaps? maybe they’ve been in public/with other people/in class all day and then they get home? thank you!!

‣ robin buckley x f! reader | stranger things mastelist | 1.5k words | 18+ MDNI, heavy petting, skin on skin, sexual tension, swearing, reader has boobas, college au, no use of y/n, fingering, make out sesh

‣ this is actually one of the first times i've ever written smut so i hope i did you justice adfafawe sorry this one took so long! enjoy my luvs

Something must’ve been in the air today, she thinks.

Surely that’s why her skin flared red, insides grinding like an engine, knee bouncing beneath her desk anxiously while trying to find a rhythm with the pencil in her grip. Professor Smith’s lecture faded quiet, the woman pointing to an assignment on the board that was to be finished come Monday morning. Robin slouched further into her chair.

…A shoe trails the inside of her calf. 

Her eyes close while her lips tighten. Nudging it away, she ignores the playful scoff behind her. 

Quit it.

The shoe lightly pokes her back, the tip of a canvas converse tapping into her corduroy pants. Smith and the chalkboard mesh together in a blur, a sweaty induced blur with Robin’s only focus being the damn girl behind her. The same damn girl who’s been riling up her nerves the whole class period.

The tip of a finger twirls around a strand of Robin’s bob, a phantom sensation of pulling on her scalp before the tension releases. Something’s gotta be in the air today.

—

The lunch line was annoyingly long today. Her weight shifts from feet to feet as her shoulder leans against the wall, awaiting her turn to enter the school cafe and order some overpriced food the campus provides. Not her usual choice, but waking up late damned her to forget packing a sack lunch. A student with a plastic tray walks by. Salisbury steak and mashed potatoes. Her nose twitches.

A sharp pinch to her side jolts her awake.

“Hey.”

Of course it’s you. Robin’s hand flies to her chest.

“My god, you scared me.”

“Good, I was trying to.”

Do you even know what you’re doing or is it just a state of oblivion?

“What’s for lunch today?”

“Uhh, steak and mashed potatoes.”

She watches you contemplate. 

“Hm. I’ll save you a spot.”

Your hand caresses her shoulder, but as you depart, trails down her arm before releasing at her wrist. Goosebumps stem up from her fingertips, unable to do anything else except watch you prance away to an empty table, joining a couple other classmates, and sure enough, placing your bag to the seat right next to yours.

You smile in greeting like it was just a regular day. It was almost mocking her. Her freckles could feel the heat underneath her pores. 

Someone taps her shoulder. “Can you move up.”

Shit.

— Last period of the day. Thank god.

She’d just about had it with you and your damn mannerisms. It’s never riled her up like this before, but surely there’s something in the air, with how much she wants to just-

“Wanna hangout today?”

You two hangout every day, yet you still ask. She hops in your passenger seat and leans her cheek against her palm, strategically moving her knees a bit away from you. Your hand still finds its way to her knee.

You commuted to class everyday, seeing how you only lived a couple blocks down the road. Robin doesn’t complain, her roommate wasn’t really her favorite person to hangout with anyways. Most days it was just awkward silence and greetings. 

“You won’t believe what happened in chem. Jason Carver messed up on the lab, and made a huge mess. His face was so fucking funny, he kept whining about how his sweater was ruined.”

You shake your head with laughter. Robin doesn’t react.

“Rob? You listening? I just said Jason Carver made an ass of himself and you’re like not responding.”

She raises her head when you squeeze her knee twice.

“Oh, yeah. No, that’s funny.”

You scoff. “I love your enthusiasm.”

Robin’s tongue rolls the inside of her mouth, her face returning to its rest against her palm. 

The familiar neighborhood streets fade in, your car slowing to a park, when Robin finally breaks. Her hands pull you into her immediately, her torso leaning over the gear shift to reach you better. She feels you smile against her, your hands gripping her hair and tugging gently. 

“You’ve been driving me crazy all fucking day.”

Robin groans into your mouth while taking a swoop of air, only to dive back into you again.

“I was trying to.”

She wants to ruin you. She wants to take you here and now. She wants you to shut the fuck up.

Your lips taste so sweet. The gasps and whines she drives out of you she immediately drinks in. She’s so lost in you that the roll of your bodies hitting the horn startle you both apart with a jolt.

“Shit!”

Robin swears as you burst out laughing. She glares down at you, but surrenders at your expression, your face squinting with giggles and smiles. She adores you. With a sigh, she bends down to steal another kiss. 

“Let’s go inside.”

You hum. “Good idea.”

—-

Robin starts immediately where you left off. The second you two enter your room, she grabs hold of you again, not wasting any time to place her mouth on yours. She feels you hold onto her waist, gently rubbing your fingers against her sides. Robin bites your lip when you pinch her.

“You don’t know when to quit, do you?”

The back of your knees buckle against your bed, allowing Robin to fully settle herself on top. 

“Nope,” 

She hates how you pop the ‘p.’

This way is much better, she finds. No damn gear shift or car horn to drive you apart now. This way she can feel you entirely, your warmth, your breath, your soft skin. Her knee glides up to rest between your legs, smiling when you stutter, your fingers desperately grabbing onto her. Robin rubs herself up and down, her weight and position making you two hungry for more, kisses growing deeper and deeper. Who needs to breathe air when she could just live here, in your body, in your affection?

She feels her shirt rise with her movements, to which she momentarily pauses to sit up and rid herself of the damn thing. You take this chance to follow her, exposing more of yourself to her and quickly meeting her lips again. Your fingers trail up and down her shoulder blades, her spine, her nape. Your nails become your new eyes, wanting to memorize every single freckle and pore of Robin’s skin down to the minute detail. Robin was so beautiful. Her freckles were probably your favorite thing about her. If you could, you’d kiss every single one. You started with her collarbones, then her shoulders, your teeth gently biting her in between.

Robin’s arms encased around your shoulders, starting to mess with the back of your wired bra before snapping it off. She moved lower to embrace your breasts with her tongue, each lick and kiss quickening your breaths. With a pop, Robin moves to the other, her tongue swirling around the bud before wrapping her mouth around it entirely. 

“You know..”

Robin peers up at you through her eyelashes, her lips still working on your left breast.

“If I’d known messing with you would get you like this… I would’ve done it a lot sooner.”

You gasp when her teeth bites your nipple.

“Shut up.”

Robin’s tongue licks into your mouth greedily, shutting you up in the best way. You find the latch hooking her bra together and eagerly rip it off, your fingers grabbing at her while her mouth occupies itself with yours. Robin leans on her right elbow while her left hand redirects yours to the hem of her jeans, letting out a hum when they dip inside and find where she needs you most. 

She’s so warm and slick with heat, you find no trouble slipping in a finger inside, curling rhythmically and slowly. Robin moans against you, breaking apart from you to your neck, letting herself rest there while you get her ready. It’s not long before you slip in another finger, even allowing her to grind down against you to rid some of the ache. 

She practically whines when your fingers leave her.

“Take this thing off.”

She obeys instantly. Her jeans fall heavy to the floor and you’re back at it, her heat missing the two seconds you weren’t inside her.

Her moans and whines could sustain you forever. It feels so good to make her feel good, you could probably reach your limit right here and now just drunk off her pleasure. Three fingers in now, pumping in and out, in and out. She’s close, you can feel it. It’s almost amusing how her cool exterior dumbs down to whimpers the moment someone touches her. 

“I’m getting, I’m,”

You leave a lingering kiss on her cheek, while Robin’s eyes clenched shut, her walls closing down on your fingers as she lets go. Her moans are euphoric and beautiful, and being this close you can feel them all around you, surrounding your five senses, and you find yourself starting to moan with her, too.

Her body collapses onto you, her sweaty cheek meeting the crook of your neck while your slick covered fingers come up to your lips to be licked clean. Robin can hear you hum at the sensation, annoyingly popping your fingers like a cartoon character after finishing a gourmet meal.

“You taste so sweet, Rob.”

You can’t hold back your grin as she groans into your skin.

“God, shut up.”

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[steddiehickeys]

edge of seventeen

pairing: robin buckley x guitarist! female reader

requested?: yes!

content warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, steve being an ally, neck kissing, teasing, face riding, oral giving & receiving (female), soft dom! reader, switch! robin kinda i guess, fingering (reading giving), robin being a goofball, short cute fluff at the end

word count: ~ 2,000

summary: our girl robin has a girlfriend, aka the reader, who’s the lead guitarist in a band. her watching your shows and watching your fingers play so expertly makes her want you even more than she did in the first place.

a/n: edge of seventeen by stevie nicks came on while i was writing up the summary so if you wanna give that a listen while you read jus click the link :)))

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Robin and Steve's smiles beamed from the back of the small venue you and your band were playing in. (She usually stayed in the back because she doesn't like tight crowds).

Just like the white-winged dove

Your fingers strummed across the strings so easily, never, ever missing a beat.

Sings a song, sounds like she's singing

If you were being completely honest, it was a tad hard to focus because of how mesmerized Robin is by you. The way she clapped and held her hands together while she jumped along to your songs.

Having someone so fucking beautiful so obsessed with you; it's hard to keep your thoughts clean all the time. Especially when she wears outfits to your shows she knows to make your mind race.

The only thing on your mind at the moment was taking Robin out to your van after the show and giving her a night she'll be thinking about for weeks. Focus on your strumming, y/n.

Ooh, baby, ooh, said ooh

After finishing up your final cover of the night and thanking the audience, you headed backstage so you could wipe your face and pack up all your things.

Once you walked out to the back where your van was parked, it didn't take long for you to notice that cute head of short fluffy brown hair. Well, two of them I guess; Steve was there too.

Robin's back was to you, so you do a "shhh" motion to Steve before tickling her sides and then pulling her backside into your before she could pull away.

You gently kissed where her neck and shoulder met, "You look stunning tonight, Robin." She smelled like vanilla and amber; you swore you could get high just off her scent.

Robin's giggles eventually slowed down as she blushed and turned around to face you. "And you looked stunning up there! Are you kidding? You looked so frickin cool!"

You couldn't stop the huge smile that crept up on your face. "Thank you, babe. I try to look all super-sexy-rocker-chick for you." You put your fingers under her chin to make her look you in the eyes; that just causes her to blush more.

"Well, you definitely looked all super-sexy-rocker-chick tonight." She bit her lower lip and leaned in closer to you. She gets so flustered by you she can forget other people exist. You hear Steve clear his throat.

"As cute as you two are, I have to pick up Henderson from Mike's house in 20 minutes. Do you need a ride home, Robin?" He leans against his car with his arms crossing over his chest.

You both smiled at Steve's generosity, but you interlaced your fingers with Robin's before saying, "Don't worry, Harrington, I got her."

He ran a hand through his hair before giving you and Robin both a quick hug. "Amazing job tonight, Y/N. Make sure you save Eddie a ticket for next time, he keeps talking about how he can 'out-shred' you on the guitar." He laughs and turns on his heel to get into his car.

"Will do." You chuckle as you both watch Steve drive away.

"Shall we?" Robin takes your hands and starts walking backward toward your van; you know the look she has on her face. She keeps running her teeth over her bottom lip and she has a slight darkness to her eyes that gives you a tingle between your thighs.

"Oh, we shall." You devilishly retort back to her as you give her a quick peck on the lips and open up the back doors of your van. Once you had your guitar and amps loaded and off to the side, you offered your hand to help Robin into the back.

She smiled sheepishly at you and crawled into the back, purposely arching her back, exposing the lacy black underwear she decided to wear today.

Robin quietly giggled to herself, as shy and nervous as she could be sometimes, she basked in the way she made you squirm. Her ego would boost just a little whenever she would see you swallow a bit harder or play with the rings on your fingers as you stared at her.

You both sat cross-legged on the Baja blanket you have sprawled across the floor of your van; her almost straddling you while you run your fingers up and down her legs.

You feel the goosebumps form on her skin underneath your touch; an imaginary puppeteer pulling your lips up into a smirk. You ever so lightly grazed your fingers all the way up her legs until you reached the hem of her dress.

You softly connect your lips to hers and her eagerness shone through when she spread her legs a bit more. You took this opportunity to slide her dress up her thighs, exposing the rest of her legs and her underwear.

Your hands found their way to the hem of her underwear; you looked up at Robin and she gives you a small, quick nod, giving you permission to continue.

Robin's breath stuttered as she felt the cool air hit her pussy, which was dripping wet for you. "Please touch me." She pleaded as you kissed your way down her neck, a whimper escaping her lips as you sucked on the sensitive spot on her neck.

"Be patient, Rob. I wanna taste you first." Her mouth fell slightly agape and you licked a final stripe where you were sucking on her neck before moving onto your stomach and laying your head between her legs.

You leave agonizingly slow kisses along the insides of her thighs, causing her to attempt to clench her legs together; only to be blocked by you.

She breathes out a raspy moan as you lick a stripe from her hole all the way to her clit, attaching your lips to the bundle of nerves. You flick your tongue around in a frantic yet choreographed way; you know how to eat her pussy like you know how to write your name.

Robin feels like every nerve in her body is on fire. The only thing she can think to do as this extreme sense of euphoria flows through her body is grab hold of your hair and pull, hard.

You groan at the pressure on your scalp, taking in the pain and pleasure she was giving you. You groaning into her pussy only made her pull even more, you weren't complaining.

"It f-feels so good." She says through her shallow breaths. You smile up at her and prod your middle and ring finger at her entrance. She basically grinds down onto your fingers, allowing you to press both of them inside her.

She purred and arched her back as you started curling your fingers in and out, in and out, in and out...

"I know, baby, I know." Her hips and legs started moving at a more rapid pace after a few minutes of your tongue flicking her sensitive clit and your fingers consistently curling against that spot inside of her.

Before you two started dating, Robin just knew how good you would be with your fingers. Why do you think she likes coming to your shows so much? Watching your fingers move so quickly and professionally across the neck of the guitar and pluck the strings makes her want to scream to the world how much she wants to fuck you. God, being gay in the 80's SUCKS.

"You gonna cum for me, pretty?" You sweetly look up at her fucked-out face; chest going up and down, cheeks painted with red, tears welling up in her eyes from pleasure. You take a mental image of her at this very moment.

She nods quickly and you continue the pace at which you're going. She continuously grinds into your mouth and fingers until she's borderline pulling the hair out of your hair. You feel her cum when her walls clench around your fingers and she lays there with her eyes closed, just taking deep breaths.

You gently brush the strands of hair sticking to her face out of the way. "How do you feel, Rob?" Her silver-blue eyes beamed back at you. "Amazing. But now I want to make you feel amazing."

It was hardly a second before Robin was grabbing your hands and pulling you close to her, crashing her lips onto yours again while she fumbles trying to take off your jeans.

After she eventually gets your pants down your legs and thrown to the other side of the van, Robin wastes no time in laying down and pulling you so you were hovering over her face.

"Your throne awaits." You giggle at her ability to be silly even in these moments; but that's why you love her so much, she's able to make you comfortable in every situation.

You lower yourself down slowly and you can tell Robin grows impatient when she grips your thighs and pulls you down, harshly attaching her lips onto your throbbing clit.

You watched her eyes stare up at you while her expert tongue lapped up your arousal; she intertwined one of your hands with hers as your other hand made its way to her hair.

You weren't pulling, but something about just running your fingers through Robin's hair while she went to town on your pussy made both you and her whine in desperation.

Your breath caught in your throat when you felt Robin start tongue-fucking your hole. It was so fast yet so gentle, the warm sensation of her tongue against your wet pussy was having you see stars.

The way you taste turns Robin on so much. She could feel herself getting wetter again by the second every time her tongue touched your sweet juices.

After focusing on your hole for a few minutes, she went back to flicking her tongue up and down, side to side on your clit. She used her two hands to spread your lips apart so she could focus completely on your sensitive bud.

You could feel tingles in your stomach and pussy grow more intense as you ground your hips against Robin's face. "Please, baby. Cum all over my face, I wanna taste all of you."

Her words made your head spin and your body go numb. All of your senses felt like they were on steroids. You felt Robin's hands grip your hips tightly as she held you up so you wouldn't topple over.

She continued working with her tongue as you came down from your high, then she gently just rubbed over your slit with a few fingers to make sure you were okay.

You made your way off of her and laid down on the side next to her. You grabbed part of your blanket to wipe off the wetness that was still coating her chin and lips. (You stole a quick kiss before doing that of course, she likes when you taste yourself on her).

She laid on your chest and held your hand; you could feel her tracing "I LOVE YOU" into your palm, which would make your heart flutter. You would reply by giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

Music played over the radio as you two lay there talking about mindless shit for hours on end. You think it's about 2 AM now, but you think you could genuinely just stay up all night looking into Robin's eyes.

"Have I ever told you how much I love it when you come to my shows?"

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reblogs & feedback are so so appreciated!

also just as an fyi, i'm not going to be doing requests completely in order, because I get writer's block if I try to do that! I'm just gonna go through my requests and write when I have the inspo :)))

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[chermanji]

children of paradise

A/n: Flustering robin buckley bc yes. (This turned out way longer than I expected so… enjoy? Also first ST post wohoo)

CW: pervert Robin! She’s a lil freak lmao, peeping down shirts n up skirts, no actual nsfw, WLW, feminine reader, Robin being socially awkward, not proofread

She pretends like she has the cool and makes some nonsensical greeting when she hears the bell on the door, but it dies in her throat when she sees you, you the girl from her AP lit class. How you come into family video, dressed up in a too short plaid skirt that she’s sure will flash your panties if you bend over too much and a pretty lacy top that has her eyeing your exposed neckline.

You’re way too bright is the first thing she notices. Pretty golden bangles on your forearms that jingle with each step. And the step of your legs has her unabashedly drooling over the long expanse of skin, down to your strappy summer platforms. You’re like something out of a movie, a real valley girl. Both her and Steve stop their idle chit chat to oogle at you, and Robin almost makes a joke about flies getting into Steve's mouth, but she's no better. How has she never noticed you before?

Maybe she has, she just hasn’t noticed how drop dead gorgeous you are with how chaotic everything’s been. But maybe she should’ve because you stroll in with sunshiney, “hey Robin,” and you tip your head to her friend,

“Harrington.”

Before she can even open her mouth, Steve is acting like his usual desperate self. Flashing you a self-righteous smolder and saying, “welcome in! What can I do for you?” He's practically drooling over the counter like a dog, and Robin watches in uncontained horror as you smile up way too sweetly at Steve.

Usually Robin would gag at the way her co-worker pines for women’s attention, but this time she gets it. And honestly, she wishes she could shove him into the office in the back and lock him there. Yank his stupid up-do away from your beautiful face and kick his lanky body under Keith's desk.

But to everyone’s surprise (and Robin’s delight) you completely dismiss Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, who’s dumbfounded at how he is completely missing another chance to score a sweetheart like you. You instead want her to help you, bypassing the boy and folding your arms across the counter where she sits on her stool.

Robin is straightening her back in some odd attempt to appear more formal. Well as formal as she can in her dark forest green Family Video vest and button-up. You ask her for a movie recommendation, some vague comment about needing a tape for a girls night - and she’s fumbling. The funny quips dying on her tongue once you get up to the counter.

She’s so used to watching Steve mooch his way with the ladies that she thought she might’ve picked up a thing or two, but once you drew a pretty manicured nail across the candy rack and give her a smile - she’s melting. It’s not her fault though! You’re so gorgeous it’s unreal, a babe as Steve liked to put it. And you push your glossy lips into a pretty curved pout for her as you ask,

“What’s your favorite movie?”

Oh how she blushes carmine red, freckled smattering turning tanner on her cheeks as her baby blue’s widen at your tone. She’s rambling and bleeting like a sheep, and fuck you’re wearing that low cut top and she can see your tits pressed up in the fabric. Is your bra really pink? She wants to smack her forehead on the counter, stuttering out like a moron.

You twirl strands of your hair around your finger, leaning up against the counter as you listen to her flush and ramble. You don’t mock her like she thought you would, but instead listen intently to her forceful retelling of Children of Paradise. Mhmming and oooing when her eyes light up, you nod and she feels like she’s gonna pass out if she doesn’t get air soon. She’s picking at the flakey nail polish on her thumb under the counter, throat going dry at how close you are.

“Can you show me?” You say it so soft, so sweet, she has a hard time computing what you said. She goes stupid for a minute, not registering what you mean, letting out a dumb “huh?”

To which you giggle, hands splaying over the vinyl counter as you nod your head to the racks of VHS tapes in the back. She can see your earrings dangling off your lobe, pretty sparkly ones that would only look good on you. The column of your neck smooth, in that moment she gets the sickly thought of sucking your skin till you’re marked purple and blue. What would she look like if you kissed her with your lipgloss on? She tucks a lip between her teeth to stop a whine from bubbling in her throat.

“Can you show me the movie, I think I wanna get it.”

She can hear Steve trying to stifle his laughter and she resists the urge to turn around and bare her teeth at him. Robin nods her head dumbly, swiftly walking around the counter, not before stomping Steve’s foot in revenge, and gesturing you to the romance section of the store. She hears him mutter a small, “dork” as she walks by and she just hopes you don’t think so too.

You chatter with her, making idle conversation about this and that - but to be completely honest Robin isn’t listening, making small mhmm’s to show she’s partially cued in. More entranced with the shape of your ass in your skirt. The way your hips sway when you walk and how your thighs look so plump she’s resisting the urge to wanna sink to her knees right now. She’s honestly stunned, she’s never this quiet.

You scan your eyes across the rows of movies until you find it, reaching up to grab it. And Robin is practically sinking into the floor when you stand on your tip toes to swipe the tape, she swears you’re doing this on purpose. She knows she should grab it, or at the very least ask Steve, but right now she has the perfect view of your skirt riding up the back of your legs. If you go just a little higher she might be able to see the pretty cotton-

“Got it!” You mumble in victory. Are you some sort of demon? Literally perfected by the hands of god and sent to lead her astray. She’s not religious by any means, but fuck she might just believe in it after seeing you.

“So are ya up for it?” You swivel around to look at her. A content smile is on your lips, but your eyes hold a clear disposition. You’re up to something.

“Oh, uh- up for what?” She croaks, shuffling her feet awkwardly.

“Movie night!” You beam at her. You hold up the tape of Children of Paradise. She really wishes she paid more attention to what you had said. Her brow creasing together as she tries to piece what you mean. Movie night? Aren’t you renting for your girl night? Wouldn’t that mean you want her to join girls night-?

You mistake her dumbfound silence for a no, a pout settling on your mouth. Arms dropping down, bangles clacking together as you step closer to her. Leaning close enough she can smell your perfume, a light daisy kind that makes you all too encompassing. She could fall into you if she really wanted to.

“I know we don’t really know each other, but if you’re not interested-“

Her eyes widen, “No! No- I mean, I’d love to join you for movie night.” She squeaks if out like a mouse that’s been stepped on, a far cry from the cool girl she tries to portray in band. She couldn’t say no even if she wanted to.

You giggle at her answer and Robin swears you have the prettiest laugh in all of Hawkins. She spends the next 5 minutes staring at you in starstruck awe, and you break it by saying, “This is cute n’ all, but are you gonna ring me up?”

Steve snorts in the back. And honestly Robin forgot he was even there in the first place. And she grins shakily at you, walking you back to the counter and logging your information into the computer. “You’re all set.”

When she hands you back the tape your fingers brush along her knuckles, and Robin almost shudders. You give her another smile and an airy thanks. You begin walking out of Family Video when you call over your shoulder, “I’ll see you tonight at 9, Buckley. And bring snacks.”

And you’re gone. Down the street in the summer heat with you new copy of Children of Paradise.

“What the fuck.” Robin whispers. Steve claps a hand on Robin’s shoulder and practically guffaws in her ear, “I can’t fucking believe it.” He mutters your name like it’s a sweet honey and wine, “you scored a date with the prettiest girl in Hawkins! You! You’ve outdone yourself Rob.”

Robin can’t believe it either. She’s grinning like a maniac behind the counter while Steve yaps at her. But all she can think about is you. Her first date and with the hottest girl in Hawkins - she almost can’t believe it. Is it a date? She’s still going back and forth, she sure hopes it is. She stills, sighing.

Fuck. What kind of snacks do you even like?

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[maladaptive-day-dreams]

ROBIN TEACHES READER HOW TO FUCK ROBIN TEACHES READER HOW TO FUCK ROBIN TEACHES READER HOW TO FUCK ROBIN TEACHES READER HOW TO FUCK

babes you are fueling my robin thots rn istg i've been thinking about this for SO LONGGGGG (hence why this fic is unbearably long (4.4k so not too horrible but still longer than intended))

framing this as best friend!robin x innocent!reader (both POVs)

nsfw under the cut (strap play: riding & fucking w it, sucking a strap, oral giving and receiving, fingering, scissoring, basically all smut, multiple orgasms) this is FILTHY (also kissing)

You

You and Robin have been best friends for a few years now. The two of you do everything together and talk to each other about everything...almost everything. But you decide to make it everything tonight.

"Hey Robin?" you start tentitively.

"Yeah babes?" Rob says casually from beside you in her bed.

"So you know how I said I'm a virgin?"

Robin stops what she's doing on her phone and looks over at you. "Yeah." She says with a question.

"Well, uh, how does it work? Sex?"

"Your mom never gave you the talk?" she laughs.

"No, no she did but she did it how mom's do—always avoiding the logistics of it," you laugh shyly.

"You've never looked up porn?"

You shake your head no.

"So you're asking me, the resident lesbian, how sex works?"

"Well, I mean you said you tried it with a guy before you realized you were gay and you're my best friend so I felt comfortable asking you about it before I tried to figure it out on my own or got stuck in a situation and didn't know what to do-" you ramble.

Robin looks warily at you and then it's like a light goes off in her head.

"Ok, here's the deal. I'll show you how it works as long as you let me use you as an example. It'll be...very educational but also fun, for me at least. I'm a very hands on teacher so I'll be doing things to you that would happen in hetero sex okay? Say no now if you don't want that or to see that."

"See?" you ask.

Robin chuckles, "so the way I want to teach you is for you to watch me fuck myself with my strap."

Your eyes go wide and you swallow deeply.

"Damn, you're really that innocent are you? You've never touched yourself to make you feel good?"

"No, I-I don't know how."

It's a slight lie. You catch a soft fuck as it leaves Robin's lips. Lips that you really want to touch with how she bites her bottom one. You've always been curious about Robin, about being with a woman, but you know it's "not right" as your parents would say. When you have tried to touch yourself though, it's always been to the thought of Robin. But you always stop before anything happens because what would your parents think?

"You there?" Robin asks.

"Yeah, sorry, um, yeah that's ok. I-I'll watch-" you say softly.

"So here's the thing, a strap needs to be on someone, to sit properly enough to ride it."

Robin

Her eyes grow even wider at that.

"So if you wouldn't mind, putting it on? So I can show you?"

"Oh, ok, yeah I can do that."

"Perfect, now it can get a bit messy so you might want to take your pants off. Only fair really since I'll be without pants too," I laugh trying to persuade her.

I get off the bed and go to my closet, I open my toy box and pull out my purple strap. Fuck this is going to be so hot. Having her below me while I ride my strap is gonna be like one of my wet dreams come to life. I turn around to see her taking her pants off and standing there timidly, waiting for me.

There won't be any coming back from this for me.

I smile softly at her and kneel in front of her, "use my shoulders for support and step into the harness."

She does as I ask—so compliant. I lift the harness up her soft legs and strap it around her waist, hiding her pretty pink panties from my view.

"Now go ahead and get comfy on the bed again, you can lay down or sit up against the pillows, up to you," I say standing. I take off my pants and underwear while she situated herself on my bed, back slightly raised as she leans against the pillows so her head is a bit elevated so she can see better.

I'm wet just thinking about this.

"I'm gonna start by showing you how to do a blow job ok? This will help me, honestly, so the dildo is wet enough for me to ride it easily without lube."

She nods her head and watches as I move onto the bed and lay down between her spread legs. God I wish there wasn't a strap and panties between me and her sweet pussy right now.

I look at her and smile before licking a stripe up my strap from base to tip. I catch her tongue dart out to wet her perfect lips before taking the dildo into my mouth and slowly taking all of it. I feel her thighs tense under my hands, and smile to myself, pulling off the dildo to talk her through the motions.

"Now," I say, moving my hands to stroke the fake cock. "Since you've never done this before you probably won't be able to take the whole dick into your mouth at once, which is fine, the guy is just going to be happy that you're sucking off even a part of it."

Her eyes are glued on my hands moving up and down the strap, shiny and wet with my spit. "If it doesn't all fit in your mouth you can just stroke what doesn't with your hands. You want to squeeze it a little but not enough to hurt. Just slight pressure from base to wherever it fits or base to tip if you're taking a breather."

I collect enough spit in my mouth to let it drop onto the tip of the dildo and watch her reaction. Her breathing elevates and her pupils dilate. I think I notice her hands gripping the comforter, too.

"Guys love that. It's so hot to them."

I take the cock back in my mouth and bob my head, making sure to hit the back of my throat so I gag a little. Coming off of it I say, "they really enjoy that too. They love when girls choke on their cocks.

You

I don't think I'm breathing. Robin is sucking my cock her strap and it's the hottest thing I think I've ever seen. My pussy is clenching around nothing and I know just how wet I am right now.

She takes the dildo back into her mouth for a few more head bobs and I see one of her hands snake under her body to her cunt. She's touching herself while sucking my dick.

She pulls that hand back up as she lets go of the dildo with a pop and then she strokes it with wet fingers from her cunt.

"Did you-did you get wet from that?"

Robin blushes and looks at me, "yeah, my ex-girlfriend and I would take turns on who would wear the strap and I really got off on giving it a blowjob while she wore it."

Her ex. Great.

"Alright, now's where we're going to get real personal and you'll be seeing my pussy. If you're not okay with this say so now," she says, sitting up on her knees. Her t-shirt is still long enough to hide her nakedness from me but god I want to see her.

"No-no it's fine, I'm good."

Robin smiles and shifts off to one side of me. "Can you put your legs together for me? This way it's easier for me to straddle you."

I do as she asks and squeeze my thighs together to try and get some release, hoping she doesn't notice.

Then she does it. She lifts her shirt slightly and swings a leg over my waist and I can finally see her perfect, wet cunt. She pauses and drops the shirt so she can grab the strap and then pauses.

"Okay so I'm going to take off my shirt so you can actually see the mechanics of what's going on. Is that ok?"

I nod my head yes.

"Words darling, I need words from you," Robin chuckles.

"Yes," I respond clearly, despite my dry throat.

She takes her tee off in a swift motion and is left in just her sports bra. I try not to stare. but I can't help that my eyes go straight to her hard nipples that show through the thin fabric.

Robin

She's staring at my tits and there's no way she's straight. Maybe I have a chance?

No no no don't get distracted, you're teaching her. And getting off for the first time in a while, while doing it.

"Eyes on me babes."

Her eyes meet mine and I smile at her. "Still good?"

"Mhm."

"Good. Now have you touched yourself before." She nods. "Do you know what hole your vagina is?" She nods again. "Good, usually you want the guy's dick or your cunt to be nice and wet, either with your own slick or lube. The other thing that helps with the first time is a bit of fingering so you can stretch and it wont hurt as much going in."

I do exactly that, hand reaching between my thighs, fingers pumping in and out of my pussy a few times. Her eyes don't leave my hand. Once I've fingered myself almost to completion—her watching just does something to me—I shift my hips forward and use the hand that was just in me to line the tip of the strap up with my entrance.

I watch her face as I sink onto the toy. She won't stop staring at my cunt and it's distracting and so intoxicating. I groan as the dildo bottoms out in me, hitting that one spot just right. Her eyes snap up to mine at the noise and I smile at her.

"Once you're on his cock, if you're riding him you can put your hands two places to help you. His shoulders-" I place my hands on her shoulders and moan softly as the toy shifts inside me. "Or leaning back and putting your hands on his thighs behind you," I do this and her eyes follow me.

"Pick a position that feels the best for you," I gasp as I start to rock my hips. "Then you can either bounce on his dick, or roll your hips to hit the right spot."

I stop talking and focus on hitting my high. Hands grasping tightly to plush thighs as I lift my hips up and then down and then roll and repeat. God I'm so close and she's so pretty as she watches me.

"But-but what if I'm not riding him? What if I'm the one laying down?"

I don't stop my movements, doing my best to answer while still fucking myself to the sight of her curious gaze.

"Jesus christ, uh then he'll be in control of the speed and movements," I reply with ragged breath. "You can tell him what feels best though. And you can play with your clit if you need help to finish." As I say this, I reach my hand down to play with my clit. My fingers run around it in circles as I speed up my ministrations. The coil in my belly is tightening, I know I'm close. I open my closed eyes to meet hers and feel her hands as they softly rest on my thighs.

I come undone.

You

Robin's face tenses and then her mouth drops open in a silent cry. Her thighs tense and she caves in on herself above me and it's the most erotic sight I've ever seen.

She pants and her thighs continue to tense as she keeps riding out her orgasm.

"So-sorry," she laughs shyly. "I haven't masturbated in a while so that was a big one."

"It's-" I clear my throat. "It's okay," I say, thighs clenching while I do so.

"Anyway," Robin says as she gets up on shaky legs. "That's how hetero sex works."

I nod my head, but my eyes wont leave the strap around my waist, glistening with her release. She taps my hips and helps take the toy off of me and then puts it over on her chair and runs to the bathroom.

I can't stop looking at the toy.

"Do you have any questions?" Robin asks from her bathroom.

"Uh, no! Not really!"

She comes back into the room in her sports bra and a new pair of underwear and then pauses when she catches my face.

"You definitely have questions," she laughs.

I feel a blush warming my cheek. I do, but they might ruin the friendship.

"No, no it's okay."

"Babes, you just watched me cum. There's nothing we can't talk about now."

I weigh my questions, trying to figure out which to ask first.

"Can you-" I pause and steel my nerves. "Can you show me how to kiss?"

Robin's eyes go wide, "uh, okay, yeah."

She climbs back on the bed and settles in front of me. Pushing a strand of hair behind my ear she cups my cheek and brings my face closer to hers. Robin's eyes search my face and I lose patience.

I close the gap.

I press my lips to hers and pull back. She's stunned for a moment before I lean in again. This time she meets me halfway. Lips pressing against mine harshly. Her tongue swipes at my lips and I open my mouth to her. Our tongues meet and I moan into her open mouth. I shift myself up on my knees so I can be nearer to her and she lets me. Without our lips separating, she's guiding my waist so I straddle her.

She breaks away, "you definitely don't need kissing lessons."

I don't care what she says, trailing hot kisses down her neck.

"Love," Robin whispers. "Please."

The beg makes me come back up and meet her eyes. I move for a kiss but she pulls back.

"I need to know what's happening before we continue."

I whine, needing her lips. "Robbbb."

"No," she says sternly, lifting me from her lap and sitting me in front of her. "I won't take advantage of you in this state. I need you to tell me what's happening and what you want."

Robin

"You," she breathes, her chest rising as rapidly as my heartbeat. "I want you, please?"

"Wait, wait, wait." Am I hearing this right?

"Robin please, I never thought it was right until tonight—until seeing you come undone above me," she pauses and grabs my hand to play with. She runs her fingers along my own before saying, "when I've touched myself, it's always been to you."

My mouth goes dry and I go speechless.

She keeps playing with my fingers while I sit in front of her in a small state of shock. But then, she drags our intertwined hands between her legs. She moves our hands into her panties to pulls my hand to her center.

"Feel how wet I am for you."

That breaks me and I jump towards her. She giggles as we fall onto the bed, lips locking again, my hand still in her panties. I stroke lazily at her wet folds and she moans into our kiss. My thumb finds her clit and she leaves the kiss with a gasp, I feel her cunt retract against my finger and can't wait to feel her clenching my fingers when I finally find my way into her. I take the opportunity to kiss down her neck and bite at the juncture of her shoulder.

"Take your shirt off," I demand.

My thumb continues to rub her clit as she rids herself of the fabric and shows me all of her—almost all of her.

"No bra?"

"They're uncomfortable," she gasps as I take a hard nipple into my mouth at the same time that I start to probe her hole with my fingers. "Robinnnn."

I push one finger into her and feel just how wet she is. So slick for me, so beautiful under me. I finger her while laving at her tits, taking turns sucking and biting at each nipple until she's writhing under me.

I take my mouth and hand from her. Lifting my hand to my face and taking the finger that was just in her into my mouth.

Her eye's go wide.

"So fucking sweet, god I want to taste you?"

"Taste me?"

I chuckle, "you're so innocent it's insane. You know how I sucked on the strap?" She nods. "That's oral for guys. Oral for us is being eaten out. Can I eat you out?"

She hesitates.

"What do you want, love?"

"Can you fuck me first? With your strap? I want to know how it feels."

God this woman will be the death of me.

"Yeah," I say, getting off of her to retrieve the toy. "Let me go clean it first." I move towards the bathroom.

"No," she says quickly. A blush creeps onto her cheeks again.

You

"I want you to fuck me with it, with your cum on it," I say the second part in a hushed tone.

"Say it again?"

"Fuck me with your cum still on it," I blurt out. "Please?"

Robin's eyes go dark. "What a dirty dirty girl. Who would've thought. Innocent little you, wanting to get fucked with my cum covered cock?"

My pussy clenches at her chiding and I cower as she steps into the harness and secures her strap onto her hips.

She comes back to the bed and grabs my chin so I meet her darkening eyes. "Don't hide away, baby. You asked for this so be excited, I'm gonna fuck you just like you asked."

I go to lay down on my back but Robin stops me.

"Nope, I'm going to show you the top position for guys." Robin says. "It's also my favorite to fuck in. Get on all fours, ass towards me."

Doing as she says, as soon as my ass is in front of her she smacks it and I jolt forward with a gasp, but then she leans down and kisses where she smacked. "What a perfect little ass. I'd love to take it someday, if you'll let me. But we can work up to that later."

She taps her strap against my wet cunt. It's cold now, the fan going chilled Robin's cum as it sat on her chair out of use.

My body moves for me, against me, and pushes my ass into Robin's waist. One hand on my hip, the other grabs her cock and pushes the tip through my pussy, teasing my hole and meeting my clit before sliding back and into me.

"Robin," I moan her name as she enters me. I feel so full of her and can't help but push back into her, unknowingly taking more of the strap until it hits a spot in me that has my knees weak and pussy clenching. I lean down onto my elbows at the sensation and Robin moves to lean over me.

"Move, please," I beg. And she does. Robin pulls the strap almost all the way out and then pushes back into me, starting at a slow pace at first but quickly speeding up to a relentless one.

I'm gasping between moans as the tip of her cock hits just right inside of me. Pleading for her not to stop, and she doesn't.

Instead she presses down into my back and wraps a hand around my waist to find my clit. My pussy clenches as she runs circles around the bud, eliciting more noises from my lips as she fucks me.

"So-close-" I groan.

"You're safe, you can cum, go ahead baby. Cum for me."

Something in me snaps and my vision goes white as my legs shudder and try to close. Robin keeps dragging her strap in and out of me as I climax until I beg her to stop.

Robin

The noises she makes when she finishes are heaven to me. She's gasping and moaning and I can't stop fucking her until shes begging me to stop.

I pull out and see her release start dripping out of her.

"I need to taste you," I breathe. "Lay on your back for me."

She does as I say, body spent and willing, as I take my strap off and drop it onto my nightstand. I'll clean it later.

Laying on my stomach on the bed, I grab her thighs and push them apart opening her to me.

"God your pussy is so pretty," I say before diving right in and licking up her slit from hole to clit.

She arches off the bed with a cry, her hands finding their way into my hair as I worship her cunt with my mouth. My tongue and mouth are focused on getting every last drop of her release, tongue darting in and out of her as she squirms.

My arms instinctively wrap around her thighs to hold her down as I take my fill. I move from her cunt to her clit and lave at it. Circling it with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth, earning the loudest scream yet from her lips. A scream of my name.

"ROBIN!"

"You gotta be quieter babe, don't need the entire neighborhood knowing you're being ravished by the town lesbian right now," I smile, taking a brief break to look at her fucked out face and kiss her inner thigh.

And then I'm back in her cunt, paying all the attention to her little bundle of nerves while one arm leaves its wrap around her leg so I can finger her as I suck.

It doesn't take long for her to cum after adding my fingers. And she does, wholly and loudly. Her body arches off the bed and her thighs try to close around me as I move my mouth from her clit down to taste more of her release. Her legs are shaking and her hands are pushing me away from her cunt.

I look at her and suck off the fingers that were just inside of her before licking my lips and smiling.

You

Her chin is shiny with my release and I can't think straight.

But that's okay because I definitely am not.

"You taste so fucking good," Robin says, crawling up to me. She kisses me deeply and I taste myself on her tongue.

"Show-show me how girls fuck," I breathe against her lips. "It's more than that right?"

"Babe, you need to rest, you just had two orgasms," she laughs, peppering kisses down my neck.

"Wanna make you feel good though, will it make you feel good?"

"Love, you've made me feel so good tonight, promise."

"Please," I beg. "Show me?" My hand moves down her body to her mound and inches further and further. Robin opens her thighs to me and reconnects our lips as I trail fingers up her slit and find her clit. She moans into my mouth as I rub and rub, my own pussy getting wet with arousal again.

"A-ah ok-ok," Robin grasps my wrist and stops my movements. "I'll show. Sit up for me."

As I do so, Robin gets up on her knees and moves towards my waist. She kneels in front of me and tucks her left leg under my right, and my right above her left.

She holds me up by the small of my back before explaining, "lesbian sex is a lot—oral, toys, fucking with straps—but this is scissoring."

With that she lowers me down at an angle and I feel the heat of her wet cunt before actually feeling her pussy rub against my own.

"Fuck, Robin," I moan, arms wrapping around her shoulder as she guides my hips to rock along her own as they move. Her mouth latches onto one of my tits as we rub against each other. Warmth seeps from me to her and this feels like the most right thing ever.

How could this ever be a bad thing?

Robin is huffing along with the movement of our bodies, her head thrown back, eyes screwed shut. I cup the back of her head with my hands that rest at her neck and pull her mouth to mine, taking over the movement of my hips so she can grasp onto me and pull me ever-so closer to her. We move in sync, rocking and kissing and moaning until we reach the end and climax together feeling the warmth between our bodies spread more and more until we're tingly with feeling and looking at each other like a lightbulb just went off.

"My turn to taste," I say moving from Robin's lap and laying down on the bed.

Robin

She beckons me with her eyes and her hands as they guide me by my thighs so I hover above her.

"You sure you've never done this before," I laugh in a sex-drunk haze.

"Never, you're my first but I've imagined my lips on you hundreds of times by now."

I moan at her confession and shift closer to her mouth. She has no patience though, and pulls me down so her hot, wet tongue licks up my cunt.

"FUCK!" I moan above her. My hands shoot to the headboard to steady me as she takes her sweet time licking and sucking curiously, finding a rhythm. Her lips circle and suck at my clit and I encourage her, "right there, yes, god, yes-"

It's like I can feel her smile against my pussy, and she stays, sucking on and trailing around my clit with her tongue. I start to grind into her, and she shifts her focus to my hole, licking around it before plunging her tongue as deep as it will go. I jolt and she continues to fuck me with her tongue while I grind on her, her nose hitting my clit just right with each roll of my hips.

"So-so close, baby. So close," I gasp.

She moves back to kissing at my clit and within a few rolls of her tongue I'm done for. Thighs clenching around her ears, a silent moan leaving my mouth open as I shudder above her.

She taps my leg and I move off of her, collapsing backwards onto the bed beside her. I turn and press a kiss to her knee beside my head and she reciprocates with the same.

We lay in silence, catching our breath.

...what now? I think. But she speaks before I get a chance to ask.

"Well...I'm definitely not straight."

We laugh together.

Everything will turn out okay.

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[robinsno1lesbian]

Have we thought abt cowgirl!robin yet?? Cause….im thinking about it….thinking about it hard…specifically the “wear the hat ride the cowboy/cowgirl” rule….-🍓

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 - 𝐑.𝐁.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: getting lost in the desert doesn't seem that bad when a pretty stranger on a horse offers her help... 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6668

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), mention of alcohol, nipple play, oral, strap-ons, light spanking, not a warning but i want to clarify that cowgirl!robin has a southern accent and if you're imagining anything other than that you're wrong, let me know if i missed anything :) 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: save a horse, ride robin buckley. that's all. also @maladaptive-day-dreams & vix helped with the creation of cowgirl!robin. the ending is sort of rushed because I wrote it on my phone, sorry in advance!!

getting lost in the desert wasn't what you had planned when you left your home early this morning.

you'd been on your way to visit friends across the states and had chosen to go on a solo road trip to get there.

people did advise you not to go all alone and, looking back at it now, you understand why.

yet earlier this month, when you were planning it all out, it seemed like a great idea to do this on your own.

you had marked the route on maps, had done as much research as the small town you were living in offered, had gotten your stuff ready and packed the car up only a couple of hours ago, kissing everyone goodbye before leaving.

it isn't even your fault, when things starts going downhill:

your car has given up on you, its engine giving nothing but a pathetic little noise whenever you turn the keys.

and even if it was working like it should be, you have no idea where you are.

the map that you've opened over the steering wheel is not helping one bit. all its many lines and symbols are capable of doing is confuse you further.

you try to memorize all the turns you've previously taken as you trace the tip of your index over the paper but ultimately end up somewhere that can't possibly be right.

"fuck, fuck, fuck" you mutter to yourself as you crumble up the map and throw it onto the backseat. this won't help you anymore.

you bring a hand to your forehead and wipe away your sweat-stained hair. 

the heat is stinging where the car has stopped and, with the sun currently at its highest point up in the sky, there is no lowering of the suffocating temperature in sight.

you look around for what must be the fifth time, somehow still hoping that a town will magically appear somewhere on the horizon. or a telephone booth. or anything that could help you out right now.

but there's nothing.

just the seemingly endless and empty highway ahead, stretching out farther than your eyes can see.

you're lost and desperation slowly settles in. you have less than half a bottle of water left and you're also running short on gas.

circumstances which are definitely concerning considering your current state.

in your head, you're already trying to recall any and all survival-in-the-wilds-advise anyone has ever given you throughout your life. that is when you finally do see something.

it is just a silhouette against the beaming sun at first, but the closer it gets, the clearer becomes the image of your unknowing savior.

"holy shit, holy shit-" you immediately jump out of your car, burning your hand on the heat of the door and far too desperate to care about how stupid this must seem to others.

you're waving your hands at whoever person is riding their horse this close to a highway until they eventually notice you.

the relief that's washing over you is quickly replaced with utter surprise when you realize who is on the back of the horse.

the person in question is wearing denim pants, tight around the thighs and looser on the lower leg, as well as a blouse that is tugged into said pants. right over where a belt sits proudly.

she is wearing a hat to protect her head from the heat and the most cowboy-looking boots you have ever seen all your life.

there's even a damn lasso attached to the belt, used for god-knows-what, a picture that could've very well been straight out of your fantasies.

and even though the sight of it catches you by surprise, you can't help yourself but bite your lip: this woman is gorgeous, with freckled skin and long hair in a braid.

the horse comes to a halt a couple of meters away and she swings off of its back in what has to be the most attractive thing you have ever seen.

"someone's gotten lost i see...?" she calls out from afar, arms crossed over her chest as she steps closer in big steps.

"y-yeah i- uhm-" you stutter, taken aback by just how tall she is when she stops right in front of you. "my car has sort of given up on me....i was just- i'm on the way to visit friends and, well I guess it couldn't handle the hear...or something?"

"i see..." she smirks "want me to take a look at it? i ain't no mechanic but i know a thing or two about cars"

you can't even find the words and just nod helplessly. this has to be the most attractive woman you have ever seen.

"alright," she gives a wink and walks right past you to open the hood of your car.

concern creeps through you as smoke rises up from the engine but it is quickly replaced with a tingling sensation through your whole body when she leans over and the shirt rides up her back and reveals part of her skin.

this is not the time to thirst over a stranger, you remind yourself, but your eyes are practically glued to her body and the way it moves.

after a minute or two the woman turns around and shakes her head apologetically.

"i won't be able to fix this here" she explains, voice raspy in ways that make it hard to focus on her actual words. "but i could take you down to the farm and try again?"

normally, you would not let a stranger take you to their home without anyone knowing your whereabouts. but you're desperate. and getting murdered by a handsome cowgirl seems like a much better way to go than dying of starvation or because of the heat.

so you give her a nod and she smiles, as if she'd been hoping for you to say yes.

"we're gonna have to come back for your car" she speaks. "my horse isn't enough to drag it all the way to the farm. but i'll take care of it, don't you worry"

"uh- thank you" you mutter. "i- i would really appreciate that"

"of course" she turns around and walks towards her horse, swinging herself onto its back again. "you coming sugar-?"

"oh-" you surely hadn't expected to ride to the farm she has mentioned. but you suppose there's no way around that now. and besides, you would probably do anything to hear her calling you sugar again.

you take the hand she's offering you, one foot in the stirrup as she pulls you over the animal's back. your movements are less smooth than hers have been, from the endless practice she must have with this. but she watches your body nonetheless, obviously checking you out while you swing your leg over the horse's back.

"may i ask for your name?" she asks sweetly, head turned to look at you.

"y/n" you speak with a painfully obvious shake in your voice. "y/n y/l/n"

the woman nods her head. "robin buckley" she, robin, introduces herself.

"alright y/n. just hold onto me real tight okay?"

you do as she asks, arms wrapping around her lower half. you fight back a gasp when your fingertips sense the hard muscle under her blouse.

a shaky breath falls from your lips nonetheless and you're praying that she hasn't heard it or simply blames it on the fact that the horse starts moving with a click of her tongue.

either way, she has heard something. she turns her head and gives you a grin that has you weak in the knees.

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it doesn't take long until you get to the farm she has mentioned. it takes even less for you to feel a strong sense of -what?- comfort around her...

robin surely knows how to wrap a woman around her finger and you wonder if you're the first who falls for her charming way of being.

judging by the way she leans in closer, her eyes wandering down to glare at your lips while you share a bottle of something stronger than you've ever had, you assume that you're not.

she has kept her promise and got your car for you once she has dropped you off at the farm, telling you to make yourself a home while she was out.

you took the time to inspect the place, walking around the living room and looking at the pictures up on the walls.

the house she lives in is spacious and comfortable and still, it is the perfect reflection of her. wooden walls and furniture and yet everything has a modern touch to it.

it's perfect.

when you first got here, you spotted stables as well which had you wondering how many horses she owns aside from the one she was riding before.

there are many things you wish to know about her. maybe that's just the effect her voice has on you, raspy and husky from the bit of alcohol you have shared already. but either way, you are genuinely interested in finding out more about that woman.

has she been with other women before? have they sat with her the way you are right now? has she kissed them, put them up against the wall or taken them to her room?

somehow that doesn't bother you one bit, because at the end of the day, this woman has saved you, she's done plenty for you already. and yet, after she has picked you up like an idiot who got lost and took you to her house, she still seems to want you.

her strong arm finds its way around your shoulder almost naturally as she speaks about god knows what.

you don't even pay that much attention to the words but much more to the sound; the rasp and occasional crack of her voice sending heat waves down your body.

of course, you knew of your attraction to women before but this woman specifically only solidifies the attraction. or, if anything, is worsening it: just the sight of her, the way her legs are slightly spread and one hand rests on her thigh while the other lays upon your shoulder has your heartbeat picking up its pace and the wetness between your own legs growing.

"enough about me though" she concludes "tell me some more about you, sweetheart"

her lips wrap around the bottle and she takes a sip, throat moving when she swallows the liquid.

your eyes are still focused on the way her mouth looks around the bottle and you raise your voice to speak.

"well there's not that much really" you shrug and draw your legs up to your chest, sitting down sideways on her large couch.

robin watches you attentively nonetheless.

"i- i suppose there's not that much to know about me, it's not like I'm much of an..adventurer? like you are-"

robin grins and passes you the bottle.

"you're calling me an adventurer?"

"you live on a farm!" you exclaim "with horses and...and you have a lasso and- and all that cowgirl stuff. so, yes, i am"

"well I've never been called an adventurer before" she chuckles "but i do think you're interesting, y/n. and i wanna know more about you"

"you do...?" you ask, genuinely surprised.

"of course i do!" she nudges your shoulder. "come on. surprise me"

surprise me.

god, how do you surprise a woman like robin buckley, who seems to have seen it all before?

"i-" you consider the question for a second and then drop the very first things that comes to mind. "i have...never had an orgasm during sex before"

robin's brows shoot up the second these words leave your mouth, obviously surprised by the sudden turn this conversation is taking.

soon enough, her expression turns into one of utter satisfaction with what you have said, a smirk settling on her lips.

the silence that follows, aside from that amused chuckle she lets out almost immediately, seems too pressing and you know you have to do something about it.

"what?" you grin, feeling a sense of boldness around her.

robin, still chuckling for most parts, manages to reply anyway: "nothing sweetheart, it's just- it's not some sort of magic to make a pretty girl like you cum, is it?"

you shrug yet again.

"well, tell that to my ex"

her tongue moves to the inside of her cheek in thought but it has you squirming at just how good she looks like that.

"what I'm saying is" she leans forward and places the bottle of the coffee table "you deserve better than that"

your breath hitches in your throat when she leans back in and wraps a strand of your hair around her finger. robin is much closer than before and you can feel her breath on your skin, coming in warm, short puffs.

when your eyes meet hers, you can practically feel your own pupils blow.

her gaze falls upon your mouth and her tongue darts out to lick her own lips before she looks back up at you.

"why" you breathe "think you're better than they were?"

"oh" she chuckles "i know i am"

and for some reason, you already know she is. you're just dying to find out how much better.

every second that her lips aren't on yours seems to stretch out endlessly. you scoot down the couch slightly, closer to her and let your own eyes gape at her mouth shamelessly signalizing her that you do want this.

that this is more than just a little bit of flirting and playing around.

“can i kiss you?" robin rasps.

"i thought you'd never ask" you answer immediately and pull her against you by the cheeks.

the first thing that you are able to notice is the way she tastes; her lips are so much softer than you had imagined and have a hint of nature on them, though it is hard to place.

it tastes like summer, like wind and the freedom she has out here, in the best ways possible.

her arms wrap around you while she is kissing you and push you around until you're straddling her lap.

getting manhandled by a handsome woman like her sends arousal to pool between your thighs.

her mouth never leaves yours and if it does, she always makes sure it finds its way right back against yours, kissing you in a determined way.

like she wants you, you think.

with how she's grabbing at your clothing, hands roaming your sides and fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath, you're certain she actually does.

it's not long after your first kiss that you part your lips, hungry for more.

robin gets the sign, of course she does, and licks into your mouth experimentally, awaiting your reaction.

your hands come flying around her body and you hold onto her for dear life as she starts making out with you with her back still leaning against the couch.

robin's tongue still tastes like the liquor you've drank before and you want more of it, tongue sliding against hers more passionately, silently asking for her to give you that.

"god robin" you gasp eventually "please take off my clothes"

"you sure, pretty girl?"

a frustrated groan leaves your lips when you take matters into your own hands and pull your shirt over your head, revealing your breasts for her.

you haven't put on a bra this morning, wanting the carried to be as comfortable as possible. you don't regret that choice, if anything you feel even better about it now, considering how the woman beneath you is staring at you.

"oh wow" she breathes and her voice is carrying some cracks with it at the sight of you.

her hands brush over your chest, hardly applying any pressure at all but enough for you to let your head fall back.

"touch me"

that is all it takes.

her palms meet your breasts and her fingers squeeze them, still a bit too gentle for your liking nonetheless.

there is a look of awe and desire written all over her face while she's studying yours for any kind of reaction to the way she is touching you.

she toys with your nipples, holding them between her thumb and her index.

"don't-" you hiss, eyes closed and lips agape "don't be so gentle with me...show me that you want me"

"fuck" robin curses and you grin "are you sure you know what you're asking for, doll?"

you do open your eyes at that if just to emphasize your point.

you flutter your lashes at her and whisper "ruin me" against her lips.

she keeps her eyes on yours and gives your nipples a harsh tug. she is rewarded by a lewd moan and your tightening grip on her upper arms.

"i see" robin raises a brow "you really are desperate, aren't you?"

"oh shut up" you lean back down and kiss her lips .

"shut up?"

"yeah" you hate how breathless you sound already "shut up and fuck me"

"that can be arranged"

and suddenly her mouth is all over you while her palms on the little of your back keep you from squirming when her lips wander down your neck. you're sure the way she's sucking will bruise. you might just want it to.

but it's all nothing compared to the way they feel when they wrap around your nipples.

"fuck" you cry out when she licks over them before she sucks them into her mouth.

robin repeats the action a few times, making sure to leave one hard and never without the attention of her flicking fingers when she moves to the other.

"what a sweet girl you are" she mumbles, mouth full of your tits and smiling at the way you're grinding down against her thighs. "tell me what you want again"

"you know what i want"

"i know" robin hums "but i wanna hear it from you"

you roll your eyes, your brain is hazy with want for her and at this point you would do anything to feel her touch on you, to feel her inside of you.

"fuck me".

"see? good girl..." she leans back and runs a hand through your hair.

you look positively fucked out already, lips puffy and sure and nipples covered in the wetness of her saliva.

"alright" robin puts a hand on either side of your hips "let me take you to bed, yeah?"'

your legs are weak when she helps you up, shaking in anticipation when she guides you up the stairs that lead to the second floor.

both of you can't stay far from the other though, constantly stopping to kiss heatedly. for a second, a moment of weakness, really, you doubt you'll actually make it to the bedroom: robin lays you down right on the stairs and shoves a leg between your thighs, clearly eager to test how far you're willing to go right now.

you grind against her and the moans echo through the whole house.

just a moment later, you can't recall just how it happens, you're on your feet again and she is dragging you upstairs and into the room.

it's a spacious one really and her bed is large and looks all too inviting right now.

you grab her by the collar and pull her against your half-bare body and she follows you, kicking the door shut regardless of the fact that you're all alone in the house.

you understand soon enough though, when she presses you up against it and shoves her tongue past your lips again.

her hands on your hips are keeping you upright but they are probably the only thing to do so.

your gasping and whimpering turns into unhinged moaning when her lips find their way down your body again, this time without stopping at your breasts.

she sucks a trail of marks down your body until her mouth reaches the waistline of your shorts. robin is kneeling in front of you, her chin resting against your bare belly as she looks up at you.

“can i take these off?"

you bite your lip and nod; her mouth had been skillful with your nipples already and you wonder about the magic it'll do between your legs.

her fingers make quick work of the zipper and the shorts drop down your legs and pool around your ankles before you step out of them and kick them aside.

robin runs her palm up your thighs, her gaze following the way her hands are taking in amazement.

"you're so gorgeous" she finally speaks and you bite down on your index "so, so fucking gorgeous, god, i got lucky"

and with that, she starts kissing up your inner thigh, occasionally letting her tongue dart out to lick over your flesh.

"can i taste you?" she rasps when her nose is almost nudging against your panties.

instead of answering her, you hook your fingers around the hemline of the panties and push them down, leaving you entirely bare and exposed to a very much fully-clothed robin.

somehow you don't feel exposed though. you feel almost like you want to be seen by her watchful gaze.

robin smiles at you before she lets her eyes drop to your bare cunt. you can feel where your wetness is sticking to your thighs, the cold air of the room hitting the wet spots in a way that makes you shiver.

"oh god" she runs a hand through her hair to get the bits of bangs out of her face, probably a distraction to what robin is about to do.

and then, as if she has been reading your mind, she throws a leg over her shoulder and licks a long stripe all the way through you, gathering your arousal on her tongue and moving ti upwards to spread it around your clit.

you smash your head back against the door almost forcefully and cry out for her, your fingers tangling up in her hair to ground yourself.

"you taste so fucking good" robin says from between your thighs.

her mouth is right where you want it and she seems to read your body language just a little too well, reading into each and every jerk of your hips, every moan and every slightest gasp.

the second she dips her tongue into you is when you nearly lose it, the wet and velvet sensation hitting you with so much force that you could've fallen over the edge right then and there.

it takes everything within you not to.

"you like that? when i'm inside you?"

your brain can't seem to form a proper sentence and so you just nod over and over, hoping she'll get it nonetheless.

robin does.

she leans back, her chin covered in your wetness that is glistening under the light, and smirks up at you.

"don't worry precious, i'm gonna be inside you soon enough alright? just gotta help you relax first"

and by that, robin means actually making you cum.

it's strange, really, how it seems so easy with this pretty stranger you've met mere hours ago. how she seems to know your body better than you do yourself and how she actually wants to make you feel good.

soon enough, you're so close you feel it in every nerve of your body. she is lapping at your folds relentlessly, coaxing sweet moans and loud squelching noises out of your body.

you didn't even think you could ever cum on someone's mouth.

oh how wrong you were.

"robin..." you murmur, eyes rolling back in your head for her "i think...god i think- fuck"

"don't you worry, doll" she smiles and presses her tongue flat against your clit "just cum for me. you can do it. cum all over my face, come on, be a good girl"

these words are enough to push you over the edge, sending you into the best orgasm of your life.

you pull her closer against your cunt, releasing all over her mouth.

you can feel your release flowing out of yourself but robin doesn't let a single drop go to waste, licking it up until you're squirming from the overstimulation on you.

"fuck..." you finally groan after a minute of catching your breath "that was- fuck"

"i told you i could do it" robin says and gets up from the floor. you really did make a mess of her face, your cum spread on her chin and the tip of her nose.

you lean in and kiss her, tasting yourself on her.

it's obscene really, how much it turns you on to have your own wetness on her lips and tongue. how your cunt immediately clenches around nothing, longing to be filled by robin, regardless of the fact that you've cum just now.

she chuckles when you moan into her mouth.

"didn't have enough yet?"

"fuck no-" you answer, hips jearking forward to chase her touch.

"it's okay, shh" she hushes you "i got you pretty girl...remember what you said? i'm gonna make sure to ruin you"

you gasp when she grabs you with a sudden sense of roughness and makes you sit on her bed.

"now" robin whispers against your lips "be a good girl and wait for me okay?"

you nod and she smiles before she turns around and walks towards her closet. you can't help but watch her every move, delighted to see it when she starts taking off her shirt, revealing her back to you. you would ask her to turn but your voice would probably die in your throat, so you just sit there and watch her as she strips out of her clothing.

robin bends over and you bite your lips. god you're helpless.

but how could you not, when the muscles are flexing on her upper back, giving a slight hint to the power she holds, the power she could potentially have over you if she wanted you.

a power you can't wait to get your first taste of.

but these thoughts leave you when she turns around, revealing herself to you.

she is still in a plain black bra and boxer shorts but it's more than enough. your eyes wander over her and you visilby gulp.

you weren't mistaken when you felt the abs on her stomach earlier on this day and there is a thin layer of freckles all over her skin.

she is without the shadow a doubt gorgeous.

then your gaze falls upon the item she is holding out suggestively. it's one you have never gotten the chance to see from up close but you were lying if you said you hadn't fantasized about it countless times before.

"fuck" you whimper.

robin grins and shakes your head "i knew it...you want me to fuck you with my strap?"

"please"

"it's okay" she assures, fingers working on attaching the harness to her body already "don't worry sweet girl, just sit there and look pretty while i attach this one alright?"

you chuckle and nod your head.

"yeah, i can do that" you bite your lip and she looks up from where her fingers are working.

robin's fingers work with the harness with ease, strapping it all up in it's destined position until the toy sits where it is supposed to.

your mouth waters at the sight of it.

"like that?" she grins and steps closer to the edge of the bed until she is practically towering above you.

you visibly gulp when robin reaches for your chin and tilts your head so that you're staring up at her. her features shimmer golden in the light of the sun that floods through the window at the other end of the room.

you can't help but feel a little bit exposed, sitting on the bed of a woman you hardly know without any clothes on.

a soft blush creeps up your chest and her eyes catch it immediately.

"what is it? are you okay? you know we can always stop, right?"

"no!" you exclaim, your voice far to desperate for your own liking. "i- I mean- uh- no. just a little...self conscious, i suppose"

a smile softens her features and she turns her head to the side in thought, her fingers still holding onto your chin.

"it's okay, we can take things slow if that's what you need...?"

you think about this for a second but ultimately end up shaking your head. there's something about being in this vulnerable position beneath her that does things to you. something you haven't known yet but definitely also something you would like to know more about.

"I don't need slow"

"oh?" robin smiles as if that's exactly what she'd expected. "well in that case..."

she reaches around herself, to where her bedside table is, and grabs another hat, similar to the one she wore before: a white, big one that falls over your eyes when she puts it on you.

"here" robin rasps "like this you'll feel less...naked"

you chuckle when it covers your eyes, against all odds of this situation, but robin joins you in the laughter and softly pushes it further back.

"now" she finally speaks, a look of adoration in her eyes. for someone you have just met today, you really want to get to know her better. you don't want this to end once your car is fixed. somehow, as strange as it might be, you wish to be here for longer. who knows, maybe you'll purposefully hide some of her tools when she tries to fix your car?

"be a good girl and help me get this ready for your pretty pussy okay?"

the words catch you off guard and have you visibly gasping.

when you finally gain your composure back and nod for her, robin steps into your space and reaches around your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair to pull you close.

"open up, pretty girl" she taps the tip of her strap against your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.

you've never done this before, not for anyone really. you've never thought you would ever want it this much.

eager to obey, you part your lips for her. robin uses the hold she has on the back of your head to pull you down against her until your lips are nearly touching the base of the toy, your mouth taking it all the way.

you moan around it at the new sensation and robin rewards you by running a hand through your hair.

"you take it so well" she whispers and looks down at you in amazement, watching the toy disappear in your mouth with each thrust of your hips.

at one particular deep thrust, you can't help yourself but gag around the silicone cock.

the noise mixes with a strange sound of pleasure and it's clear that you're enjoying yourself like this.

"fuck" she groans and her lashes flutter. "just like that, get it all wet for that cunt of yours...just like that"

you can feel yourself drooling but robin makes sure to wipe it from your chin.

she pulls out of your mouth eventually, eager to finally fuck you. a string of your saliva is connecting your lip to the toy and it's glistening with your spit on it.

"look at that" robin whispers proudly and strokes through your hair "i'm not even gonna need any lube. you got it all wet for me"

you nod your head eagerly, unable to form a proper sentence at this point.

"i think you've earned it, haven't you? sucked on my strap so good, you deserve to be fucked with it now"

she walks around the bed until she can crawl on it behind you. robin sits down with her back against the many pillows and spreads her legs slightly.

you turn your head and shiver at the sight.

"fuck"

"come here" she smiles and taps her thigh "come here and ride me"

you don't have to be told twice, immediately scrambling up on the bed to face her.

you’ve already forgotten about her hat that is still on you.

when you do so, ready for her to ruin you, robin gently shakes her head.

"not like this" she says and puts a hand on each of your shoulders "turn around for me".

robin gives you a slight shove but it is enough for you to understand. so she really wants you to ride her filthy.

god this woman is going to be the death of you.

you do as you're told, turning around so that your back is facing robin’s front.

the woman runs her fingers down your spine until they can firmly rest on your hips, just above the sell of your ass.

“robin” you whine pleading “please!”

“you want something huh?” she rasps from behind you and you can feel her leaning in until her lips are lingering by your ear. you also feel the strap attached to her body, its bulge pressing against you firmly.

“then be a good girl and take it”

you take this an invitation to reach out, taking the spit soaked strap in your hand and lining it up with your dripping entrance.

“hmh” robin hums, pleased with what you’re doing. “just like that”.

slowly, you lower yourself onto the toy. robin’s deep, shaky inhale sends a soft blush of pride upon your cheeks.

you don’t have much time to focus on that, her strap now buried deep inside your aching cunt. you take each and every inch greedily and it is sucked in with ease.

until finally, you feel robin’s thighs on your skin and the base of the strap pressing against your entrance.

“how is this sugar?” she hums, her nails scratching over your skin slightly.

“so good” you exhale, adjusting to the fullness.

“i know” robin murmurs, followed by sweet praise and slow, sensual strokes over her fingers up and down your sides.

“robin!” you exclaim when the woman behind you suddenly jerks her hip forward, causing the strap to press up against your inner walls just right.

your hands reach out, desperately trying to find something to hold onto.

they rest on robin’s legs in front of you.

“you take it so well” robin whispers softly “i’m gonna make you feel so fucking good you hear me?”

her hand lands on your ass slightly more forcefully than before, a small smacking noise echoing through the room.

your eyes roll back in your head and your mouth falls open as a moan you can’t hold back falls from it.

“oh you like that?”

“hmh” you nod your head, far too desperate to feel embarrassed about the confession.

robin doesn’t mind though, she just chuckles before her palm meets your ass again, harder this time.

“fuck-“ you cry out and your head falls forward against your chest “fuck me please”.

you slam yourself back against her at the same time as you speak, leaning forward until only the tip is still inside and then taking it all the way into you again.

you never knew it would feel this good to be fucking yourself on a pretty woman’s strap.

her hands ghost over your back again, dancing up your ribcage and eventually finding their way to your waist. that is where they stay as she pulls you back against herself, supporting you with each thrust.

“oh my god” you moan “y-yes! yes fuck- harder!”

robin chuckles from behind “you want it bad yeah?”

your head is spinning with pleasure, your previous orgasm still rushing through you while the next one is already approaching. it’s coiling in your lower body, ready to snap if you just get a little more.

“robin” you babble “fuck me harder robin please, god, please”

one of her hands is placed upon your ass while the other is dragging you back against her over and over again, helping you through the thrusts.

“oh my-“

you grip her legs harder, your nails digging half moon shapes into her freckled skin.

the strap hits all the right spots inside of you and your clenching around it only sucks it further in with each time she pumps it into you.

“so close” you whisper finally “so fucking close robin can i- please let me touch myself fuck”

“do it y/n…fuck you look so fucking pretty when you ride me like that” robin pants. she sounds breathless, proving that your actions are affecting her just as much.

you just groan and push yourself against her again before you use one hand between your legs, rubbing your clit all while you’re bouncing on top of her.

the headboard of the bed is banging against the wall, causing a noise that can be heard through the entire house.

the whole bed is creaking underneath your bodies, that’s how forcefully you’re throwing yourself back against her.

it only takes a few more clockwise circles of your index against your clit and deep thrusts into your cunt to send you over the edge.

you choke out a lewd scream when your orgasm hits you.

your head drops forward, causing the hat to drop into your face again as you feel yourself gushing around the toy that’s fucking you through your release.

you hardly notice when robin mumbles “holy shit” as you make a mess of the strap, her sheets and her lower half even.

“fuck fuck fuck” you mutter, over and over again. your body is shaking and your breathing is heavy and labored.

you can’t even find it in you to feel embarrassed for what you’ve done. either way robin doesn’t seem to mind, judging by the way she’s glaring at it in amazement when you turn your head.

you chuckle breathlessly and lift your hips just enough for her to pull out of you.

your arousal sticks against your thighs when you close them and turn around to lay on top of her.

“come here sweetheart” she whispers approvingly. “fuck you did so good for me”

robin wraps her arms around your sweat stained body and takes the hat off of you to wipe your hair out of your face.

“so good” she repeats and places a kiss to your forehead.

“do you need something? a water? anything?”

you smile at how considerate she’s with you but shake your head.

“just- can we stay like that? for a bit? please?”

now it’s robin’s turn to chuckle.

“of course we can. it’s okay, you can rest alright?”

and, oh you will, but by now you’re certain you want more than that. you want to stay. screw your plans, because you can’t leave robin behind just yet.

your plan comes back to your mind; stealing her tools so she can never fix up your car, not until you want her to.

maybe you’ll do that. or maybe you’ll just ask her if you can.

maybe you will know once you have rested like robin has suggested.

her arms sure are comfortable and your body is exhausted…

before you even know it, you’re fast asleep in the arms of robin buckley.

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[lightvixxen]

can i please have top!robin fucking reader with a strap-on after she had a stressful day at work🥺🥺🫶🏾🫶🏾 tysmmm

Top!robin <3 18+ under the cut.

You cried out as Robin's hips once again met yours. You were face down on your bed, one of Robin's hands gripping your hair forcing your face into the mattress, the other pushing your back down as she relentlessly thrusted into you.

Robin was going off about something that had happened at work, but you weren't paying attention. Too focused on the feeling of the plastic cock constantly hitting that sweet spot inside of you.

"Robin- please! Oh, fuck!" Robin's hand came down against your ass, it wasn't often when she got rough with you, let alone using you merely as stress relief.

"Shh baby, just take it, let me use you."

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[aylasology]

Robin who fucks you so slowly as if she had so much time in the world. Robin who pushes her fingers so slowly yet so eagerly, her eyes pinned to your face as your lips open for a moan to slip out. Robin who smirks every single time you react.

"My good girl," she'd coo as you felt her fingers move. Peppering your thighs and your stomach with kisses. Your heartbeat thumping out of your chest as wet needy whimpers slip from your lips. You start to see stars as her fingers curl inside you, your back arching against the silk of the bed.

"Such a good girl."

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[leadpoisioning]

War Zone Girlfriend

Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

SMUT (18+) ((public sex, fingering, oral, overstimulation, cum eating, violence, slight angst with a happy ending))

Word Count: 1,257

Robin asks a favor from her girlfriend that happens to work at War Zone, but it comes at a personal cost.

“War Zone?” Robins eyes widen, she grins impossibly big at Steve. “My girlfriend works there! She can totally hook us up with stuff.” Eddie approves of the connection and Robins glad to be a help, even if it’s at your expense, but hey, she’ll make it up to you. She always does.

“(Y/N) works at War Zone?” Steve questions, this is news to him. He’d only met you a few times when you’d come in to drop off lunch for Robin, but he liked you nonetheless.

“Okay guys follow me.” Robin takes the lead, strolling through the crowded store to your booth near the back. You’re talking with an older man about a couple of hunting knives when you see Robin flaunting your oversized jacket out of the corner of your eye. You can’t help but grin a bit, causing the older man to turn, he smiles at you when he turns back around.

“I’ll take these two please.” You ring him up and hand him the receipt when another older man comes up next to him, squeezing his hand.

“Have a nice day.” You grin.

“You too, dear!” He winks, nodding at Robin when she comes up to the booth. She gives you a look, and you shrug, leaning over the counter.

“So can you help us out?” She asks after explaining everything they need. You sigh, nodding, looking around the back.

“You get one thing from every booth, just tell them you’re a friend of mine.” You turn away towards a box of blunt knives and kick it in their direction. “Those are free game.” They grin happily at you and immediately start digging for ones they need, afterwards going out to the main floor and beginning their search. Robin hangs back, approaching you with a sly grin.

“Thanks babe.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” You roll your eyes, grabbing a few sharpening stones for your booth, moving to go out before she grabs your arm.

“Can I make it up to you?” She asks, giving you her signature doe eyes. That was music to your ears.

You quickly had her sit back on a covered crate near the back of the storage area and kiss her, kneeling between her legs. Robin knew your favorite thing to do was devour her. Often times she denied to spare herself from getting overstimulated by your mouth, but this was one of the rare times she’d allow it in exchange for your workplace sacrifice. You run your hands up and down her legs before using one to untie the string at her waist. She shudders against your mouth when you swipe your fingers through the wetness of her cunt. You smirk, knowing that she’d been thinking about this since before she even stepped foot into your place of work. You circle her clit a few times before finally sliding a digit into her while you kiss her neck. Her chest heaves as her labored breaths make their way to your ears.

“Please… just get it over with.” She whimpers, leaning back on her elbows, releasing the crate from her white knuckle death grip. You spare her some teasing and she lifts her hips while you pull her pants and underwear down further. When her thighs spread again you practically drool, her dripping cunt on full display for you, and you only. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, all while making eye contact with your worry eyed girlfriend. Her bottom lip threads itself between her teeth as she watches you finally press against her cunt.

She huffs as your moans send vibrations against her sensitive skin. You lick up and down feverishly, sucking on her clit in between teasing her entrance with your tongue. She sighs when your tongue finally enters her, nose bumping her clit as you devour her cunt. She throws her hand in her mouth to quiet herself, biting down on her knuckles, hard. Her hushed whimpers get more frequent until you feel her clench and her cum reaches your tongue. You moan at the taste you love so much and sloppily clean it up, before diving right back in.

In the ten minutes you have with her while the others shop around, you have her a heaving, whining and shaking mess. After her third orgasm, you decided to release her from your clutches and sit back, wiping your mouth, chin and throat off. You throw her your vest to dry herself off and she gives you a questioning glance.

“I’m clocking out and coming with you guys.” You shrug, and she nods understandingly, quickly getting ready to face her friends.

They don’t say much about Robin and yourselves absence, but are glad to have another member on their team. You don’t quite understand what’s going on, you’ve only ever heard bits and pieces from Robins nervous rants after you started dating back in August. It was safe to say you weren’t quite sure why Eddie Munson and Dustin Henderson were hammering nails in trash can lids, Nancy Wheeler and Max Mayfield we’re sawing the barrel off of a shotgun or why the Sinclair’s were crafting spears. But here you were, sitting with your girlfriend and her best friend Steve Harrington- making Molotov Cocktails. You could only assume you were about to go to some sort of war. For real.

“What the fuck is the upside down?” You ask upon hearing of the place you will be stationed with Robin. The name was familiar though. When had you heard it before when describing a place? Then you remembered a particular nervous panic rant Robin had back in October. You had repeated a stupid commie joke in a Russian voice you heard at the store earlier and sent Robin into a panic- as she had just woken up and realized it was you. You held her while she ranted about drugs, Russians, the mall fire and monsters stemming from this place. The Upside Down.

“It looks like Hawkins but dark and creepy, and filled with creepy monsters.” Steve briefly explains.

“But the thing that’s sent all of Hawkins into a frenzy is down there? And we’re throwing Molotovs at it?”

“Fire is the only thing that can hurt these creatures.” Dustin nods. You nod, feeling Robin squeeze your hand. Looking at the array of weapons, you’re not very convinced that these things will be helpful.

“Hey Harrington, got any hair spray on you?” He looks at you funny but nonetheless tosses you a tall can which you pocket.

“Robin!” You scream as the tentacle-like creature grabs her by the foot and throws her against the wall. She struggles as it threads around her neck and your chest tightens with rage. You quickly pull out Steve’s hairspray and a lighter, thumbing both to create a makeshift flame thrower that you use to fry the thicker parts away from Robin. It works, until Steve, Nancy and yourself are grabbed and restrained. The last thing you see before your vision resembles the void, is Robin.

You cough, hacking up what feels like dry dust. Robins eyes snap open from the chair beside your hospital bed, and her hand flies to your face.

“Robin!” You choke out, throat still immensely sore.

“Hey, hey shh, don’t talk too much for now, yeah? I’m alright.” She reassured you, watching your face crumble.

“I thought… I lost… you.” Your voice waivers in pain, and relief. They mix and create tears in your eyes, pulling her close so she can’t watch you cry.

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[morwap]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑—𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑

F!receiving oral, dom!reader, sub!robin, gf!robin

You looked up at robin from between her legs, tugging down her panties as she sat up on her elbows to look at you.

you tossed them onto her bedroom floor, just adding on to the pile of clothes on the floor. one hand gripped her thigh while your other got closer to her cunt.

“you got the prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen, robin” you said, looking up from her cunt to her now tinted red face. your fingers came to her labia, spreading her folds, robin bit her lip nervously as she watched you admire her cunt.

smiling as your fingers could already feel the arousal that had spread, “oh look at your cute little clit” you cooed in a teasing tone. before robin could even get out any words your tongue met with her clit, dragging it up then moving the tip of your tongue in little circles then pulling away.

“Taste so good robin, everything about you is just fucking perfect. “ you said, going back in and doing a long lick up her cunt, your fingers still spreading her open. The moan she let out went straight to your cunt, your panties starting to get soaked from your arousal. You sloppily kissed her cunt, making sure your lips would brush agaisnt her clit as you did so.

“I love your precious fucking cunt” you mumbled agaisnt her before moving your hand that was spreading her open to grip her thigh.

You ate her out sloppily, her arousal and your spit spreading all over your chin as robins moans got louder and louder edging you to go faster on her clit and make her feel good. Looking up her, robins hair was messy and strands were sticking up and sticking to her forehead. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was agape, hand gripping and twisting the sheets.

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[katyswrites]

ur robin smut was amazing 🫶🏼 could u do 13, 98 or 142 with her from the “150 random prompts” list? whichever one you feel more inclined to do works for me! or do all of them i wouldn’t complain 🫣 hahaha

Hi, anon! Sure thing! I was originally going to write a blurb, but this ended up being a whole oneshot, so I hope you enjoy!

Prompt 13: “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

Prompt 142.: “Could he make you feel as good as I do?”

I Don't Want You Like a Best Friend

Pairing: Robin Buckley/afab!reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+), vaginal fingering (reader receiving), fluff, friends-to-lovers, reader has a bit of a sexuality crisis

Smut below the cut!

It had started simply, really. You were reeling from your fresh breakup, your boyfriend of a year doing it via phone call. He had decided that the girls at college were better, more interesting to him, and that he didn’t have time for his girlfriend stuck back in Hawkins for her senior year. Well, he hadn’t exactly put it that way, but… you weren’t stupid.

It’s been two weeks since then. You had gone through a range of emotion - devastating sadness, frustration, regret and blinding anger. The pain is less raw now, and you’re pissed, more than anything. Still, it’s a welcome surprise when Robin calls you up and invites you over for a movie night - somehow, she always knows exactly what you need.

Robin’s parents aren’t home, and she’s brandishing a tape of Labyrinth, freshly-arrived at Family Video. It’s sold-out nearly everywhere, but she had set it aside for you.

“Perks of the job,” she says, popping it in the VHS player and passing you the bowl of stovetop popcorn.

You sit for a while and just watch the movie, making jokes and commentary throughout. Robin doesn’t bring up the breakup - you both know that it’s why she’s invited you over, to take your mind off of it. 

“God,” you groan. “How much do you think they paid Bowie to dance with puppets like this?”

Robin laughs, the kind of laugh that has her snorting and gasping a little. It’s not even that funny, but she’s acting like she’s just heard the best joke in the world. You look over at her, the way her eyes crinkle and her face turns red, warming the freckles that dot her skin. And, for a moment, your heart aches with how bad you want to reach over and brush her hair out of her eyes, and hold her face in your hands.

You shake the feeling quickly, and push it down. You’re vulnerable, and reeling, and Robin’s your best friend… you can’t cross that line, not now. Besides, she likes Vickie, and you know that.

You turn your attention back to the TV, and focus intensely on the movie, taking in David Bowie and Jennifer Connelly as they ballroom dance. Soon, though, the credits are rolling, and Robin’s gotten up to rewind the tape. 

“So,” she says, flopping back down on the couch next to you, “What now? Wanna watch something else? Or, we can break into my mom’s liquor cabinet, if you’re feeling frisky.”

You grin. “Hm - I like that second option.”

*****

Soon, you’re splitting a bottle of vodka, mixed with some fruit punch Robin unearthed from the back of the fridge, and you’re feeling warm and light. Robin’s turned on the radio, Madonna’s voice floating through the crackly speakers as you melt into the couch. For a moment, it’s easy to forget about everything, and to just be here, with her. After a while, you feel Robin’s gaze on you, and you flop your head over to look at her. Her face is soft, and sympathetic, and you sigh.

“What is it, Robs?”

“Nothing! Just - you’re doing okay, right?”

You take a deep breath, and stare up at the ceiling. 

“I mean - I guess. I’m definitely doing better, at least, better than a couple weeks ago. I’m just pissed. I mean, I wasted so much time with him.”

“Yeah,” Robin says, scooting a bit closer. “I mean, I always thought you were way to good for him. I never really liked that guy.”

You look over at her, furrowing your brow.

“Wait, actually? And you never said anything?”

Robin sighs, pressing her palm to her forehead.

“Well - yeah! I mean, you really seemed into him, so - what was I supposed to do? I mean, would you tell me if I was dating a girl you didn’t particularly like?”

You sigh, and cross your arms. “No, probably not. I mean, not if you seemed to really like her.”

Then, you raise your eyebrows suggestively, and look over at her.

“Speaking of girls you like - anything going on with Vickie?”

Robin’s face falters a bit, and she shakes her head. 

“Um - no, not really. I mean, we chat at band practice, and stuff, but… I don’t know.”

You furrow your brow, confused. “You don’t know what?”

Robin shifts, tucking her legs underneath her on the couch and fully facing you.

“I mean - Vickie’s cool. And, I like her. But, not as much as I thought I did. I mean… I think I maybe like someone else, and that’s the real stuff.”

Your stomach lurches, and you shove it down - you’re not the jealous type, you can’t be. So instead, you force a smile, and lean casually against the back of the couch.

“Oh, yeah? Who?”

Robin looks at you for a moment, something unreadable passing her features. Then, she scooches a bit closer to you, enough that you can count her constellations of freckles, her blue eyes soft and sincere.

“Hey - if I ask you something, can you promise not to get weird?”

You nod, not risking saying anything. The alcohol makes your brain feel a bit fuzzy, your face flushed and warm. Then, Robin whispers something softly, delicately.

“Have you - have you ever thought about kissing a girl?” 

Your breath catches in your throat, a hot rush to your face - you’re almost positive you’re beet-red.

“I - um - what?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just - have you?”

You don’t know what possesses you - maybe it’s the alcohol, or the mourning of lost time, or the acute awareness of how close Robin’s face is to yours, doe-eyed and beautiful. But, aloud, you say something you’ve never even admitted to yourself.

“Yes,” you breathe. Then, without thinking, you’re closing the remaining distance between you two, and you press your lips to hers. She lets out a squeak of surprise, but doesn’t pull back. For a moment you’re terrified, and unable to believe this is happening, because you’re kissing your best friend and - of God, she’s kissing you back.

She tastes like cheap liquor and cherry Chapstick, her mouth moving with yours as you breath her in - lilies, sandalwood, and mint, and so Robin. All at once it’s scary, and amazing, and strangely familiar. You aren’t thinking about anything else, just how right this feels, even if it’s actually wrong. Your brain is short-circuiting, your skin is on fire. You suddenly understand what people mean by sparks, and they’re firing off in your head, unable to think anything besides yes. 

You open your mouth a bit, allowing Robin’s tongue to enter, exploring your mouth as you let out a small moan. You bring your hands to her hair, grasping the back of her head as she melts into you. She lets out a groan of approval, and you’re letting her take the lead, easing you back on the couch to lay underneath her.

Then, you’re both pulling away, gasping for breath. She’s hanging over you, and you both stare at each other wordlessly for a moment. You’re both breathing rapidly, hearts thumping, lips swollen and glossy. Robin speaks first.

“I - um, I just -”

“Shut up,” you breathe, and you’re pulling her down to you, kissing her deep and hard. She holds herself up, swinging one leg so that she’s straddling you. It’s getting messier, all gnashing teeth and tongue, your kisses becoming more desperate. Is this what you’ve been missing, this whole time?

Then, your fingers are toying with the hem of her t-shirt, lightly brushing the soft skin of her navel. You sit yourself up a bit, pushing her into an upright position, and she’s pulling it over her head. You stare at her, taking in the rapid rise and fall of her chest under her black bra, and it finally occurs to you that this is happening. Part of you thinks you might return to your senses, decide to not go any further, but it doesn’t happen - instead, you want more.

“Wow,” you gasp, taking her in. 

She smirks. “If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to a bed.”

You smile devilishly in return. “Who says we have to?”

Then, she’s on you again, pressing you into the couch and kissing you hungrily. You gasp into her mouth, her lips soft and perfect, exactly how you’d imagined.

Then, she’s tugging at your shirt, and it’s being pulled over your head, flung to the other side of the room.

“Everything - ah, fuck - everything, off,” she breathes, fiddling with the button of your jeans. You help her and shimmy them down your legs, kicking them off the edge of the couch. She sits up, leaning back on her knees, and stares at you in absolute awe.

You suddenly feel shy, and cross your arms over your chest. “What is it?” you ask, avoiding her gaze.

“Nothing, it’s just,” she shakes her head incredulously, “you’re really beautiful, you know that?”

You blush at that, your heart fluttering and threatening to burst out of your chest - you can’t remember the last time someone called you beautiful, least of all him.

“You really mean that?” you ask, voice feeling small.

She nods, leaning over you again until her face is inches away.

“Yeah - I’ve always thought that.”

Then she’s kissing you again, deep and slow, and you sigh into her mouth. She moves from your lips to your neck, peppering kisses there and making her way down to your chest. Then, she looks up at you, eyes soft.

“Can I touch you?” she asks, her voice low.

Your stomach flutters, the warmth in your chest spreading further, lower.

“Yes,” you breathe. “Please.”

She grins, and presses another kiss to your chest, your neck, your lips, her hand traveling downwards. She brushes her fingers along the edge of your panties, toying with the elastic.

When her hand finally slips underneath the thin fabric, and she runs her finger along your slit, you gasp. 

“Jesus, you’re so wet,” she murmurs, completely in awe. She coats her fingers in your slit, touching you, but not exactly where you need her. Before you have a chance to beg, she brings her fingers to your clit, and you see stars.

You cry out, involuntarily bucking into her hand as she begins to rub slow circles on your clit. Your eyes flutter closed, and she toys with your cunt, spreading the lips and stroking.

“Oh, fuck,” you cry, voice shaky and strained.

“That feel good?” she asks, her voice sultry and low as she kisses your neck. You bite your lip and nod, unable to speak, unable to think anything besides how much you need her.

“Could he make you feel as good as I do?” she rasps. You shake your head,gasping for air as she speeds up her ministrations on your clit.

“Well, could he?”

“No! God - fuck - no, he couldn’t,” you gasp, writhing underneath her.

She smiles into your skin. “Good.”

Without warning, she sinks a finger inside of you. You moan, and as she curls it along that spot along your walls, your back arches, head thrown back in ecstasy.

“Oh, oh God,” you pant, grasping the back of Robin’s neck and pulling her impossibly closer to you.

“God’s not here, I’m afraid,” she whispers. Despite yourself, you roll your eyes. But before you can come up with a clever retort, she adds a second finger, and you lose all cognitive function.

She scissors her fingers, stretching you out, her thumb continuing on your clit. 

“You close? You gonna come for me?” she asks, reaching up with her other hand to start palming your breast.

“Yes - almost there - Robin, fuck, keep doing that -”

It’s too much, and not enough, and exactly what you’ve been needing. She pumps her fingers, once, twice, three times, and you’re done for. You let go, your orgasm washing over you like a tsunami. You scream, head lifting off of the pillow and pressing into her shoulder. You clench around her fingers, convulsing as she continues to circle your clit, slowing down as you ride out your high.

“That’s it - there you go, that’s perfect,” she croons, soothingly stroking your hair as you come down.

Then, you’re flopping back, heart pounding, panting heavily. She withdraws her fingers, and you look down, the sight of her hand coated in your juices making your head spin.

Did that really just happen? As you stare into Robin’s wide eyes hovering over yours, you come back to reality - the reality where you just had the best orgasm or your life on your best friend’s fingers, that is.

Neither of you say anything for a moment, matching each other’s slowing breathing as you assess the situation. You decide to break the silence.

“That - that was -”

“Yeah,” Robin says, sitting back up on her knees. “Um - is this the part where we talk about it?”

You look at her, as if you’re seeing her for the very first time. Maybe it’s the afterglow, or the fact that things make sense for what might be the first time in your life, or the fact that her lips look so kissable. But, you shake your head, and shakily bring yourself to a sitting position, pulling yourself closer to her.

“No,” you whisper, bringing your face close to hers, brushing your noses. “Now is the part where you show me how I can make you feel that good.” A smile spreads on her face, warm and big until she’s positively beaming. Then, you’re pulling her in for a passionate kiss, and she’s falling back, taking you with her. It’s all smiles and giggles, kisses and touches, and you know that no matter what happens after tonight, this is what you’ve been looking for.

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